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

Getting used to it all

"Well…" Perfection was outside of the normal view of the world. The other Scions were with him as well as they observed the flat lines that represented the many universes in existence push though time. "It may be further off course than we would have liked, but at least there's no more danger of Chaos Spark."

"Agreed." Astral said, "The only worry now is how we deal with all the time line changes."

The other Scions nodded in agreement as the Alternate Universe solidified its own independent existence. The agreement however was not a complete sign of jubilance as Alteran was still shrouded in what were rightfully his brother's dark powers.

"Al…" Perfection scooted over to the Scion. "I think the Pope would like his home back now."

"Very well, since I've no need to keep them from this world I shall return them." Alteran grumbled.

"Do you ever wonder why Therten never shows up to these gatherings?" Perfection asked randomly.

"Possibly because he hates us all." Clotho smiled with a bitter sarcasm.

"Whoa, Clo, what's up with attitude adjustment from hell?" Astral jumped back in slight surprise.

"Do you know how convoluted the romances of that world are?" Clotho shrieked. "By Zeus' robe Kitty alone wreaks havoc on my duties, but everyone else…" Clotho tried to scream in agrivation, but fell in defeat. "I need a representative there."

"Well, that sounds smart." Perfection said as he opened a portal and the interLOAFERs walked through, back to the Altered-Misfits-Verse. "Just remember, bad things happen when you choose psychotic people for the position." Perfection smiled at Wraith.

"ONE TIME, ONE TIME I GAVE IT TO A LUNATIC AND YOU WON'T LET ME LIVE IT DOWN!" Wraith yelled as he and his friends appeared in the middle of the Misfit Manor.

"You know I'm sure we just caught the bizarre tail-end of a conversation, and the first part would have made this part a lot less disturbing if we had heard it." Wheeler was sitting on the couch with Fred and Lance.

Wraith simply narrowed his eyes, walked over to Wheeler and squinted. "Remind me to make your death reminiscent of those crappy Final Destination movies."

"Ok…" Wheeler blinked in fear.

"Dude, never piss of Wraith." Lance chuckled.

"And you…" Wraith squinted again. "Stop eating Kitty's cooking, no one deserves to die like that."

Lance just sat in fear.

"Oh can you tell me how I'm going to die!" Fred asked as Althea and Wanda came down the stairs with Claudius and Barney in heir arms and simply exchanged a knowing look.

"Let's just say: avoid wide open spaces and alien cheese graters…" Wraith said slyly.

"Alien cheese graters?" Wanda asked in confusion as she set Barney in the playpen.

"Don't ask…" Wraith sighed as he shook his head.

"Wanda, you're boyfriend has been flattened by a giant frying pan, and you're surprised by the mention of alien cheese graters?" Althea laughed.

"Why do they need cheese graters?" Wanda asked, "Can't they just borrow ours?"

"Actually…" Perfection started, but Wraith elbowed him in the gut. "… Lights say night, night…" Perfection crumpled to the ground.

"Was that even necessary?" DM asked as he looked over the rim of his glasses at Wraith.

"When is it ever necessary?" Wraith chuckled as he vanished.

"What was that about?" Althea asked.

"Wraith is a fount of perpetually misplaced rage." DM said as he sat Perfection up in a recliner.

"We know that, but what was he trying to say?"

"Oh, the Aliens think the Earth is cheese." DM said, "But they won't be here for another eighty years, yet." A sudden explosion caused DM to look up in a wondering manner at Althea.

"Oh, my sisters are showing Gi and Linka their room." Althea said. "We warned them."

"Well, that's fair." DM smiled. "So where are Kwame and Ma-ti?"

"Oh, the Turtles and Blind Master took them out for some pizza and ice cream." Wanda said as she looked at Perfection who was still out. "Guess, I better check on Chybee."

"The Turtles are out in public?" DM asked in confusion.

"Yeah, Splinter said that he would rather his sons build their strength against the hatred they would most likely receive after Sunday." Althea said. "Three days and they're going to help expose the biggest racist in the country."

"Mmm, Stryker." DM said, "We've been wondering how you guys were gonna handle him here."

"Here?" Althea raised an eyebrow. "I take it he'd be doing this anyways."

"Yup, with some rather unexpected results too." DM said, "But I think those will always follow suite when dealing with him."

"What results and why?" Althea was concerned.

"Nothing lethal and because he has an inept team of scientists." DM assured her.

"Not helping." Althea said bitterly.

"Not supposed to." DM pointed out.

"So…" Althea asked, "What's this thing going on with Jean?"

"Oh, you'll see." DM said, "You have a nice little role in it."

"You guys just love torturing us with little tidbits of our future, don't you?"

"No, not really, but I'd rather give you completely vague answers than wipe out your memory after giving you complete ones." DM explained.

"Wow." Althea blinked.

"Yup." DM nodded, "Of course we only know one 'version' of your future, and already I can tell you there are some major differences in this world when compared to your original universe."

"Like?" Althea asked.

"Well for one, Hank has not encountered the woman that would be his girlfriend, albeit temporarily and Hulk had helped out." DM said. "Then there are the Chaos Sparks."

"Ah yes, how many more of those do we have coming anyway?" Althea asked.

"None, you're world's back on track." DM explained.

"Wow…" Althea nodded her head. "You know you're probably the most boring Scion I know."

DM's face went blank and another explosion came from the triplet's room.

"See ya!" Althea said as she ran back up stairs.

Meanwhile in Bayville the Turtles were indeed enjoying a nice pizza with Kwame and Ma-ti. Or at least they were trying to, but rather troublesome Duncan Matthews and members of the FoH were trying to cause trouble.

"You know the only reason this place serves freaks is because the owner's son is one of you slimy bastards." Duncan sneered, but the group ignored him.

"Hey, yo Kwame, tell me what it's like in Africa; there really as much hot air as there is here?" Raphael slyly mocked Duncan.

"Kwame tried to hide his laugh but nodded as he swallowed, "Less I think, the plains of Kenya do have many cool breezes."

"Cool." Raph said, "Hey Master Splinter, we should visit sometime, don't you think?"

Splinter silently placed his single slice of pizza on his plate before he spoke. "I believe we should see many parts of the world. I have kept you hidden for far too long, and we must now become apart of the surface as well as the shadows."

"All right, we need to definitely hit some Canadian powder then." Mikey cheered.

"Oh and we need to see some famous German engineering." Donatello smiled.

"Master…" Leonardo said, "What about… Japan?"

Splinter remained silent and even the Planeteers could tell that Leonardo had hit a chord.

"In time my sons, we will visit my Masters homeland, but for now let us enjoy this meal with our new human friends." Splinter bowed his head.

"Humans, you mean you two aren't muties?" Duncan had over heard, "What a bunch of mutie-lovers."

"You should not speak ill of people simply based on appearance." Kwame said sternly, he was tired of hearing Duncan's endless strings of insults.

"It's not the looks, they're a menace!" Duncan snapped. "I actually used to date one before we knew they existed and you know what, not only do they cause millions in damage but her freaky stegosaurs friends killed a friend of mine!"

"And the fact that they've save the world's ass every other weekend doesn't count for anything, huh?" Raphael snorted. "Typical."

"Oh you want to join the conversation now freak? Tell me, what's your power; being a loud mouth?" Duncan growled.

"SILENCE!" Splinter shouted, Duncan snapped his attention to the elder rat. "Your hatred will consume you, if you are not careful, now please let us finish our meal in peace."

"Why should I you freaky-rat." Duncan snapped as he went to pull Splinter from his seat, but instead found himself on the floor, looking up at a blind man with a cane.

"Sorry I am late." Blind Master said as he walked over the downed Duncan. "I hope you left some of that Hawaiian pizza for me Michelangelo."

"Sure did! I even have a second one on the way." Mikey laughed. "Good trip by the way."

"Ah, welcome Gabriel." Splinter bowed his head, as Blind Master bowed his in return. "I was wondering what kept you."

"Yes, I apologize about that, but there were some hooligans trying to mug a young lady just down the street." Blind Master said, "But I see you have now met our 'dear' Duncan Matthews."

"That's the guy?" Raphael sneered at Duncan, who was just getting to his feet. "That's the looser?"

"That would be him." Blind Master nodded.

"Shut up you old man…" Duncan said out of breath. "Think you're so tough. Come on." Duncan put up his arms in a boxing ready stance, but the Turtles only laughed and pointed behind him.

When Duncan turned around he saw three men in very odd clothing. One wore a green set of what appeared to be revolutionary times clothing; a tall pale man in brown who wore an early 1930's gangster outfit and a short squat man dressed in a red zoot suit.

"What the?" Duncan asked in confusion.

"Remember me, Duncan?" The one in green asked in a familiar voice. The man's eyes then became pure cyan as his form became a large green robe and his hands and legs disappeared.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Duncan screamed as he recognized the spirit that had tortured him earlier.

"Boss, can I tell him?" The short squat man was now a short squat ghost.

Duncan continued to scream as he tried to hide behind his friends who were also screaming.

"Go ahead." Wraith said.

"Hey, check this Matthews; September 27th 2029." Cardinal laughed.

"I don't know what that means…" Duncan had wet his pants, "But you freaks are just too much!" Duncan and his crew immediately jumped through the window behind them and ran off screaming into the night, while Spaz placed packets of LSD into their bags and coats they had left behind.

"Wow…" Raphael chuckled. "That was something else."

"Heh, yeah." Wraith smiled. "We were just on the way to check out my property when Spaz saw him through the window and I just couldn't resist. Mind if we join you?"

"Of course you can join us." Blind Master chuckled. "Just tell me what that whole date thing was about."

"Scion of Death here." Wraith said dryly. "Take a guess."

Meanwhile at Wraith's new property a group of zombies and vampires was busy building an entire underground club. Their construction however was halted when a group of young men in suits and ties, carrying bibles came up to them and began to preach of the unholy usage of night clubs.

"Someone get that little blue ghost out here!" The vampire foreman shouted. Almost immediately L.B. materialized next to him. "Hey, you we got religious nuts bothering our guys, care to get rid of them?"

"It'd be my pleasure." L.B. cackled as he approached the group and took a human form of a young man of thirteen with blue dyed hair and a pale complexion.

"I know the path you go down." The lead religious man said. "My friends and I once traveled that path and then we let Jesus into our hearts."

"Really?" L:.B. asked, "Well I guess I went about that the wrong way then."

"Excuse me?" The leader asked.

"Yeah, see I took Jesus' heart…" L.B. held up a pulsing heart as he warped back to his ghostly self.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!" One of the guys shrieked. "BUCK! WE JUST CAN'T ESCAPE THESE GUYS!" The entire religious group ran screaming down the street and left a very confused L.B. blinking and wondering how he scared them so quickly.