A/N: That's a nice set of armor you got there! Don't mind the dude's face, the stuff he's wearing is yours whenever you need it.
— — —
CHAPTER ONE
YOUR POV
//Owen's Tavern/Bar Thing//
— — —
   But once they escape, there is no going back.
   For once you try to go, and then they attack.
      —'Songs Of Mayhem', Unknown Authors
— — —

   Walking along the roads filled with 'players', I finally found the trio.

   "Aphmau, Simon, Rune." I say sternly, capturing the attention of not only the three, but almost everyone else. Even the Estorrians.

   "Oh, um, miss! Hi! W-what do you need!?" Aphmau asks, a little to enthusiastically, probably cringing on the inside.

   "Hello Miss Wanderer! Excuse my friends, it's kind of surprising to see you. What do you need from us?" Simon asks, elbowing the two girls in the stomach.

   "What are they doing?"

   "You shouldn't be acting like that around the Wanderer!"

   "That woman is scary!"

   "And nobody knows if she's a player, or an EVI!" Stupid gossipers. As long as what they say isn't disrespectful or narcissistic (I hate narcissists (Unless they're Mettaton and Papyrus)), and they don't bring up my past or (at least) rumors of it, I won't kill 'em. . . . Maybe.

   "Come with me." I tell them simply. They nod nervously, following me as we walk to Owen's tavern. Before we reach it though, I stop.

   "What are we stopping for?" Rune asks me.

   "Cover me." I tell them urgently.

   "And don't look." I add, demandingly. Pulling of the cloak, I quickly hide it (in cartoons, they call it 'infinity pockets').

   After turning into Form #4, I keep walking, pushing them out of the way.

   "Wow! Your so pretty! Is this what you really look like?" Aphmau questions me. I raise an eyebrow as we continue to walk.

   "No Aph, but you gotta realize: What happens in Fight Club, stays in Fight Club." I joke, a smoke appearing on their faces.

   "Yeah Aphmau! Rule #1 of Fight Club; Don't talk about Fight Club!" Rune laughs. Simon coughs to get my attention.

   "Yes?" I say.

   "Well Miss—" I cut him off.

   "Call me 'Kat' when I look like this." I inform him, motioning to the rest of my body. He nods, continuing.

   "Well, I just wanted to ask something. Where are we going exactly?" He asks. I wave my arms forward.

   "Where does it look like we're going?!" I say cheerfully. Haha! Stupid facades. Walking into the building, we all take a seat at the bar.

   "Hey you four!" Owen says in his accent.

   "How's life treating ya?" He asks happily.

   "Wonderful!"

   "Nicely."

   "Pretty good!"

   "Like the Ten Hells." I grumble, putting my face in my hands.

   "You always act like life is miserable Kitten. Lighten up!" Owen fills up some cups and slides them to the trio next to me.

   "But it iiiiiiiiis." I complain, propping up my elbows.

   "Wait a minute, Kitten?" Aphmau points out.

   "How long have you two known each other?" She asks curiously. Owen and I let out a hearty chuckle.

   "'Round a decade, why do you ask?" I reply, taking my drink from Owen. Specifically made for me, awesome right?

   "Isn't that around when you . . ." Aphmau quiets down about it.

   "Died?" Owen's eyes widen, and he pats my shoulder in sympathy.

   "Yeah," I brush him off, getting slightly aggravated, "What's it to you?!" I snap at her. The bartender looks at me with a hard glare as she shrinks away.

   "I . . . Apologize, Aphmau. I didn't mean to lash out like that." I try to say. Manners weren't much for me, so Owen was attempting to reinforce that.

   I look at Simon, who was jumping up and down.

   "You have three questions only. What are they?" I tell him, taking a sip of my drink.

   "If this isn't your real form, what is?" Simon asks.

   "Tsk tsk tsk. That's a secret Simon." I remind him.

   "Pffft. Why so mysterious? What have secrets gotten you?" Owen asks me, taking my empty cup and refilling it.

   "What I do is none of your concern, Owen." I tell him, shaking my head.
 
   "Actually it is, Kitten." He teases, giving back a filled cup. Rune looks at us weirdly.

   "You guys weird." She says, taking a sip. I laugh out loud, earning surprised glances from the three. After glaring at them, Simon asked another question.

   "Hey Owen, how many of her disguises have you seen?"

   "All of 'em. I don't even need to look to know it's her." He says as if it was nothing. Rune snickers.

   "All of them?" She asks. If you get what she was implying, go die in a hole.

   "If you think you're being clever, you're not." I say plainly, standing up and walking out.

   "See you tomorrow?" Owen asks happily.

   "Sure. Whatever you say."