Inter-LOAFERS: Dance-Dance-Feva!

By Xenomorph666

Disclaimer: I own only Perfection and Wraith.

DigitalMan and K2 are © My close friend.

Everything else is copyrighted to their correct owner.

Universe: Misfit-Verse

Aww, pudding pops….

"Ok, level with me." Evan Daniels was in his jail cell, carefully eyeing his new "lawyer". "How screwed am I?"

"Pretty screwed. I mean my co council kind of ate his chair and then quit so, I need some help." Perfection said as he paced the room in his suede red suit and looked over the insanely biased evidence that had been gathered as well as some crucial evidence that had not been submitted as of late.

"Prof…" Evan was begging to realize what his biggest worry should be. "Remind me, who is this guy again? I don't remember him settling any cases for you."

"Actually he's Wanda's boyfriend." Xavier explained, "And he and his two friends are a group of multi-dimensional beings of great power."

"So…" Evan looked at Perfection with a look of concern as the scion began to grind down on the graphite of his pencil. "Can he prove I didn't do it?"

"I honestly have no clue. Perfection is not what one would call stable." Xavier chose his words carefully as Perfection's head exploded in a balloon like fashion. Both Xavier and Evan turned a shocked look his way.

"Sorry, but I think I just found a way to prove he didn't do it." Perfection said as his head reformed.

"Really, how?" Evan looked ecstatic.

"Well it's simple really, DM can carbon date things down to the second they were made. All I have to do is prove that your spike was made before hand." Perfection smiled to himself.

"And they'll counter with the fact that I STILL could have stabbed him with it." Evan's face fell and then so did Perfection's.

"Hm…" The Scion said in confusion. "Well, I could always ask Karma for some clues…"

"Couldn't you just ask her directly?" Xavier inquired.

"I could." Perfection mused it over, "But I doubt it would help in a court of law. Seeing as how no one knows we exist."

"He has a point Prof." Evan jerked a thumb to Perfection.

"Of course if all else fails I can just follow the chain of chaos up to Spears' death and time freeze it and look for evidence to locate." The crimson commander of chaos said with a shrug. "Or I could ask Wraith if he knows…"

"No I don't and no I don't care." The emerald specter said as he randomly appeared with a lei around his neck and a screwdriver in his hand.

"Well that answers that." Perfection shrugged. "And I'm out of ideas."

"Prof. was that just…" Evan looked on at the wall that Wraith had disappeared into.

"Yes, it was a ghost." Xavier said, "But it seems I too am out of ideas I fear."

"Mind if suggest something." Evan asked.

"Go ahead." Xavier nodded.

"Remember the last time we where there, when the jerk tried to throw some of that poison on Auntie O." Evan said, the Professor nodded. "Well, there was a security camera right outside his door, it could be the missing key to proving my innocence."

"Yeah, but it's on their list of evid..e..ence…" At that moment a rare occurrence in Perfection's mind occurred as several circuits and cogs long forgotten all geared up and began to move at once. "Holy COMMANDER CUMMBERBUNDS!"

"What?" Xavier asked as both fear and relief filled him.

"DM!" Perfection shouted.

"You rang?" The techno-wonder Scion asked as he appeared in a bright shine of light.

"Dude, get a copy of that tape from the D.A. and scour it for any and I mean ANY alterations." Perfection said in a riled excitement.

"Yes, sir!" DM clicked his heels together and in another flash of light he was gone.

"All right, we may have something here." Perfection said as he pulled out another sheet to look over. "It also seems that Mr. Spears had several business meetings, one with Graydon Creed."

"So, that's not new they were leaving when we came in." Evan snorted at the thought of Creed's face.

"Yes, but the secretary reported to the police that they were having a heated argument." Perfection's eyes gleamed with a perilous joy. "And if I'm correct all I need to do is provide reasonable doubt. Correct?"

"Correct." Xavier said as he looked at the mysteriously driven Scion.

"Then I think I shall visit the wonderful office of Graydon Creed." Perfection gave a wicked grin a s he vanished in flashing sparkling light show.

"What the hell!" the guards came rushing in at the light flashes. "Where's the mutie lawyer."

"You shouldn't have said that." Xavier groaned.

"Why not." The guards grunted as they noticed a small red form lumber from behind a corner. "What's that?"

"IStA-NAJiNgA!" The shrill voice of Chybee rang out as he began to chase the guards from one end of the prison to the other.

"What is that?" Evan almost shrieked in fear.

"That is Perfection's adopted familiar…" Xavier groaned. "We don't try to explain him."

"Prof, no offense but when this is over, I'm going to act like I don't even know you guys." Evan watched as Chybee chased after the guards with a stuffed Kirby doll in hand.

"Believe me Evan, I fully and completely understand." Xavier sighed as Chybee sat on his lap with a piece of a guard's underwear in it's mouth.

MEANWHILE AT FOH HEADQUARTERS…

"So what exactly does this mean?" Duncan Matthews asked as he watched the tape again. "How come we can't tell the police."

"Because if we tell them, the freak gets off." Creed grumbled.

"Yeah, ok now I get it."

Just then Creed's intercom crackled to life. "Sir." The female like voice said from the other side. "A lawyer from the Xavier Institute is here to see you."

"Turn off the tape." Creed said as he straightened his tie and pressed the speaker button. "Send him in."

"What?" Duncan Matthews said in shock. "I heard their lawyer is a bigger freak than Daniels."

"So, we need to get him off us as potential scapegoats." Creed growled as the door opened to reveal a young man in his early twenties dressed head to toe in red suede."

"You have got to be kidding me." Duncan almost laughed out loud.

"Hey…" A voice called from behind the young man. "Wait for me you wandering fault line of stupidity." As the voice took form the door to Creed's office slammed shut and the lights flickered off and on. Duncan Matthews a young man of incredible stubbornness and idiocy suddenly jumped into his mentor's lap from sheer fear. Creed's face went from a healthy redneck-ian tan to a pale shade that rivaled Rogue's shade of pale. Then Wraith was there.

"You came!" Perfection faux-swooned and slid over to his friend.

"Yup, I wouldn't pass up the chance to mess with these flesh bags." Wraith's eyes took an evil smile.

"Who and WHAT are you?" Creed managed to sputter out as he watched the almost formless mass make it's way to the couch.

"I would be a specter, a ghost, a poltergeist or even a spirit. I however prefer Wraith." The dead one smiled gain with his eyes. "Now, the night of Spears' murder, where were you?"

"Like we'd tell you!" Duncan almost cried out in fear.

"Oh you have no clue how much I was hoping you'd say that." Wraith cackled evilly as he warped the frightened Duncan to an operating table that had simply appeared. "Now, you're going to have to tell me if I'm warm or cold, it's been a while since I had a body, so anatomy ain't my strongest subject."

"W-w-what?" Duncan's face paled to an absolute shade of white and his hair lost all color.

"Wraith, no torture, just ask for evidence." The Perfection noticed the VCR. "OH! Hey mind if I tape The OC, my girlfriend and I love that show." Then he noticed the tape inside and popped it out and immediately noticed the date. Unfortunately he didn't quite get it. "Hey you like The OC too?"

"P, let me see it." Wraith demanded as he yanked the tape away. Perfection's face immediately looked hurt. "It's a security tape from the night of the murder, gee I wonder what was so important that they were reviewing it." Wraith's voice was unchanged as he spoke with an intense amount of mixed curiosity and suspicion. "Let's watch, shall we." Wraith put in the film and hit play.

"The screen's still black." Perfection said. "I think it's broke." He jerked his thumb towards the TV as Wraith hit the on switch and gave the Scion of Chaos a dirty look. "Or it needs to be turned on."

As the video played Wraith and Perfection noticed the figure on the screen was assaulting both Creed and Duncan was infact Evan with many spikes jutting out. Then they both noticed the time coding on the tape.

"Well boys it looks like we'll be liberating this from you tonight and making special requests for you as witnesses too." Perfection said as he lightly plucked the tape from the player and tucked it into an oversized pocket.

"Hey you can't…" Duncan was about to try and take the tape back, but several very sharp daggers pinned the young man to a wall. "No, bad idiot, no." Wraith said as he whapped Duncan several times with a newspaper. His only response was a quite whimper and the urine stain on his pants.

"I hate my life…" Creed whimpered from under his desk. He had hidden underneath as soon as he found a few spare seconds.

The two Scions then calmly left out the front door.

"You know for a guy with the same name as a Christian-Rock band, he's a big jack ass." Perfection said as he produced a banana from nowhere.

"Oh yeah that reminds me." Wraith turned back into the office. "May Fourteenth, Twenty twelve."

"What?" Creed's voice called out.

"You'll see…" Wraith laughed in his usual evil manner. As Perfection noticed the office water cooler and began to chug it all at once. "Normally I'd stop you P, but tonight's a good night for you to be randomly insane."

"Good place too." DM said as he stepped through a portal. "I left K2 on scanning duty, did I miss anything?"

"Just the biggest piece of evidence ever found." Wraith smiled as Perfection randomly streaked the entire building.

"We seriously need to have a sit down with that boy…" DM just rubbed his temples in futility and Wraith sighed and nodded.

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AN: IStA-NAJiNgA roughly translated from Chybee-speech means "I make Kirby Face". One can only assume that Chybee was pretending that he was Kirby.