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
Acceptance
"So…" Gecko looked around Psyche-Out's new (and newly enlarged) office. "What're we doing?"
"We're here to talk about acceptance." Perfection smiled, he and the interLOAFERs had returned for their scheduled meetings. "But this is just a general weekly forum that all groups can use to talk about any problems with out any fear of repercussion or concussion."
"Damn…" Tabitha cursed as she shrunk a few time bombs down.
"Ok." Gecko rolled his eyes and noticed something weird. "Kirby's trying to eat the lights."
"Yeah…" DM sighed, "I better get him back home…"
"OH!" Wraith popped up, "I'll do it, let me!"
"NO!" DM chided, "Popstar has seen enough of your ugly mug to last them a dozen lifetimes…"
Wraith grumbled but sat down, just as DM vanished with Kirby and Psyche-Out came in.
"So, no DM?" Psyche-Out looked strangely hopeful.
"Sorry." DM popped back into his chair, "Had to take Kirby home."
"About time." Wanda huffed, "If he had stolen anymore of my bras I'd have hex him into oblivion."
"Kirby and… bras?" Perfection looked momentarily confused.
"Hey, Psyche-Out, hows the Ape-Guy we found doing?" Pyro asked.
"Well, he's doing fine, but he's pretty far gone." Psyche-Out said. "Keeps calling himself 'Optimus' and trying to 'Maximize', whatever that is." He didn't notice the worried glance that the interLOAFER's gave each other.
"Yeah, he's crazy." Larry said, as he received several raised eyebrows. "Hey when you have to sleep a room over from him, then you can judge me."
"You know, I don't know why you guys are doing this to me, I already accepted what happened to me." Gecko sighed, as he tried to divert the conversation away from the other mutate.
"Accepting what happened is easy." Perfection said as the area around him morphed into a Chinese temple and he grew a full Manchu mustache. "Accepting what you are is the difficult part."
"Hey!" Jubilee and Gi shouted, "That's offensive."
"I thought it was funny." Roberto smirked.
"He's been watching that guy on Comedy Central again, hasn't he?" Ororo groaned.
"'Fraid so." Wanda nodded. "It's like heroin or something."
"I gotta have my fix man…" Perfection morphed into a junkie like form and injected a vial of "100 Pure Comedy" into his arm.
"You know, I'm part mischief god, and I ain't even finding this funny." Stanley said.
"Blame me." Pietro groaned, "I got our coffee's confused this morning…"
"OH GOD!" Althea threw her arms up in defeat. "Pietro, how could you confuse his coffee cup for yours?"
"They look similar…" Pietro blushed.
"Perfection does not use a chalice that my sisters stole from Doctor Doom for his coffee." Althea growled.
"Yech…" Perfection blanched, "Gold warps the taste of coffee."
"Wait…" Shipwreck put a few things together. "He was here this morning."
"Yes." Wanda nodded. "He came back last night."
A second of silence passed before Shipwreck lunged at Perfection.
"I thought we were over this man?" Perfection leapt behind Wanda as several X-Men and Misfits held Shipwreck back.
"Well obviously Shipwreck has some remaining concerns about your age compared to Wanda's." Psyche-Out observed.
"Well, to be fair if anything so are we…" Wraith said. "I mean seriously, he's an almost complete retard, and we just want to make sure he's not being taken advantage of."
"WHAT?" Wanda roared in anger, "How dare you…"
"Death…" Wraith warned her.
Wanda could only growl.
"Did Wraith just call me retarded?" Perfection asked.
"To be fair…" DM said. "You're last I.Q. Test came a little on the low side."
"How low?" Perfection asked.
"Two." DM said.
"Two hundred you mean." Perfection corrected.
"No, just two." DM said
Perfection's face remained blank for a few seconds before his skull spontaneously grew to the size of a beach ball. "Care to compare I.Q.'s now Doctor Scratchnsniff?"
"Remind me to blow up a forest some where…" DM said to Wraith.
"Got just the one for ya." Wraith smiled back.
"Hey, I may not be the smartest guy in all he universes, but at least I got character." Perfection said indignantly.
"As clichéd and unoriginal as that character is, yes you do have character I'll admit that." Wraith rolled his eyes.
"Look who's talking, Mr. Angsty-Death-I'm-so-sad-everyone-look-at-me!" Perfection shot back.
"You know I'm sensing some underlying hostility here…" Psyche-Out started.
"SHUT-UP!" Wraith and Perfection's faces contorted to a demonic look.
"Shutting up." Psyche-Out sat back down as DM laughed.
"What are you laughing at you power brandishing psycho!" Perfection shot off, "If it wasn't for you most of our friends would still have jobs!"
"Oh come on!" DM defended himself, "I may blow up a few buildings, but at least I don't drive every living thing with in a five mile radius insane!"
"Oh, low blow…" Todd commented.
"Yeah, well at least he manages to keep the terrain in one piece!" Wraith snapped.
"Oh don't get on me about terrain…" DM growled.
The arguments went on for an hour before Wanda had enough and sent each of the three Scions on a one way trip to the wall. It then took another hour to get the three friends to even speak to each other, which resulted in Perfection multiplying himself millions of times over in his attempt to make his own "hand across the world" video. Incidentally this line went straight through the Kingpin's office, right through Doctor Dooms Lab and somehow managed to weave its way into Cobra base 4,673. As a strange side not the Cobra Soldiers in base number 4,673 were so preoccupied with Martha Stewart's newest show that they completely ignored the multiple Perfections that were spread through out their base.
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A few hours later Gecko was eating in the commissary with Pietro, Lance and Todd. He was sharing with them his decision to move in with the Turtles, at least until his family was found.
"I mean, don't get me wrong guys, the JOES are great, but Shredder's not their focus." Gecko said. "And if I'm going to find my mom and dad, I gotta focus on him."
"Hey, don't sweat it," Lance shrugged. "You're always welcome here, so its no biggy."
"Yeah, and look at it this way, yo, now you can join our club!" Todd smiled.
"Oh god…" Lance groaned.
"What club?" Gecko asked.
"Mutants Against Dastardly Experiments and Abominations." Todd nodded.
Gecko thought for a moment then laughed. "You're club is called M.A.D.E.A.?"
"What?" Todd said in his defense. "All the good anagrams were taken by Pietro's multitude of clubs, all of which focus on despising Spyke."
"Who?" Gecko asked.
"Bad news mutant." Lance said. "Killed Guy Spears and pissed all of his former friends in the X-Men off, not to mention took advantage of the Scions."
"I thought he was innocent." Gecko said.
"He was declared innocent after a completely insane trial." Todd said, "But he did it."
"Wow… " Gecko said. "So he's your enemy now?"
"Yeah, Perfection said he's with the HellFire Club." Lance sneered, "And trust me that's not a group you want to encounter."
"Yikes…" Gecko looked at one of five watches on his arm. "I gotta go!"
"All right, see ya man." Pietro smiled as his friend hit a button on the watch on his other arm and vanished.
"Think we should tell him about the Morlocks?" Todd asked.
"I'm pretty sure the Turtles will explain it too him." Lance said. "Now if you'll excuse me I have to go call Kitty."
"Told ya it wasn't for good." Todd smiled as Pietro begrudgingly handed him a wad of cash.
