Inter-LOAFERS: Dance-Dance-Feva!

By Xenomorph666

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Universe: Misfit-Verse

On the horizon

"So." Lance sat in the X-Men's lounge across from Kitty; Peter was on a couch parallel to them. "What now?"

"I advise, making a permanent decision." Wraith said as he walked by. "Clotho's on the verge of making Voodoo dolls of you three. Anyway, get to the Danger Room."

"Why?" Peter immediately snapped to attention.

"Just do it." Wraith narrowed his eyes; the teenagers immediately shifted uncomfortably and then did as he said.

Wraith watched them as the three got into a hidden elevator, almost immediately the three started to bicker. He almost laughed, but his mood was dire and soon so would everyone else's. He descended through the floorboards; thoughts of what would happen to this world flitted through his mind. Thoughts of the children in this world and what might if… No, when the Heartless appeared, how could they fight. Would they survive or would they perish. These answers he couldn't see, the darkness had obscured his visions and destroyed the many plans. He despised this strange lack of control; he always despised lack of control.

Then his thoughts shifted to Astral, he wasn't a cowardly person and anyone who would be dumb enough to assume that would easily obtain a thorough beating. However, Astral was not a thinker like most of the other Scions and having to watch his allies fight in his stead usually terrified him. Wraith knew this, not because he had read it on the Scion's soul, but rather in his actions. Whoever Astral would bring would have to be equally as tough.

His thoughts were interrupted.

"Waith…" Barney was tugging at the ghost's robes.

"Go sit with your father." Wraith handed him back to Shipwreck. "They shouldn't be here."

"Astral said everyone needs to hear this, including the babies." Althea piped up.

Wraith let a grim smile and a dark laugh pass. "Spaz, Cardinal, take the babies upstairs." Wraith's friends materialized and held their arms out with a rather grim look on their faces. When they were fully out of the room Shipwreck, Xavier and Logan all glared at the Scion.

"What's going on?" Xavier asked.

"Something bad." Hawk muttered, "Really bad."

"Hawk?" Shipwreck turned to his CO.

"Don't get angry at him for not telling you." Wraith said as he warped a field of air into a strange viewing screen The screen was pitch black save for the random yellow orbs that appeared. "Deep in the bowels of every universe there is a seal, a seal that Maven placed in order to block the travel of a dangerous enemy."

"Alteran unlocked ours didn't he?" Logan asked.

"Yes." Wraith said. "It will take a while for these creatures to seep into your universe, perhaps a few months or maybe a year. Maybe not even in your life time." The last part was a lie, and everyone knew it. "But they will come and they will do everything in their power to consume every last bit of light in this universe, most prominently the light in your hearts."

"Excuse me?" Hank blinked. "Our hearts?"

"Spiritual hearts," Wraith explained, "The part of your spirit that gives you your emotions. They crave the heart and they will seek to steal it from every last one of you."

"Including the babies?" Xavier asked.

"Especially the babies, the more pure the heart the more they will seek it." Wraith said grimly.

Not a word was spoken, but Shipwreck didn't need to speak to throw a punch. Still, punching a ghost would never rate high on anyone's list of smart things to do and he went sailing through the ghost, only to be caught by the specter's invisible hand.

"I will hide the babies when they come. I will steal them away into the single most secure spot I know." Wraith's eyes burned white as he spoke. "They will be safe."

"And what about the other kids?" Logan asked. "Not all of them can fight."

"They'll be safe. We're bringing in heroes from other worlds to help. We're even bringing back the Jedi." Wraith smirked.

"Oh god…" Hawk groaned.

"What other assurances will we have that they will remain safe?" Xavier clasped his hands together.

"I myself will resurrect five heroes who have previously fought the Heartless." Wraith said.

"Lot of good that will do us, you know since they probably got killed by them." Lance snapped.

"No." Wraith said, "They were not."

"Oh." Lance quitted down.

"That is not the only worry though…" Wraith began his long explanation of the Nobodies.

Meanwhile in Magneto's desert base the Master of Magnetism silently studied the video of Pyro's betrayal. He had been assured by Mastermind that Pyro was still loyal, yet he betrayed them for a single human. A human he didn't even know.

"Sabertooth." Magneto beckoned his henchman.

"Yeah?" The large mutant asked as he looked up from his disproportionate desk, which looked as if it were kept by a person stricken with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

"How goes the construction of Genosha?"

"Uh…" Sabertooth looked over his papers quickly. "Everything looks in order, but we've found an old Cobra experiment site."

"No surprising." Magneto mused. "Pick up a rock and something associated with their lamed organization will most definitely come crawling out."

"Yeah, well we also found this really, really weird big ass seal." Sabertooth said. "Apparently it just appeared over night."

Magneto remained silent for a few seconds more. "Seal it off permanently; we can't risk it being one of those Scion's tricks."

"All right." Sabertooth checked a few boxes off on some paperwork. "Wears Mastermind, don't you usually tell him to do this stuff?"

"Mastermind is currently occupied with a rather important mission." Magneto sneered. "As is Cortez."

"Ok." Sabertooth shrugged. "Got anything for me to do?"

Magneto walked over to a door. "Make sure Plunder and his so called Anti-Planeteers are holding up to their end of the bargain."

"Ok…" Sabertooth nodded. "Say boss, I thought you wanted to get rid of them."

"I would if I could Sabertooth." Magneto sighed, "However when I recently consulted a certain clairvoyant she made it perfectly clear that the course of our world will not only be steered by these new groups, but may actually benefit from them being here."

"Huh." Sabertooth smiled. "Imagine that."

In New York the look the Shredder had on his face would have been enough to frighten even Captain Pollution into standing at attention. He had just discovered that one of his underlings not only made off with a significant amount of mutagen, money and secret information but she had also taken with her several specially designed armors. Armors hat he had ordered from Baxter Stockman.

"She will pay or this insolence!" Shredder roared in anger. "Blight will pay!"

"You want us to find her boss?" Rocksteady grinned evilly.

"And make her hurt?" Bebop added.

"No. I have a more important mission for you two." Shredder temporarily held his anger in check. "I need you to acquire some sensitive DNA samples."

"Sure, no problem boss." Rocksteady sharpened his bowie knife. "Where they at?"

"Your old home…" Shredder grinned behind his mask. "See Mr. Sinister for the list. Oblige any special requests he might have."

"Okay boss." Bebop said as he grabbed his own specially made lab coat and switched it for his favorite vest. "Anything else?"

Shredder thought for a moment. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to remind the X-Men or Misfits that we are not to be taken lightly."

Rocksteady and Bebop just smiled at each other and gave each other a simultaneous thumb up. Then Shredder turned to Tatsu, his most trusted of underlings.

"Tatsu to you I entrust the mission of retrieving my armor. If you find Blight, do not harm her just yet, I wish to handle her myself." Shredder's eyes tightened with anger. "Now leave me, all of you, I must contact Cobra Commander, he will want to know of the loss of his investment."

As Tatsu and the two mutants left, the human could not help but wonder about his master's methods. He knew Shredder had no respect for Cobra Commander as a criminal, but he could sense some begrudging response for the man. Perhaps it was the fact that Cobra Commander had managed to still remain a viable, if somewhat comical threat to the world, or maybe it was because the man was incredibly well organized. Either way, he could never understand his master's need to keep the bumbling fool up to date.

Cobra commander had just begun to relax after a long day of yelling at his minions when a communication came through. It was Oroku Saki. Strange, Cobra Commander hadn't expected another message this soon, let alone at all. He couldn't understand why the Ninja Master felt obliged to keep in contact.

"Yes Shredder, what is it?" Cobra Commander asked wearily.

"Dr. Blight has stolen nearly $40 Million dollars and the experimental armor suits you invested in." Shredder cut straight to the chase.

"Oh, that's it?" Cobra Commander sighed before the reality hit him. "Whose $40 million was it?"

"That would be the money Destro had delivered last week." Shredder sounded even less happy than when he learned that the Cobra Commander was a fan of mutant zodiacs.

Cobra Commander sighed, "Great, so where does this leave the armor development?"

"On delay, but their reacquisition is in progress, as for the money the company will make up the difference." Shredder assured the Commander.

"How?" Cobra Commander asked in confusion.

"We have our ways." Shredder smiled. "Again it's currently in progress."

"You know if half my employees had your drive and genius Cobra would be on top again." Cobra Commander sighed. "Thanks for the report, kill her slowly for me please."

"Oh believe me she will pay." Shredder growled, as the communication ended.

"Of course if half my employees where like him I'd be dead in five minutes." Cobra Commander shrugged. "Maybe a quarter like him…"