"Language," chided Hellen, leaning in close and trailing a finger up her guest's chest. "Your friends are waiting for you, and you'll see them really soon."
Drakus jerked away from her. "Don't lie!" he exclaimed. "You'd better tell us what's going on right now before I call the OVDF!"
"How can you do that when I've disabled all forms of communication and the WIFI?" Hellen remarked. She got right into Mystle's personal space and inhaled her scent before licking the shell of her ear.
Cue Badger's crew all yelling in pure anguish, as the Fume Knight fell to the ground.
"WHY?! WHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYY?!" Heavenly screamed to the heavens, as Grouse and Bing just hugged each other in the Fume Knight cockpit, while Badger realized he basically lost his only source of income.
"Well shit, I'm gonna go broke now." He snarked, as everyone instantly got up and started laughing their ass off at this joke, before realizing they would all go broke too.
"Well shit, guess we gotta find a new source of income while we're here, then." Skulker said, as everyone in the group nodded.
"Get the heck off me!" Mystle yelped, jerking free of Hellen and retreating a pace as she followed her. "What the heck have you done with the Toads?! What the heck have you done with the place?!"
"Well, I'm guessing to trap us. And news flash, honey, already saw through it. And may I say, you really need to work on your disguises, maybe even give your staff acting classes, because woo hoo boy, they are terrible." Veruca said, giving the ghost hotel owner some snark to boot.
It was Hellen's turn to narrow her eyes at the child. "You may try to act smart, but you are the one who chose to stay in a haunted hotel."
"Hey, if you're in my shoes. You would take the chance of the free hotel stay. Away from the amounts of ice yokai, literal Britain run by a butterfly demon, a Lich, a crime syndicate and even an intergalactic empire. Sure, not happy there are ghosts here, but you know, they all seemed nice. You, eh, not so much since you decided to try and trick and possibly kidnap us." Drakus remarked.
"They never said you had such a tongue on you..."
"And furthermore...Wait, what?"
Hellen laughed. "See, I invited another professor here, and claimed I had a ghost collection, and like a fool, he came, though we didn't catch him yet, it won't be long till he's caught."
Professor..., she meant someone else was here too, didn't she?
Hellen continued. "So, I helped 4 of them escape. And it is with pleasure to introduce them, my new private security-"
The white-haired man was already paling and began to back away slowly. He already had a feeling about who it was.
"SUNDOWNER, MISTRAL, MONSOON AND HURRICANE, WATTLES, AND THE SHADOW HUNTERS!"
In a quick cape reveal, there stood the Shadow Hunters, along with a blonde clad in white wizard robes, an anthropomorphic cassowary clad in black robes underneath a beautiful and very skimpy set of armor covered in biblical images… Clearly intended for a taller, younger, and much more voluptuous woman. On the cassowary, though, it looked like a bird wearing scrap metal, if said scrap metal was blessed by a priest, and finally, there were four other people, one was a man clad in black and red with a coat, another was a woman with red hair, yet another being a man with red armor covering the top of his face, the last one was a fish man clad in red and black ninja garb, with his arms being revealed save for his hands, covered by red and black cybernetic gauntlets resembling claws.
"So, you're this X-Squad I've heard so much about?" The blonde girl in wizard robes asked, smirking. "Gotta say, you look just like the pictures the boss gave us, be honored, you have the attention of the great Eitri. How are you enjoying your time at the VIP Suites? Or should I say, the RIP Suites?"
"RIP?" Everyone's eyes fluttered.
"Oh, did I say 'VIP' in the first place? Although it's true, that's my mistake. This floor is indeed called the RIP Suites, fitting for a certain reason," Hellen chuckled, as she innocently put a finger on her lips.
"Well, well, if it isn't Jack! Or is it Raiden now? It's so great to see you again, anyways!" The Alabama man, Sundowner, said, laughing. "I take it you've thought about us, as well?"
"Oh, Jesus, oh, sweet Jesus, not these three again…"
"I'll take that as a 'yes'. I must say, Jack...I'm touched." Sundowner chuckled as he looked at the cyborg. "The years have been kind to you, I see. You've taken very good care of your body. I guess I should thank you for that. But the appreciation will have to wait. We've got things to talk about."
"Wh—what things?" Mystle stammered.
"Have I mentioned that you're so cute when you try to play innocent?" Mistral hissed. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about. That fucking geezer had us locked up tight in his lab—but guess what? we got out! Miss Gravely was just dying to meet people like us, capable of sharing her vision, so she helped us escape. And not only does Miss Gravely here own this hotel, she's also funding Neo-Desperado Enforcement. Lucky, isn't it?"
"We thought we would get in trouble! Cassowary! This land isn't yours! Leave now!" The leading goose said in a deep voice. Just then, the cassowary's eyes started to glow a deep silver, as he smirked wickedly.
"No! I'm co-owner of this fine establishment, and you should know me well, geese and ducks!" The cassowary said in a booming and robotic voice, lifting up a contract that seemed almost metallic. "Now...sign the toy contract, or I'll be forced to use more extreme measures."
"Wait, huh?" the Summerween Trickster asked.
"Oh, so we found Wattles again, and this time, not a body double made through mad science." Hibikii said.
"He's been bugging us about this for months." One of the baby ducks said.
"We've told you once, we've told you a thousand times beforehand, we're not signing that contract!" Another duck yelled.
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