It was the middle of the night with a full moon that shined it's light onto the courrupted town of E-Rantel. Near the mansion that was home to Sebas and the others, Spook-meister watched unseen from a neighboring rooftop. He tap his stick in the air once more creating a quiet chime to be heard in the air. He could do anything in this town, he was unbound to anyone unlike the bulter in the mansion. "The things he lacks, the thoughts unfounded by his mind." He thought outloud as he saw Sebas cross one of the window panes. "I pity you Sebas, one with no freedom or even a thought of one's own invisible chains." He tapped the air again as he heard the faint sound of chittering of roof panels being touched by feet. "What do you think as a member of my Spook-troupe."

The pale moon light barely revealed a young girl with a burlap sack over her head. "He's not like us, free to do what we want." Her voice was raspy as if parched, yet she did not seem to mind. "Why are you so interested in such a puppet, Spook-meister?"

He tapped his lips with his fingertips, unsure of how to answer her question. "Now that is quite a trick to behold if I'm able to figure that out." From behind one of the windows Sebas managed the clothes, most likely for his cohorts or that woman. "Maybe it's the fascination of free will, or the illusion of it. Are we truly free or not and why do we ignore such a fact that's draped over our eyes like a curtain most foul!?" For a split second his visual form changed, but he recovered quickly. "Those questions are the ones I do not mind to be left unanswered. Maybe it's to save his sanity, or perhaps to keep what memory he has left of his god."

The troupe member tilted her head as her jaw dislocated. She then failed to fixed the problem, but sat by the ringmaster of the spook-troupe anyway with a smile. "Such a serious expression he has, maybe we can throw him a show with Shy-Lantern?" Despite her dislocated and hanging jaw, it was full of hope. "Maybe we can bring uncle Epsilon?"

The pale man chuckled and rubbed the top of her burlap sack. "I didn't know you had an uncle?" She also chuckled at his little joke. "Yeah, but maybe later. Because right now we might have a diffrent kind of show tonight."

Her hidden eyes sunk back into their sockets. "Who needs a thrill of a lifetime?" She growled, but then huffed apologetically at the pale man. "Sorry about that..."

He snickered as he continue to watch Sebas through the multiple windows of the mansion. "Hey, that was a good impression of Reaper keep it up." She smiled at his praise and attempted to hug him, but failed as her boney arms phased through him. "I do have a task for you and the rest of our little troupe, however." He pulled out a rotten envelope from the inside of his tux and handed it to her. "There are bad mouths that need to be wiped cleaned from this world."

She opened the envelop and hissed at what was written, almost detaching her jaw in the process. "Why do people commit such horrible things!? It breaks my heart knowing these things happen!" She wailed causing the roof to shake a little bit by the sheer volume.

The pale man shrugged, unsure himself of why they do such horrendous crimes. "Many things, but I assure you that none of it is good. I want you to guide Sebas to these people or the other way around. Either way they will die when met face to face with the butler."

The girl saluted like a soldier and jump off the roof, then a loud and messy splat was heard. "I'm okay! Just need to piece myself together again!" The Spook-meister facepalmed with a snicker at her silliness. "I can hear you laughing!" Now he didn't even try to hide the fact and full out laughed. "Grrr! That's it, no more pancakes for you!" The man gasped by such a threat, he loved that type of food more than anything else in the world. "Okay I forgive you, just don't laugh at me again."

He recovered from such laughter and tipped his hat downwards. "Such precious things are the little moments in life..." His eyes rolled to another window, one closed by thin white curtains. He blew the air slightly and the curtains were made ajar for his sight to behold the interior. He closed the curtains swiftly with a slight blue blush of embaressment, how un-gentleman it was for him to pry into that. "That woman needs help with that maid outfit, badly."

The woman opened the window, confused and a little bit shaken by the sudden movement of her curtains. She looked around, but did not notice the pale man on the roof. "Must be my imagination..." She closed the window and attempted once again to get out of the maid outfit.

The man had only one thought after that little moment. "If I tell the troupe then no more sweet pancakes for me..." He weighed the pros and cons of staying on the roof for a bit longer. "I think I'll go home for now. I wouldn't want to risk losing the taste of such a delightful meal." He removed his top hat and placed it upside down right by his left foot. "In a little bit there will be a good show this night." With a snicker and a small jump he sank deep into his deceivingly small top hat before it vanished into thin air.

The girl with the burlap sack walked the dark alleyways and streets of the town. The passing men and woman practically puked at the sight of her, but she did not mind. Of course that's probably because her right arm fell off in one of the more populated areas. That would also explain why one man fired an arrow aimed at her head, at least she has a nice prop now. After that they all ran in terror from the girl with an arrow stuck inside of her head.

While she walked trying the remove the surprsingly stubborn arrow, she found three dirty mouths near an abandoned building. Not that she knew their faces and names, but from the horrid musky smell that they emitted from their being. She hid behind a stray cart as she finally ripped the arrow that clung to her scalp. She wiped the bloody arrowhead that had received a bit of her childish brain, how rude of it.

"So how was she, nice find am I right?" The voice was sleazy as the girl thought about how she found a nice new home for the arrowhead. "Did she give you a nice mount, hehe."

"She's alright, but what about the others?" The second voice sounded more bulky and deep, but had a sickening tone to it's words. "I thought they were supposed to bring more women than that?" The girl almost snapped the arrowhead in two, how many sweet people did they defile with their crimes against humanity?

"Well, I don't blame them for the lack of quantity. The blue roses captured two of the six arms so their being cautious with the size of their supplies." The last sounded intellectual, but disgusting to her nonetheless. "It would probbly be about a month or two till they resume the regular shipment."

"Man, that's disapoint-gah!?" An arrowhead flew into the bulky guy's right shoulder. "Find them and teach them a lesson!" The girl smiled as the two slimes of human flesh chased after her with murderous intent.

It was like a game of tag, however there was a specific destination in her mind. But, then she realized that she was deeply lost. "Well, I may be a bit late." She turned to the right and slammed into a dead end. Her body made a solid splat onto the wall and stained the hard ground with a wet thud. "Owie..."

The two thugs made it to the girl's position. "Man she hit that wall hard, serves her right." The sleazy one commented in her failure on directions.

"Correction, she is dead. I mean her brain is oozing out of her skull for god's sake." He approched the dazed girl, thinking she was a corpse. "We should dispose of the body." When his hand was by her burlap sack, she grabbed him by the wrist. "What!?"

She frowned behind her sack. "Bad touch!" She then ripped the guy's hand clean off, which sprayed blood all over the place. She then kicked the critcally wounded man in the face, which fractured his skull with ease. "You reap what you sow!" She then hopped onto the dead end's wall and rebounded of it with great speed. Finally she landed on the neighboring rooftop with a huge smile plastered on her face.

The sleazy thug inspected his buddy, it was now impossible to save the man due to the blood loss and skull fracture. His eyes turned to the girl with the sack and gave a hateful glare. "When we find you, you will wish you were a corpse!"

The girl with the sack was puzzled by his threat. "Um, well if you want to kill me you must find the old man and the broken lady!" She pulled down where her right eye lid would be, insulting the sleazy thug. "Of course you're probably too stupid to figure it out!" She then tossed him the envelope that was given to her. "A list of crimes, I do so hope they fly into the right hands one of these days!" She then left the scene as the thug fearfully shook the accusing message.

"This is bad, like hellish bad!" The letter accurately describe all the crimes that the council that ran the whole gig ever issued. It even explained who comitted it, where it was held, and the victims that had suffered from it. "That girl and whoever made this needs to be put down!" He thought about what the girl with the sack told him. "This old man and the broken lady. They are surly responsible for this!"

Sebas sighed as he assisted the woman he had saved only yesterday night. She somehow made the whole thing into a trap and thus she could not get out of it. "You don't have any experience with this type of outfit, do you?" He muttered as he so deftly undid the knots, tangles, and other damages in the outfit.

She heard him mumbling those words and chuckled. "Well, I only wore it once but I rather not remember the experience." She breathed out as Sebas managed to take the whole dress off of her, save for a white undershirt. "Thank you..."

Sebas just nodded, letting the silence do the talking. He folded the remains of the maid outift and sat it on the desktop. He then took out a Quill from the inside his uniform and dabbed it into the desk's inkwell. As Sebas wrote on a spare peice of parchment the woman peered over his shoulder to see what was being written. They were instructions on how to wear the maid outfit without hassle or an error like tonight.

"You're not going to let me live this down are you?" She asked, but only received a small chuckle from the butler in response. "That's not exactly comforting to hear." When Sebas turned around after finishing the detailed instructions he found the woman bowing to him in the manner that maids are supposed to do. "I'm so sorry, I never told you my name did I?"

"No, you have not just as I have. It would be nice though to hear the name that your life bears." He slightly glanced at the woman's window, the curtains looked recently disturbed. "My name is Sebas Tian."

The woman smiled at the butler. "My name is Tuareninya Veyron, I can't thank you enough for saving me." Sebas saw a small tear that left the woman's left eye. "I owe you my life." It did not sound forced, she was truly grateful for his help.

Sebas walked to the door, a smile hidden from even his own mind. "It is not me that you owe your life to, but my lord." He opened the door, but turned his gaze back. His eyes were focused on the window, why did it make him feel so worried? "Do you mind if I just call you, Tuare? Tuareninya is a bit of a mouthful to say in a simple conversation such as this."

Tuareninya shook her head with a smile. "No, I do not mind at all. But, are you sure you weren't the one who saved me?" Sebas nodded to her question to his statement. "Then was he there that night? I don't remember him being there at all."

Sebas huffed, it was difficult to explain to her. "No, he was not. However if he were then he would have done the same as I."

"But, he wasn't so how can you be so sure? For I all know you were the only one who saved me that night." She bowed to Sebas with a clear as day smile. "Therefore you are my only savior."

Sebas sighed before he started to close the door from the other side. "He wasn't there, but I know he would have helped you better then this simple butler." Sebas did not say his lord was Ainz, but lord Touchme would want him to follow Ainz no matter what happens. "Good night, Tuare. Sweet dreams."

Tuare frowned, Sebas was so unsure of himself if her hunch was to be true. "I know what to do! I'll show him that he wanted to save me by heart in the first place, I will prove it so!" To her the mission was crystal clear, the execution however. "But, how to do it? I can't try to harm myself, Sebas would try to prevent that anyway." She even asked the man to kill her, so that plan was out already.

As Tuare schemed to prove the butler's heart to be try, said butler listened in. "An innocent scheme mislead by her own good faith." He started to walk away from the door, perhaps a full schedule would deter her plans. "Breakfast in morning, training at noon, and chores by evening. I'll expand upon that later this night."

"Ah, not much to go on!" She yelled as she landed on her cozy pillow, so fluffy that it started to drain her problems away. "No, bad pillow!" She rolled out of the impossibly soft bed and onto the floor with a thud. "No sleep, not until I figure it out!" So she laid there with a frown of deep thought, every situation in her mind prove more of Sebas' common sense then an act of his heart. "Well not unless I get captured, but no way in hell am I going to do that!" So she continued her thought process until a tap sounded from her window. "What?" The sound happened again, this time it was louder and more clear. "Is it coming from the...window?"

Then there was a crack that followed several window taps. Tuare rolled under the bed for sanctuary and silenced her mouth, they were coming for her. Her eyes could only see the bright light of her room, a tear of sorrow soon escaped her eye.

Finally the window broke as a small pepple flew through the new hole. The thing is that it made no sound, not even the sound of the tiny rock thumping on the wooden floor. Then two heavy brown boots entered her view, followed by two dirty feet covered in a clay-ish substance. To her ears she heard tiny bells and her eyes felt heavy, maybe she was dreaming on the floor.

"Found you..." A girls' voice whispered in her ear, Tuare wanted to shriek as she turned to face the voice. A burlap sack stared at her and she screamed in reply, but no voice left her mouth. "Silly girl, now it's his turn to seek you." Tuare felt a strong tug at her feet and then everything went black.

When morning came to the town, Sebas did his simple morning routine. It was all very simple for someone like him: dusting, organizing, sweeping, and finally sweet morning breakfast. After he did all that he carried a breakfast tray for Tuare as well as a rather long list for her to do in the mansion. "Ah, treating your pet again I see." Sebas' right eye twitched slightly at Solution's voice. He did not despise her as much as he did Albedo's lewd jokes about him and the slime monster before him.

He paid her no attention as he continued his walk the mansion's corridors. "She is not my pet, Solution. She is my final testament to lord Touchme." Even without his eyes staring at the monster, he could tell she was still following him. "No, you may not eat her."

Solution frowned at his assumption, she wasn't always gluttonous. She just really, really love the sound of human screams while they're being digested. "While that would be nice, I have to ask. Is she really necessary to our mission? She seems much more like extra baggage to me and Mare."

"She is not baggage as long as she doesn't impede our progress. So unless she proves herself to be a nuisances she stays here." He heard Solution chuckle at his order. "Did I stutter?"

"No, what you said was crystal clear, Sebas." He heard solution open a door to his right. "Mare however, despite what your case may be or how his mannerisms are, despises your choice with a passion."

He sighed as she closed the door, he already knew that fact. "Mare hates her because a certain human 'killed' his sister." The butler felt sympathy for the elf, losing his sister to the point of being unable to recognize her. The thought no longer held importance as he made it to Tuare's room. He knocked once, then twice on the wooden door. "Miss Tuare, are you up?" There was no answer and he shouldn't really bust down the door, that would be extremely rude of him. "Deep sleeper I guess, but to make sure." He balanced the food tray as he digged into his uniform with his other hand for the master key. He pulled it out, a nice glint shined from the key made of precious minerals.

He opened the door, slow as to not be rude and wake up a possibly sleeping Tuare. The woman had a rough life so she is not to blame for having the problem of deep sleep. When the door was wide open his eyes looked around, no Tuare and there's a broken window with it's curtains slightly covered in muk.

With a sigh he placed the breakfest tray on her empty bed. "Not even a full two days and she's been taken by brutes." He had a pretty goid idea on who took her, or what group they belonged to. "How nice it is for having cowardly nobles in one's pocket." He took out his quill and wrote on a piece of parchment on the desk. He drew a few groups names with one being marginally bigger then the rest. "The executive council, a ciminal group with their hands in every crevice of this place. Filled with unknown men and women of noble lineage, more then likely a few of them are on lord Ainz's side already."

With every group he wrote descriptions and a ranking percentage if they were the ones who took Tuare. All the name, but one were filled out. The single name had only question marks and unknown possibilities of having the woman. He froze, unsure of what to do if that monster did have her in his grasps.

"Spook-meister, monster of unknown origin and affiliation. If he did take her then why would he brake the window?" Sebas crossed out the name, sure enough that the monster wasn't responsible for this. There was one way to be sure he wasn't, prove that one of the other groups took her.

He stood up, ready to confront the noble and extort some delicate information. Then his eye noticed someting out of the ordinary, a sparkle within the maid outfit he helped her out of. He reached inside the outfit and pulled out the shiny object, it was a golden slip of thin paper that read 'admit one' in black and white stripes.

"What is this?" He looked at the back of the slip which read 'have a nice day' with a smily face at the end of the sentence. "Is this a joke?"

"A joke it is not, my dear Sebastian." The butler turned around and saw the monster himself, top hat and all. "It's an invitation for help and joy, a great fright for all to see."

Sebas clenched his fist, but relaxed at how futile it was. "What are you doing here, did you take Tuare!?" He was stren, but it did not change the monster's delighted mood.

"If I had then why would I be here if I had already completed my goal? I'm not the kind of guy to mock a someone when they're down you know." He reached out his hand with a smile, but Sebas did not feel mutual. Spook-meister reached back with a slight frown on his face. "Wow you're a one stubborn butler aren't you, Sebastian?"

"It's Sebas Tian, why do you say it as a full name?" Sebas crossed his arms, awaiting the answer to his nickname.

"Because as my dear friend Epsilon would say to you." Spook-meister tipped his hat at the butler. "You're one hell of a butler!" The monster laughed and smiled at Sebas. "Don't fret, it's just an old saying he used to yell out during a phase." He pointed to the ticket in the butler's hands. "All you have to do is burn the ticket and my troupe will show you a fun day like you would never believe!"

Sebas furrowed his brow at the ticket that was tucked away in the maid's outfit. "This is not mine, it was in her outfit." With a snap of his fingers he flicked the ticket back into the outfit. "Therefore it only belongs to Tuare."

Spook-meister smiled at the butler's honesty and turned around. "Well, relay the message to her then when you find that bounded woman." A fist flew through him like air, to which he laughed at the attempt. "Oops, spoilers."

"Tell me where she is you coniving serpent!?" The monster shrugged at his question before sinking into the floor. "Don't you dare!" He kicked the monster, but it also went through the monster unharmed.

"So impatient, just think about it for a moment or two." Spook-meister warned as he vansihed under the floorboards. "Or else the ones you love will perish from your reckless actions."

Sebas growled before barging out of the room, he has a woman to save. "Tuare will not suffer, the testament to my lord demands it!" As he speed walked pass the mutiple doors, Solution watched with an undefined dead stare.

At night in a warehouse not far from the mansion, the now four arms looked at the bound woman before them. Behind the arms was a sleazy thug with a confused look on his face. "That has to be her alright, the broken woman the kid mentioned."

One of the four arms, a flamboyant man with a rapier in the shape of a rose rolled his eyes at the thug. "If you didn't have this..." He held up the rotten letter with the entire list of the council's crimes. "I would have asked if you took something dangerous to your mental health."

Another member, a blond man with a blue robe, tapped the flamboyant man on the back. "The thing is he also mentioned an old man, that means there could be another list much like the one we have." The four arms thought about the problem in unison, but all solved it relatively quick.

"We have to destroy this 'old man', but who is it?" A rotten member demanded of the thug, not bothering to disguise his undead self. "You should know, you found the woman right?"

The thug looked down ashamed of himself. "No, the thing is that the woman was practically given to me. Bounded on the street by rope with the same list attached on her forehead like a bow."

A member with animal tattoos all over his body, cracked his knuckles. "Then we shall bait this old man with the woman. When he comes for her will be the moment he shares his last breath!" He gazed at his three comrades, an aura of command written on his face. "Are you with me!?"

"Yeah!"

As they cheered, Tuare cried at the fact of bringing her savior to death. She prayed, prayed to whatever god above to spare Sebas's life in exchange for her own.

The only one who almost listened was the monster with the white top hat. "He will save you, but there will be a tough lesson for him to learn." Tuare looked to the left and to the right, unsure if she had heard someone new.

Sebas was in the castle libary, anger on his face as he intimiadated a nobleman. "I'm already on your side, lord Sebas!" The coward submitted as he backed up into a book case. "But, I honestly have no idea who took your lady friend." Sebas punched the bookcase, one inch away from obliterating the nobleman's head. "Honest for the first time in my life, just listen!"

Sebas growled at his lack of info, all the noblemen had feigned ignorance and are unwilling to help. If he did squash one of their brains out, then their lips would definitly be shut afterwards. "Then tell me who would know, now!" He was losing his last bit of patience with the human as every second could spell Tuare's doom.

"Okay, I'll call in a favor! But..." Sebas's eyes spoke his question. "Go to Gazef, tell him that red haze conceals death's blaze and he'll listen to you." Sebas nodded and the noble gulped in response. "However, he's not here right not. He's with the king's caravan headed to the capital. I'm afraid it'll take a week to a fee months before he comes back..eke!" Sebas punched the case again and practically destroyed that side of the case.

Sebas fiddled with his outfit, which garnered some wood scarps. "Sorry, that was rather rude of me." He swallowed his anger aimed at the dreadful circumstances. "Thank you..." He left the libary and walked the stone hallways with a scowl. "The executive council is more slippery than I first thought."

"Which is why you must thin their options." Solution's voice rang into his ears. "She's at a nearby warehouse, a safehouse for one of their security departments. Six arms if I remember correctly from a...delicious source." She walked past the still butler and smiled with a sinister aura around her. "Don't thank me, you're like luggage if something else is one your mind."

Sebas bowed slightly to the slime monster. "Your assistance is most valuable, Solution." The old butler ran past the slime monster who continued her smile.

"Silly, little, butler." The slime monster mutter before walking away with a rather slow pace. Her skin started to crack as grams of clay and dirt fell from her face. "Ha...ha...ha."

At the warehouse's gates, two guards felt an odd chill. "I do not get payed enough for this." The left guard complained while his spear laid back against the wall. "There's no action, I mean the bosses took over this town!"

The second guard said nothing to his whining companion. His eyes were dilligent to the darkness of the streets and buildings ahead.

"Come on you must hate this at le-!?" Then both of them fell down into unconsciousness as Sebas whacked them behind the neck.

Sebas fiddled with his gloves, some dirt clung onto the soft fabric. "Excuse me gentlemen, but I must enter this establishment." He forced opened the gate's doors and marched inside the area.

It was a rather large space with only two building's inside. A fifty-fifty shot on guessin the right place, but he would get her back either way. No human could stop him except that one who destroyed the vampire's psyche. When he made it to the center of the area and the crossroads of the two large buildings, dozens of torch lights surrounded him. He expected this, he had seen the army of human forms in the darkness. "Seems we baited the old man. Now the real question is how should we kill him, right Davernoch?" The flamboyent voice asked the undead next door.

"Does it matter? A death is a death except how much suffering the killer can inflict." Danvernoch chuckled, expecting Sebas to be a simple kill added to the record. "Even if he somehow gets past us he has to deal with Zero, Malmvist."

Sebas scoffed at the two member's as their flunkes started to surrounded him. "Five seconds, that's how long I will deal with you." The whole group paused at the old man's threat and snickered. "Do you take that as a joke?"

Malmvist drew his rose rapier and pointed it at Sebas with a cocky grin. "The last minute of one's life should be dealt with humor. A joke is highly expected of you. Any more jokes for Malvist of the thousand kills?" The undead lit up his hands with magical dark and white fire. "Or Davernoch, the supposed undead king as he so calls himself."

The undead growled at the human's cocky nature. "Yes, I am the most powerful undead the world will ever see! So it's natural that I take a title such as that, idiot!"

"Last night's job would beg to differ." He tease causing a growl of negative emotion from the undead.

"I though we agreed not to mention the black skull transaction!?"

"Only you and Zero, but not me!" He sang before he ducked from a silent spell sent his way. "Can we do this after we deal with the old man?"

Sebas growled and allowed them to squabble for what will soon be their last conversation alive. "Calling yourself the undead king, such a presumptive attitude not fit for a king!" He closed the distance between him and the undead. His fist collided with Davernoch's face, but did nothing to the undead fool. "What, Impossible!?"

He jumped back to his original positon and saw what caused his punch to have no effect. An aura of faunt cyan blue covered the two members, they did not seem to notice the spell's presence. "Impossible for one with a reckless mindset, Sebastion!" The voice of Spook-meister yelled from the rooftop on the right. "The show shouldn't end so soon after such a climatic buildup, as Epsilon would say." Them two childern walked next to the pale monster. "So let's tip the scales and make tonight's journey more meaningful."

With a small shake of his head the two childern jumped onto the battlefield next to the army of thugs. "My name is Soloman, host of the Mirror house of clarity." As Soloman's visage entered the torch light, Sebas made the conection that the children were part of a sort of circus. Soloman wore a purple tux with a yellow bowtie, a striped top hat similer to Spook-meister's, and star shaped glasses. "We will show you a nice night." He tipped his hat to the butler.

"Hi I'm Fran, lovable freak-show of the Spook-troupe!" The girl with the burlap sack yelled, but no one paid any heed. "I hope I can fill your head with boundless wonder!" She eyed the thugs around her. "Except these assholes."

"Fran, language!" The pale man yelled at the freakshow. "Do you need to see reverend Tyler!" The name made the freak-show gag at the name.

"Bell head!? No sir I do not want a session with him!" She spazzed, detaching an arm in the process. "Oh, give me a sec!"

Sebas growled as the freak-show reattached her arm. "So this is my true foe, I figured it would happen this way." The only one here in town who could possibly defeat him in combat. "I warn you that I won't go down so easy!" He jumped to the pale man, but a wall of cyan stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Why is he jumping in place, Davernoch?" Malmvist asked as he pointed his rapier at the butler, vital points imagined in his head as he did the thousand times before tonight. "Do you think the despair of the night drove him mad?l

"Whatever it is, it bothers me." He pointed at the bitler and charged up a ball of fire. "Fireball!"

Just before the spell lauched, Spook-meister pointed his stick at the undead. "It begins, Fortissimo Of Beelzebub!" When the fireball left the hands of the lich, it quadrupled in size and glowed a dreadful crimson red.

(Begin music: American gothic by creature feature.)

"Support magic!?" Sebas exclaimed as he jumped over the huge ball of fire. "I didn't expect you to be the type!" A wall of Cyan blocked his further ascent into the air. "Gah!?" The rebound force of the wall forced him back into the ground.

"Please remain seated until the proformance is finished." The pale man announced before he pointed his thin stick at Fran. "Enter act one, the freak and the rose. The tale begins with a handsome swashbuckler hunting a traitorous butler, then a freak-show offered him a delightful deal!"

Sebas rolled and suffered a slight graze to his right side from Fran's extended claw. "I'll give you his heart in exchange for undying loyalty!" Sebas barely avoided a calculated combo from the freak-show's style of claws and kicks. Sebas then countered with a strong punch to Fran's face, which decapitated her. Even as her head rolled to the ground her laugh can be heard. "Alas the butler striked me down from my dealing perch!" She jumped back while scooping her head from the ground.

Sebas then twirled clock-wise to avoid a piercing jab by Malmvist's rapier. "It's a sad sight to see a geezer act like this, so stay still!" The rapier itself wasn't dangerous, but the blue glow around it made him wary. "Maybe you will soon met your lady friend in hell!"

"Act two, the history of the dastardly feud. While the grim fight continued, they wondered why they were fighting in the first place." Sebas used a split-second glance to Soloman and saw two mirror rise next to host.

"Why, why was I fighting!? Cried Sebas and Malmvist! Was our bout only filled with past doubts and inactions of fate!?" Soloman continued Spook-meister's train of thought. "The reason for Sebas betrayed was one made long ago to a lord now dead and forgotten by all!" Out of the left mirror came a metal gauntlet, which cluched the mirror's rims. "To respect the loyalty he once had, he made a testament to this once loved lord name, Touch me." As the left illusion the left his mirror, a clone of Tuare left the right mirror. "A lady, oh how lovely a lady that had been berated and broken by the foul hands of the devils that had invested this land so!" As Soloman finished the dramatic act, Sebas' lord and Tuare lumbered to the butler.

"Dimensional slash!" The fake Touch me yelled as his sword sent a shockwave of space towards the butler. Sebas gracefully dodged the attack and threw his quill which then shattered the image of Tuare. When he landed and Malmvist was about to land a blow, the swashbuckler suddenly paused, Spook-meister doing no less. "Sebas Tian, my creation. I know that I am a crude fake, actions controlled by the man before you. My memories and morals however, are not." The image looked to the men Sebas now face, the weak and the strong. "I am honored that you wish to keep a testement of what I once meant to you." The fake's red cape blew into the distance, despite no wind blowing against it. "However, I will say that I do not condone my friend's actions. I thought he would be better then this!"

Sebas scoffed sure that it was the man's way of making him defect Nazarick. "You are a fake like you say, so why should I listen to you?" There was a stone cold pause between them. "My loyalty to nazarick is wholesome, nothing will deter it!"

"I suppose so. A real shame because if I had known this would happen, a real irony really.." He pointed his sword at the butler. "A hero versus the villain, I wish I had stayed to change that dark destiny Momonga now has in this new world." The image cracked and started to fade away. "To do the right thing, to think one if my best friends ignored that fact of life." The image of Touch me vanished and Sebas somehow felt cold.

(Music ends)

"Final act, the dark truth!" Spook-meister yelled as the swashbukler resumed his assult. "Sebas the butler of death looked deep inside himself and betrayed his creator that had sought good intentions!" The undead launched some spells, but Sebas was unaffected. "Malmvist accepts his fate of death, hoping it be a catalyst for divine retribution!" Sebas saw his chance as the blue aura's vanished and thus swiftly ended the two member's lives in a quick flash. "The end, now we all know what you really are Sebas." With a snap of his figers the entire army that surrounded Sebas died, or were they even alive to begin with? "Everyone besides those two were already dead. They were trapped within my magic and danced to my command like puppets."

Sebas glared at the man on the rooftop. "So you orchistrated this entire thing, just to prove a worthless point of my undying loyalty?"

He shrugged at the butler. "Well it might be worthless to you, but to me it's priceless as motivation. Also destroying this part of the gang made my group's day." He looked at the girl with the burlap sack, who put herself back together again. "Bring him back the girl, but leave the meat puppets."

Sebas gave a harder glare. "Is this all a game to you? You wasted Tuare's and my entire night chasing a false threat!" Soloman snickered at the butler as he sank into the ground like his mirrors. "What is your angle!?"

Spook-meister cackled a little bit. "One that you will never understand, little butler. So many things you have missed, so many hints along your trail that you blindly passed in your reckless crusade." The pale monster took out a golden ticket from his tux. "We had left so many mistakes in your path, but you gave us blind eyes."

Fran left the right building with Tuare. "Should I really give him the woman?" Sebas glared at both Fran and Spook-meister. "Eek!"

The pale man jumped down and next to the freak-show. "Well he did fail our little tests, unworthy of such happiness as a prize." Sebas growled as Fran started to sink into the ground with Tuare. "Paradise now lost, if you get my drift."

Sebas charged at the two and threw a punch, hitting a cyan wall of magic. "I played your game, give her back!" Punch after punch his fists made contact with the moveable wall, each time damaging his kncuckles. "Where's your honor!?"

"Where is your loyalty!? If I give her to you two things will happen." As Tuare disappeared with Fran, Spook-meister lifted two fingers. "One, your dark lord will kill her or two, he will force you to do it!" Then he started to sink into the floor. "While I don't watch Eplison's 'unique' plays, I know how this particular tragedy ends!" He then vanished under the ground. "Thank me from sparing you such a fate, Sebastian." The monster's disembodied voice echoed his last thought.

Sebas stomped onto the ground with fury, he lost a game with rules he did not know of. "Arghhh!" He roared as his true self shifted for a quick moment. He calmed down and stopped his tantrum, that was the reason he lost Tuare and thus was not unfair. "Hints dropped onto my path, the ticket!?" If he summoned the monster, perhaps he can fight for Tuare's life. "But, can I beat them all?" He doubt Fran and Soloman were the only members in Spook-meister's troupe. "Maybe Solution or hopefully Mare can help me."

Sebas turned and ran while the pale monster watched from the ground below. "Little old Sebas, such foolish naivety for one so strong."

Yeah, 7,000 words again! Honestly I had no idea how this chapter came to be, originally I was going to have the pale man help Sebas, but this was much more interesting to me. What do think of the pale man also known as Spook-meister, hate him, love him, mediocrity for this monster?

I found this more confusing than the worker arc, but hopefully you do not mind it at all.

Now onto my lovly reviewer's...reviews.

Random reader: You posed a wonderul idea I had a while ago. Yes, but some of them have diffrent names. If you want here's a list, I guess.

Determination-Despair (Which is why the double is Frisk's negative attribute.)

Patience-reckless

Kindness-Cruelty

Perserverence-Desperation

Justice-vengeance

Bravery-Craven (Also known as fear)

Intergrity-Dishonesty

Nintendoplayer: I am glad that you appreciated the last chapter as I was a bit nervous that my proclamation of 5,000 to 6,000 words would turn people off. In my stories I try to turn the cannon onto it's head, especially with crossover's like this. In fact I should tell you that I might continue this fanfic into unexplored territory. Remeber Elf country anyone? I believethat it might be a good chapter or arc later on down the line.

Vincetmcm- Yep, that's what I was aiming towards. The thing is, who are the other four that the double made? :D

Mysterious-jester out!