I literally did this in one day. Because I figured I needed to give my dear lkcsi something to hopefully laugh over. She deserves something nice. But I can only provide her with blocks of text, so... this is pretty much some of the best I can give. All things considering... I'm happy. It's not bad. I think it turned out pretty fucking hilarious considering I wrote a good 3152 words in a couple hours.

Now then... Jason. I meant to say something to you last chapter and completely forgot. Oops. Anyway, glad to have you on board, bud. You know, I want a picture for this, but let's face it, I would not be able to draw Propeller in a dress! Or anything else that happens in this story with significance that would deserve a picture to be made off it. And I agree, there isn't enough SK fanfics in this world. Luckily we got good long ones, but... Hey, I'll be writing way more SK still, if that helps. I just need to figure out what. I've got 4700 words on a story about them in a more modern time going on magical adventures in a manner that's highly reminiscent of Persona that I'm becoming quite fond of. It's not as terrible as it sounds, trust me...

"Plaguey, I'm fine," Mona said quietly, gently petting his head in an attempt to get him to calm down.

"Then why did you faint?" Plague Knight asked as he weakly hugged her.

"I can't say for sure. But I do know that whatever it was, it's probably not going to happen again. If it does, then we worry."

"Would you be worried if I passed out?"

"Well, yes, of course."

"Hee, good, good, that's good… because I'm tired. I'm not saying you're heavy, but… you're heavy." With this, the small alchemist collapsed.

"Plaguey!" Mona yelled, scrambling to catch him. She sighed. "Ah shit."

"Are you ready?!" Albrecht yelled.

"I… I kinda feel bad about this," a random crew member muttered just loud enough for the second in command to hear.

"Well, you'd better squash those feelings because we are saving him and we are not doing it diplomatically!" Albrecht yelled.

The random member of the Flying Machine turned to another random member and asked, "And the Enchantress doesn't stop all this infighting because… what now?" In response, he received a shrug.

"Are you done?" Albrecht asked slowly.

"I suppose," the random member muttered.

"Then we are out of here! We have wasted too much time already!" The shout earned a couple confused and only partly enthusiastic cheers.

"He isn't going anywhere!" The unnamed man said, exasperated.

"I don't care!"

"Gods, have you two been dating behind our backs?" The random man asked. "Is that why you're acting like this?"

"A: No," Albrecht replied. "B: That's none of your business anyway! C: I can be protective of him if I choose to be! D: Would you stop arguing with me?!"

"Nah, that'd take all of the fun out of it," the random man said. He flinched when Albrecht fixed him with a glare that nearly made him have a heart attack out of fear. "Righto, let's go get the captain."

"Thank you," Albrecht growled.

"Anything to keep you from killing me."

"I hope you realize you are going to die painfully when my crew finds me," Propeller Knight said to King Knight as they wandered their way to dinner.

"Nah, I'll be fine," King Knight replied, confidently smacking his chest plate.

"No, you will not," Propeller Knight informed him darkly.

"Right, sure," King Knight laughed.

"The second Albrecht gets here…"

"Right, right, he'll slice me in half or whatever. That'll never happen. My armor is much too strong! He'll never even dent it!"

Propeller Knight frowned and punched his kidnapper. The protective metal bent inwards upon impact.

King Knight looked at the damage in confusion. "It appears you have found a weak spot. Thank you; I shall have that buffed out soon enough. Uh, are you alright?"

Propeller Knight was on the floor, curled up in a ball as he cried because he just punched something very hard, and consequently likely at least fractured a couple bones. "No, I am not alright!" He shouted. "I think I've broken my hand!"

"You were just begging for that, weren't you?" King Knight questioned, seemingly unconcerned. "Come on, up, you're getting your dress dirty."

"I don't care!" Propeller Knight cried. "Where's my crew, I want my friends!"

King Knight sighed. "Oh boy, here we go."

Enchantress' log: Entry 713178247192375483294isdhaknclkaenrgnaerj: (maybe if I start banging my head against a wall for a couple hours every day, I'll stop this nonsense)

You know, I'm honestly disappointed in Specter. He didn't opt to fuck with anyone; he just gave away the information without a price or hassle! What a waste.

I suppose I should just get over it, but dammit I wanted to see that. Being immortal isn't all it's cracked up to be if there isn't anything interesting happening around you.

And on that note… They didn't even fight dammit! Even in the alternate timeline, where they just sat around and bickered for a solid three minutes before Specter showed up and the paths seemingly merged back into one! I was hoping for some blood, but that stupid Hoverhaft couldn't be bothered to so much as nick Plague before flying off, the asshole. And now he aims to retrieve his boss and end this madness. Then what will I do? Watch Plague? Please, he's not going to want to drag himself out of bed after that disaster!

Ugh, I hate actively trying to create my own fun; I think I killed off my imagination a while ago.

"I'm going to kill you all!" Albrecht announced arbitrarily as he burst through a wall, the destruction of which completely drowning out his words. Soon, the rest of the Flying Machine's crew appeared, albeit at a slightly slower pace.

"Do you actually know where he is?" The random crew member from earlier asked.

"Not a clue," Albrecht admitted.

"So let me get this straight… we just busted down a wall and likely alerted the whole castle… And you don't even know where he might be?! This gives King Knight plenty of time to run away with Propeller Knight in tow, who will likely not think that it's us!"

Albrecht was silent for a moment before yelling, "Oh fuck me! Everyone, split up and tear this place apart! Quickly, at that! Kill everyone but the captain!"

"And what if a knocked down wall falls on the boss? Or someone accidentally kills the boss while chopped up guards?"

"Would you shut up?"

"No, I think I'm the voice of reason here."

"You're annoying, that's what you are."

"Says the person who isn't thinking."

"Shut up, I'm worried!"

"Geez…"

Albrecht frowned and flew away, ignoring the other Hoverhaft that followed behind him.

"They aren't broken?" Propeller Knight asked. "They feel like it."

"Not in the slightest," answered the castle's doctor. "They're perfectly fine."

Propeller Knight sighed, relieved.

Suddenly, the door burst open. The panicked guard yelled, "Sir, there's an entire army slaughtering us!"

"What? Who?" King Knight demanded.

"It's the-" The man was cut off when his head became detached from the rest of his body.

"Flying Machine's crew," Propeller Knight finished the man's sentence calmly, ignoring the blood that flew from the corpse.

Albrecht landed to the side of the body, staring King Knight down. "King Knight," he muttered coldly.

King Knight opened his mouth to respond, but then paused. "I don't remember your name, actually."

"It's Albrecht, you dunce," Propeller Knight informed him.

Albrecht reacted swiftly, and Propeller Knight found a halberd leveled at his neck. "How did you know that?"

"You can't figure it out from my not at all girly voice?"

Albrecht stared at him for a second before nearly dropping his halberd in surprise. "Oh dear gods, what the hell?! Okay, who's the asshole? King Knight's the asshole, right?!"

Propeller Knight nodded. "King Knight is the asshole."

Albrecht smiled cruelly. "Oh, I am going to enjoy killing him…"

"And I'm going to enjoy watching! Speaking of him, where is the little bastard?"

The two friends glanced about the room, and only found a cowering doctor.

"Well shit!" Albrecht snarled.

Propeller Knight shrugged. "It'll be fine, he can't get too far. He certainly isn't getting far in that armor."

"True," Albrecht agreed.

"Can we go get my stuff now? I really don't want to keep wearing this awkwardness."

Albrecht looked at the dress and took a second to take it in. "Yeah, let's… let's… are those fake breasts?"

Propeller Knight looked down, having forgotten that aspect of his attire. "That they are!"

"Dear gods, please remove those. That's distracting."

Propeller Knight shook his head. "Can't, sorry. Part of the dress, you see."

"And you can't just remove the dress?"

"Do you know how awkward it would be to wander about in my underwear in front of my whole crew?"

"Would you rather face them wearing heavy makeup and that?"

Propeller Knight shook his head. "I suppose not." He quickly tried to remove the attire, but stopped after a couple minutes of struggling. He sighed. "I hate dresses."

Albrecht realized what was wrong immediately and asked "Need some help?"

Propeller Knight sagged somewhat as he said, "…Yes."

Mitzi blinked. "Wait… you aren't joining the raid?"

Specter Knight shrugged. "Yeah. I don't want King Knight on my ass about anything. That's a bit too much of chore for me given recent events. So I just won't let him know I was involved. I'll just show up later to collect the spirits of the inevitable mass of deceased."

Mitzi nodded slowly. "Right okay."

"You sound confused," Specter Knight noted.

"I think I am?"

"Lovely. Come now, we have work to do."

Propeller Knight stomped on the dress that he had thrown on the ground. "And stay there," he commanded.

"You really hate that thing, huh?" Albrecht muttered as he watched his friend.

"I only had to deal with it for a little over a day, but oh you have no clue how much I despise this overly elaborate piece of cloth."

Albrecht snickered. "I think I have a pretty good idea."

"Right, can we go get my clothes now? It's cold here. I never realized just how bad a draft this castle has until now."

"That may be because of the new gaping hole in the wall."

"Albrecht?"

"Yes?"

"Why, pray tell, would there be a gaping hole in the wall?"

"I wanted to find you and get you out now rather than the month or two it would surely take through negotiations. So… I kinda busted down a wall in the north wing."

Albrecht was fully expecting to get badgered about destroying the base of someone who they were supposed to call 'ally.' Instead, he got a surprise hug.

"There is a reason you are my best friend, and that is it!" Propeller Knight wailed.

Albrecht was unsure of quite how to deal with the crying Frenchman, and settled for gently patting his back.

Many of Propeller Knight's crew had realized that their boss had been found and had gathered outside the room.

"It was only a day!" The random Hoverhaft yelled, exasperated. "You know what? Fuck it, I give up!"

"Shall we go find your stuff now?" Albrecht suggested as his boss pulled himself away.

"Yes, let's. Although I think we need to find King Knight first."

Albrecht looked to the troops. "I think you know what you need to do," he told them, to which they all nodded and flew away. "And now… we wait."

"King Knight was fucking loaded," Mona commented to herself as she once again stopped counting the coins Plague Knight had brought back with him from when he raided Pridemoor Keep so she could look at the massive pile of money laid out before her in a surprisingly carefully organized system. Thus far, she had counted 30,000 in coins, and that wasn't including the jewels of unknown value and what she had already counted that she left back in the Potionarium, which was around 10,000 coins, again, without the gems. "I swear, he has more money than Treasure Knight. And that is seriously saying something."

She again reached into Plague Knight's infinite pouch and this time grabbed a hold of a large sack. Confused, she pulled it out and looked inside.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," she muttered upon seeing its contents.

"Got him!" The random Hoverhaft announced as they returned to where Propeller Knight waited, dragging King Knight behind.

"Good," Propeller Knight purred. "Now then, Kingy… where is my shit?"

"I should hope in a toilet," King Knight replied, crossing his arms.

"You know what I mean," Propeller Knight growled. Albrecht held up his halberd, silently threatening the usurper.

"I know, I know," King Knight muttered. "Alright, fine, it's probably with Plague Knight."

"Plague Knight? Probably?" Propeller Knight questioned.

"He raided the treasury, it's not my fault," King Knight huffed.

"You were keeping my stuff with your money?"

"Yeah, I abducted you; doesn't mean I'd punish you by getting rid of your shit as well. But of course, that whole room's empty now, so either Plague Knight took it, or he picked it up and moved it to another room for shits and giggles. And frankly, I wouldn't put it past him."

"Yeah, me neither," Propeller Knight agreed. He groaned. "Great, now I have to go on a walk through the forest in my underwear."

"We could airlift you," Albrecht suggested.

"And risk getting spotted? Uh, no thank you."

Albrecht shrugged. "Suit yourself. Let's get going then. Otherwise it'll be past midnight before we get there."

"Wait, you're seriously just going to leave?!" King Knight yelled as the army walked away.

"Yep," Propeller Knight replied.

"You've destroyed the keep!"

"Indeed we did," Albrecht said.

"You kinda had it coming to you," Propeller Knight added.

King Knight silently stared at the retreating backs of the many French men and one German. He sighed.

"Plaguey…"

Plague Knight smiled at the thought that his partner enjoyed getting to call him that name.

"Come on, lazyass."

He briefly wondered how nice she was to other people; whenever he was in her presence, she only showed a real fondness for him, although it was veiled by that constant mask of indifference.

"Would you just wake up?"

Okay, now she was sounding a tad annoyed.

"Do not make me roll you off your bed."

Plague Knight dared to crack open an eye.

"Finally…"

Mona stood over him, holding…

"Is that Propeller Knight's helmet?" Plague Knight asked groggily, trying to wake up and failing miserably. "Why do you have that?"

Mona glanced at the helmet in her hands. "You know, I was asking myself the same thing. And then I figured I could just ask you."

Plague Knight rolled over, curling into a ball. "Not a clue."

"Oh really? I found it in your bag while counting the money you stole from King Knight."

"Why does that sound accusing?"

"I'm not accusing you of anything, Plaguey."

"Sounds like you are. I swear to you… I did not steal the clothing of a tall, annoying French guy."

"Plaguey, I'm pretty sure he only has one of these helmets. He's going to come looking for it if he gets any idea that it's here."

Plague Knight bolted upwards, his voice filled with dread as he said, "And that means the return of him."

"Him?" Mona questioned.

Plague Knight quickly gave her the short version of what happened while she was unconscious.

"Oh," Mona muttered. She poked him in the side. "Don't tell me you're scared of him now. You could have taken him if it weren't for me dragging you down."

"Maybe, but… he did kinda destroy the lab and kill half of our workers. And blew a hole in the wall."

"True…"

"There's a hole in the side of the Explodatorium," Propeller Knight noted as he stared at the building, of which was still half a mile away.

"Yeah, that's, uh… that's my work," Albrecht admitted.

"Geez, apparently I need to keep you on a leash," Propeller Knight teased.

Albrecht turned his head away from his companion indignantly. "Oh, shush, do you know what he could do to you?"

Propeller Knight cocked his head to side as he thought before finally proclaiming, "I always saw him as harmless. Crazy, but ultimately can't hurt you that much."

"And I see him as a psychopath who cuts animals open when he's bored," Albrecht replied.

Propeller Knight shook his head. "He can't be a psychopath; he doesn't come off as trustworthy, or charming, or any of that."

Albrecht frowned. "When did you learn anything about psychology?"

Propeller Knight grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "I didn't. I just heard one of the crew talking about it one day."

"Lovely. I still see him as sociopath," Albrecht informed him.

"I thought you said you saw him as a psychopath?" Propeller Knight questioned.

Albrecht nodded slowly. "Yeah, is there a difference?"

"As a matter of fact, there is," Propeller Knight said.

Albrecht gently shoved his superior, saying, "Oh fuck off, you hardly know any more than me."

Propeller Knight grinned. "Maybe not, but I am still beating you at this little game, am I not?"

"Who cares? It's not like I get anything if I win."

"Besides satisfaction?"

"Besides satisfaction."

"Mona, are you sure about this?" Plague Knight asked.

"Of course not!" She replied with a borderline evil grin on her face.

"Won't it break the helmet?"

"Maybe! Let's find out!"

"You are truly nuts," Plague Knight commented. "Luckily for you, I'm quite fond of nuts."

"Oh, are you now?" Mona questioned with a teasing grin.

Plague Knight let out a sigh mixed with a laugh. "Wrong nuts."

"I know; I just couldn't resist. Ready?"

"You're the one manning it. I'm just watching."

"Well, then are you ready to watch something hopefully incredible?"

"You got it set to the little dots in the distance?"

"Yep."

"Are you sure the German won't freak out and try to slash it in half?"

"Then it's their loss."

"I just get the worst feeling they're going to blame us for this."

"Oh, they probably will."

"That's not reassuring."

"Since when have I been reassuring?"

"Good point. Fire!"

Mona fired the cannon, the ammo of which was the sack containing Propeller Knight's clothes and helmet.

"This is going to end so badly…" Plague Knight commented as he watched the projectile arc through the sky.

"IS THAT A SACK!?" Propeller Knight yelled in shock and fear.

Albrecht cringed. "I think it is, now quiet down, would you?"

"It's coming for us," Propeller Knight noted, suddenly calm.

"Yeah, give me a second."

Albrecht took to the sky, catching the bag midair. On his way down, he opened it up and discovered Propeller Knight's missing equipment.

He tossed the sack at his boss as he landed.

"My stuff!" Propeller Knight shouted. "I'm surprised they bothered to just give it back before I even got there."

"Maybe they caught wind that you were coming in only your underwear and some ridiculous makeup."

"I suppose I wouldn't be surprised."

"Can you just get dressed now?"

"What, do you not like my current attire?"

"It is ridiculous and degrading for a man of your stature."

"Hm, that is true."

Plague Knight sighed. "They're coming here anyway."

"Did you think they wouldn't?"

"Wasn't that the whole point of sending his gear flying?"

"Yeah, I suppose it was."

Propeller Knight and Albrecht flew through the hole in the wall and landed gracefully.

"I'm not sure whether to thank you or slap you for flinging my stuff through the air," Propeller Knight said in greeting.

"As long as you don't impale me," Plague Knight replied.

"Then I suppose I should just thank you and be done with it. Merci, my friend."

"De rien. Now please go. I'm tired."

"Very well then. Goodbye, my lovelies."

Propeller Knight took off, Albrecht following soon after.

"Did he just call us lovelies?" Mona asked.

"I think he did."

I hope this did something to brighten your day, dear lkcsi, if not at least get you to crack an amused grin in the vague direction of at least one of the surprisingly graceful comebacks I managed to write.

Anyway, that's all, though. I'll be writing something new... eventually. I'm not wholly sure if I'm going to remain on the story I currently have titled 'Other World' because I'm not creative.