Chapter 9 – Ain't That a Shocker?

11:03PM… it's been roughly an hour since this long and, actually, relatively easy fight began. The entire building seemed to be overridden with the little light-bulb headed bastards, and they cleared each section out slowly but surely. In all honesty it didn't take much to kill them. They seemed to lack the intelligence of the more recent Ghosts they'd fought. However, so far none of them dropped even a single Heaven, and it seemed like they weren't even half done. Cravat thought maybe at the end they would all culminate into one giant Ghost, and once they killed THAT, they would rolling in the cash. His imagination was probably just running wild again. That or he was hungry. A growl from his stomach answered his question.

"Panty, Stocking, think we can break through into the cafeteria? I'm starving." He asked, ducking beneath a razor-sharp sword that threatened to take his head off. Cravat swung both of his whips above his head, and he violently brought down both in an X, the highly-charged light-trails of the whips tearing cleanly through, ripping the Ghost into four, mutilated parts. He nonchalantly ran over to Stocking's side, sliding and jumping through the waves of enemies that wanted a piece of him. He thrust his whips forward, skewering three Ghosts just behind Stocking. He made a gesture and pointed to his stomach. "Pleaaaase, I'm really hungry," he begged, before violently decapitating another two Ghosts that were about to strike him at either side. His expression was unchanged, pouting and brows furrowed. It was amusing watching someone with that expression kill with such uninhibited ferocity. Stocking laughed a bit.

"Let's take the route to the cafeteria next. I'm dying for some sweets too," she called out, splattering another Ghost against the wall. Panty came walking up to them, shooting at the Ghosts that tried to take a swipe at her. One, two, three and they all toppled over, missing a limb, an entire section of their body, or when she hit them dead on, exploding into little pieces, splattering them everywhere.

"I think that's all here. You think there're more of these little fuckers around?" Panty asked, stretching her arms and back.

"Dunno, but right now I'm hungry. Time to raid the school pantry~" Cravat said in a singsong fashion.

"Did you just say time to raid Panty?" Stocking asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Oh she wishes," Cravat said over his shoulder sarcastically. Panty skipped in front of him.

"You mean you don't want some of this?" Panty said seductively, licking her lips and making gestures with her body. Cravat laughed. By now he was immune to that.

"I'm sure you're too much for me to handle," he said playfully.

"That's right, you can't handle this~" Panty cooed, facing away from him and giving her backside a light tap with her hand. "Many have tried, but they've all come to know my skill. See what I did there?" Panty smirked, a sly expression on her face.

"Yes yes, an innuendo, can we move faster to the cafeteria now?" Stocking said, sounding a little irritated. There was a puff in her cheeks and a slight furrow in her brow. Panty immediately caught on. 'Oh ho ho ho,' the blonde thought, 'interesting development we have here.'

The silence that ensued on their way to the cafeteria was deafening, and somehow Cravat could sense… some sort of evil in the air. Not the Ghost kind of evil, but more of the… looming presence of doom… like a nimbus raincloud above his head, the lightning ready to strike at any moment. 'What's this feeling…' he wondered. Stocking overtook them, picking up the pace, rounding a corner and disappearing from sight. 'Huh, feeling's gone,' It took a few odd moments before he realized they'd reached the cafeteria already, with no Ghosts in sight. Without even minding blocking the entrances and exits, they went straight for the storage room. A few microwave sandwiches for Cravat and two gallons of ice cream for Stocking later, they had eaten their fill. Quite the timing too, as the Ghosts seemed to have honed in to their location, and they poured through the cafeteria doors.

"They come in droves and they still don't provide that much of a decent fight," Cravat said, swallowing the last slice of his sandwich. He readied his whips, waiting for Panty and Stocking to get their weapons up.

"I don't give a fuck if it was one or a million, all I care about is that we get a shit-load of Heavens after this," Panty said, stripping off her underwear right in front of them. Cravat gave off an amused whistle.

"Damn woman, you don't waste time," he said. Panty just replied with a wink, sticking out her tongue at him. He gave off one of those flirtatious purrs as Panty went on her merry way, shooting at anything and everything that moved. He hadn't realized it, but he began to develop this easy-going habit of flirting with them every now and then. He laughed at how much he'd changed since he'd been around the two Angels. Turning his head, he noticed Stocking looking at him with something fierce in her eyes. "What?"

"You're a fucking idiot," she said dryly, before dashing off. She engaged one Ghost after the other, hacking and severing anything and everything that came into her killing radius. Cravat blinked once.

'Well something's gotten into her,' he thought, feeling an oversized sweat droplet appear just above his head. He dashed for a few right in front of him, swinging his two Ghost Kiras in a wide arc to either side, and then he jumped over the cluster, tightening and increasing tension to his whips as the trails of light that the bladed tips lead wrapped tightly around. He landed behind his prey and gave his whips a fierce jerk, reducing his targets to a mangled pile of ectoplasmic mush that settled onto the floor.

"Fucking shit," he said to himself as more of them joined the fray, steadily and with mechanical movements, acting as one unit. He got the feeling these were foot soldiers of some sort of evil mastermind. Games were always like that, throw the generic weakling enemies out to the main characters as cannon fodder, then play the trump card once they've all been defeated.

That would be pretty awesome actually, but right now all wanted was to clear the school out and go home already. He hoped it wouldn't take long. If all goes well, it wouldn't, and they would have shitloads of cash at the end of it.

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A hit and miss, is what he'd called it. It didn't take that long, maybe about four odd hours. Bah, who was he kidding, it took them a while. A whole night's worth of Ghost killing. Now he was pretty sure Panty would've wanted to be in bed at home or somewhere else doing the nasty with five or more men, but tonight they had a chance to rake in big amounts of Heavens. How many did they kill? A Hundred? Five-hundred? He really didn't keep track. Eventually they found themselves back in the corridors and out of the cafeteria. They just kept pouring out everywhere, each waking minute it seemed like at the end of it all they would be filthy stinking rich.

Unfortunately for them, wealth seemed to always elude their clutches.

"MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKING CUNT BITCH SON OF A BASTARD WHORE!" Panty spewed out like a machine-gun. She jammed one last bullet into the Ghost in front of her, taking its eye out and splattering what Cravat considered ectoplasmic brain smush all over the lockers. Cravat cautiously walked around the fuming blonde, taking care not to trip over the innards of a lot of Ghosts she had generously mutilated. "Easy job my sweet little ass," Cravat subconsciously let out an amused snicker. Panty scowled with her eyes narrowed at him. As fast as a quickshot, he stopped. "It's three-fucking-A.M., and what do we have? Nothing abso-fucking-lutely nothing, that's what!" An entire night and the little bastards didn't leave anything behind for them. Panty and Stocking were pretty ticked by it.

"I find no point in going to school anymore. Fucking useless," Stocking said in annoyance. She walked towards her sister, who'd found some entertainment in kicking the light-bulbs the 'Ghosts' had for heads around, smashing one right into a classroom door.

"… you're not going to clean that up, are you…" Cravat said, yawning after finishing the statement. He didn't even have to ask, so there was no point adding a question mark at the end of that sentence. "Look, I know you two had a long night, so I think it would be better to… go home now and get a fresh start tomorrow…" he continued, barely being able to keep his eyes open. In fact they were all pretty tired. The two sisters already started to get irritated a few hours ago. The fact that they got diddly squat from the entire thing did nothing to alleviate their moods. Panty let out a calming breath.

"Eh, fine… ah fucking shit, hold on, I need to take a piss," Panty said, trying to find a bathroom near them. Both sisters needed to heed the call of nature, so Cravat slowly followed them until they both entered the restroom. He leaned himself back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. He began to doze off a little, feeling his eyes slowly flutter close.

His eyes slowly opened again. He was in a vast and empty space, nothingness all around him. Right now it looked like he was walking on thin air. "Well this is… pretty cool actually," he said, taking a step to see if he would fall down into the abyss. Nope, still standing. He walked forward slowly, listening to the deafening silence, trying to find if there was anything of interest in this lucid dream of his. He noticed something appear as he stopped for a minute. Before him was something that looked like a reflection. Was it? Well it looked like him, the hair, the face, the clothes… although something was off. Was this one of those fun-house mirrors? He saw his brown hair as bleached white and his brown eyes as emerald green. He had a pretty good poker face going on too. Cravat was sure he wasn't scowling like that, so he decided to test it the old fashion way. He lifted his right hand, trying to see if the reflection would follow. Out of nowhere, it spoke.

"Let me get straight to the point. I'm not your reflection, so don't expect me to follow that hand of yours, dipshit." Cravat(?) said with obvious venom in his words. Cravat put his arm down gently to the side.

"Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the subconscious."

Cravat(?) rolled his eyes. He reached for his neck and a bright blue light emanated from his hands, a whip now present in each, looking exactly like his own Ghost Kiras. He stabbed the two bladed ends into the 'ground', or whatever it was they were standing on, and suddenly Cravat could feel something about to run him through from behind. He dashed to the right, right before two familiar trails of light zipped right past him, the blades barely missing his body. He dodged below them this time, the whips appearing right in front of his face. Cravat somersaulted backwards, materializing his own whips before deflecting his twin's attack by using his Ghost Kiras like daggers in a reverse-grip, flinging them right back. As he landed, Cravat quickly got up, not with the expression you'd expect. He was in awe, pure, slack-jawed, can-you-teach-me-that-please awe.

"Holy crap, how'd you do that?" Cravat asked, his voice filled with enthusiasm. Cravat(?)'s face formed a scowl.

"It pains me that you didn't know one of the most trivial things about my whips. Why do you think they're made of light, dumbass? So they could rip through time and space, that's what. You on the other hand use them in such a primitive fashion it sickens me," he hissed, the bladed tips returning to both handles. Cravat regained his composure when a little light bulb appeared over his head. Yes, literally. Anything can happen in a dream.

"Oh wait a minute, I get it," Cravat said, letting a small smile tug at his mouth. Cravat(?)blinked.

"… you do?" he asked cautiously, almost as if he was about to compliment on how perceptive this idiotic-looking thing was.

"Are you like, Nega-Cravat or something? Is this the subspace? THAT WOULD BE SO COOL!" Cravat exclaimed, his smile becoming wider. Cravat(?) could do nothing but stand there with his mouth agape. "Or is it like Persona, when I accept my true self. DO I GET TO SUMMON THINGS?" Cravat asked, rather enthusiastically.

Cravat(?) massaged his temples. Unbe-fucking-lievable. "Honestly, I have no idea why you're my Doppelganger. I still think Heaven is trolling me," his eyes suddenly widened. "Son of a… Now I'm starting to talk like you…" he took stance, readying his weapons again. "It's not personal, well, maybe a little, but you'd be pissed too if someone took over your life. Not that you would know anymore, seeing as you're already a Ghost," he finished. Cravat let out a puff. A Ghost? Again with this conspiracy theory. Cravat(?) thrust his whips to either side, the two tips disappearing into what looked like a magical portal, then bombarding his target from all sides. Cravat jumped from his position and unleashed barrage, swinging wildly in the air. Each of their blades danced, deflecting, teleporting, trying to find a weakness in each other's defense. But neither could get through. Cravat(?) grit his teeth. 'Even if he's an idiot, he's gotten better.'

Cravat then had an idea. He stopped deflecting his twin's onslaught. Wasting no time, the two teleporting whips redirected straight for his head. He flipped in mid-air, evading both ever so slightly, and suddenly grabbing the light trails that popped out of the magic circle. He smirked, and then in true Mortal Kombat fashion, he shouted. "GET OVER HERE!"

'Ah shit-fuck,' was the only thought that entered his head before the portals disappeared, and the entire length of Cravat(?)'s whip snapped back into one straight line. He was dragged violently through the air, and at the end of the metaphorical rainbow awaited a knee right into his gut. As the air in his lungs was forced out, he found himself falling back to the seemingly nonexistent ground, crashing with a distinct thud. He stared out into the pseudo-sky before him, thinking only one thing.

'Pretty little colored ponies...'

Cravat crouched down near his fallen twin's side. "Man, these lucid dreams get crazier and crazier… well not as crazy as that dream I had about Kneesocks but pretty damn close," he stated, lightening the mood. Cravat(?) blinked once. What was the point of this again? He couldn't force the idiot out of his body anyway. It would only take the sheer realization of his pitiful situation to break his hold. Maybe he was just curious. Just how strong did that idiot become by being someone he wasn't? That absolute world he'd built around himself, the notion that he was an Angel, sent here to help those two whores collect some Heavens.

Nothing could be farther from what he really was. Cravat's reality that he ran away from. He wouldn't be able to escape it. Once that drunken old man back in Little Tokyo even mentioned the possibility, the metaphorical dominos were set in motion. 'Even if the idiot said it didn't bother him anymore, somewhere deep down it's been gnawing at his core.'

Cravat(?) sat up straight, letting out a sigh as he did. "I'll let you have your fun. But you wanna know something? I can feel your anxiety. You know something's up," he started, getting back up to his feet. Cravat addressed him with narrowed eyes and a blank expression. He quietly felt his right hand. It really was twitching. The landscape suddenly shifted, and they started to fade away, the background rumbling and rippling. "Don't worry, when the time comes, it'll come. I'll be back in my body, that redhead would be my slave again, I'd fuck that Angel girl you seem to be pining for like no tomorrow-" a slight pause, or rather, an interruption. Cravat's hand suddenly clasped around his twin's neck, his grip slowly tightening. His eyes gave off a look that could pierce your very soul.

"I'm going to accept you for now, since if I don't you'll just get stronger. But I think I'll suppress the sexual urges, thank you very much," Cravat hissed through a cynical smile. He could make out a small smirk form on his twin's mouth.

"Fine fine, whatever. It's only a matter of time before everything goes back to normal. Everyone wins…" his smirk grew even wider. "Well, everyone except you."

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Cravat awoke with a jolt. He almost fell over from the wall he was leaning on. He lazily scratched his eyes and looked around. "Man I love lucid dreams," he laughed. He could barely remember anything anymore, only that it was by his standards, an 'epic showdown with his inner self'. He suddenly had the urge to play Persona again, or at the very least reread 'Vs. The World'. He started to stretch his arms when he heard a loud crash from the bathroom. Now normally he would come barging right in, but this was different. He was about to step into foreign territory, a sacred holy ground forbidden to those of the opposite sex. What would he find there? A vast facility with top of the line, diamond encrusted, imported porcelain sinks and bowls? Perhaps their own LED T.V. with six hundred sixty-six different high definition channels? Oh the endless possibilities. He swallowed his anxiety and burst through the door, ready for anything.

It looked like a normal, run-of-the-mill, school-grade bathroom. Ah well, that's one universal mystery solved. Another mystery would be why his two female companions were on the floor, skirts up, underwear down, and not moving an inch. Well, Panty didn't have her underwear on, as he could see Backlace's outline in her hand. He honestly wondered what happened. Wincest? Doubt it. Below their lithe figures lay a black shape with red highlights and two menacing yellow eyes. That was one small Ghost.

"Ladies, would both of you be so kind as to cover yourselves down there? I can see right into your not-so-Angelic Souls," He said, metaphorically speaking of course. The two of them got up slowly and planted their heels on the Ghost's back, adjusting whatever applicable article of clothing they had on to cover their Area 51s.

"Such a wimp, Otaku-boy," Panty grumbled, fixing her skirt.

"Oh no, it's for your sakes. Don't want me to jump either of you now would you?" he said sarcastically. The Ghost squirmed a little. Now that he got a good look at it, it was small, something like a humanoid Raccoon of sorts, but with no tail. It still had those fangs most Ghosts had in their mouths. It suddenly hurled itself violently upward, throwing Panty and Stocking off balance, gaining enough time to set itself free. The Ghost scurried across the floor, and jumped right into one of the toilet bowls. The three of them stood slack-jawed.

"No fucking way I'm chasing after it now, that's one place we don't want to go." Panty grumbled, cracking her neck.

"Speaking from experience are we?" Stocking joked, a smirk forming on her delicate features. The blonde gave her sister the finger, to which Stocking stifled a laugh. As they were walking back to Cravat, they were splashed by some water. Toilet water, to be precise. Their heads snaked around slowly to see the Ghost peeking out of the toilet bowl, laughing its little head off. Backlace and Stripes 1 materialized in a split second. Needless to say, the two Angels were spewing out swears at the little bastard as they tried to absolutely mutilate it, not caring for the damage that they were causing. Cravat sighed as he calmly matrix-ed below a cubicle door that was flung his way. The two sisters didn't look like they were going to let this go. Petty as it might have seemed, he walked outside.

"Maybe a few hours of strolling around the campus would pass the time…" he whispered to himself. 3:57AM. Only about four more hours still school started anyway. He stuffed his hands into his pockets. It was a good thing he was wearing the uniform already. 'Four hours of talking to myself,' he thought, looking at his wrist-watch. 'Whoop-dee-doo."

So like, 4 hours later…

Sun was up. That was a good sign. A very good sign. He'd been staring at this little notch in the branch of a tree for the past thirty minutes. He started to get bored of it. Sun meant school. School meant time passed. Time passing meant he could stop talking to his imaginary friend Frufru the talking Dandelion. He got up and cracked his knuckles, stretched his arms, and did some morning exercise routines Frufru had taught him. He had to shake off how tired he was. As he saw people starting to head for the school doors, he took notice to Panty and Stocking, who Brief seemed to be accompanying, sitting on a bench just under a tree, looking worse for wear and exhausted. He guessed they didn't manage to catch the little ass of a Ghost. As he approached them, he noticed something else. Everyone was in uniform. Oh right, that new policy Kneesocks was talking about. Come to think of it, he was pretty sure it was almost time for her to be arriving on campus.

"Yo," he called out, waving a hand at the two beat-up looking Angels, Panty sleeping with her head leaning back, and Stocking . They just grumbled in reply. "Rough morning?" he asked sarcastically. Another grumble.

"What happened?" Brief asked, looking at Panty with concern. Cravat yawned one hell of a yawn.

"Ghosts, Ghosts, more Ghosts, and Ghosts. That about sums it up," He replied, sitting down beside Stocking on the bench, poking the side of her head repeatedly with his finger. She let out an annoyed whine, but was too lazy to do anything. He noticed the sisters weren't wearing their proper school uniforms. "Kneesocks is going to chew you guys up for this," he empathized, knowing what sort of punishment might befall them. He stood up from the bench."I'll see you guys after school then. Brief, you coming?"

"I think I'll stay with them for a little while longer. Panty asked me to explain why everyone was in a uniform after their nap," he said while scratching his head, an awkward smile on his face. Cravat turned around and started heading to his homeroom. He encountered Habit along the way, and he told her about last night… well, last night until early this morning. The bags under his eyes told the tale pretty well. Habit looked a little concerned for him.

"You want to play with Chuck for a while? I brought him along for fun," she asked, unzipping her messenger bag. The little zipper-dog popped its head out. Cravat lifted Chuck up, and he started slobbering all over the place. He had to keep Chuck at arm's length so the little guy wouldn't make a mess of his uniform. For the first few periods he put Chuck on his desk, making him act like a pencil case whenever a teacher or a classmate got a little curious what the green thing was and started to walk to him or glance his way. He passed the time in Algebra rearranging the Chuck's limbs, and for Economics, he actually played with him like he would a puppy, despite the obvious differences. He was just a loveable little… green thing. Cravat could've sworn he saw this extremely hellish looking demon dog when he looked what lied beyond Chuck's zipper, but he was probably imagining things. He ate Recess and lunch with Habit, who seemed to have brought him food today to make up for sending him off to fight on an empty stomach last night.

Near the end of lunch period, he noticed Brief hasn't come back since they saw each other this morning with the girls. He wondered if the three of them got in trouble with the Daemon sisters. He finished the baked Salmon Habit brought for him and got up, taking Chuck with him.

"Where're you going?" Habit asked.

"Er, c-clinic?" Cravat stuttered. She stifled a laugh.

"You can't lie to save your life, you know that right? Go on then, I'll go with the clinic story if anyone asks. They'd probably believe it anyway."

She got him there. Seems like just yesterday Kneesocks lead him to the clinic everyday of the week due to some unforeseen accident whether it was because of Lash-Out or because he failed to tie his shoe. Thank god he started wearing shoes that didn't need laces anymore. As the bell rang, he went all sneaky-sneaky by sticking to the walls, trying to get to a nearby safe-spot so he could contact girls, or Brief for that matter. He punched in Brief's number on his phone as he got to an emergency stairwell, still carrying Chuck in his other arm. Ringing… ringing… ringing… ding, he heard someone on the other end.

"Otaku-Boy, get your ass to a toilet right now and flush yourself!" Panty shouted, forcing Cravat to put his phone an entire arm's length away from his left ear.

"Say what?"

"Ghost-plant under the school, we found that little asshole who splashed us earlier. Led us right to this fucking hell-hole. Now go flush yourself dammit, we've got a job to do," she repeated before hanging up. She sounded even more irritable than usual. Was it time for her monthly bloody waterfall? Wait, do Angels even get those? He shrugged off the thought and headed for the first bathroom nearest to him. Luckily it was right outside the stairwell. He went to a stall and looked intently at the toilet. How the hell would he be able to flush himself? Chuck jumped out of his grip and walked on the water-tank behind the seat. The little green zipper-god reached behind it, and Cravat heard a switch go 'click'. The toilet disappeared, not just that actually, the entire stall floor.

"Meep."

Chuck jumped back into Cravat's arms as he began to fall, and he zipped through one hell of a dirty pipeline. He held his breath and closed his eyes as he continued to be transported deeper and deeper into the orifices of the school, sliding and swooshing along the entrails of only god knew what. He opened his eyes for a moment and saw the literal light at the end of the tunnel. He was propelled out of another toilet, right onto the rocky surface of what looked like a hollowed-out cave. He felt the urge to throw up as he tried to breathe again, to which Chuck suddenly licked all the slime and sludge right off of his clothes. Cravat gasped for breath, taking in as much air as possible, before petting Chuck on the head.

"When we get home I'm making you gargle Hydrogen Peroxide, and probably some alcohol. Lots and lots of it," he said with a grimace on his face. Chuck just tilted its head and let out a questioning whimper. He got up and checked his surroundings. The place was lit by the glow that relatively tall spire, about the size of a giant tree maybe, gave off. On top of it was this eerily glowing stone that seemed to be absorbing energy from the surface. As he let his gaze travel down, he saw rows upon rows of conveyor belts, those light-bulb headed Ghosts being produced from each one, and at a very fast pace. 'Ooooh,' he suddenly realized. 'That kind of Ghost plant,' he thought, scratching the back of his head. He expected to find the regretful soul of some kind of Flora down here. Looking around, he tried to find where Panty, Stocking, and Brief had landed. Then, from the distance, he could hear something. Swear words. He followed the trail of profanities right up to the mouth which was spouting them. Panty's, to be exact. The sisters and Brief, along with the Ghost he was sure was the one which splashed the girls, had started to make their way to the giant spire looking… thing.

"Yo… again." He called out, catching up to them. He walked alongside Stocking, who also looked to be a little pissed. "What's got their underwear in a knot?" He asked Brief. Brief just shrugged.

"The Daemon sisters kind of… showed them up this morning," he replied cautiously. He was sure the girls had that pissed-off tick mark on their heads right now. Brief went on to explain how in the span of the morning session, the Anarchy sisters complained to the student council about the restrictions they started to impose. Not that they attended school much anyway, but whenever they were there they wanted it to be more entertaining than staring at mold slowly take over one-week old bread. So they challenged the Daemon sisters to a majority vote on who were the real queens of the school so that the rules could be changed back.

"And that didn't end very well," he continued. The Daemon sisters, being the new and benevolent Queens, a far cry of what Panty and Stocking were, won by a landslide.

"Where the hell was I during all of this?" Cravat asked, wondering how he could've missed such a big event. Oh right, he was with Habit in their classroom the entire morning. "Don't answer that. Anyway, why don't take this place down to make you two feel better?" he said, trying to lighten the mood. The Anarchy sisters grumbled in reply. 'Oh right, those two never took losing very lightly.'

They reached the spire, when a red carpet flung out of nowhere and hit Brief right in the gut, launching him back a few feet. You don't see that every day. As Brief tried to regain his bearings, they heard footsteps come from the stairs that lead up the spire. Two figures slowly walked down. Cravat had a feeling of déjà vu. He knew that stride from anywhere. Commanding, elegant, subtle, respectable.

"Kneesocks?" he called out. Once the two figures exited the shadows of the spire, their entire body was illuminated by the light from the Ghost stone. Kneesocks and Scanty. The Daemon sisters. The two of them looked down at Cravat's group like Hawks.

"Cravat? You ally yourselves with these… Savages?" Kneesocks asked, her eyes staring at him with a nonchalant gaze. "I thought you would be… smarter than this.

"Me? What about you? What the hell are you doing with this Ghost plant which apparently isn't a literal plant at all?" he shouted. Did she know? Did she know he was an Angel? All of them?

"It seems we can't rely on that girl to keep you away from these two. At any rate, you're here, and it seems we'll have to eliminate all of you if we want to let this mass-production continue uninterrupted," Scanty said, he eyes narrowing on the Anarchy sisters. "You can't stop our plan to drown this world in Ghosts."

The mass-produced Ghosts gathered themselves up in front of the Daemon sisters, forming a defensive line. Their weapons were held high, and they were increasing in numbers by the second.

"You two done yet? Why the hell would two rule-following, bondage-loving skanks like you want to drown the world in Ghosts anyway? I'm pretty sure you're breaking a few laws having this factory right underneath the school right here. What the hell happened to your precious rrruuurrruuus?" Stocking asked, looking ready to rip the Daemon sisters a new one.

"Who gives a shit?" Panty exclaimed, a smirk appearing on her face. "Now we have an excuse to kick their ass," she shouted excitedly. Cravat had a feeling he knew what was going to happen next.

"Cue the stripper poles," he sighed. Sure enough, flashing lights started to show everywhere, and the Anarchy sisters did their thing. Scanty and Kneesocks didn't look too amused. They seemed rather… calm. Ominously so. Backlace and Stripes 1 materialized in their respective owner's hand, and they struck a pose.

"You all seem to be confused," Scanty said, her smirk revealing that little fang she had. "This is our mission. Our duty. "\I think we need to teach these impudent little Angels a lesson, wouldn't you think so, Kneesocks?"

"Yes, I think we should, dear sister."

Tails suddenly appeared from behind both of them, and their eyes glowed a fierce yellow. Then, out of nowhere, Cravat had more déjà vu. Another stage appeared below the Daemon sisters, similar to Panty and Stocking's, just without the stripper poles. 'Oh hell no,' He thought, laughing nervously in his head a bit.

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May the Earth Shatter,

May the Oceans Dry,

May the Sun extinguish itself,

Grant upon us the power of our Lord Satan in Hell,

We are Demons, High Class Demon Commanders!

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More flashing lights, sounds, and background music. Scanty materialized two Revolvers, while Kneesocks had two giant Scythes in her hands. A little pink zipper-creature that didn't really look like a dog appeared after their transformation, mumbling something that sounded like Fastener as it jumped in front of them. Chuck ran forwards and went toe to toe with it. Seemed like they had a score to settle. Must've known each other for a while.

'Does every form of Ethereal life have to STRIP whenever they introduce themselves?' Cravat mused to himself. Wait, did they say Demons? "Oh, so the Daemon sisters…"

"Were actually Demons?" the little Ghost they let tag along exclaimed. The little bastard jumped to join the Daemon sisters' side. Cravat took point beside Panty and Stocking, materializing his Ghost Kiras as he stood ready.

"You know, now it all makes sense, the red complexion, the horns," he started, reflecting on HOW HE COULD'VE FUCKING NOT REALIZED IT. Then again, he was never one to question anything out of the ordinary. "Do all Demons have a spot on their horns though?"

Scanty blinked. "He knows about that?" she asked her sister. Kneesocks' face started to become a deeper shade of red, but she stayed silent. She saw Cravat smirking in her direction, and for fun, he licked his lips. Oh how red she got. He found it amusing, in a 'let me have some fun before we totally try to murder each other' kind of way.

"C-Can we get this over with?" Kneesocks exclaimed, trying to regain her composure.

"Three against two and a half? Doesn't really seem like a fair fight," Cravat said, referring to the little Ghost thing that switched sides. Kneesocks suddenly stabbed her scythe into the Ghost's back. Slowly, its fangs grew, and its arms started to morph into wings. It grew in size, almost as large as the spire, and its menacing eyes glowed fiercely as it looked down on them. The pansy little Ghost had tuned into one hell of a dragon.

Yep, they're demons alright.

"I think this would be considered a fair fight, wouldn't you?" Kneesocks asked, directing it at Cravat. All he could do was smile.

"Stocking, mind taking the dragon?" Cravat asked, readying himself to charge.

"Sure… hey wait when the hell did you ever get to boss me around?" she miffed. Cravat took a glance to his side, meeting her cyan-colored eyes.

"I asked nicely," he laughed. Stocking sighed.

"Fine, whatever. Let's just get this started. I've been waiting to kick some ass," she snapped.

"Alright then, just one thing," he paused, licking his lips and looking right into Kneesocks' eyes. It unnerved her a little. "Dibs on little miss bookworm over there."

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Author's Notes: It seems like I update every month now. Goshhhhhhh. Anyway, thanks for the comments guys, and about any supposed 'lemons' that might happen, I don't know yet. I'm not very experienced with that aspect of fanfiction as of yet, but I can try XD. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, even if it IS a little long. Here's to hoping I can update earlier next time…. Yeahhhhhhh.