'I have a sudden urge to go out on a little killing spree out in the local village,' a voice spoke through the hallways.
'You can't go killing off people outside the castle yet,' another, older voice replied, 'Go kill off some of those vampires.'
'Fine,' the first voice said, and muttered, 'You were always master's favorite…'
'That's why I'm in charge,' the second voice replied haughtily.
The first voice gave a grunt in reply. There was a sucking sound as an eleven foot tall creature walked out of one of the walls of the castle's lowest dungeon. It resembled Fumasu in the fact that its body structure was the same as his. The differences included the fact that it didn't wear a trenchcoat or fedora and its head was encased in a grey full-head mask with a demonic grin etched on it. Its arms were bandaged up past the elbows and a skull-and-crossbones patch was stitched onto the top of each shoulder. It wore a black sleeveless shirt with a bloodred reverse cross painted on it, three belts around its waist that held up a long pair of grey pants. The creature wore a massive pair of black steel-toed shoes that bore an ouroboros, the symbol of the dragon that devours its own tail, on each shoe.
The creature reached down into the shadows and pulled out a massive knife. The knife was almost as tall as he was and covered in rust and bloodstains. It gripped the handle backwards and began to drag the massive blade behind it as it lurched forward.
Of course every castle has its dungeon, Millennium knew that. They also knew about this one. The problem was that nothing, not even rockets or the superhuman strength of the vampires had been able to open the doors to this particular dungeon.
'Oh and Sinister Invidia,' the second voice called out to his 'younger brother', 'Don't leave anyone alive.'
"That shouldn't be a problem," Sinister said coolly as his head slowly turned 120 degrees to the left so the front of his mask could face the wall. "Leaving people alive has always been Avarice's problem. Remember the last time we tried to summon him, Hubris Superbia?"
'Don't remind me,' Hubris muttered in annoyance. He watched from the shadowy dimension as Sinister phased through the door to the dungeon and vanished.
Schrödinger sat on a couch in one of the castle's basement rooms in front of a television. Despite the fact that Millennium had been in hiding for sixty plus years, the sixteen year old catboy had been able to gather a modest collection of game consoles. He had a Playstation, a Nintendo 64, a PS2, a Gamecube, and his most recent addition to his collection was an Xbox. He'd also gather a decent amount of videogames as well, most notably the Silent Hill series, Resident Evil series, the Doom collection, the two Halo games, and of course, the Mario and Zelda collections.
The game that Schrödinger was currently playing on the PS2 was Silent Hill 2. He seemed to have trouble escaping Pyramid head in the Labyrinth. "Verdammen!" The catboy cursed in German as he died again. Frustrated, he turned off the game console and leaned back on the couch with his eyes closed.
He was about to drift off to sleep when he heard the screams off the two soldiers Zorin had posted outside that impervious door to what the Major had dismissed as just another dungeon. He poked his head outside the door to the lounge and looked down toward the dungeon entrance. The first thing he notice was not the bloody, chopped up corpses of the two vampires, or the large bloody footprints leading away from the corpses, but the large knife that looked disturbingly similar to the Great Knife carried occasionally by Pyramid Head. Sinister had turned the corner, so Schrödinger hadn't seen him, only his weapon. Instead of thinking logically like Rip Van or the Dok, Schrödinger panicked.
'Shit I'm gonna die! Shit I'm gonna die! Gotta run gotta get away!' was the only thing running through Schrödinger's mind. In his panicked state, he disappeared and randomly reappeared somewhere away from the basement. Oddly enough, the place Schrödinger reappeared was under the covers of Seras bed. Right next to the terrified draculina, who had just gotten brave enough to unwrap the towel she had when she jumped in the bed from fright a few hours ago.
"Holy shit!" Seras shouted as the catboy-sized lump that was Schrödinger suddenly appeared underneath the covers. Terrified, she grabbed a pillow and started pounding said lump with her inhumane strength.
"Ow! Ow! Yeowr!" Schrödinger yelped as Seras repeatedly smacked him over the head with the pillow. He poked his head out from under the covers and mewed, "Vould I be asking too much if I asked you to please stop?"
"Oh it's just you," Seras said and paused her relentless battering of the frightened catboy with the pillow. Then her expression changed from one of panic to one of suspicion. "What are you doing in my bed?"
"Hiding from Pyramid Head," Schrödinger said, his expression one of pure honesty. "He killed two soldiers down in the bottom level of the castle."
Seras glared at the Nazi catboy for a moment longer before putting the pillow back on the bed. She gave a small smile and rubbed Schrödinger's ears. 'I doubt anyone can stay angry at this kid long,' Seras thought as she heard Schrödinger purr. Then she felt the covers she wrapped herself in come undone.
Schrödinger blinked as he saw Seras' breasts and his face turned a bright pink.
"You pervert!" Seras shouted as she shoved Schrödinger's head facedown into the bed so he didn't see her blush. It wasn't her breasts he was worried about so much as him seeing her blush. She quickly tried to cover herself up, only partially succeeding. She took her hand off of Schrödinger's head lay down on the pillows, looking away from the catboy. "My clothes are in the bathroom. Please get them for me."
The catboy vanished and reappeared in the bathroom. The shower had continued to run after Seras fled the room and was now completely filled with steam. He picked up Seras uniform and then looked at her bra and panties a moment before picking them up. He blindly reached into the shower and turned it off after groping around for a few minutes. He opened the door and walked out of the bathroom, his clothes damp from the steam. "Here," he murmured and set the clothes next to Seras before crawling in on the other side of the bed. He curled up next to Seras, tired and sleepy.
Seras was tempted to shove the catboy off the bed, but decided to let him lie there next to her. She didn't know why, but she felt comfortable when he was around.
Meanwhile, a few levels beneath Seras and Schrödinger, Rip Van Winkle had finally found a place to sleep for the day. What she was sleeping on was nowhere as nice as the bed she'd had the day before: In fact, it was a cot.
"Thanks Hans," She thanked the stoic werewolf, calling him by her affectionate pet name as she sat down on the cot. Well, at least she wasn't sleeping on the floor. She glanced over at the werewolf who'd brought her here. He was lying on the other cot in the room. She glanced around and mentally checked off the essentials. 'Bathroom…bed…no closet…ah who needs those anyway…' She thought as she unbuttoned her jacket. Next came her tie, quickly followed by her shirt. She glanced over at the Captain in hopes he wasn't glancing over. He hadn't moved a muscle. She let out a sigh and pulled off her shoes, socks, and slacks before sliding underneath the covers of the cot.