"Okay, explain to me why we're going to church. Aren't you a demon?" Boyfriend asked as he struggled to put on a clip-on tie. He wore a proper suit this time, making sure not to wear bright-colored clothing, just in case he showed up to a memorial by accident. Instead, he wore a simple black and navy suit, which he found to be very uncomfortable. Girlfriend giggled softly as she walked over to help Boyfriend out with his attire.

"Yeah, but it's also Easter, and it would be weird if we didn't go. It's not like I'm gonna die just from being inside a church," she smiled as she stood in front of Boyfriend, clipping on his tie for him. When she finished, she gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "You look handsome," Boyfriend smiled at her as he adjusted his collar.

"You look handsome, too," He chuckled softly. They enjoyed each other's company for a moment before Boyfriend turned to check the clock. It was about 9:30 when the service started at 9:45. "I think we should get going," The blue-haired rapper spoke as he checked himself out in the mirror once more before he and Girlfriend left the room.

As they got into Girlfriend's car, Boyfriend began to realize that the church they were going to was the one he had accidentally burned to the ground. Obviously, it had been rebuilt, but he still felt a bit guilty about it. He figured that it was justified because they shouldn't have had lighters right by burning candles. Actually, now that he thought about it, it was really Garcello's fault for dying in the first place!

"I hope that they show me some respect. I'm the one who literally brought someone back from the dead! That's gotta mean something!" Boyfriend said as he buckled his seatbelt. Girlfriend nodded along as she started the car.

"Exactly! I was thinking that when I saw his ghost! Why were people mad? The only bad thing that happened was a church burned down."

"Uh, why am I sitting in the back with Skid and Pump? I wanted to sit in the front so I could put my legs on the dashboard," Whitty said to his girlfriend as they drove to the church. Carol simply shrugged with a laugh. Skid and Pump immediately perked up when they heard their names.

"It's because I have this giant speaker right here, and I couldn't put it in the trunk because it wouldn't have fit. Plus, now you can spend some quality time with your best friends!" Carol giggled as she looked at the three in the rearview mirror before turning her attention back to the road. Whitty sighed, trying to sit up straight but hitting his head on the roof. He grumbled as he leaned forward so that his neck wouldn't hurt later.

"Yeah, Whitty! You could do the dance with us!" Pump spoke happily as he sat down the large Coke that Carol had bought for them in the car seat's cupholder. Skid hopped onto his shoulders and they began to do the dance. Carol laughed as they pulled into the church parking lot. Whitty couldn't help but laugh when he saw them dancing. He turned his attention to Carol so he could daydream, before a small thud could be heard, and Whitty's lower body began to feel moist.

"Oops," Skid and Pump said in unison. Whitty looked back to see why they said "Oops" and why his torso was wet. He saw the large Coke that they were drinking had been spilled onto the back of Whitty's white pants. His jaw dropped as Carol pulled into the church parking lot.

"What happened?" She asked as she found a parking spot, and stopped the car. She turned around to see the empty cup and Whitty's surprised expression. Skid and Pump had even stopped doing their dance. "Oh. Oh shit."

They all got out of the car to examine Whitty's backside to see how bad the mess was. It was right on his rear, and it was a brown stain. That was bad enough. Carol tried wiping it off but to no avail.

"God dammit..." She mumbled as she wiped her hands on Whitty's back.

"Hey! Don't get it anywhere else! But also your touching reminded me that I want to cuddle later," Whitty said, blushing a bit. Carol laughed as she finished wiping her hands.

"Of course! But right now, I'm worried about your clothes. It looks like you pissed yourself backward, babe," Carol said bluntly. Skid and Pump giggled softly beside her.

Another car pulled up near them. Whitty turned to see that Boyfriend and Girlfriend had gotten out. Immediately, Carol and Girlfriend squealed and began to talk about whatever they wanted to talk about.

"Did you see the pirated Hamilton recording I sent you?" Carol asked, very excited for no real reason. Girlfriend scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Recording? I was there at the show! And I pirated it for you," Girlfriend said as Carol laughed. Meanwhile, Boyfriend was making fun of Whitty for the stain on his ass.

"How did that even happen?" Boyfriend asked with a laugh as Whitty showed him the Coke stain on his pants. "It kinda does look like you had a little accident." Whitty didn't want to laugh at that stupid comment, but he nearly did.

"Fuck…It sucks…I just washed these!" Whitty complained, trying to wipe off the chocolate, but smearing it instead. He turned to Carol and Girlfriend and interrupted them."Carol, literally everybody is here. I'm not going in like this," He said, sounding like he was about to cry.

"Wait, what happened?" Girlfriend asked, looking up at the very tall bomb.

"Those 2 kids spilled a Coke on his pants and it looks like he didn't make it to the bathroom in time," Carol said, a smile growing on her face. Whitty rolled his eyes.

She sighed, looking down at the floor, and back up at Whitty. "…you can wrap my cardigan around your butt…" Girlfriend said, slightly annoyed. She took off the cardigan and hesitantly handed it to Whitty.

"SHH! God, don't tell everybody about the stain!" Whitty as he quickly tied the pink, flowery cardigan around his waist, hiding the stain. "Little buddies, I forgive you. But come on! Why'd you have to do this to me?" Skid and Pump weren't really listening, as they were too busy practicing the spooky dance. Whitty wiped away a tear but was interrupted when he heard Carol snicker. He looked over at his date.

"What?" She asked, shrugging with a grin on her face. "Come on, that's pretty funny. Like something out of a damn movie or something." Whitty scoffed but still had a small smile.

"Maybe I'll think it's funny in hindsight. But right now? I'm embarrassed! This sucks! Everyone will know!" He said, completely exaggerating. The group laughed as they finally reached the entrance of the church.

Pico was beginning to get annoyed now. People were expecting him and his fake date to be at the church for the Easter service, and here he was, banging on Sunday's room door, waiting for her to come out so they could leave. He stood in the same clothes from the previous night, watching as some people walked past him in their Sunday best. He was getting impatient now, and he knocked loudly on Sunday's door once more.

As he continued to wait for his fake date, he noticed that the two people he met last night were walking down the hall. What were their names? Did he ever learn them? He remembered that the male's name was something like Nova…? Whatever, he could just ask them now that they were walking up. Nova slightly nodded at Pico when he looked up at the ginger.

"Oh, it's this guy. Uh… I forgot his name," Jasmine spoke with a small smile to Pico. Pico let out a small sigh of relief knowing that he wasn't the only one who didn't remember the names. "What was it again? And your dates? I didn't really pay attention last night."

"It's Pico. And my girlfriend is Sunday," He said, leaning against Sunday's room door. He had to be honest with himself: even though it was technically a lie, it was still a weird feeling to actually say the words. Jasmine nodded.

"Ohhhh… I remember now," She said, adjusting her dress. "I'm Jasmine, and my man over here is Nova," Nova slightly nodded again, not saying anything.

"Does he just not talk? I haven't heard him say anything since I met him last night," Pico said, looking over to Jasmine's Boyfriend. He gave Pico a thumbs-up. "Uh, okay, then. You guys going to the church for Easter?" He asked them, figuring that he might as well make small-talk while he waited for Sunday's lazy ass to come out of their room.

Jasmine nodded as she produced a bag of Takis from her purse. Pico noticed it but didn't comment on it. "What the hell does it look like we're doing? I wear this dress only for special occasions," She said firmly, putting a single Taki into her mouth. Nova reached into the bag and popped one in his mouth as well.

"Jesus, my bad. I didn't realize it was that se- Oh shit!" Pico was about to make a stupid comment about Jasmine's tone of voice when referring to her clothing, when the door that Pico was leaning on suddenly swung open, nearly letting him bust ass. Luckily, Sunday pushed him back into balance.

"Fuck! You almost killed me!" Pico spoke, purposefully being over dramatic. He put his hand over his heart and took exaggerated deep breaths. Jasmine laughed softly behind them.

"Well, we're gonna go, so you two can enjoy some quality time together," She giggled as the Latina turned to walk away. Nova waved and followed quickly behind her.

"Oh shut up..." Pico grumbled as he turned to face Sunday behind him. He jumped back a bit when he saw her. They had deeply sunken eyes, the same black dress as the night before, and very messy hair. Pico would never admit this to anybody, but he thought that Sunday really pulled off the messy psycho look. He wouldn't even admit it to himself that he just thought that, but he pushed the thought away before he started to blush or something. He grinned, getting ready to say a stupid joke.

"Don't even think about saying shit," Sunday spoke, their voice deeper and croaky. "I just woke up, and I'm not in the mood," Pico shrugged as Sunday walked back into their room to grab some of her things. Pico watched as she didn't even bother to comb or brush her hair, which made him chuckle a bit.

"Good thing you said something. Otherwise, I would've commented on how you look fucking dead or something. But I didn't say that, thank goodness," Pico said with a shit-eating grin on his face. Sunday glanced at him with an annoyed look, but it faded pretty quickly. Instead, she had a soft smile on her face.

"Haha. That's hilarious, you really crack me up, Pico," She said sarcastically as they walked out of the dorm room and closed the door with a deep sigh. "Okay, let's go." The two began down the hallway, not bothering to check the time to see if they would be late or not.

"Uh, wanna stop for a coffee or something? I'll pay," Pico offered as they walked out of the building to Pico's car. Sunday looked over at him with the same soft smile. Pico noticed that every time he saw her smile, he enjoyed it more.

"Sarv, people are starting to show up," Ruv informed his friend as she hastily put on her nun outfit. Ruv, however, wore the same outfit as always. Sarvente groaned softly as she hid her wings in the outfit."Want me to help out with anything?" He was planning on asking her to hang out but was still trying to decide if he was too scared or not.

"No, Ruv. Thank you, but everything is fine already," She spoke, although her tone of voice betrayed her words. Ruv said nothing, waiting for her to break. "…Fine! You got me! Something's wrong, but I don't know what it is…whatever it is, it is dangerous to normal people like you…? We're gonna have to have a cautious service today," She said as she examined herself in the mirror to make sure that it looked normal. Ruv turned to leave but was stopped when Sarvente didn't shut up.

"Maybe it's something from hell… maybe the demons are coming to drag their ruler back?" She continued, staring into the mirror. "I think I can hold them back long enough for the service… perhaps a good church service could weaken it, whatever is," Her tone was deadly serious. Ruv hadn't heard her talk like this for some time now, but he felt that she was talking too much about something that she didn't even know what it was.

"Uh, Sar-"

"I must deal with this on my own. Don't bother trying to help me, for this is a path I must walk on my own."

"Uh…ok," Ruv deadpanned, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. "It's also time to start the service, so let's go ahead and go, I guess." Sarvente nodded, and the two went out to the chapel.

"Um… will you actually help me? I was being a little dramatic before…" Sarvente said with a nervous laugh. Ruv exhaled through his nose, which was basically his form of laughing.

"Of course, Sarv. I was gonna help you either way," The Russian spoke as they walked out of the room and towards the chapel. "Uh... After the service... I was thinking maybe we could... do something?" Sarvente smiled brightly at him. "Like… a, uh, picnic or something… you know, if you want to."

"Of course! That sounds like fun," She said happily as she put her hand on his shoulder. Ruv tried to force the blush away from his face, but he failed. Sarvente noticed and thought it was pretty cute.

"Well, this sucks," Whitty whispered to the group as they walked into the chapel and stood, waiting to get seats. "I look so stupid with this cardigan on!" Carol accidentally let out a small laugh but quickly shut up.

"It's not… that bad…" Girlfriend said, attempting to make the bomb feel better about the situation. Boyfriend leaned over to her.

"Don't lie to him," He whispered very loudly. Whitty scoffed, offended by Boyfriend's words, even though he knew that Boyfriend had a point.

"Well, it's just… experimental is all," Carol smiled softly at her boyfriend as she put her hand on his arm. Whitty sighed as she did so, feeling a bit better.

"Uh, Whitty? What the fuck are you wearing?" Agoti asked from beside them.

Whitty's good mood was instantly ruined as he heard a familiar voice insulting him. He looked down to the ground, and then at Agoti, Aldryx, and Tabi beside them, already at their seats. Tabi looked like he was about to bust out laughing. Aldryx was already laughing quietly.

"Woah, watch your mouth! We are in church!" Boyfriend said, acting like he was super strict about how to act in a church. The group looked at him like he was stupid (he was).

"Please stop saying stupid shit. It's getting old," Aldryx requested as they scooted over to the group. "Also, don't even pretend like you care. Isn't she a demon?" He motioned to Girlfriend.

"Why are you even in the church? Isn't that like… bad for your health?" Agoti asked, exasperated straightening his tight shirt. Girlfriend raised an eyebrow as they scooted into the row.

"Why would it be bad for my health? I'm not that kind of demon?" She said, confused about why Agoti would say something stupid like that.

"How the hell am I supposed what kind of demons there are? I'm not a damn professor on demons or something," Agoti defended a little loudly. The other people attending the church looked over at him with dirty looks. "Uh, yeah. I'll be quiet."

"It's not that hard, there are only two kinds?" Carol said as if this was common knowledge. Aldryx rolled his eyes. "Tabi should know, he was dating Girlfriend for however long, right?"

Tabi groaned softly at the reminder. "I wish you hadn't said that, because now my entire day has been ruined. Thank you, Carol," The Russian said with an annoyed tone. Carol didn't really care, as she and Whitty sat down. "Can we just change the subject?"

"Well, it seems you've distracted yourself from your ex nicely with Ayana," Agoti said with a smirk on his face. "I've seen you two talking a lot lately. I told you that you should get with her!" Tabi rolled his eyes, but he knew deep down that Agoti wasn't exactly lying. "But yeah, let's talk about Whitty's dumb ass."

"Doesn't matter. It wasn't even my fault! It was Skid and Pump's fault!" Whitty said, almost raising his voice. He quickly quieted down when he received dirty looks as Agoti did. Carol began to look around confused.

"Wait a minute… where did they go?"

"Okay, you've had your expensive-ass coffee, so are we going to church or not?" Pico asked as they drove down the street. Sunday laughed softly as they sipped the expensive-ass coffee that she didn't even pay for, although she did promise to pay Pico back… one day. Pico knew that he would possibly regret buying stuff for Sunday, but they were tired and he didn't want to deal with it.

"Sure, why not? Everyone else will be there, I could totally brag about how my totally real date bought me stuff," Sunday said with a smug look on her face. "They have to treat me extra special today. It's the day named after me!" They joked as Pico slowed down at a stop light.

"I doubt that very much," Pico chuckled as he impatiently tapped his finger on the steering wheel. "Oh, by the way, were you born on a Sunday? I was thinking about that earlier. Is that why it's your name?" Pico glanced over to Sunday after he finished speaking to see what they would say.

"No. I was born on Tuesday, I think. July 2nd," She said, reaching into the backseat of Pico's car and sitting back down with a blanket wrapped around her.

"The hell? Where did that come from?" He asked as the light turned green, and he began to drive once more. Sunday giggled softly at Pico's valid question.

"I think I left it here last night on accident," They said as they leaned the chair back to get in a quick nap. Pico snickered.

"Seriously? Don't let anyone else know that your blanket was in my car, or I'll never hear the end of their immature-ass jokes," The ginger laughed as they began to near the church. Sunday chuckled, laying her head back, then immediately began to snore as soon as she closed her eyes. "How the hell...? You just drank coffee, how did you already pass out?" Pico snatched the blanket off of his passenger and tossed it back to where it once was. Sunday groaned loudly, using what little strength they had to smack Pico's shoulder. It didn't do much damage, but it did amuse Pico.

"I hate you. We're breaking up, I can't do this anymore," She said annoyed with a hint of amusement. She kept her eyes shut and continued to lie down. "You're too toxic, I think we need to see other people. For both of our benefit." Pico grinned.

"Well, that sucks. How will I ever go on living without the loveliest person ever as my significant other?" Pico asked dramatically, placing his free hand on his heart. "Woe is me, I can't go on like this. Who else will make me listen to shitty music, and buy them expensive coffee just for it to be wasted? Will you ever find it in your heart to take me back?"

"No."

"Well fuck you then!" Pico laughed, causing Sunday's annoyed attitude to fade away. Neither of them could really recall the last time they laughed or smiled that hard. Sunday decided that she did actually like spending time with Pico more than she had anticipated, and a small part of her hoped that he had mutual feelings. She then noticed that these thoughts are sort of strange, and quickly pushed them away. Sunday noticed that her cheeks were heating up a bit, and knew that they were probably turning red, as well. She desperately hoped that Pico wouldn't notice.

"Well, we're finally fucking here," Pico sighed with relief as he parked. He got out of the car more quickly than Sunday was expecting. She ended up taking their sweet time getting out. Pico was impatiently sharpening a knife when Sunday had gotten out of the car.

"How did you get bored so fast? I couldn't have made you wait for more than…30 seconds," Sunday asked, confused. Pico shrugged.

"I'm just too fast. You never see me coming," He joked as he put away the weapon. "Do you think that they've started already? I bet that they'll go all quiet and start staring at us, like how we did with Boyfriend at the Garcello thing." Sunday laughed softly as they walked through the parking lot towards the church.

"They have to. It's pretty much guaranteed. It'll probably be because people are still surprised that we're together," She said, before realizing what it was that she said. Pico quickly glanced at her. "You know, fake together. You know what I meant," They said quickly. Pico simply jokingly side-eyed Sunday, not saying a word. "What? What are you doing?"

"What? Nothing? I believe you, honestly. You just misspoke," He said with a bit of a sarcastic tone. Sunday groaned.

"I don't think you believe me. What was the side-eye for?" They asked as she crossed her arms. Pico raised his hands in defense.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I said I believed you. Are my words not enough?" The ginger asked, pretending to be offended.

"Oh shut up," Sunday laughed, softly shoving Pico. The two made silly jokes with each other until they finally entered the church. As soon as they opened the chapel doors, Sarvente's sermon went silent, everyone turning to the duo that had just entered.

"Called it," Pico whispered. Sunday nodded as they went to sit in the nearest seats near the back of the chapel.

"Look at them, they're so adorable..." Carol whispered to Whitty quietly as they turned to look back at Sunday and Pico from their seats. In front of them, Sarvente began to resume her sermon.
"Did Pico buy that coffee for her…?" Whitty had to calm Carol down before she squealed too loudly and attracted attention to them.

"I think your excitement about Sunday and Pico dating is starting to get out of hand," Whitty whispered back as they watched Pico whisper something to Sunday, and the two laughed quietly together. Carol squealed quietly with a wide grin on her face.

"Be quiet, Pisser," Carol said smugly beside him. Whitty smirked as well, before someone interrupted. Agoti and Aldryx snickered softly from beside them. Whitty tried his best not to bitch-slap Agoti and Aldryx, as he didn't want Carol to see him acting stupid. Sarvente seemed to have heard their whispering and raised her voice slightly.

"Now, those who have not yet accepted Christ into their hearts, I ask that you please come up to the stage and do so. I will be here to guide you as you complete the process..." She spoke, glancing around the room.

"Should we go up there? I feel like that'd be weird since... you know," Boyfriend asked Girlfriend, rubbing the back of his neck. Girlfriend laughed softly as she shook her head.

Some of the guests began to stand up, scooting out of their spots and walking towards the stage. Carol had decided that she and Whitty should try it out, and he went along with it. Tabi and Agoti followed simply because they were bored.

"What the hell is Whitty wearing?" Sunday asked quietly as they watched him walk towards Sarvente on the stage. "That cardigan does not go with his suit at all." Pico snickered, watching the cardigan sway.

"Since when are you so big on fashion? You literally are wearing the same thing from last night," Pico smirked on Sunday. She was too tired to smack him again, so she just rolled her eyes.

"Hey, look." Pico tapped Sunday's thigh. Pico moved his hand away too quickly for her to react to it, but she would definitely be thinking about that little gesture later that day. Pico pointed over to Whitty, and Sunday noticed that Tabi and Agoti slightly sped up to be right behind him.

"Hey, " Agoti got Tabi's attention by slightly hitting his arm. Tabi looked over at his friend. "Watch this..." Agoti stepped forward, placing his foot down on the cardigan sleeve that was slightly dragging on the floor. The cardigan wrapped around Whitty's waist loosened and fell to the floor. Whitty stopped dead in his tracks at the base of the stage where everyone could see the Coke stain on his pants. Tabi and Agoti had to use all of their willpower to not bust out laughing. Carol gasped slightly.

"Ew, what the hell is on his pants?" Pico thought out loud. Emphasis on loud. Sarvente shot Pico a glare, before returning her gaze to the tall bomb in front of her. Whitty had a very depressed look on his face, knowing that he had no dignity anymore. He knew that his height meant that everyone could see the Coke stain, and Pico's comment made it worse. He took a deep breath and turned around.

"Ok... I can explain..." Whitty began. "It's just Coke..." Everyone in the church scoffed in disgust, some even beginning to get up to leave. Whitty knew that he couldn't get out of this, so he picked up Carol and ran out of the church. She was giggling softly as he ran.

"Sorry about that 'Pisser' joke I made..." She said as Whitty ran out of the church, sort of regretting making a joke at her boyfriend's expense.

"Don't be!" Whitty said, giving her a small smile as they ran to her car. "It was pretty funny."

"I didn't think he actually pissed his pants..." Tabi laughed as he watched Whitty and Carol escape the church. Agoti held his sides as he laughed.

"Wanna get outta here? I don't think any church service could live up to what just happened," Sunday said as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, ready to nap again.

"Sure. Let's go get something to eat, all the stuff about Coke made me hungry," He laughed at his dumb joke as he stood up, and softly kicked Sunday's leg. She groaned as she got up. "Don't get all sleepy on me, I didn't waste all that fucking money on coffee for it to not wake you up." Sunday laughed quietly as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Whatever, just waste some more fucking money on food for us," She said smugly as Pico groaned. The two turned and left the church. As they approached the exit, the door quickly opened, revealing a tall, purple demon that neither Pico nor Sunday really liked.

Daddy Dearest.

"Well well, if it isn't the adorable couple. I didn't expect to see you two here this morning," The demon spoke smoothly, glaring down at the two. Pico snickered a bit at the irony.

"I'm surprised that you're here. Aren't demons supposed to stay away from churches?" Pico asked as Sunday stayed silent, wrapping their arm around Pico's, almost like it made her feel safer. Daddy Dearest laughed.

"Please, this church isn't enough to even affect me. Who do you think I am? Some weak demon?" He asked rhetorically, flashing a toothy grin.

"Do you want me to actually answer you? I don't think you'd like that very much," Pico replied, trying to ignore Sunday's gesture because he knew that if he thought about it too much, it would distract him.

Daddy Dearest snickered. "You got some balls, kid. A big fucking mouth, but that's tolerable," He spoke as he crossed his arms. "Hey, I have a job coming up... I know what you like, and I think this job would suit you. As you both know, the fair is coming up soon, and our school will be playing there. It's out of town this year. I know Sunday will be playing, and I assume you'll be there to support her. The job I have for you will be… around that time. I thought you'd be interested." Pico shook his head.

"Sorry, I'm not really feeling like doing a 'job' right now," The ginger spoke, trying to move past the demon. "Especially not while my girlfriend is being a badass on stage. I don't want to miss that for some 'job,'" Sunday didn't know why, but she could feel herself starting to blush.

"Consider it, is all I'm saying. It pays very well, and I know that you like money. Why don't you sleep on it?" Daddy Dearest requested although it felt like more of a demand to Pico. Pico and Sunday finally scooted past the demon and began towards the car.

"Sure, I'll definitely do that!" Pico lied, although he wouldn't forget this offer if he were to change his mind. He found it a bit odd that he was actually considering what Sunday would think if he were to accept the offer. He knew that it would definitely impact his choice. He sighed softly as he got in the car. Sunday looked over.

"That was pretty cool of you," They said with a soft smile towards Pico. "I don't think you should take it, anyways. Double D is a big asshole and he probably would've ripped you off if you took that job." Pico nodded with a sigh. Despite all this, the lure of money was still in his mind.

"I didn't care about that, I was being serious when I said I wanted to see you play. You're always so fucking cool in stage," The ginger said with a laugh as he started his car. This made Sunday blush deeper. Pico noticed her blush but said nothing.

More and more people began to leave, and soon, it was just Sarvente and Ruv left in the chapel.

Ruv sat on the base of a statue of Jesus as he watched Sarvente struggle to get people to stay. They all seemed to think that the church service was over. When everyone had cleared out, Sarvente angrily walked over to Ruv. He looked at her with a deadpan expression. She saw his face and began to calm down a bit. The fake nun took a deep breath.

"That didn't go as planned..." She said softly, to which Ruv exhaled out of his nose. Sarvente knew that this was his form of laughing, other than actively saying that something was funny. This rarely ever happened, however. "At least now I can search for the being that we were talking about earlier."

"Yeah. I forgot about that," Ruv spoke, not moving from his slouched position. Sarvente began to pace back and forth on the stage.

"What could it even be?" She thought out loud as Ruv pulled out a homemade knife and played around with it.

Just then, a faint crash could be heard from the sacristy. Ruv's head perked up, and he stood up, standing in front of Sarvente with his knife in hand. The two quietly crept towards where the sound seemed to be coming from: inside of a closet. Ruv reached for the doorknob with his free hand and quickly opened the door. Sarvente yelped prematurely, hiding behind Ruv. When she looked, she saw that the closet appeared to have nothing but her clothing.

"Oh. There's nothing," She said with a nervous laugh as her shoulders relaxed.

"Yeah, and you yelled in my ear for no reason," Ruv said with a slightly sarcastic tone. Sarvente knew that he was joking, but they would have to work on his delivery, if he would he making jokes in public.

Suddenly, two figures popped out of the clothing, jumping towards Ruv and Sarvente.

"BOO!" The two figures yelled, Sarvente screamed, jumping and wrapping her legs around Ruv as a child would do. The jump scare didn't seem to affect Ruv, but having Sarvente jump on him like that definitely helped with that. He immediately pinned the two figures down, having his knife ready to strike.

The two didn't seem to care about the danger they were in, having a giggle fit. Ruv put away his knife when he saw that it was just the two kids: Skid and Pump.

"We got you two!" Skid said as they slowly got up. "We spooked you!" Skid and Pump began to do their dance once more.

"Seriously? He could've killed you!l Sarvente said, trying to be stern, but it didn't seem to work, as the two kids were better than her ability to be stern.

"Aw, they're fine," Ruv said, reaching down to par the two boys as they happily danced. Sarvente nearly fell off of his back, but he made sure that she didn't.

"How did they get in here, though?" Sarvente asked, climbing down from Ruv to stand on her own. Ruv shrugged before a rumble could be heard from one of the bedrooms.? "Wait… this is the same feeling that I had earlier…" Ruv nodded as Skid and Pump hid behind Sarvente. They decided to do the smart thing and investigate.

As they continued through the church halls, Ruv began to realize that the rumbling had been coming from his bedroom. He motioned for the Sarvente and the two kids to stay behind him as he slowly began to open the door, and what he saw was not at all what he expected.

The room in front of him had gone dark except for a large red pentagram that seemed to be glowing on his floor. In the center of the pentagram, the floor began to crack open. Ruv glanced over to Sarvente.

"What are you looking at me for? I don't know what this is," She said, watching in awe as two figures began to rise out of the floor in the center of the pentagram. Ruv got out a second knife, keeping them both ready to use. Skid and Pump were trying to run into the room, but Sarvente had to forcefully hold them back. Everything in Ruv's room began to rise off of the floor, revolving around the two figures that were still rising out of the pentagram which was glowing brighter and brighter.

Finally, everything that was floating fell to the ground, and the glowing pentagram seemed to dim, although there were burn marks in place of the pentagram. Standing on the pentagram were two kids, one about Ruv and Sarvente's age, the other a few years younger. The taller boy had a smug look on his face, while the other looked unimpressed.

"You really don't know what's going on? These two look just like you, and there was also a pentagram. Look, that one even has horns," Ruv said, pointing at the tall male while looking at Sarvente once more. She shrugged.

"If anything, they look more like you," She said, seeing a lot of Ruv's features in whoever these two were.

"More friends!" Skid and Pump yelled, beginning to do their spooky dance near Ruv's leg. He seemed to be more focused on the two random kids in his room.

"Hell yes! It worked!" Spoke the taller male, as he adjusted his rose-colored sweater. "We went back in time! I'm so badass. " He said very proudly. The shorter female beside him didn't seem to give a shit.

"I think you went back too far... look at how young they are. They're like you're age," said the girl as she put her hands in her grey hoodie pockets. "So, Selever, can we go now? We already saw that you can travel through time and space." The taller male, Selever, scoffed.

"Fuck that, I wanna talk to them for a second. Lighten up, Rasazy," He said, walking past his gloomy companion, and up to Ruv. Ruv looked down at the random kid who was just a few inches shorter.

"Um, do we know you?" Sarvente asked, walking into the room to examine Selever and Rasazy.

"Don't tell them," Rasazy hissed to Selever. "I know that you were about to." Selever rolled his eyes,

"You don't know shit. I was not going to tell them because I'm not a fucking idiot," He said, sticking his tongue out at the girl. She simply chuckled. Selever turned back to the four.

"Language, please!" Sarvente requested as she listened to Selever's lack of respect for the church.

"Yeah yeah, whatever," He dismissively waved his hand at Sarvente, who pouted behind Ruv. "Uh... No, you don't know us. But! We're just stopping by for a little experiment," He pointed at Ruv.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"None of your damn bu-"

"It's Ruv,"

Ruv looked back at Sarvente with a deadpan look.

"Oh. I didn't think you were going that route. Sorry," She said with a sheepish smile. Ruv couldn't stay annoyed for long. He sighed, turning back to Selever.

"Why would you ask that? It's obviously them," Rasazy muttered beside him.

"Hey, look at this!" Selever said sarcastically as he held up his middle finger to the girl. Ruv and Rasazy exhaled through their noses at the same time.

"Woah... what is that?" Skid asked as he examined Selever's hand. Selever jumped slightly.

"Shit! Where did you even come from?" He asked, looking down at Skid.

"We were always here?" Pump said from beside Rasazy. She let out a high-pitched squeal, jumping to Selever. They both nearly fell over. Sarvente couldn't help but giggle softly, watching the two.

"Okay, haha, fun times," Ruv said sarcastically, waving his hands. "You can get out of my room, now."

"Fine, Jesus. Or, wait, shit... I'm not supposed to say his name like that. Whatever. We're leaving," Selever said, going to stand in the middle of the pentagram burned into the floor. Rasazy followed suit.

"What's wrong with these guys? They have no respect for the church!" Sarvente whispered to Ruv. He didn't answer, motioning for Skid and Pump to stand behind him once more as Selever began to whisper something. A few seconds passed, and nothing happened.

"Uh, today would be fine with me," Rasazy said, raising an eyebrow at her brother.

"I'm trying! It's not working..." He went silent, before beginning to whisper ominously once more. The pentagram began to faintly glow for a few seconds before it went dim.

"Fuck! I can't do it!" Selever said, taking deep breaths. Rasazy groaned, putting her hands to her face.

"Well, we can't stay here! Not with them!" She motioned to the church duo, one of whom seemed offended, and the other who didn't give two shits.

"Well, you'd better suck it up, because we might have to for a little bit," Selever said smugly, sticking his tongue out once more.

"Woah, who said you could stay here? I don't even stay here," Ruv said, referring to his dorm with Boyfriend. "She doesn't either. I don't think she'll let you stay here, either."

"Yeah, if you need a place to stay, you could stay at the campus!" Sarvente said happily, willing to help out these two random kids.

"Ex- wait, what?" Ruv didn't expect that she would volunteer Ruv for help out two strangers whom he didn't really care for at the moment.

"What? If you're worried about the plans we made, don't worry, we're still doing that," She said softly as she put her hand Ruv's tense shoulder. It immediately relaxed.

He thought for a moment before sighing.

"Ah, they're in that stage of their relationship," Selever thought out loud, with a little smirk on his face. Rasazy shook her head, although she wasn't able to hide her smile.

Ruv and Sarv looked over, confused. Selever cleared his throat and looked away, pretending he didn't say anything.

"So, uh, what's this I hear about a dorm that we can stay in?" Selever asked, rubbing his hands together.

"You're not staying with me," Ruv rolled his eyes. Sarvente lightly smacked his arm.

"Don't be rude! There's enough room in your dorm!" She said as she looked over to the two. "Maybe he could explain to us how they got here, and who they are?"

"Sure. That won't be weird at all," Rasazy mumbled.