Atuhor's Nose: Hello once again, dear readers. I'm sure you're all enjoying my story thus far, but unfortunately, I'm somewhat unsure of how to move the story forward from this chapter. Some of you may diagnose this as Writer's Block, but I don't believe that this is the case, and that it's simply a lack of creativity on my part. So, I'm turning to you all to help me formulate how to get from point A (This chapter) to point B (The final confrontation with the Demon Sisters, and Dan finally taking his revenge). I already have a vague idea of how the situation is going to play out in point B, and there's one plot point to be covered next chapter, I just need a leg up getting all the pieces in place. Don't be shy, send your ideas to , and I will steal them with extreme prejudice I mean give proper credit to the ideas that I implement. Please refrain from contributing your ideas via review, however. I want to avoid any possible spoilers that may result from that, and as such, any ideas submitted through a review will be ignored. Thank you for your time, and enjoy Chapter 5 of Dan Vs. The Demon Sisters.

-EverSoNitro

Dan Vs. The Demon Sisters

-Chapter 5-

The five all reached the door of Dan's apartment. Before they entered, however, Chris turned to Panty, Stocking, and Brief.

"I'll give you all fair warning now," Chris said. "Dan's place isn't exactly the cleanest place in the world."

"You think we care about some messy bachelor pad?" Stocking said, removing her false mustache. "We've faced living piles of vomit and shit before, a few pairs of underwear lying around isn't gonna faze us."

"Whatever," Dan said, unlocking his door. "Let's get a move on. The sooner we figure out what's really going on here, the sooner I can get my hands on those Demon Sisters." He pushed the door open, and they all walked inside. They barely made it a foot inside when Panty, Stocking, and Brief suddenly looked like they were going to throw up.

"God, what the fuck is with that stench?" Panty choked. "You could probably bottle the air in here and sell it as a fucking weapon!"

"No chance of that," Stocking gagged. "They'd probably list using it as a fucking war crime!"

Chris scratched the back of his head, looking embarrased. "Well, you get used to it after a while," he said. Dan, meanwhile, crossed his arms over his chest, looking insulted, and muttered something like "It isn't THAT bad."

"Let's just get this over with," Panty said. "I feel like I'm going to pass out."

And so, they began looking through the apartment. Brief had pulled out a small device, and had been taking readings all about the apartment. Suddenly, the device began to beep and flash erratically, just as he was near a pile of shoes pouring out of the closet. "Jeez!" Brief shouted. "The spectral energy levels here are through the roof!"

"So what, I've got some ghoul lounging around here, mooching off of me?" Dan said. He picked up a nearby broom and began swatting the air around him, nearly hitting Chris in the back of the head. "Get out of here, you lecherous hellbeast! I'm not gonna let you stay here until you cough up some rent!"

"No, I don't think it's anything like that," Brief said. He examined the shoes for a minute. "Here, let's see if there's something behind these."

Dan, Brief, and Stocking all bent down and began tossing the shoes into the middle of the room. As Chris watched the pile slowly turn into a mountain of Reeboks, he asked his friend, "Man, what's with all the shoes, Dan?"

"Is it a crime to make sure you have an appropriate pair of shoes for any given situation?" Dan said, still picking through.

"I don't think there're enough possible situations in the world to warrant this many pairs of shoes," Brief noted.

"Who asked you?" Dan said. Finally, they removed enough pairs of shoes to get a good look at the wall and closet behind them. At a glance, it looked fairly unremarkable, but a closer look into the closet revealed that there was a square lightly scratched into the paint, roughly four feet wide and high, and some sort of symbol was scratched within the square.

"What in the world is that?" Chris asked, peering at the markings.

"I don't really know," Dan said. "It was there when I moved in, I just figured whatever jerk lived in here scratched it into the wall because it was some sort of gang symbol and he wanted to be hip and cool."

"Evidently, that's not the case," Brief said. As he held the device closer to the square, it beeped and flashed even more wildly than it had before. He took out a pad of paper and sketched out the symbol. Panty, meanwhile, had crouched down beside it and knocked within the square. A dull, echoing thud could be heard.

"Hey, it's hollow!" Panty said. She stood up, and gave the section of wall a swift kick. She ended up putting her foot right through the drywall.

"P-p-p-panty!" Brief stammered in shock. "What are you doing?"

"Seeing what's behind here, duh," she said. She began tearing out pieces of drywall, until there was a hole large enough to look through. Dan was not taking the wanton destruction of his wall lightly though, and had to be held back by both Chris and Stocking, to keep him from lunging at Panty.

"Let me go!" Dan shouted. "She's destroying my wall! She must pay!"

"Sacrifices must be made, Dan!" Chris said. "Otherwise, we're not going to figure out what the Demon Sisters are up to!"

As the two of them wrestled with the angry Dan, Panty looked into the hole. She was greeted with a shaft that went down too far for the light to reach the bottom. Pulling a penny out of her pocket, she dropped it down in, and listened. After about twenty seconds, a dull clink met her ear. "Shit, that's a long way down."

"About one and a half miles, by my calculation," Brief said, who had pulled out a timer when Panty dropped the coin. "I'm almost certain that there's something down there, and whatever it is, I think it's safe to say that Scanty and Kneesocks are after it." The two of them stood up, and turned to Chris and Stocking, who had to tie Dan's arms and legs up to keep him restrained.

"You're, uh, pretty good with knots, Stocking," Chris observed, as Dan snarled and writhed around on the floor.

Stocking blushed, looking somewhat embarrased. "Well, let's just say that knot tying is... a hobby of mine."

Chris raised an eyebrow, but chose not to pursue the subject. "So, Panty, Brief, what did you find out?" Chris said, over Dan's shouts of "Untie me! I'm completely calm!"

"Geek Boy says there's something under the building, and that the idiots are trying to get their hands on it." Panty said.

"I'm not sure what, though," Brief said. "I'll have to check with Garter and see what he knows about this symbol," He held up his sketch to show Chris.

"Okay," Chris said. "We've probably figured out all we can here, let's head back to our place." Stocking bent down and released Dan from his bindings, and he rose, giving a nasty look at both the Anarchy Sisters.

"You're paying for that wall," Dan said, pointing at Panty. He then stormed out of the apartment, and the other four followed him, leaving the apartment empty as they ventured forth to Chris's house.

-Later that night-

Dan's apartment was deserted. A click from the door signified the door being unlocked, and it slowly swung into the apartment.

"Just as I suspected," a voice said. "Those weren't cleaners at all."

The Demon Sisters walked into the apartment, both with unhappy looks on their faces. "I can't believe we just let him waltz in here with those disgusting angels," Kneesocks continued. "We should have just killed them right there and then!"

"Now now, dear sister, you're blushing again," Scanty said. "You know we couldn't execute them in the open like that. We still have to keep up appearances in front of the general public; a quintuple homocide wouldn't do well for our image, now would it?"

"I suppose you're right," Kneesocks replied. She began walking through the apartment. She stopped as she saw the hole in the closet that Panty had left behind. "Well, dear sister, it would appear as though they're on the verge of discovering our plan," she said, an annoyed look spreading on her face.

"Well, then that just means we'll have to put things into motion sooner rather than later," Scanty said. "We can't have those angels interfering can we?"

"What about that Dan character?" Kneesocks said. "He seems to be intent on being a rather large nuisance for us."

"A large one, yes, but a nuisance all the same," Scanty replied. "He's but a mortal, he poses no real threat to us."

"Well said," Kneesocks said. "I'll call the demoltion crew in the morning, and inform them of our decision to have them come in sooner."

"I'll inform the tenants," Scanty said. "It would be suspicious if the building was torn down early without notice." The two of them headed for the door. "Just think, Miss Kneesocks," she continued, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Just a short while longer, and the entire world will be at our feet!"

"You say that like they're good enough to be given the chance to beg for mercy," Kneesocks replied, a similar evil smile emerging on her own face. "No, I think they'd be more at home under our feet, squashed like the insects they are."

The two of them laughed as they exited the apartment, and the door was shut behind them.