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Apollyon was walking the streets on a late and lonesome night, trying to hide away from his assistants and his duties, knowing very well that 42 was probably worried sick. Bah, let them worry, they'll just bury me in paperwork once I get back... As he was watching the surprisingly beautiful starlit sky, he was trying to figure out a way to punish his little minion if he catched up to him before he got the chance to have some fun. Maybe have him nagotiate with the mob for him? He hated that. Just the thought was enough to put a wide smirk over his face









Meanwhile, the stressed little assistant was running the streets, trying to find his boss and master. So far he'd searched through most his favourite clubs and bars, all with no luck. How he hated those places. So loud and noisy, full off both the rude and drunk. Wy did he keep doing this this to him? When had he ever failed him? Well, of course, other than interrupting his endless flirts a little once in a while. But he was just doing his job. And his boss ought to do the same. He decided to try the route by the river. He knew far too well how he liked to creep out innocent by-passers. A lot of the times, he was that oh so unexpecting by-passer. Something he just never got used of. It was a pretty night thou, and he enjoyed the fresh air so. Just not the thought of getting muggled by some random crooks.

The devil soon felt as if his follower was getting close. Or maybe it wasn't him? But it was someone, and they were catching up on him, he knew it. Already? I haven't even had the tiniest fling or even a scare... Maybe I could ask him to go home? No, he'll tell on me... Better hide then. Polly crawled up a big oak, hiding on a thick branch, covered in leaves. There he could hear everything, eventhou he didn't see much. He head the footsteps comming closer. Several of them. From both directions. Maybe it's just civilians? Maybe... Maybe I can have some fun before he gets here, heheh...

The assistant was starting to feel the chill of the night creep in, and still no sign of the master. Maybe he should head back? Surely, he'd be back again by the morning. No harm done, right? Then again, he wouldn't want to anger his brother. Not that he would hurt the messenger, but the boss didn't take scolds too well, and in the end, he'd be the one taking the beating. Sometimes he couldn't help but to think he was more of a nanny.

He heard footstepts further down there road. It sounded like more than one carou. Could it still be the boss? Oh geez, that means he's got company... then he'll punish me for sure if I interrupt him. Unless... Maybe it's some others? Maybe it's not him at all! Maybe... What if they're mugglers? Maybe they'll hurt me! 42 started pacing up, worried as he was.

Polly listened to the two below. Or actually, he was only listening to one, considering the other hadn't spoken a word. Scared, eh? Let me help you with that... But suddenly it got quiet. Far too quiet. But if he listened closely, he could hear something in the tree.

Damn! Is he with them!? Way of spoiling my fun, mister... The mob it is then. Could it be so that 42 had been sneaking around with some new friends? How odd, the guy didn't actually seem to have any friends normally. He must've warned them then. No, he wasn't going to let him ruin his night out just like that. Surely, he could give the nervous wreck a little heart attack before he dragged him back to his hell. He closed his eyes, listening to the interrupter's breath, then he poked his head out between the leaves and hissed at them, with a smile wider than a canyon.
"You caught me, sheriff, now what'cha gonna do when I come for you?"
What the...! THAT'S NOT HIM! Who the hell is...? WHAT!? But as surprised as he was, he managed to keep calm enough to only raise an eyebrow at his little surprise.

The assistant heard a voice now. It sounded pretty nervous. Oh please don't be criminals, please, please, please... But when he finally got close enough to see them, there was only one. Huh, that's odd. Could've sworn I heard the footsteps of atleast two just a moment ago... Then he saw a slight movement in the tree. Oh no you won't!

He walked up to the lonesome bunny, forgetting for a moment how tough he looked, and was just about to warn him when he heard his master's voice, chilling down his spine. Eyes widened and unable to move for a moment, then he started looking around, but he couldn't see him anywhere. Was his mind playing tricks on him? He sure hoped so.

It touched him. IT. TOUCHED. HIM. Poor Polly almost freaked out for a moment there. Nobody ever touched him. ever. Not even his workers, or his clients. He was usually the one touching others. Stroaking the ladies like a true creeper, licking lonely people in the ear when they weren't looking, throwing things at his workers... Atleast they never touched him first. He really didn't know what to do. Then, suddenly, he saw a familiar face.

The little worker, startled by the sudden screaming, turned over to run and hide. Never to late to go back! He's on his own now, wherever he is! Then suddenly, he heard his master again.
"HEY! Where are YOU going!?"
"Sire! I-I-I... I didn't see you there, I... I just-"
"Oh shut it you. If you're just gonna stutter, don't bother. You owe me an apology thou. I was starting to think you were in trouble somewhere. What on earth took you so long?"
"I'm sorry, sire, I... I guess I was looking in the wrong places, and then-"
"Fair enough. Aslong as you don't get him in a bad mood, 'cause then you know what's commin' for ya."

The fox stood there silently for a moment, still a bit worried the strangers might try to kill him. In a way, he almost doubted his master would protect him. At the least, he might let him think he'd leave him to die, just to teach him a lesson. He just hoped it would be the later. Actually, he hoped even more that they were just old friends of his or something.

"So... Will you be comming back?"
Polly dragged himself back up in the tree, for a moment forgetting about the civilians.
"Nope."
"But...!"

42 stood there wondering what ever he would do. Did he have to go after him? Would he have to tell on his brother? Maybe he should go get some help from the others. Unless I can talk him out of it... He snapped out of the deep thoughts and began to speak, but he didn't get far untill he noticed the odd bunny smiling at him.
"But s-sire! I-i-if I don't came back with you they'll, they'll- AHHH! DON'T KILL ME!"
He couldn't help being so easily startled, and jumped up atleast a couple of feet into the air, raising his paws in defense.

"What on EARTH are you doin' down there? I'm not fallin' for that ol' trick again, y'hear me?"

Apollyon poked his head down from the tree again, hanging from his tail, watching the rest. Great, another stutter. Just like 42. My head's gonna explode soon. Splendid. Really.

"See? You're just being irrational, as usual. You know what? There goes your vacation!"
He looked over at the others.
"This nervous little guy over there is 42, my very own personal pain in the neck. And I'm... Well... Me."
"Wait, m-my vacation? Do I even have one!?"
"Well you did, but now I'm not so sure anymore."
He smiled widely at the poor fox.
"But I... I've never had one before... I..."
"Well then it's about time, don'tcha think?"
He looked at the two strangers. They did give him an idea. Maybe he could trick his way out of this one.
"You know what? Why not start one now? You kids go enjoy yourselves!"

"R-r-really sire? I mean...! Sir! No! Abaddon? No, wait... Bells? I... Wait a minute..."
He looked into his eyes sharply, in a way others usually wouldn't dare. But no matter how nervous the assistant usually was, he knew the guy far better than most.
"You're just trying to rid of me, aren't you!?"
"SCREW. YOU."
He pouted at him, stuck his long tongue out and crawled back up.

42 sighed and went over to the tree, trying to jump up and grab his tail, but it was no use.
"FINE. What if we... do something togeather?"
"Really? You'd let me do that?
"Sure. I-if it's quick. A-a-and don't run off!"
Polly was just about to open his mouth when the assistant interupted him.
"AND NO CLUBS, ALCOHOL, LADIES OR SCARING THE INNOCENT!"
He pouted at him.
"And no stinking fun at all..."

42 looked at the odd bunny. What did she want? Why wouldn't she talk?
"Do... You want to join us...?"
The tiger didn't seem to want thou. Not that he really felt like it himself, but he didn't see any other solution. If Apollyon didn't get back to work soon, he'd get the blame for it. Especially if he fooled more ladies. Or scared people. Or wrecked things. In fact, anything he did would probably be bad enough to get his poor assistant in trouble.

"Hm? Why would they come if they don't even know where we're goin'? Dummy."
"Well I... I didn't really... I mean, I..."
"Yeah, yeah. You, you, you. Where are we headin' anyway? Is there anything allowed other than playin' bingo with ol' ladies?"
He smirked at him,still hanging from the tree. He did like the idea of hanging out with some strangers thou. He rarely got the opportunity to do that with any others than his clients, and they usually didn't like having him around too much.

The fox hadn't actually thought that far. To be fair, he didn't even think it would work. The boss sure was in a good mood this evening. What does he normally do? Besides drinking, flirting, fighting, spying, stealing... Oh gosh... He never does aything else, does he? Except... He does go to the café occassionly, but I doubt there's one open at this hour... The Assistant kept pondering in silence, and Apollyon lost his patience.

"How about the amusement park? It's lovely at this hour."
"But, Sire... I-I think it's closed, and..."
"So? I've got the key."
Polly smiled widely at him, and before the poor fox could protest any further, he turned to the others.
"Well? Ya wanna tag along?"

42 didn't like the sound of that idea much. Where would the boss get such a key? Did he really have clients at the amusement park? Didn't seem like the proper place for crooks...