A Hectic House

Never Getting A Break

The group popped up in the living room and a few of the egos who had been kidnapped stumbled but quickly recovered. Mark rushed beside Jack and hugged him, glad his friend was okay. The Google Units took Die to the basement and used a bike chain to hook the demon to the wall so he couldn't disappear.

When the Androids came back upstairs and closed the door they drifted over to Chase and scanned the room. "There are normals here."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the group of teens. Both Chase and Anti frowned.

"You're the ass hat who called me an elf," Anti giggled pointing at the fat one of the four.

"That's because you are an elf," the boy got to his feet and folded his arms, the others following suit.

"I am not!" Anti shrieked and his body jumped about spastically.

Dark gently set a hand on his shoulder and his glitching slowed down slightly and he simply glared at the teen.

"Who even are you dudes?" Bing frowned.

"Why should we tell you?" The ginger teen folded his arms.

"So we know who's brains we're blowing out," Wilford grinned and clicked the safety off his gun.

Jameson flapped his arms wildly and shook his head, the mad man sighed and put the safety back on, putting his gun back in his trousers. "We want to know your names because you are in our home," Dark said.

"How did we even get here?" The black haired teen asked.

"Let's not worry about the finer details," Wilford waved his hands about before settling them on his hips. "Now, names."

"Or we could just send them back to South Park," Mark said loudly causing most of them to roll their eyes. "What did I say?"

"Mark, we understand you have a very thick head but look around the room," Dark sighed, irritated. "There are at least sixteen of one person and possibly ten of another person, we cannot simply send them home."

"Oh," Mark bit his lips together and Jack smiled at his stupidity, patting his shoulder gently. "Then what do we do?"

"Send us home and not scoop out our eyes," the fat boy eyed The Host who's eyebrows knit together.

"The Host frowns at the fat little shit who has intruded with his friends into the Mansion and lets the tub of lard know if he continues to mock The Host's appearance he too will join Die in the basement," he narrated before continuing to mutter quietly to himself.

The boy opened his mouth to retort but Dark cut him off. "Do not push your luck."

He closed his mouth and folded his arms, glaring at the floor. There was a knock at the door and Mark and Jack headed to the door, the egos ushering the teens into the kitchen with Chase, Marvin and Bing to see if they could talk any information out of them.

Mark pulled open the door and someone collapsed onto him, he stumbled slightly put gripped the brown haired man's shoulders and gasped once seeing his face. "Thomas Sanders?"

"And others!" Another Thomas in a black and green costume with a curled moustache popped up and Mark jumped back, dropping Thomas. "Oh there he goes."

"Well done," a Thomas with a purple shirt, a black short cape, a black bowler hat and half his face being snake scales appeared in the doorway, his yellow gloved hands folded in front of him. "We pushed him to the brink of collapsing but you dropped him."

"Oh shut up," another Thomas walked in, shoving the snake Thomas out of the doorway, this version of him had dark eyeshadow under his eyes, paler skin than the other two, a purple ripped shirt and a purple and black hoodie. "Where's Anti and Dark at?"

"Virgil!" Anti giggled from the sofa and the purple Thomas walked over, sitting beside the two demons casually and the other two Thomas' joined him.

"Chase my fellow dad where are you?" In bounded another Thomas with a light blue polo shirt with black rimmed glasses and a grey cardigan tied around his shoulders, he dragged in a Thomas almost identical, they had the same glasses and same type of polo but instead of a cardigan he wore a blue striped tie and his polo was black.

"Where is my favourite magician?" The last Thomas glided in and kicked the door shut, he wore a white prince's suit and a red sash.

"Marvin and Chase are in the kitchen," Google Yellow stated. "But I don't think Chase wants any visitors right now Patton so you should wait with us."

"Why not?" The one with the cardigan, presumably Patton, frowned.

"Did someone call my name?" Chase stepped out the kitchen and froze seeing the new faces, he turned to go back into the kitchen but the one with the moustache appeared in front of him.

"Say Chase, did you get a hair cut?" He chuckled.

"Leave him alone Remus," Google Blue snapped.

He held up his hands and Chase, who's face had long gone red, ducked under his arms and hid inside the kitchen.

"I'll go talk to him-er her," Patton made a face and let go of the one with the tie and skipped into the kitchen.

"What is happening?" Jack exclaimed.

"Oh yeah, we didn't tell you about the Sander Sides," Bim shrugged and the prince sat beside him, offering a friendly smile.

"No, you didn't!" Mark cried. "Who even are all of you?"

"The one with the bowler hat is Deceit, the moustache one is Remus, the prince is Roman, the robot like one talking with Google about stuff is Logan, the purple one is Virgil and the one in the kitchen is Patton," Jackie explained from where he was hanging upside down by the living room light, his legs folded around the chandelier like design.

"Jackie, get down!" Silver placed his hands on his hips and frowned up at his friend.

"Here in the Mansion living room there is an argument between Silver Jim and Red Jim, I wonder who will win, tune in later for the result," Reporter Jim said into his Camera Jim's camera which he seemed to have gotten back.

"It's not an argument," Jackie rolled his eyes and unhooked his legs from around the metal, softly landing beside Silver. "I'm just getting comfortable now that we're home, I was in a tank for four days."

"In a tank?" Roman frowned and adjusted his posture on the couch. "Care to elaborate?"

"It's a long story," Jackie flopped onto a bean bag and pulled his knees to his chest. "And we're pretty tired."

"Then rest, I will tell them what happened and those who were captured and harmed may rest," Google Red said. "I do not know the entire story but I'm sure you will add in the gory details later."

"I'm going with Jamie," Wilford stated and took the mute by the hand, pulling him up the stairs and was soon followed by the majority of the egos, Dark saying he'd fix Anti's bandages and be right back.

"We'll go back to my place and we'll be back tomorrow," Mark said as Thomas was leaning against him. "Please keep everyone in the house."

Google Blue glared at his creator. "Are you implying we let Chase and the others get abducted and hurt."

Mark cleared his throat. "I didn't mean it like that."

"It sure sounded like it," Silver growled before getting up and going upstairs.

He opened his mouth but Jack rested a hand on his shoulder and shook his head and pushed him out the door. "We'll be back tomorrow."

"The Irish man should be your spokes person, he's much better at it!" Remus yelled after him.

Mark stuck his middle finger up at him and snapped the door shut, heading to his car.