Summary: Yet another Halloween fic. With demons.

Disclaimer: I own... hmm. I own nothing. The bank owns any money I make, at the moment. The concepts building 1001Keys do not belong to me, most probably.

Feedback: Why not? It helps me write more and better...

Crossover: Megatokyo

AlbumThisWasWrittenTo: 'Aenima', by Tool

Pre-fic Comments:

Words in 'leet are in braces after the paragraph.

The shotgun boomed again, as Largo let the bugman have it again with both barrels. He looked over at Piro, slightly wild-eyed as he started the relatively slow process of reloading the gun once more. The buggy salesman was down his arms, as he absorbed the bugs from there into his empty torso.

"H17 >Hit the blaggard! Vanquish him!

Piro looked down at the baseball bat, then swung at the unnatural salesman, squashing centipedes as they dripped from empty sleeves.

"You can't win," the salesman said calmly. "The Order cannot be stopped."

Piro looked at Largo again as he swung the metal bat. "Why did you have to be RIGHT about something?"

Largo snapped the action shut, and let the thing have it again. Piro ran into the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry with a tremendous clatter.

"Camper! Quadwhore!

Everyone at the Summer's house looked up as they heard the echoing boom of a shotgun roll across.

"I think I speak for everyone when I say what the hell is going on?," Cordelia demanded.

"You stay here, I'll go check it out," Xander said. "If I need help, I'll come back for you."

"Okay, you two, let's go barricade the doors," he heard Cordelia commanding as he walked out the door. "The Freak Squad always brings trouble, and it ain't getting in here."

He found the door to O'Neil's house open. Funny. Even though Buff had broken the lock, they'd left the door shut. He wasn't sure he believed what he saw, though.

A brown haired guy beating up another man made up of worms, and a blonde guy using two cans of industrial sized Raid on the bug dude.

"What the hell?," Xander asked, puzzled.

The brunette looked up. "K3w1! Another warrior against 3vil."

"Are you guys after the crazy guy who lived here?," Xander asked.

"1001Keys?," the brunette asked. "Yeah. I'm Largo, by the way, loserboy here is Piro."

"Weird," Xander frowned. "O'Neil is chained up at the moment for infecting the whole town with were-leopardy-ness."

The blonde, Piro, looked puzzled at this. "Either you're another Largo, or he talked me into trying his brand of beer again."

Buffy looked forth in disbelief.

A female leopard-woman who she presumed to be her mother was unconscious on the floor. A leopard man was also unconscious on the floor. An open can of turpentine flooded the room with a smell that even in her human form smelt to high heaven. She rushed over to the woman, shaking her shoulder worriedly.

"Mum? Mum, is that you?," Buffy said worriedly.

"Buffy?," Joyce asked weakly, completely confused. "Baby, what's going on?"

Largo stood in the centre of the Summer's living room, staring down the crowd before him.

"MORONS! >Idiots! How dare you lock up my friend!

"What'd he say?," Sheila asked.

"How dare you lock up my friend," Willow and Piro said in unison, tiredly. They both blinked, then stared at each other.

"You guys, revert," Xander said tiredly. "This is like talking to a brick wall."

Sheila, Ira, and Cordelia all changed back into a hybrid between a human and a leopard.

"This is why," Xander said, gesturing at the three. "O'Neil stole Cordelia's blood and infected the whole town with were-ness."

Largo's mouth had dropped open. "That..."

Piro looked resigned.

"That..."

"That what, nerdboy?," Cordelia demanded.

"THAT R0XX0RS!"

That rocks!

Everyone blinked in amazement as the hacker/gamer rushed over to Cordelia and pushed his bare forearm under her nose. "BYTE ME!"

Cordelia, already pissed, did not pass up the chance. Largo screamed in pain for a moment, then grinned like an idiot as the two gaping half-circle wounds closed up, and he gained a couple feet in height and a golden black pelt. For some reason, the rosettes present in everyone elses' fur were not present in his, only black spots. He was far more rangy, and two black lines ran from the inside corners of his eyes to the corners of his mouth. Largo stood there staring at his paws, before scratching Piro who soon also stood there, with the same unusual appearance as Largo.

"Cordy," Xander groaned. "Did you have to do that?"

"What? He could've just drank the water," Cordelia said defensively.

"Why doesn't he look the same?," Willow asked. "I mean, they look like cheetahs, but you guys are all like leopards."

"3y3 4V 1337!," Largo barked out, grinning in an unsettlingly feline way.

I am elite!

"I think I preferred being arrested by Canadian Mounties," Piro said philosophically, staring at his paws as well. "Sometimes, Largo, I ask myself why I bother coming with you."

"I'd blame my conscience, if I were you," Cordelia said, still mad.

"Calm down," Xander commanded her. He reverted into his demonic form, gaining a couple of feet height and black batwings. Cordelia stepped into a hug, turning her face into his chest. Xander looked up at the others as his wings closed around the two of them. "Okay, now we wait for Giles and Buff to get back. At least the Happy Vampire Meals On Legs part of Sunnydale is gone."

Largo started grinning again. "You f1gh7 3v1l as well? K3wl, very Shadow like."

Post-fic Comments:

Wasn't that fun? Did you like the twist?

Applied for the Army, today. Funny thing... you HAVE to apply via their website, they don't have any paper forms for it. I'm just waiting for the recruiter dude to ring me, now, since he said he would once my application appeared in the database.