Today is perfect nothing can get in my way Off to the florist, I'm there to brighten her day Tell her hey how you doin', to my surprise she didn't even look me in the eyes I ask her hey is everything okay? Uh, is everything okay? Oh my god what the fuck is wrong with you. Nothing! Listen ok I had to, I had to do this. I'm starving man I'm starving! You didn't have to do anything! We're going to be caught because of your sorry ass! You had more to eat than I did you fucking asshole, have some empathy! Empathy? The fate of the hive is in our hands and you wanna talk about empathy? Wow. Well, what the hell was I even supposed to say to her? Consider this elimination of a possible testimony for our heads. You could have waited until night you fucking nut. Now we're going to have the whole fucking town piecing together who, what, when, where, why. We are absolutely screwed because of you bastard! Oh so I'm the nut huh? And you are the untouchable goodie two shoes. Stop complaining and help me hide this body before someone walks in and we get caught for real you smeghead. Fine, fine! Today is perfect nothing can get in my way Hey, you two, I've been watching you for a little while now and I find it a bit suspicious that you don't act like the others. We are following orders. I doubt that. Have you been ordered to observe us? You don't look like a spy. No, no. I haven't. I'm just skilled in forgery and such, and well, I found that you're a lot like me. Are you trying to call us defective? I can report you for that you know. The point I am trying to make is that we are both free willed, and also that you are terrible at faking complacency. Ha ha, well then, what's your name? My name is Devet, but you can also call me Nine, whatever works better for you. Don't tell them your name. My name is Pyxis, or Pyxis, whichever is easier for you to say. Glad to know you have a name, that's not something I see very often. I said don't! I said don't! Oh my god. This one here is Xerox. Its Xerox. My name is Xerox. Well met, I figure we should meet up again before everyone in this town becomes a desiccated corpse. Why? How do I know if you have good intentions or not? You said you were good at fakery. You can go off and die in another war for your so called queen, or we could live somewhere together, away from here. And if they find us for defecting? And if we get caught by authorities? I hope you remember that we end lives to prolong ours, and we need that same energy to fake our way into society. Those are big risks. Those are risks I'm willing to take. You act like you're afraid of death, but throw yourself into something far more deadly. We leave tomorrow. Wait, what? Baš si protiv mene bio, i sad hoćeš da idemo sutra? You are insane. What. You're kidding right? Another one of your distasteful jokes, right? Xerox this has got to be a joke. Please tell me it is. Nah, I'm getting out of here. Come with me if you want Pyxis, I won't be waiting. I never even considered leaving as an option. I'm getting out of this hellhole. Oh, and thanks, newbie. I don't even have a response to this. I guess wherever you go, I go. Fine, we leave tomorrow, fine! Why are they in the prophecy? Am I really supposed to think that a bunch of lovesuckers will take me down? HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

They attempted to make their way to the largest city on the continent, but took a slew of wrong turns. The trio expected to find a rail somewhere, since they could hear metallic banging every so often in the distance, but as their journey went on, their sense of direction was pulled every which way by banging coming from two adjacent directions. After a few days of debate, the now starving trio picked a direction and traveled straight towards the source of the noise. Soon, the sound of the waves washing ashore and a bustling city would accompany the metallic banging, and the trio, famished, would have to pick someone off before the morning got any brighter. The trio eventually learned that the city's residents didn't take kindly to changelings, but they still tolerated them along with a variety of other odd and dangerous beings the trio had never seen before, not to mention the dangerous people in the city. As Xerox made his way through an alley, a group of malicious folks shot him looks and said, "kill yourself, lovesucker," to which he immediately lost his temper and descended upon the crowd, leaving not a beating heart in his wake. The metallic banging continued each day, it was resounding thunder that came from far deep within the city and below the feet of its residents. No one payed much mind to it as it went off every day like clockwork. However, it held the attention of Devet, and Devet, intrigued, ventured far beneath the city's metal plated floor. The metallic banging did not sound the next day. Have you seen Nines? Huh? No, I haven't. I assumed that bastard would be back by now. Must have up and left, no surprise. I doubt your spats did anything to make Devet leave. You don't think Devet... Died? Well, whatever, if anyone was gonna die it would be Nines. We have better things to focus on anyway. This sucks. Yeah, fuck dude. What the hell do we do now? We push forward. I'm sure Devet is still alive, might have gotten into some trouble is all. Maybe.

On a dark and stormy Autumn night, May land alight with spooky frights. Banshees wail and the werewolves howl, While ravens upon their perches scowl. But the cream of the crop, the best of the best, Are the souls that haven’t yet gone to rest. If you’re up against us just admit defeat, ‘Cause a vengeful ghost just can’t be beat! The haunted halls of the world agree, It’s ghosts and ghouls they want to see! Who’d want to tussle with a cloaked-up freak, When a plain white sheet gets folks to shriek? Or an apparition that’s long forgotten, A festering ghoul, all sick and rotten. You just can’t touch our ethereal style, So crawl in your coffin, lay down ‘awhile! You vampires seem to take us for fools, But when we look at you, we just see tools. What’s up with that outfit? Dropped out of theater? I can find these fibers on a wifebeater. Your lameness has me waxing lyrical, And your accent’s so fake it must be satirical. Forget the chance of out-rapping us, So crawl back into your Transylv-anus, Bitch. You ghosts have lyrics that are pretty fire, But you’ll never measure up to a real vampire! We stalk the night to catch our prey, When we grab a bite it’s a grotesque display. Our supernatural power is second to none, We’d be flat out overpowered if there wasn’t the sun. So take a seat and kick back, as we bust out this rhyme, ‘Cause the beats we’re laying down are simply sublime. Ever seen Rocky Horror? It’s quite a show, You’ve got less class than Tim Curry’s toe! And who are YOU to call me pale and weak? Dude your lyrics are whiter than Mount Everest's peak. Yeah your sound is broke, like another white rappa: The kind of guy that rhymes orange with banana. A ghost just can’t win against a magical being, So before you make me angry you’d best be leaving. You might walk through walls, disappear and fly, But that ain’t that unique, ‘cause so can I! But can YOU live forever? Nah, you're already dead. And you’re crying in Hell while I’m lying in bed. My crib has a tower and a drawbridge too, You live in a shack, that’s what drug addicts do. Now this verse is over, so you’d best skedaddle, ‘Cause I think you just lost this PxTone rap battle!

I got mystic eyes I’ll enthrall thine on sight Got you paralyzed Then it’s love at first bite Drain you of vitality Oh what a treat Behold the tyranny of my vampire beat Talking ‘bout opacity Objects in and out of me Translucent and movin and soon i'll take where you ought to be I’m taking control Involuntary possession My vengeance of sentences In a sense teach you a lesson Call me Dr. D-R-A I’m feeling so smooth Your rhymes are barely audible I see right through you To think that you’d defeat me is insubordination It’s time to show the meaning of true domination What is a man A little miserable wreck If that’s the case then ghosts are even lamer than heck Imagine dying Then sticking around You have attachment issues so go back underground I’m a phantom My coffin’s straight from the underground I see your mouth movin But it ain’t makin a sound You use your fangs to stay well-fed Undead, and yet your rhetoric is Betting on a freaking neck fetish I get it–you’re immortal– But you’re bored outta your mind! I got vengeance to take So get outta my sight My silver tongue’s shootin’ And I can’t be touched or faced Who do you think you’re foolin’? You can be killed with a stake You silly silhouette You cloth on a string Is this really the best that you could honestly bring? I’m a Romanian god And you’re a frickin’ disgrace But then again, you have no feet, can’t expect ya' to pick up the pace Consider the difference You have no essence of malevolence Explain how you strike fear when All you do is disappear The way you’re leaking ectoplasm Proves you’re maladjusted I’ll leave at that to save your face Cause you’re already busted You’re a coffin-bound bloodsucker a pale white parasite With all that bark vampire I don’t feel any “bite” You’re in old-ass attire Your cape might just catch on fire You’re coming from baroque Your composition’s out of style Like a relic - You’re a washed up boogeyman Like a criminal you stalk on pretty women Like a mirror it’s clear that you’ve got no flow to see With how much I’m spittin let’s hope my breath wasn’t too garlic-y

You think you can just waltz into my city? Off your body I can smell the foul stench of A beast who only lives off of the blood of A people so mindless, have you no shame? Endowed as prophets yet no better than a See you fit to so end my time? Your vile insurgency is not a threat to me Come forth to so pay for your crime Step into my bright light, lovesucker you will fight I won't die at the hands of scum like your own Makes no sense why I've gotta do this for my throne And yet you hold onto this place, castle of my own grace With your hands I don't have to do this on my own It's good to see you all. Devet? Where have you- Is it now? No, no really, it's wonderful. Are you feeling alright? I haven't seen you act like this before. Pyxis come here, I have a bad feeling about this. You don't look so hot either, Devet. Oh, I feel well, but once my little visit here is done, I'll feel fucking great! Pyxis, window, now! I won't let this monster take away our future This won't be our end, no, I will not be killed by a computer Taking form of friend Mirror of demise on our end Taking form of us, you're no better than the rest of us I can see it clearly The end of the line stretches to infinity This what you have done to me This is not something to fuss right over This is just what I'll be So rise to see we have not changed The things we need are still the same So let this blood so be our fuse Side by side, these mechanics just cannot lose What are we now, just a bunch of bloodsucking robots? We are unreformed, unstoppable; We are machine. So we are bloodsucking robots. Well you don't have to put it like that. Heh, well, where are we off to now? I'm not quite sure, we'll figure it out along the way, I think. Let's start by getting out of dodge huh? Yeah, let's start with that.