That night, after Twitch had gone back to her dimension, Mike was taking the night shift. The room was empty apart from Mike, Scott and Vincent.

"And you're sure you're better?" Scott asked again, looking into Vincent's eyes worriedly.

"Scotty, I'm fine. I told you, Twitch fixed it right up," Vincent smiled at him.

Scott frowned, "Okay... but I'm making you sleep in in the morning, okay? No getting up early."

"Fine, but first I gotta do a dare..." Vincent pointed at Mike. "Come here, Michael."

Mike looked up and over at Vincent, "You want me?" He walked over. "What is it?"

Vincent poked him, and he disappeared. There was a loud bang as air rushed to fill the vacuum of where he had been.

Scott gaped at the blank space that had been Mike, "Did you just kill  Mike?!"

"Nah..." Vincent shook his head. "Little trick Twitch taught me... he'll be fine. Mostly."

--

Mike collapsed on the carpet of Twitch's bedroom, groaning as the world span.

"Hello? Is someone there?" Twitch called from in the bathroom.

Mike's eyes widened. He jumped to his feet and looked around, diving into her closet as she opened the bathroom door and frowned.

"Coulda sworn I heard something..." She looked around once more and then went back inside.

Releasing the breath he'd been holding, Mike slipped out of the closet again, "Vincent, if I ever get back to our dimension, I swear broken ribs are the last thing you'll be worried about..." he muttered.

He looked around, and then spotted the iPod on the desk. Looking around to check that Twitch wasn't coming, he picked it up and found it unlocked. Grinning, he swiped the screen a few times, then clicked photos. There were a lot of photos of the gang, (Mike raised his eyebrow at the amount of photos of Scott). There was one time where Vincent had evidently stolen the iPod, there were a lot of selfies of him with his tongue out.

So Vincent had been to this dimension? Evidently, and a lot, too.

Mike swiped again and almost dropped the iPod, "Holy smokes!" ((Dangit Mike))

The bathroom door opened. Mike quickly darted into the closet.

Twitch walked out in basically only her underclothes. Not so good for Mike, who was realising just how see-through this closet door was (it had a lot of holes) and could feel his face heating up. Oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd.

Twitch walked towards the closet and Mike realised her clothes were in here. He pressed himself to the wall  and held his breath, sure that Twitch would be able to hear his heart beating.

But then Twitch went to a little table beside the closet and picked up her pyjamas, which she had evidently left out of the closet on purpose.

Mike let out a long sigh.

DE-DEEP!

Twitch stopped and looked at the closet. Mike looked down at the iPod and hissed, "Shut up!"

I'm sorry, Twitch, I didn't hear that. Please speak clearer. ((#SiriProblems ))

Twitch opened the closet door and yelped, leaping backwards, "Mike?! What the heck are you doing here?!"

"Sorry!" Mike yelped back, looking up at the ceiling so as to avoid looking at Twitch, who was still only in underclothes. "Vincent transported me here and I didn't know what to do and then you came out and I hid in here and your iPod started talking and sorry!"

"You could have just let me know!" Twitch snapped, pulling on her pyjamas quickly. "Geez, Mike, you pervert!"

"I didn't mean to- I had no idea you'd walk out half naked, now, did I!?" Mike replied, "It's not my fault your closet has holes in it!"

"You looked?!" Twitch screeched, "You creep!"

"I didn't mean- Ow!" Mike rubbed his face, which Twitch had just slapped. Hard. "Okay, maybe I deserved that, but still-!"

"Vincent transported you here?!" Twitch demanded, interrupting him. "Well, let's see how he likes it!" She snapped her fingers and Vincent and Scott appeared, both of them having been locked in a serious make-out session. Scott yelped and pulled his unbuttoned shirt together, his face bright red.

Vincent glared at Twitch, "Can I not enjoy a single night home alone with my fiancée?"

"Can I not enjoy some privacy without finding this in my closet?!" Twitch snapped back at him, pointing at Mike.

"Oh. Hello, Mike," Vincent said casually. "You pervert, hiding in a woman's closet."

"It's not my fault!" Mike yelled back.

"Where the heck are we?!" Scott asked, looking around at Twitch's bedroom and still panting slightly.

"Why was Mike in my closet?!" Twitch demanded.

"Alright, alright, calm down, ladies," Vincent said. "It was a dare, alright? To transport Mike here and make him somehow embarrassed."

"Yeah, well, you certainly passed!" Mike said, "I've never been more embarrassed in my entire life!"

"I'm the one in charge of dares, Vincent," Twitch said.

"Yeah, but, this one was particularly directed to me," Vincent examined his fingernails and shrugged.

Twitch sighed, "Look, just get out of here. All of you."

"Gladly," Vincent said. "C'mon, Mike, I'll drop you off at yours on the way back to mine." Vincent snapped his fingers and all three of them disappeared.

Twitch groaned and fell back onto her bed, "I can't believe that actually happened."

Somewhere within the closet, a voice called out.

Searching the web for: "I can't believe that actually happened."

((TheDeadPurpleGuy m8 best dare ever thank.))