(Lol I just wrote it down once you gave it to me.)

She smiles, releasing the breath she didnt know she had been holding.

(Oh xD Well you're not going to need it ever again, sooo)

For a moment, nothing happened. Ironhorses raspy breathing echoed off the metal walls, filling the box with the smell of smoke. Puck coughed and muttered something under his breath. The doors swooshed shut. The lights dimmed, the music ceased, and a large white button shimmered into existence, marked with a bold 29.5.

She took another deep breath, "Here we go." She pressed the button.


(Oh well, I used it for sketches afterwords so I didnt mind :)

(Oh okay :3)

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened with a cheerful ding. They peered out at a long, brightly lit hallway with numerous doors lining its walls and gray tiles leading to single door at the very end. In the air there was a faint buzz, a sharp tingle just below their skin. It was obvious Puck and Ironhorse could feel it, too.

They inched down the corridor, Puck in front and Ironhorse bringing up the rear. Around them, their footsteps echoed in the silence. They passed doors without hesitation, knowing they were the wrong ones. The buzzing was getting louder the closer they got to the end of the hall.

Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword, her body tense.

Then, they were at the last door, and Puck leaned against it, putting his ear to the wood. I dont hear anything, he mouthed at them, and pointed to the handle. Shall we?

She nods, her hand tightening around her sword.

Puck reached down and freed his daggers and carefully turned the handle.

The door swung forward with a creak, and a waft of frigid air hit them in the face. Someone had cranked the AC down to like zero degrees; the room was a freezer box as they stepped inside.

A dozen or so humans in expensive business suits sat around a long, U-shaped table in the center of the floor. From the looks of it, they had interrupted a business meeting, for they all turned and stared at the trio with various degrees of annoyance and confusion. At the end of the table, a swivel chair sat with its back to them, hiding the speaker or CEO or whoever was in charge.

"Reminds me of every horror and thriller film." She whispers to Puck, staring at the head chair.

"Oh, why dont you stick around, my dear." The buzzing, high-pitched voice echoed around the room. At the front of the table, the figure swiveled the chair around to face them, smiling. She wore a neon-green business suit, radioactive-blue lipstick, and bright yellow glasses above a thin, sneering face. Her hair, a myriad of computer cables, was bound atop her head in a colorful mockery of a bun. She held the scepter in green-nailed hands, like a queen observing her subjects.

"VIRUS!" Ironhorse boomed.

"No need to shout, old man. Im right here." Virus put her heels on the table and regarded them smugly. "Ive been waiting for you, girl. Looking for this, are you?" She lifted her arm. The Scepter of the Seasons pulsed a strange, sickly green light through her fingers. Virus bared her teeth in a smile. "I was expecting the girl and her clown to come sniffing after it, but I never expected the honorable Ironhorse to turn on us. Tsk-tsk." She shook her head. "Loyalty is so overrated these days. How the mighty have fallen."

"YOU DARE ACCUSE ME?" Ironhorse stalked forward, smoke drifting from his mouth and nostrils. "YOU ARE THE BETRAYER, WHO FOLLOWS THE COMMANDS OF THE FALSE KING. YOU ARE THE ONE WHO HAS FALLEN."

"Dont be so melodramatic," Virus sighed. "As usual, you have no idea what is really going on. You think I want to follow the wheezings of an obsolete monarch? I want that even less than you. When he put me in charge of stealing the scepter, I knew that was the last command I would ever follow. Poor Tertius, believing I was still loyal to his false king. The gullible fool handed me the scepter without a second thought." She smiled at them, fierce and terrible. "Now, I have the Scepter of the Seasons. I have the power. And if the false king wants it, hell have to take it from me by force."