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When H told Caelius to go occupy himself, the good doctor probably meant something like 'please go stick your head into that cube of hair gel and entertain me as I watch you suffocate'. What even he failed to guess was the third variable in an already unsolvable equation of two.

"Red." The Death lead was surprisingly civil. That was pretty much as far as he got in terms of the word civil. However, even he would have to think twice before attacking in front of so many. They could wage a small battle, right here, right now, they might even win at a very low probability, but the damages from repairing an already tenuous relationship between Halloween and Deus would be irreplaceable. To some degree, Hunters were still supposed to save Humans, and that included politics with the opposing side to prevent more disastrous forces, for example the Horsemen, from rising into power.

"Your infection has treated you well." Again, the keyword here was civil, but he was already moving towards her, the strains of their so-called relationship, from when she had taken his weapon and damaged his pride so taut, a single whisper, a single movement out of place could easily snap what semblance of civility he had remaining. "Since you seem to have reinstated your position as part of the Boogeymen forces, as the lead in charge of Halloween interrogation and investigation, I request a moment of your time." A pause. "I insist, I am sure us being informed it would decrease any tensions and miscommunication in the future."

It was as much a threat as a challenge.

The doctor's face remained blank as the newcomer's stated their business and proceeded to dismiss him and the other hunters. It was only when Caelius made his little request that the man's mouth twitched up until expression filled his features once more. "Ah...but of course," he answered smoothly. "I admit, since it was humans, several of our own sadly, who engineered this abomination of a science experiment, we felt it our responsibility to clean-up after them. Particularly since we were the ones capable of discovering this Wonder Park's existence in the first place." He tsked softly under his breath, "The Boogeymen are such important allies to Deus Ex Machina, after all, and we'd hate to overtask your abilities...such as they are."

The female in the purple cloak had stepped back respectfully when Red had approached, but stiffened at his tone, pulling herself up until she towered over him. "Yes, how charitable of you to clean-up your own messes, especially since you won't be getting a single thing from your efforts other than our continued good will."

In the background, Caelius and Red looked like they were declaring handbags at dawn upon each other, but the rest ignored the conflict either out of respect or a healthy amount of self-preservation. Except H, who simply hoped one would just kill the other for good this time.

As tensions rose between the Hunters and Boogeymen, a strangled voice coughed in the silence, causing them all to turn and stare at Dwight who manfully didn't wet himself in terror. "Um...so, I don't suppose you guys have found a scruffy guy running around the park? Answers to the name Mark? Or uh...Tony, I guess?"

At that moment he was extremely grateful that they were surrounded by witness because boss smiled at him in a way that pleasantly described all the many ways he was planning on killing Dwight and making it last. "Oh...yes, there was a hunter doing some undercover work. But I'm sure he's fine," the doctor insisted firmly, "...we'll collect him on our way out."

The demon's laughter rolled darkly through the clearing, her teeth flashing sharply, "Oh, actually I believe we did find someone matching that description." She snapped her fingers and two Boogeymen stepped forward, one short and fae-like the other taller and reptilian. Between them they carried the slumped figure of Mark, aka Tony Stark.

"a*****e gave us a lot trouble," the smaller one griped, "...he took out Gordo and Beezlewart by doing something stupid but kind of cool in a way that I really resent."

The larger one nodded sagely and then dropped Mark on the ground.

"And he had all these pockets we had to check through, with tons of s**t in them. Now..." the smaller one continued, "I won't say that I stuck my hand up his butt and checked in there too, but I will say..." it reached down and patted Mark's bottom fondly, "...that he has a really nice a**." Later Mark would find a little crown symbol along with the text Prinny wuz here written on his a** in sharpie.

The purple Boogeyman's expression had grown a bit pinched during this little show, but finally she just turned to the doctor and said, "You're little stray has been found and relieved of anything that may cause out treaty to fall apart." She smiled again, "You're welcome. Now I'm sure you have much to do elsewhere, so I'll allow you to get to it."

"But of course," the doctor bit out pleasantly, "...it's always such a pleasure dealing with your people. We'll have to do it again sometime." And with that the doctor turned away, gesturing for the hunters to collect the Death Assistant (now groaning awake right as Dwight was about to administer CPR) and return to the ship and helicopters respectively.

The Boogeyman, in turn, also began to scramble, working on searching and destroying any remaining evidence on the island. A squad of reapers being to seek out respawning creatures and begin to steadily usher them all into a world they had never known existed. A world where they would no longer be attractions or creatures.

The inhabitants of Wonder Park were about to begin a new life, one where would be considered people.