"Say that again," I took a threatening step towards Kory, "What exactly can't I do? Come on, repeat it. I dare you." I could feel my blood practically boiling under my skin. "Why the hell would you bring me here if you knew that I wouldn't be able to go back?" I demanded, "Just what the hell kind of place are you running here?" My fists were shaking; if someone didn't give me a good explanation soon, someone was going to get their face punched in.

"H-hold on! I was only following orders!" Kory put his hands up defensively, "My boss was the one who told me to bring you here!"

Oh that's right, this guy was just some lackey wasn't he? If I'm correct, his boss is the boy behind me. In that case... I spun around on my heels, turning to fix a glare on the dopey kid from before.

"Are you stupid?" I growled at him.

"More or less," Sponge shrugged.

I was taken aback by his reply, but went on, "Just who do you think you are?"

"Well, I think I'm Sponge. Right?"

My eye twitched; I really hoped this guy wasn't being serious. "Have you been sniffing paint or something?"

He shook his head, "Oh no, I learned my lesson from the last time."

It was becoming glaringly obvious that Sponge was quite all there. I was pretty sure I was going to get nowhere by insulting him. Sighing, I tried my best to calm down. "Just what exactly am I doing here?" I hissed through clenched teeth.

"I told you already," he sounded confused, no big surprise there, "You were hired to help clean up after duels."

My eye twitched again, "Yes, but why did you bring me here when you knew I wouldn't be able to get back home? Did it ever occur to you that I had a life before you ultimately kidnapped me?"

"Oh yes, we looked into that," I saw the shadow of a smile underneath his hood, "We've been observing you for a while. You're daily life seemed to be consisting of watching horror movies and failing classes."

"And, what's your point?" I shot him another glare.

"Well, from what I've observed, I thought you might excel better in your natural enviornment. Considering that on Earth, you pretty much had no life and weren't very bright either."

I gaped in shock for a few moments. Who says something like that to a person? "Excuse me?" I lunged at him, the shock quickly wearing off. I wasn't able to reach him since I was held back by Kory, who had managed to wrap his arms under mine. Flailing my arms and kicking like hell, I continued to scream, "What the hell is wrong with you? You watch me for months and your reason to kidnap me is because you think I'm stupid and have no life?"

Sponge shrugged nonchalantly, "I didn't think that." I relaxed slightly. Maybe this guy wasn't so bad after... "I knew you were stupid and had no life." My poor opinion shot up again as I let out a shriek of anger. I let out a string of vulgarities as Kory tried his best to hold me back. Sponge seemed to be staring at me rather absently as if there was nothing wrong with the scene that was occuring. "You have quite a temper problem," he stated calmly, "You should probably see a therapist about that." This only earned him another scream of anger.

"Hold on!" Kory shouted, "Violence isn't go to solve anything at the moment." Letting out a frustrated sigh, I stopped flailing. I had to admit he had a point. "Calamity, I know that this isn't an ideal situation. But the damage has been done," he acknowledged, "I propose that you stay here for a while and live as a Janitor, at least until you can find a way to return home. It will give you something to do while you wait."

I pulled away roughly, "Fine, whatever." He was right, if I was going to be stuck here, I might as well pass the time. "So, what do I do now?" I shoved my hands into my pockets, looking expectantly at the two boys. A few moments passed before I was suddenly taken off gaurd by a large book flying towards my face. I caught it, but almost fell over in the process. "What the hell was that for?" I demanded. "Who just tosses a book at someone?" A rather heavy book at that.

"You asked what you had to do next," Sponge explained, "You have to take a test that's located in that book. So I gave it to you." My eye twitched; more like he flung it straight for my head. "You should probably get that eye of yours checked," he stated.

I ignored the comment, "A test? Fine, how do I take it?"

"It's easy," Kory interjected, "You just open the book and touch what your answers are." That seemed easy enough. Sitting down on one of the shorter stacks of files, I opened the book.

Myth

Apparently I was best suited for the School of Myth. Whatever that meant. "Oh, you got Myth. How nice," Kory peered over my shoulder, "But since we mostly only clean up after duels, whichever school you got is mostly only for show though." I nodded in reply, not entirely sure as to what he was going on about. He grinned, "What's coming next however, is a deeply important occasion for all Janitors."

I raised an eyebrow, "And what would that be exactly?" He smiled in return, glancing over to Sponge. I felt someone grab my hand and the scene around me shifted. I looked around what seemed to be a large toolshed. The shed was filled with... Oh, ha. I looked at the contents of the shed with dry amusement. I could definately see why Kory called it an important occasion for Janitors.

"Take your pick," Sponge motioned towards the cleaning supplies, "Choose carefully though, the one you pick is the one your stuck with."

"Yeah, sure," I replied, looking over a spray bottle, "What are these for again?"

"The tool you choose will not only help you clean up duels, it will also serve as you're mount," Sponge explained, "Take mine for example." He motioned towards his feet, giving notice to the large sponges that were strapped to them. I probably would have laughed if I wasn't so intrigued by the fact that he wasn't floating because of said sponges. Personally, I was more surprised by the fact that I didn't notice them before. I looked him over; without those floating sponges this guy was shorter that I was. Short enough for me to see over his head, I bet.

"Kory called you his boss. But I'm having a hard time figuring that one out. You seem a bit to young and way to dumb to be bossing around anyone," I pointed out, "No offence."

"Oh, I'm not to young," Sponge seemed to ignore the dumb comment, "You have to be at least thirteen to be a cleaning crew leader."

"You're thirteen?" I gave him a look of disbelief.

"Fifteen!" he stated proudly, "As for the whole being dumb thing, be a leader mostly only consists of paperwork and keeping up with whatever areas that need to be cleaned. So it really isn't that much work." I nodded, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this guy was fifteen.

I turned back to my search, looking over many different cleaning tools. It seemed so trivial, but Sponge was right, whichever once she chose was the once she was going to be stuck with for a while. Finally, something caught my eye. "I want this," I lifted up a mop. It's long wooden handle and white 'feelers' entertainingly reminded me of the mops from that wizard Mickey Mouse skit I saw as a child.

"Hm? Oh good," Sponge waved me off passively, "Let's go to bed now, I'm tired." He grabbed my hand again, transporting us to what Kory had said was my new room. "Tomorrow you'll be getting your new uniform and I'll be showing you how to clean up a duel, kay?"

"I have a question."

"Yeah?"

"Were not human, right?" I asked.

"Nope!"

My eye twitched, trying my best to ignore the childishly annoying tone in his voice that no teenager should have, "So what are we exactly?"

He paused, almost as if he were giving his answer some thought. "Oh, well," his voice seemed more distant than usual, "We're just..." His voice trailed off. The silence that followed was almost ominous. "What a silly question!" His voice regaining the childish tone from before, "We're Janitors of course!"