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That's us in the story - our cosplay xD. Thanks Gwen!

No problem. This next one is going to be SICK! *hides in emo corner to draw obsessively.*

She's relatively normal, don't worry. Anyhoo, READ. I COMMAND THEE. Unless you don't want to, I mean in that case-

GET ON WITH IT, KATINA.

Ahem. Rude.

We had just finished decorating all of the neighbors yards and blasting people with silly string. Now we were headed to Angelina's house to terrify her to no end. As we paused about ten meters from her house, where she opened her door and gave four-year-olds candy, we tried to think of a more elaborate plan than just going "IMA FIRIN' MAH LAZAH!" and shooting her with our toy gun. While brainstorming, I couldn't help but notice a rather dense patch of trees beside us. Not a good place to be during a zombie invasion, I can tell you that much.

We heard a sound emit from it. A crash on dead leaves and soft talking. Our heads snapped to that direction and our chattering immediately died. "What was that?" Gwen whispered.

"I don't know," I answered. "Maybe it's a deer. Some live in there, you know!"

We sneaked up to a tiny opening in the trees in order to try to catch a glimpse. Something moved. "Hold this," I ordered, handing her our arsenal of used-up pranks. She took it and stepped back while I peered in.

At first, I couldn't see anything. There was no moon or stars to light up anything. And then a pair of fuschia slitted eyes flashed my way.

"She's here," an all-too-familiar voice hissed.

My jaw dropped slightly as two figures shot out of the forest, one of them slamming their palm to my throat and holding me in the air. Instinctively, I grasped the hand and tried to pry it off, but to no avail. I couldn't tell what Gwen's reaction was, but I heard her growling words of threat.

It was then I realized who they were - Lust and Envy!

Cosplayers, that is. And they did a really good job! Not many people can pull off Lust, and only The Chosen Ones can even come close to Envy. These people nailed it - and I think Envy was actually a guy this time!

I glanced at my partner in crime and grinned a bit.

"What did you do to us?" the second voice, "Lust," commanded. "Envy" was the one gripping my neck.

I decided to play along with this street performance for nobody in particular. The street was deserted. He was pretend Envy, I was pretend Dante. We weren't really mortal pretend foes, but we didn't really get along well, nonetheless. My acting needed a bit of work, and this was perfect. I raised an eyebrow and tapped his wrist. I couldn't breathe, actually, so it was a real challenge to talk.

He stared at me menacingly for a second and let go. I dropped to the ground, coughing for air. Regaining my composure, I stood slowly and answered smoothly, "By whatever do you mean?" I could've screamed with joy that I did that so well - but that would be TOTALLY un-Dantelike.

The Envy ground his teeth and glanced at Gwen. "And what's that little Phantom Thief doing here?"

"You should answer your master when she asks you a question," I told him, faking sternness. (Um... That IS a word, right?) My tomboy of a friend was already in sync with her inner Psiren, which obviously didn't take much effort.

She smirked and gazed smugly at him. "Besides, you're one to talk. I didn't think tropical plants grew in New England."

Confusion crossed his face. "What?" Wait, he should've laughed! It's a universal joke! Everybody who tries to cosplay Envy knows it! Maybe he's just too much of an idiot. Yeah, that's it.

Cosplay Lust was still giving me a death stare. What was her problem?

"You aren't Dante," she said, wondering what the hell was going on. I changed back to my usual old self and laughed.

"Really?" I said sarcastically, "I hadn't noticed!"

Gwen scoffed. "What gave it away? The fact that Dante doesn't exist?"

"Shut up, of course she-" the Envy cosplayer was interrupted by a speculative pretend Lust.

"Wait, Envy." She pressed her fingers to her temples. "Something doesn't add up..."

I placed my hand on my hip. "So, Envy and Lust, what are your names?"

"...You know who we are, and you're asking our names when you just said them?" The Envy crossed his arms.

Gwen told the completely puzzled man(?), "She means your REAL names, not your cosplay names. Duh."

Now he was more irritated than perplexed. "Cosplay? What are you two imposters talking about?"

"This must be the other side of the Gate," Lust whispered, enlightened somehow. The Gate? Was she crazy? Why-

"Oh my goodness... Gwen?" I eyed her nervously. "Can I ask you something crazy?"

"Does it involve these two not being cosplayers but actually being the real Homunculi sent here by that bitch Dante as some form of punishment and that the Gate, as well as Ametrisis, could possibly be real?"

"Something like that."

"Then I would say that this must be a dream, or at least a fanfiction."

"Oh please, why... Well, it certainly does feel like one of them. We must be insane."

The potentionally-not-a-fake Lust took a step forward. "If this is the other side - which I'm positive it is - then how do you two know so much about us?"

Thinking wildly, I came up with an ingenius idea. "First, prove that you two really ARE Homunculi."

Envy sighed. We were definitely getting on his nerves. He then returned to that same old Homunculus with that I'm-so-much-better-than-you sneer. "Fine, but we've lost our powers somewhat in the Gate, which I'm sure you know about." I could tell that it was meant to be derisive. "We can use them, but it takes a lot more effort than usual."

"WHAT?" Gwen and I exclaimed automatically. "But I wanted to see Envy change into myself so there would be two of me to annoy the world!"

"And I wanted to see Lust freak out Angelina with her sick sword-fingers!"

Despite our unbelievable situation, Gwen gave me a good idea. When Envy picked up a piece of broken cement and crushed it between his fist within five seconds, keeping his evil smirk, a completely malevolent smile that could compete with it crept to my lips. I really don't think I needed proof in the first place - just their absolute resemblence to the actual characters and their voices proved it. These two could SO help us with our last diabolical scheme for the night.

"I see. Well, since you're here and have nothing better to do," I declared in my Dante voice, crossing my arms and strolling up to Envy, "how about you two help us with one little task?" His sneer disappeared and he scrutinized my face, which was just slightly below his. I wasn't exactly as tall as he was.

Gwen's mouth matched mine. She traipsed up to Lust and spoke once more like Clara/Psiren. "Yes, care to join us on this lovely All Hallow's Eve?"

A small gust of wind swirled around us. The two people, who both of us wanted to and actually kind of did believe were from another world, exchanged brief intrigued looks. They turned back to us, trying to figure it out. "Like what?" Lust questioned.

A michievous Psiren and a sadistic Dante. Beaming. Even in cosplay, that can never be good, now can it? It's even worse when they nearly share the same brain.

"Making one human girl miserable," we voiced in perfect unison. We were such creepers, but that's okay. It's Halloween.

Envy's face brightened a tad. Lust just barely smiled her own soft, yet malicious smile. They didn't need to even say it.

"We're in."

And, there you go! I can't wait for the next chapter :3 Heeheeheee...

Hooray! Funny line! ...But they didn't even get it T~T

*pats Gwen* It's okaay. I did! And (hopefully) everyone reading this did!

*glares*

*inches away slowly* Oh, and on that last chapter, when I said that my lovely assistant-

- wtp. -

-could do a perfect Lust impression-

- WHICH I CAN. -

...Yes, well, sorry if you got confused into thinking she was cosplaying as Lust. I just had to put it 'cause... well, it's true xD

And wtp means What The Phuck. Use it like oxygen!

Alrighty then... Later.