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The twins paused, uncertain as to how they were going to explain exactly what had happened to the confused camp worker. Vergil sighed mentally as his brother shifted and opened his mouth, closed it and then opened it again. Dante wasn't known for his ability to explain things logically. As it turned out, Dante didn't even try.
"Well, you see, there was this… demon thing and it possessed you and um…we drove it out with this noise…" Dante gestured around the hall which was still filled with the loud chorus of the 'Happy Song'. "Then it escaped through the fire exit and yeah… we saved you." Dante completed, giving the camp worker a weak smile. There was a long, awkward silence in which Happy Bob began to doubt that he was actually sober before Vergil decided to step in. Crouching down so that he was eye level with the suspicious and very confused human, he took a deep breath.
"This is just a strange dream created as the result of too much alcohol. Forget this ever happened and don't drink again." With that he punched Happy Bob smartly on the forehead, watching with satisfaction as the camp worker fell unconscious against the wall. Dante scowled at his brother as Vergil stood up again.
"I could have done that!"
"Yeah, well you didn't." Vergil replied tersely and headed off in the general direction of the kitchens, wondering what he was going to tell the staff. Knocking them out wouldn't work for all of them, although maybe it was worth a try… It would make him feel better at least.
Muttering under his breath, Dante looked down at the unconscious camp worker and frowned. What was he supposed to do with this? After a moment's deliberation, he slammed the fire door shut with a bang and grabbed Happy Bob's arm. Hauling him roughly down the hall towards the staff room, Dante kicked the door to the room open with more force than absolutely necessary and dragged the poor human into the middle of the floor.
Heaving the unconscious Happy Bob into the swivel chair, Dante propped him up and tilted his head to look at the knife marks on the camp worker's skin. What should he do about those? Dante shrugged to himself and switched off the loudspeakers leaving the camp in blissful silence. He wouldn't do anything, it wasn't his problem anymore. Happy Bob was safe and relatively unscathed and he should be more worried about not getting killed by a gang of angry staff.
Dante sighed, leaving the now snoring Happy Bob alone in the staff room. When he got back to the kitchen, Vergil had already cleared most of the mess up. Leaning against the counter, he started to hum, smiling as his twin frowned.
"You could help, you know." Vergil muttered.
"Nah. It's much more fun this way. Besides, I already did my job." Dante pointed out, returning the knife from his pocket to the drawer. Vergil rubbed his forehead in despair. He was already thinking about what would happen when the staff told Sparda about what had happened. He would get moved to another summer camp for sure. Vergil sighed, unsure how he was supposed to survive two weeks in a camp. Two more weeks with Dante. God help him.
"So," the younger son of Sparda began cheerfully as Vergil finished clearing the kitchen and headed down the corridor. "Have you worked out what we're going to say to the staff yet?"
"I thought I'd try it your way for once." Vergil snapped, taking a key out of his pocket as he approached the door that locked the staff in their rooms. Dante frowned.
"My way?" He asked, puzzled.
"Yes. Make it up as I go along." Vergil replied, twisting the key in the lock and preparing himself for the worst. Dante rolled his eyes, moving away from the door as if it were a bomb about to explode.
Fortunately for the twins, the door didn't explode when Vergil unlocked it. In fact, nothing happened at all. Prising the door open, the older brother hesitated momentarily before opening it all the way. Silence. Frowning, Vergil stepped into the room only to find all members of the Happy Brigade fast asleep, some of them sprawled on the floor. Dante followed cautiously but stopped when he saw the workers.
"What?" He exclaimed. "They slept through all of that? They must have drunk a hell of a lot of beer!" Vergil rolled his eyes and hit his brother round the back of the head.
"Is drink and girls all you think about? Use your brain for once Dante," Vergil told his brother, giving him a ring of keys, "and go and check the other rooms."
"Fine." Dante muttered, leaving the room. Vergil knelt next to a female member of the staff that he hadn't seen before and reluctantly opened her eyelid with a finger. She didn't react. Having read most of the books in his father's private library, Vergil knew that demons often used spells to stop humans from discovering their presence. It seemed that in this case, the demon that had broken in had cast a spell to stop the humans from waking up. After all, there were no empty bottles in the room and none of the staff smelt of alcohol. (1)
Dante suddenly burst back through the door, eyes wide. "They're all still asleep! What's going on?" Vergil sighed in relief. Demon spells usually only lasted five hours or less, so everyone would be fine by tomorrow. That was a narrow escape…. It was a pity that the spell only lasted five hours though. "Vergil damn it! What's going on?"
"I wouldn't worry about it." Vergil replied, frowning at his brother's panic attack. "I'm sure they'll be fine in the morning." With that he pushed Dante out of the way and left the room, heading back to his bed. He'd need his strength for tomorrow.
Dante watched him go, scowling furiously. He didn't get this at all and Vergil obviously knew more than he was letting on. After looking at the collapsed humans on the floor, Dante shook his head and left, following his brother. Maybe it was best to just pretend that nothing happened….
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The next day.
"Okay everyone! It's time to get up! We have a day of fun ahead of us!" A cheery voice rang around the room. Vergil groaned loudly and pulled the duvet further over his head. It couldn't be time to get up already. It seemed that he'd only fallen asleep five minutes ago.
Dante shared the same thoughts but he wearily got to his feet and rubbed his eyes, baffled by the sunlight that had been forced into the room when Happy Something-or-other pulled the curtains open.
"Isn't it a wonderful day?" The enthusiastic staff member asked. Squinting, Dante realised that this person had an even bigger smile than Happy Bob, and that was saying something… Stumbling away from his bed, Dante swore as he tripped over a bottle that had been left on the floor the previous night and crashed into the door. Almost immediately the grin vanished from Happy Whatever's face.
"We don't use that kind of language here, Dante." The staff member frowned, trying to use a serious tone. Vergil snickered from where he was still lying in bed. Still, frowning, the camp worker pulled the duvet off of older brother's bed. "Get up, now." Vergil narrowed his eyes. No-one did that to a son of Sparda and got away with it.
Sighing at the twins expressions, Happy Something folded his arms. "It looks like you two are going to have to go see the summer camp counsellor." Dante could only stare in shock as Vergil closed his eyes in despair. Not more madness…
"I'm sure he'll be very pleased to see you." Immediately the smile was back. "So everyone, let's go down to the lake for a swim before breakfast!"
Notes:
(1) I am really sorry. I couldn't think of how they were meant to explain to the staff what had happened so I took the easy way out. (Is ashamed) But it was either write this or wait another month for inspiration to hit me. Sorry again. Don't kill me! Review instead?
