.hack//STUPIDFRIGGINGLITCH

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Mistral walked up to the dungeon, looked around, then ran in. Skeith followed after. As the pair

wandered the dungeon, Mistral kept giggling whenever they walked into a different room.

Finally, Skeith, annoyed with the giggling, asked Mistral, "Why do you keep giggling!? It's

driving me insane!" Mistral grinned and poked Skeith on his forehead. "Because, Silly, no one's

in here but us! That means everyone out there is gullible enough to believe the 'It's not in the

dungeon' part! Haha! That means rare items for MISTRAAAAL!" The Phase sighed and

thought, 'She's ALWAYS happy, isn't she?' Suddenly, there was yelling coming from a corridor

to the right. Mistral gasped, "S-Someone else is in here too!? DAMN!" Skeith walked over to the

opening of the hallway and listening to the yelling. It sounded like a female player. "YOU SAID

YOU'D HELP ME! SO WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING?!" A male voice began. "Because I

changed my mind." "C-Changed your mind!? Ooooh! You make me so angry, I could just..!"

"AH! GET OFF OF ME, YOU PSYCHO WOMAN!" "No way, buddy!" "What are you doing

with THAT?! HEY! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!" Skeith and Mistral curiously

looked a little more into the corridor to see a female Blademaster ontop of a male Twin Blade.

Her sword was at the Twin Blade's neck, and she didn't look very happy. Skeith blinked,

"Umm..Are we interrupting something?" The Blademaster, surprised that she was being watched

by two others, turned her head away from the Twin Blade to look at the Jester Wavemaster and

the Terror of Death. Her look at them was only for a few seconds as the Twin Blade, who was

now un-watched, stabbed the Blademaster in the neck with one of his blades, and her chest with

the other. He just let go of his blade handles and kept them stuck in the girl's body as she turned

grey and collapsed ontop of the boy. He pushed her off, then took out his blades, which looked

like odd grey leaves. The boy's hair was kind of spiky (Like Sora from Kingdom Hearts. Go

Sora!) And green. He had blue pants on, along with a red shirt with green leaves on it. His eyes

were an emotionless grey. The boy stood and then, dusting himself off, he looked to Skeith and

Mistral. "Ah. Sorry you had to see that. That girl gets on my nerves sometimes. So, are you guys

in here searching, too?" Mistral nodded. "Yep, we are! And we're gonna find it before YOU do!"

Skeith glanced at the boy's blades, and the boy looked at Skeith's staff. In unison, they both

pointed and said, "Woah, cool weapon!" They looked at each other. "Hey..You copycat!" they

both said at the same time. (Until further notice, the following dialogues are Skeith and the boy

talking at the same time.) "Copycat? Nuh-Uh, you're copying ME!" They both growled. "No!

YOU'RE copying ME!" "STOP THAT!" "No! YOU stop it!" "I can't until YOU stop!" "SHUT

UP!" "YOU!" They both turned away from each other. "Hmph." (End unison speech.) Mistral

blinked, then poked the boy. "Your weapon is coooooool! Where did you get it? Huh, huh? I

wanna know, I wanna know! It looks rare and I love rare items! Tell me, tell me, tell meeeeeee!"

The boy raised a brow at her, "Uhm..I've had them ever since the beginning." "Beginning? You

mean you started your character with these? But they don't look like a starter newb weapon!

Ohhh, I get it, you traded didn't you? You gotta tell me who gave 'em to you! C'mon, fess up!"

The boy shook his head, "No, I didn't.." Skeith grunted, "Come on, Mistral. Let's go. We have a

Grunty Statue to find." He began to walk down the corridor to the next door when he was

stopped by the boy, who put his blades to Skeith's neck. "Wait just one minute. I wanna know

your name." The Phase sighed. "Skeith. There, happy? Yeah, I bet you are. Now that

everything's all peachy keen, fine and dandy, happy-go-lucky with rainbows and butterflies, Can

I go now!?" "Of course not. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Magus." There was a

long, eerie silence. Finally, Skeith broke the pause with, "Propagation." Magus grinned. "Terror

of Death." "Third Phase." "First Phase." "Leaves." "Stone." "Sissy Wimp who can't compare

with the great Skeith." "Th-What?! What's THAT supposed to mean!?" "It means how it sounds,

and it sounds how it means." "That sounded like that Dr. Suess book." "You mean the one with

the elephant?" "Yeah, that's it! That..Horton Scrambles the Egg book." "Hatches. HATCHES the

egg." "Same difference." Suddenly, Skeith and Magus realized that Mistral was no longer in the

hall. Magus lowered his blades and walked out of the dungeon. Skeith did the same, and they

were both greeted by Mistral, who had a dark look upon her face. "Someone just found the

Statue. AND IT WASN'T ME! AND IT'S ALL YOUR GUYS' FAULT! FEEL THE WRATH

OF THE GREAT ITEM HUNTER MISTRAL! RAAWWRRGG!!" Skeith's eyes widened. "I'm

out of here." He warped out of the field, but Magus wasn't so lucky. Tons of random electric

spells fell upon him like a horrible rain storm of icky doom and pain. Poor, Poor Magus.

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Me and Shion think Morganna was drunk when she made Magus. I mean, basically he's there to

collect data on how humans find a desperate need to have babies. So that'd be like, "Oh, those

pesky neighbors next door are getting rowdy again! *hic* Hey, I could make a Phase out of that!

Yeah! *hic*" Yeah..Not that I've got anything against Magus or anything. Human Magus is sexy.

Skeith, First Phase of 8, drew him, along with Human Innis and Human Skeith. They're all sexy.

YAAAY! Uhm. Yes. Anyways, REVIEW! NOW!