WPCA - Welcome to Hell, Enjoy Your Stay Prt 7

As Beast, Sniper and Demon exited the pub, which was more a run-down shabby establishment for the mentally insane (it said so on the sign), they ran into a DemonicHoard. Oh, it could be said that this hoard was a single person with many selves, which could be true, but the reality was his original name was Demonic. He only became a hoard after a very badly done exercise in cloning. The problem stemming from the fact that they all thought and said the same thing at the same time. And there were about fifty of them.

"Oh...oh God," Demon said, smelling the smell to end all smells. "What is that?"

"What is what?" asked Sniper, who, as per his usual idiosyncratic self was off in something less like reality.

Beast was wrinkling his nose (more like wrinkling the area in his face where a nose may have been, but the fur was shaggy enough to make it so the telling of whether there was a nose or not became difficult).

"I think the smell in question is them," Beast said at length.

The army of three faced off against the DemonicHoard of fifty. The glazed over red eyes seemed to penetrate their very souls, hungering, thirsting for blood. Demon actually began to wonder if this might be the end of his life. That he might die here today at the hands of one of these freaks. But he was saved... As a boy in a monkey suit yelling "DKFAN SMASH!" came whirling through the hoard spinning like a cyclone. The hoard, distracted from its stare-down of Demon and Co. turned toward the kid and began to move like zombies (which they may have been).

"Run!" Demon yelled, and ran.

Beast followed. Sniper stood there picking his nose. Demon and Beast got a fair ways away when Beast turned, then asked, "What about Sniper?"

"He'll be fine. Let's get out of here."

And they did.