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

Green plus green plus green plus green plus rat

It was only a few nights after Stanley had been accepted as an official member of the Misfits and Perfection, DM and Wraith were busy in the interLOAFER inn, trying to figure out the right way to introduce them selves to the world as their recent plans were demolished quite literally along with half of downtown Bayville. Of course they were not alone this time, as Karma was also trying to find away to insert herself into the world, not surprisingly she found it incredibly difficult. The Elric Brothers were also helping out in their own little way, which mostly revolved around keeping Perfection entertained.

"Why can't I wear this?" Karma asked as she spun in her newest choice of everyday clothing.

"Karma, was it decent on your world to parade around half-naked in public?" DM asked as he tried to finish a few sketches.

"No, but I thought human males found sheer clothing attractive." Karma let her naiveté take over.

"Oh sure they do, but togas are out of fashion by about two or tree millennia." Cardinal commented as he and Spaz walked in.

"Wraith, I think you should know I've found some prime real estate here that would be perfect for another Belly-Up Tavern." Spaz's voice was filled with a child like hope.

"No; one is enough, especially with the crew of regulars we get." Wraith winced inwardly. "Speaking of which remind me to give Angela a raise after all this."

"I already did that." Spaz commented as he pulled a ledge out of nowhere. "But I guess, you're right, one bar is enough, but perhaps a night club for teens."

"You already bought the place didn't you?" Wraith glared at his friend.

"Yes." Spaz hung his head in shame, "I'm sorry Wraith, it was just such a good deal, I couldn't resist."

"Well, you know, that could be yours and Karma's cover now." DM lifted his head from his drawings. "Plus we could give the teens and mutants a safe haven in this city."

"Philanthropy?" Wraith grumbled as he plopped down onto a couch. "Now there's an idea only religious goober could come up with."

"I hear ya boss," Cardinal sat on Wraith's right. "I don't do nothin' for nobody, unless I get paid, it's the American way."

"So are extortion and blackmail." Spaz commented lightly on the situation and garnered the look of everyone in the room. "What? Oh please I'm friends with Wraith; you can't expect me to be nice all the time, now can you."

"Maybe we should take a look at the place." Perfection suggested as he tied Ed and Al I up with the Cat's Cradle they were trying to complete. "I mean, you don't want to get ripped off, now do you?"

"Brain-dead's got point." Ash said as he walked into the front room of the inn. "Xavier sent me to check on the kid. He seems to think I'd be able to connect with him for some reason. Anyway, your really should take a look at that piece of real-estate."

"Oh, Ash, I forgot to ask you the last time I saw you, what did you do with the Necronomicon?" Spaz raised an eye in line with his question.

"I put it in my sock drawer." Ash confirmed. "I figured with all the kids with hay-wire powers, explosions and visits from you guys that it'd be safer there than any place the government could think of."

"You know he's probably right on that too." DM chuckled.

"Right, well let's go take a look at this heap Spaz almost undoubtedly bought in my name." Wraith groaned.

"Now why would you accuse Spaz of such a mean thing?" Karma chided Wraith as she flashed into a purple work suit.

"Because he went to hell for identity theft when he first died, as well as fraud, tax evasion and other very unethical business practices."

"Yes, surprisingly 'Thou shalt not steal' also applies to names and Social Security numbers." Spaz let a light grumble take his voice.

"Yup, so let's get there already." Cardinal shouted.

A second later the group was standing outside an almost vacant lot with only half a house built and to say Wraith was not happy would be an understatement. However, he was also looking at the wrong lot; the correct lot contained what looked to be a run down roller disco with a large discoing anthro-dinosaur on the roof.

"I can't say that his is much better." Wraith growled while DM held him back from assaulting Spaz.

"Oh, come one Wraith, so it's fixer-upper, but think of the potential it has." Spaz said as he knocked on the door.

"Yeah, it has potential alright, the potential to give ya tetanus." Cardinal said whispered to Perfection.

"Among other things." Perfection looked on in a mix of awe and fear.

"Well, it could use some work." Karma said as she tried to push a door open, only to have it fall back into the building.

"I think it's a lemon, but with some spit and polish and a lot of elbow grease it could be a nice place for the kids to hang out." Ash tapped the side of the building right before the dinosaur collapsed in to the building. "Ok, that might take a bit more than spit and lot more polish."

"Spaz, you want to turn this into a night club?" Wraith pointed at the condemned building accusingly.

"Yes." Spaz smiled in only the way a ghost with out a mouth could.

"And you are." Wraith growled, "Because as of now, I'm putting Angela on your desk in the Necropolitan and Cardinal's running the tavern, and until this is opened and running, you are staying here to work on it aren't you?" Wraith was now towering over Spaz, who was crunched up into a ball.

"Yes sir." Spaz blinked.

"Good, now get up." Wraith growled.

Spaz stood up, but it was obvious he was hurt. His eyes and head both hit the ground with an obvious gloom, and Wraith caught it as did the others who cast him an angry look.

"What?" Wraith exclaimed in shock, "He deserves it."

"Wraith…" Karma shot an angry glare to her ex.

"Ugh, ok." Wraith turned back to Spaz, "Listen buddy, I shouldn't have blown up like that, ok."

"OK." Spaz brightened up a little. "Apology accepted, and I won't do this again, I promise."

"Oh, I know you won't." Wraith gave his own evil smile towards his oldest friend. "Believe me I know you won't." The two ghosts then walked back to the group and Wraith took his first long gaze at the building.

"You know, if your tore down the building and made it all underground, it'd be a big thing." Perfection said. "At least according to National Fashion."

"Ok, now there's a comment I would expect from him." Wraith said, "But he's right, the whole buildings gotta go and we have to start fresh." Wraith then turned to Cardinal, "Card, you still got those connections with the Undead Labor Union?"

"The ULU? Sure, I play poker every Monday with their regional head." Cardinal pulled out a small notebook. "Bastard owes me frickin' fortune."

"Right, well tell him I got a job for his crew." Wraith said as he took a notepad from Spaz. "Spaz, make sure we don't get ripped, and get all the permits we need, you guys go live when you need to so we don't freak out the norms, got it?"

"Sure thing boss, but uh…" Cardinal looked as if he were sweating, "You know he's still pissed about the last job you got him; you know the whole thing with the shop being near a church."

"Assure him all religious problems will be handled." Wraith said in an extremely business like tone. "Spaz, get my brother in here for a scan of any problems and have him remove them, I don't care how as long as it's explainable to the humans and doesn't scare them."

"Right, get L.B. and what about your father?" Spaz jotted the not down on his own pad of paper.

"Send him an invitation when we open up, we don't want to scare the local magic users." Wraith wrote his own not down.

"Won't your brother do that as is?" DM asked.

"Yes, but I can control him." Wraith explained.

"Since when?" DM pointed out, "Last time you tried to 'control' him you stuffed him in a glass jar and threatened his existence."

"Did he try anything after that?" Wraith had his usual smile.

DM thought for a second before answering. "No."

"Exactly, he knows better than to mess with me now." Wraith then turned back to the building. "DM, you can demolish the place, makes the union costs cheaper."

"Excellent!" DM laughed with glee.

"And P." Wraith was about to give Perfection permission to come up with an interior design of the place, but as it was Perfection was glowing bright yellow. "EVERYONE HIT THE DECK!"

As Perfection heard those words he looked down at his hands and noticed the odd glow around him and the last thing he said before he went like a pinball in a machine in the surrounding lots was; "This is gonna - AHHHHHHHH!"

When the overly energized Scion fell back to the ground he was of course making light of the situation by making it appears as if he were burnt to cinders. The others were not as enthused by his joke, of course the fact the five new forms stood across from them might have has something to do with it.

"Oh goody another Spark." Wraith groaned, "And I was getting into a good mood too."

"Dude that sounded like Wraith." A voice familiar to the interLOAFERs called out as the smoke cloud between the two groups cleared.

"Well, at least we know these guys." DM smiled, "Yo, Mikey, guys this way."

"Who are they?" Ash asked as Perfection came to the front of the group.

Karma answered for him, "They are; Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, Raphael, led by their Master Splinter. They're the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."

"They're heroes in a half-shell." Perfection beamed as the turtles came into view.

"And we're green." Raphael smirked. "Yo, P, how's it hangin'?"

"I like cheese." Perfection said as his attention was diverted by a random moth.

"Same as usual, obviously." Donatello scoffed.

"So what happened; why'd you guys bring us here and to further that question where exactly is 'here'?" Leonardo asked

"That's a bit of a long story actually, so were you guys alone when just now?" DM asked as Perfection continued to chase the moth. "Wraith wrangle him in please."

"With pleasure." Wraith sneered as he went to get Perfection who immediately turned it into his own warped game of "tag".

"I think I already know what has happened." Splinter said calmly. "But yes we were alone."

"Hey, how come that guy's not freaking out?" Mikey asked as he noticed Ash.

"I used to fight demons, now I'm a handy man at a school were the student's posses powers that would make those demons crap their pants and run." Ash laughed, "Four talking turtles and a talking rat, that's less than average for me." Ash looked over to DM. "So, Xavier's or the PIT?"

"Xavier's, less likely to have something explo…" DM caught Don's curious look over Ash's gauntlet hand. "Well, easier to clean up if something goes wrong at least."

"Riiiight." Ash nodded. "Overtime for me in other words."


AN: If you like Wraith, Spaz and Cardinal you might like the seperate series "Belly-Up Tavern", which I am writing along side this story.