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
Ash writes
My name is Ash Williams, I'd tell you my full name but no one really cares. I'm repaiman at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Children, a boarding school of sort for mutant kids. I'm also one of the few people in existence who has been possessed by a Deadite and fought the unholy bugger off my soul. My life ain't normal, but it's my life. Besides most of the kids here ain't that bad, a little hyper and most definitely up there on the crazy list, but there no monsters like some people would have you believe.
Anyway, the Misfits popped over today while I was repairing the roof after Ororo had tried to blast Shipwreck and missed by a mile. You know if I kept count I bet most of the damage done around here is from those two misbegotten love birds from my own personal hell. It seems I'm always picking up a mess of theirs. Well, when they came over it turned out to not be the Misfits, instead it was a bunch of tiny Mask clones dressed up like cowboys, gangsters, knights, clowns and I could have sworn I saw one dressed like me. As it turned out these little clones were carrying a powerful magic tool called the McGuffin device that turn the imagination of anyone who holds it into reality. I was, of course, the first person to pick it up and ask the stupid question; "What the hell is this?"
I got my answer, because a split second later the floor board broke away and a very not so pretty undead version of yours truly popped up with a crazy grin. So we exchanged a few pleasantries, he grabbed his sword I got my trusty Alice (1) and we went at it. We crashed through a few walls, made a few dents in a few vehicles and almost killed Scott, got Logan to run away in sheer confusion and made Remy wet his pants.
Then the Misfits showed up and tried to grab the blasted device away from one of the little munchkin-Masks running amok all over the place, only to have the damned thing land in Rina's lap. That turned out to be bad thing as you might have guessed. It seems the walking temper tantrum has some nasty ideas floating through her head and it took the combined might of Wanda and Xi to get her to calm down. As for what she created, let's just say I'll never look at stuffed bunnies the same way ever again. Ever. Period. As in I don't want to talk about it.
Then as luck would have it the Squirt got the damned thing. Man Jamie needs help, thankfully most of his dream selves were capable of keeping it out of the hands of the demon hell spawn known as Trinity. Unfortunately it fell into the worst hands possible; Scott. It just further proved the kid has no real imagination as all that materialized was a version of him wearing blue glasses. And if it weren't for the fact that I was bust fighting an evil me, I would have blasted the imaginary Scott into next week, for asking the real one about how he cared for his car. Yeah, you read it right; they talked about their cars, for an hour.
To make it even worse the Scions showed up with all their insane powers I was sure they were just going to collapse everything back into that damn box, but they just stood there laughing like lunatics. That is until two of the mini-Masks started to argue about monkeys and pandas when a third one joined in with koalas. I honestly don't remember much after that, just the fact that I woke up next to Hanks covered in gravy.
(1): Ash calls his Chainsaw Alice. Why? Because I say so.
