Every Shoppers Nightmare!

[Panty]

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How did he get here anywhere? The last thing he remembered was that he was in See-Through with his brother. His brother. Blue eyes shot around, looking for any sign of Stocking, but there was nothing. Well, there was trash, but that didn't count at all. There was no sign of Garterbelt or Chuck either. Well fuck! What the hell was he supposed to do? He let out an inward groan as he kicked a styrofoam cup that was next to his foot and started walking, eyes peering over the edge to look around the bottom floor.

Something caught his eye as he passed a store that was still intact. A clothing store. Well, he knew how to entertain himself now, and get a few new clothes! With a low whistle, Panty stepped through the broken window and began to scavenge all the fashionable clothes.. and shoes too![/font][/ul]

[Stocking]

He was finally back in Heaven.

He must have been. He had to have been. No other place would greet him so generously with such a lavish display of sweets, ready and waiting for him to reach and grab and devour.

The moment Stocking parted his heavy eyelids, the scene exploded faster than he was ready for, various pinks and yellows and blues taking the form of delicious candies coating the shelves around the snug wall. His mouth opened in wonder, only to expel a fountain of drool onto the multicolored carpet.

With a groan, the angel pulled himself sloppily to his feet, one arm stretching toward the sugary towers not unlike a zombie for brains as the other rubbed at his barely-focused eyes. He missed this-- he missed being spoiled and greedy, never giving a shit and taking more than his share, he... well... he missed all the behavior that got him kicked out in the first place, but oh, obviously they had forgiven him, and what a welcome home gift they'd presented him with!

A wide, gleeful grin pried at his face as he came closer to his target...

...only for his groping hands to slam into cracked, concrete wall.

There was a long and woeful pause as the still-disgraced seraph registered that he had been hallucinating, and he was not in Heaven at all, but what seemed like some kind of abandoned... he had no idea. Disgruntled as he patted his aching head, Stocking turned and sauntered out the broken door to find himself facing a wide, empty shopping mall.

And he emphasized 'empty'; he didn't mean the empty where there are only one or three stray shoppers bopping around, but empty as in completely abandoned, and the place looked to be in near ruins.

“What on Earth...” he mumbled, baby blues darting around frantically in an attempt to salvage a sign of life-- the only one that he could see was a dimly lit store window across the narrow walkway, and so he made his way over, carefully lowering one of his stockings just in case.

[Panty]

[/i] have them.

The angel got to work, throwing clothing bars around, looking for anything that could prove useful in his time of need.

"There has got to be something I can use," more grumbles came from him has he shifted things around, oblivious that there was even anyone else in the large mall. He couldn't bother with such trivial things right now. Panty just wanted his clothes!

Brows were drawn to the middle of his forehead as a frown casted down his lips. This was not going well.[/font][/ul]

[Stocking]

As he made his way over, the only sound that he was fully aware of was his own footsteps echoing around the empty lobby. Still, it was eerie, and he surveyed his surroundings with the caution of a trapped wild animal as he proceeded toward that light (although, didn't sensible people always tell you you should never go to the light?).

Suddenly, a faint rustling sound reached his ears-- a sound like someone rummaging through something. Alarmed, the angel pressed his back to the wall, making sure to tiptoe about the broken glass that littered the linoleum lest he draw attention to himself. After all, who knew what was in there? A crazed serial killer? A ghost, even?

Whoever it was, they were mumbling and tearing through whatever seemed to be in there way. Gritting his teeth, Stocking slipped one shoe off and its corresponding hosiery, drawing Stripes in a fluid motion before diving through the window with a grace he never knew he had, a valiant battle cry leaving his throat in the heat of the moment--

All of which had the potential to be quite epic if only he hadn't missed; swearing loudly, he attempted instead to grab the other stocking rather than bother with pulling the sword out of the countertop. When the garment was halfway down his leg, however, he took notice of the figure in front of him-- it was no ghost. The seraph blinked in confusion.

“...Panty? Well, shit.”[/font]

[Panty]

[/color]" He couldn't help but let out a laugh, even if he had just been threatened, though now he knew it wouldn't have been intentional.

"What happened to your aim there?" Panty just had to ask, a snarky grin on his face.[/font][/ul]

[Stocking]

There was definitely an awkward silence then, as most silences go after such an awkward moment. The angel took in his brother's appearance during the pause; had he been wearing that outfit the last time he saw him? No, he was surrounded by ridiculous amounts of clothes-- Stocking couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Typical Panty, going straight for the free stuff at the first sign of total abandonment.

He shook his head and bent forward slightly to hike his stocking back up, but the other angel's remark caused him to immediately snap his gaze back up, face burning bright with embarrassment.

“Don't complain, I was close enough!” he huffed, puffing his cheeks out in a rather childish and sullen manner as he pulled his sword out of the counter less-than-delicately. “Besides, that mere miss was the difference between life and death for you.”

A now very grumpy Stocking folded his arms and observed the area around them-- everything was so ugly, he wouldn't be caught dead wearing any of these vomit-worthy splashes of eyeraping color. “Where are we, anyway?”

The last thing he remembered was something like a car crash, but they didn't crash into a goddamn mall as far as he knew. What happened to See-Through?[/font]

[Panty]

[/color]" He snuffed, hands finding their way to his hips as he leaned to the side some. Completely forgetting about the large pile of clothing, the angel stepped over broken, scattered glass to get to the opening of the store.

"All I remember was being in See-Through, then something happened.. then I wake up in here." A frown appeared on his face, head turning back to look at his brother. "This is got to be some kind of dream or something. I bet those stupid demon brothers had something to do with this." A guttural sound came from his throat.

"They should just give up already," Panty said matter-of-fact as he as walked back to his brother and held out his arm.

"Pinch me."[/font][/ul]

[Stocking]

As soon as the blond's attention turned elsewhere, Stocking knew he'd lost him, and that it was futile to try and get his focus back. He followed his brother's gaze with mild disinterest to the mess of clothing he'd gathered, resisting the urge to crash his palm against his face.

Instead, those hands gravitated toward his hips as well in a rather bitchy stance, one jutting out as the other provided a nice place for his unsheathed sword to rest. Sometimes he found himself unconsciously imitating the elder sibling, and it was just a tad irritating, but nothing he minded too much.
“I woke up not too far from here, I don't think it could be a dream...” the stockier male trailed off with a blink, head tilting to follow the other's stroll across the room. “...but yeah, those fuckin' demons're prolly behind it.”

Well, it made more sense than the dream scenario, at least, and Stocking even nodded along in approval with where Panty was going with this, whatever 'this' was, when suddenly an arm was offered to him.

He stared.
He wasn't quite sure what else to do.

“...really.” the angel raised an eyebrow, back to being unimpressed. Ah, well, good chance to teach the blond a lesson, and with a playful smirk he pinched the smooth skin before him between sharp black nails.[/font]

[Panty]

[/color]" He rubbed the irritated spot now, frowning ruthlessly. "You didn't have to do it so damn hard," Panty grumbled, pouting now as observed the spot. It wasn't hard to realize that his brother definitely did it that hard on purpose.

Though that little episode didn't last that long because Panty was now looking around again. "Well, 's not a dream, I can tell you that much. But I just want to know what happened here. There's literally no one."

"We should get out of here. There's no reason to stick around," he was already bored of this place now. "I just want to know where the hell we are."[/font][/ul]

[Stocking]

An ever-so-slightly sadistic giggle, small as it was, escaped Stocking as he pulled his hand away rather triumphantly.
“Ah, ah, you asked me too~” he emphasized in a sing-song voice, shrugging. “You're awake, right?” He wasn't sorry at all; the blond would get over it faster than--

Well, than he could finish complaining.

“I could have told you that...” he sighed at the remark, brushing his straight bangs aside in exasperation. “I dunno, looks like... some freak accident. There's shit everywhere. A ghost, maybe...?”

The dark-haired angel leaned delicately against the wall, slouching to slide his stocking back on properly; so far, aside from his airheaded brother, there didn't really seem to be any reason to draw a weapon.
“...well...we're in a mall, right?” he supplied with an enthusiastic snap. “And no one's here... you probably had the right idea. I'm not leaving until I get at least one lollipop.”[/font]

[Panty]

[/i] they get out.

"A ghost?" Panty lifted a hand to tap at his chin some. "Could be, but it's too quiet--" His words were cut short as he could just barely hear a crying sound. He blinked a few times and looked at Stocking. It was getting louder and louder. Apparently it was coming right to them.

Was it a ghost? .. He didn't know of a ghost that cried like this. Panty cautiously stepped towards the entrance of the store they were in, even looking around the window to see what it was.

It was a crying woman. She had pale skin almost to the point where it was grey, and white hair that covered her face, he couldn't see it anyways since her hands were covering her face as she continued to sob. Her clothes were a sight for sore eyes, what seemed to be under garments that were all dirty. But hey, she still had a rockin' bod, even is she was slightly more thin then anyone should be.

A grin grew on his face as he hurried to her side.

"Hey baby, there's no need to cry, I'm here now." Panty cooed, but faltered slightly when the woman started to emit soft growls. "Woah woah woah, there's no need to.. growl." Brows furrowed. "Why don't you come in here and we'll take care of ya." The growls grew louder as he tried to swing his arm around her shoulder, her head snapping up. Panty stared at red, glowing eyes.

"You should chill, everything's okay no--" Once again he was cut off, but this time the woman brought up her hands, that had.. very sharp looking nails. Moments later there was a glass shattering scream that came from the woman, making Panty take a step back and turning his head towards Stocking.

"She's fucking psycho, let's get the hell out of here." He was about to turn around and walk away, but there was a sudden sharp, stinging pain at his chest and there was enough force applied to send him sprawling to the ground. "What the fucking hell, get the fuck off me! OW FUCK!" The Angel could feel the woman's nails clawing at his chest, and boy did it hurt. [/font][/ul]

[Stocking]

"Not all of them are terribly loud." he shrugged again, idly shoving his hands in his pockets while staring with expectance at his brother. "...what?"

The blond appeared to be concentrating, and as he opened his mouth to prompt him with what his problem was, Stocking heard it too-- the desperate wailing of a woman, who sounded to be frightened or in incredible pain. Frowning, he followed along slowly behind Panty, doubting this to be their mystery perpetrator; no ghosts that he knew of cried like that, they were usually pretty happy about fucking shit up.

The moment blue eyes focused on a dirty, ragged shell of a sobbing female, they also caught the other angel's intentions-- Stocking introduced his palm to his face with a sigh as Panty made his way over to her. He would.

But there was something weird about the girl, something he didn't like-- she definitely wasn't a ghost (and as someone who had dated a ghost, he remembered with a faint blush, he would know), but she didn't seem very human either. Could humans even be that skeletal outside of fashion magazines?
As if answering his thoughts, she began to snarl at his brother, her posture suddenly threatening as she held up the longest nails Stocking had ever seen.

The scream she then produced was far from human.

"Fuckin' run!" the dark-haired angel snapped, yanking his stocking off yet again as he cursed himself for ever having removed it in the first place, but no sooner than he'd spoken did he see Panty go flying as the creepy bitch started tearing at his skin, still warbling away.

With a hiss, he raised his patterned blade and prepared to pounce, only to comically fall flat on his face in the process-- something warm, wet and gross had wrapped itself around his now-bare ankle and was apparently pulling him backward. Pissed beyond belief, Stocking made to slash at the offending whatever, but found it slithering away; he followed the slimy trail it made with disgust that quickly turned to horror once he saw what it belonged to.

It was a fucking tongue, and whatever the hell it was attached to he couldn't even begin to describe-- a brain sitting atop a mass of deformed muscle, muscle that was growling like some kind of angry dog.

"Holy shit."

[Panty]

[/color]" Panty all but yelled as he tried to kick the woman off. What he wanted to know was why his brother wasn't helping him! But he couldn't bother with that right now, he was too busy trying to get this thing off of him. It was obvious that she wasn't human or a ghost, but what was she?

He was able to plant his boot against the woman's stomach and with a burst of strength, he managed to dislodge her and scramble up and backwards. She looked disgruntled, like she was trying to rebalance herself and her surroundings, so that gave the Angel some time to see what he brother was doing.

When he turned his head, his eyes widened at what was growling. "Holy shit is right! What the fuck is that thing, and that fucking tongue is gross!" He wasn't able to do much else because the moment he heard the blaring scream from the woman, his attention was back on her. Panty turned and snatched up a pair of underwear there was scattered amongst other pieces of undergarments. He twirled the lace around his finger as it glowed, quickly taking the shape of a hand gun that he then gripped tightly.

"I'll give you a fucking reason to cry, you bitch!" He whipped around and managed to trigger a bullet into her when he noticed that she was practically back on him. The woman was able to rake a nail or two across his face, but they weren't deep, although it did managed to piss him off.

Once again he kicked her back, making her stumble and he grabbed another piece of underwear off the ground. Like the first one, there was a glow and another gun, but he didn't stop there. Panty slammed them together, forming them into a bigger gun; a shotgun. Without a second to spare, he reared it at the woman and began blasting her with bullets. Moments later she fell to the ground.[/font][/ul]

[Stocking]

The beast's gargantuan talons clattered like spilled marbles as its tongue darted between massive teeth, making a sick slurping sound accompanied by heavy, rattling breaths. With every step forward it took, Stocking took a step back, rather shocked and unsure of what to do with such an encounter. Really, what in the sweet name of fuck was he even looking at?

But before he could hazard a guess, another shriek from the grey woman all but raped his poor eardrums, and he turned his head with wide eyes to ensure his brother was still alive.

The fiend took advantage of the angel's distraction to pounce.

His yell of surprise was lost as the breath was knocked away from him upon landing harshly on his back; with a swear and reflexes he never thought he'd have, he roundhouse-kicked the monstrosity in what he assumed was its face, sending it flying briefly enough for him to get back on his feet, panting.

When he heard the sound of lingerie becoming heavy weaponry, he figured he wouldn't need to check on Panty again, and once again raised his sword-- he had his own little problem to take care of right now.

However, as Stocking lunged, he was halted once more by a sharp sting in his abdomen; glancing down, he discovered the repulsive thing had cut him in the stomach, probably trying to get to his organs. Today was just not his day, now, was it? The angel hissed in annoyance-- this fucker had just made it personal. Swearing revenge, he leapt forward with a snarl just as his attacker did, blade slicing into raw and decaying muscle.

It was pretty damn gross, he couldn't lie.

The fiend's exterior was far thicker than he thought, though, and regardless of how sharp Stripes promised to be most of the time, he couldn't seem to cut this thing. The creature took advantage of the seraph's dilemma to lash its tongue out like a whip and wrap it around Stocking's waist.

At first, he was beyond horrified, flailing about and even punching the beast in the head, but that only pissed it off all the more and its tongue's vicious grip tightened.

The angel's face contorted from trauma to bliss.

"O-oh... that's just playing dirty... ahh~..." Despite how red his face became, he was shameless as always when it came to binding of any kind, and he immediately succumbed to its hold with that awkward expression of embarrassed pleasure.

[Panty]

[/color]"

He wasn't even going to bother thinking more about it because right as they reached him, Panty cocked the shotgun and nailed them all in the head. The shots echoed off the walls, was that going to alert more? Like hell he was going to stick around and see.

The angel ran back into the store to where his brother was, but the sight was too much. Stocking was bounded by the monster's tongue and he.. looked liked he was enjoying it. He would have gagged if his stomach wasn't so painful. He'd have to look at it later.

"Stocking, we don't have time for this shit!" Panty aimed his weapon at the tongue and shot. "We need to get the fuck out of here before more damn things show up!"[/font][/ul]