Author's Note: Google Translate will be your friend this chapter.

"Hey guys, could you just.. put me in the closet for tonight? Just lock it up and don't let me out until morning?" Michael asked.

The other's reactions were.. violent, to say the least. "Fuck no!" Noah shouted.

"Why the hell do you want us to do that?" Caught queried.

"Michael, come on. Nobody here would ever want to do that to you. It's not about our safety, it's about yours, and we don't want you suffering." Tim consoled.

Michael's face grew sad. "I tried to protect you. He's going to get out tonight. He wants to do.. horrible things to you guys. I tried," was all he managed to choke out. "I tried."

In the end, the others refused to lock Michael in. So against their wishes, he did it anyway.

Immediately, Patrick came to the forefront.

The first victim he went after was Caught.

"Open the door, Caught. Please." Patrick asked in Michael's sad voice.

"I'm fuckin' tired as shit, get Tim to do it for you." Caught grumbled.

"Tim? You wanna open the door?" Caught snarked. "Nah, I'm good, got a nice book here, maybe Noah will." Tim replied.

Noah's response was snoring. Evan was play-fighting with him and had 'accidentally' fallen asleep on his chest. The two were snoring in unison.

Patrick saw it through the crack in the door. Now he was pissed. "Open the door." he ordered.

He began to pound on the door and a shoe was thrown at the door by Caught. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, PATRICK." Caught yelled.

Evan's eyes opened briefly. "Don't make me duct tape your mouth, Patrick." he warned.

He immediately regretted it, because Patrick's response was "I'd be more than happy to oblige, Evan dear."

This continued. Various phrases from Patrick said to Evan that night: "I wish I knew how to quit you," (Evan's reply: "Fuck off.") "Evan, why don't you hold me like that?" ("Because you'd probably stab me, you creep.") "Sooo.. I'm not saying threesome but threesome?" ("God, no. I am not having a demon threesome tonight.") and even "Let me kiss you and I won't stab you that badly." ("Hell no.")

Eventually, these turned to insults pointed towards the still-awake Noah. Two were in fluent French: "Fous le camps et morte, Noah!" and "Vous avez plein de merde."

Noah remembered a decent amount of French from college. So he began to reply. "Va te faire foutre, vous enculé!" he shouted at the door.

"Me faut retourner à la pute qui m'a accouchée, morceau de merde!" was what Patrick yelled back.

And then the exchanges grew even longer.

"D'accord, tu veut aller comme ca eh? T'es trops stupid pour meme comprendre ce que je dit!" Patrick shouted. "T'es nul." Noah spat.

"Sais-tu combien de temps ta mère prend pour chier? Neuf mois!" Patrick parried.

"Ta mere suce le penis d'animaux pour l'argent." Noah deadpanned.

Caught awoke to a flurry of French fuck-yous shouted from across the room.

He was half-awake, half-asleep, and when he spoke it was a different Caught at the forefront.

"Σκάσε!" he roared, in fluent Greek.

It was loud enough to shut the other two up. Things got really quiet after that.

Author's Note: Rule of thumb is that any chapter title with an exclamation point at the end is usually a shenanigans chapter. There will only be one exception to this throughout the fic.

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