Picture is random for the sake of being random.

This chapter is the final chapter of this book, but there is going to be another one! Don't worry.

I have no plan for this chapter. Its all Outcast chaos.

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There was a groan as the angel slowly sat up clutching the side of his skull.

"Oww.. My head.. What.. What happened?" Cupid asks himself, feeling kind of woozy.

He looked at the room around him, and all the 80's horror movie posters were a dead give away.

He was in Hallow's room.

"Keep your voice down.. It hurts." He hears a voice mutter at the end of the bed.

"Fear? What happened? Why are we in Hallows room?" Cupid asks the spider, gently nudging him with his foot.

"...touch me again and I'll break your ankles.. Ugh.. We threw a party.. Romeo found the alcohol and.. I don't remember much else.." The spider hisses and covers his eyes with his arm.

"Oh god is the house destroyed?" Cupid asks, hopping off of the bed.

"Most likely.. I'll be down once I wear off this headache.." Fear replies.

Cupid fixes his crooked halo, and looks over himself in the mirror.

Nothing out of place besides the pumpkin coat he was currently wearing. Along with a pair of his favorite pink sweatpants.

Candy wrappers covered the floor beneath his socked feet.

The angel took a quick look over the widow. Who wore his favorite sweater, but his trenchcoat was missing. And.. Someone had drawn something not safe for work on his forehead.

Cupid covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing. "W-well I'll see you down stairs. I'll make us all some coffee."

As Cupid leaves the room, Fear flips him off.

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Cupid shut the door behind him and quietly walked down the hall as to not wake up or anger anyone else.

There were streamers hanging from the guard rails as he made his way down the hallway. Paper plates had been tossed around lazily.

There were also a few empty soda cans tosses any which way.

Cupid huffed. "I am not cleaning up this crap." He sighs and steps over the piles of trash.

As he turned the corner he didn't expect to step on anyone.

"Ow! Watch where you're going d*ck turd! Let me suffer from my hangover in peace you shit log!" Lockheart snarls swatting at the angel's legs.

"What are you doing in the hallway?" Cupid asks, hands on his hips. Clearly ignoring the insults that were thrown at him.

The imp struggles to stand, his heels causing his ankles to groan in pain. "Aw f*ck me backwards and call me Tasha.. My f*cking head hurts.."

Cupid lifts a brow. "I'm going to ignore that.. Um.. I'm going to make some coffee, feel free to come down stairs."

The imp waves him off as he wobbles the opposite way to get to his room.

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Cupid makes sure to watch his step this time as he slowly walked down the stairs.

He spots a bundle of green and black leaning against the railing.

Cupid looks up in surprise. "Pierce? What are you doing here?"

The plant looks up from his phone and smiles tiredly at the angel. "Nothin' much. Lookin' through my phone to see what happened.. I think I remember falling on my ass. My leg hurts like a bitch." He replies.

"Anything?" Cupid lifts a brow and steps closer to the flytrap.

"Nah, just a stupid video of Asher and Hallow singing some half assed karaoke." Pierce snickers, his smile widening, revealing all his two rows of teeth.

Cupid snorts as well at the short video. It was less than a minute long. "You should upload that."

"I plan to." The skater shrugs his shoulders and pockets his phone. "You good? I think I remember you throwing up at some point."

"Oh god I don't remember that at all.. Please tell me it wasn't on anyone." Cupid groans in embarrassment.

Pierce chuckles lightly. "Hallow changed you. Don't worry. And besides that chair was ugly anyway."

Cupid sighs. "Well, coffee and mints then.... Are you staying?"

Pierce nods. "Yeah, your mom digs me." He winks.

The angel's eyes widen. "What the heck dude.."

"What? You know she likes me better than that derp noodle." The plant snickers, following the angel into the living room.

"Too soon Pierce." Cupid warns him, rolling his eyes to brace himself for the mess in the living room.

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"Oh come on." Cupid huffs, pinching the bridge of his non nose.

"Dude.." Pierce says in shock.

The living room was covered in confetti, the angel knew that would take decades to get out of the carpet.

Not to mention all of the popcorn thrown onto the floor and soda cans spilling all over the coffee table.

One of the couches were flipped, and for some reason there was a disco ball hanging from the ceiling.

The TV was playing Spongebob as well. The inn tables were no where in sight and one of Cupid's rose vases were shattered.

There were two massive pool floaties on either sides of the room, one was a swan while the other was a unicorn.

"I officially hate my roommates." Cupid sighs, stepping over the piles of mess to turn off the TV.

"Nuu don't shut off spongeie.." A slurred voice mutters from the floor.

Cupid narrows his brows. "Oh my god, Asher really? Out of all the morons I really thought you'd be the sober one. You're a cop for heavens sake.."

The wolf has popcorn and candy stuck in his massive bed head of hair. His tail was knotted and really needed washed.

Asher's flannel was missing, leaving him shirtless besides the pink scarf around his neck tied to look like a bandanna.

The wolf hiccupped before face planting into the coffee table again. "I wuv spongebob.."

"Ash.. Shut up.. I'm tired.." Hallow mutters from under the flipped couch.

"You're all impossible." Cupid crosses his arms.

"What the f*ck is up bitches!" Romeo calls out, jumping out of a pile of pillows and chips.

The angel sends a glare colder than ice at the incubus. Romeo rolls his eyes. "Come on Cupid, that party was amazing!"

"You're cleaning the living room." Cupid turns on his heel to return to the kitchen. Hopefully it wasn't destroyed.

Pierce looks over the demon. "Uh, bro I think you should find some pants.."

"Pants are just leg prisons." The tipsy incubus says, nearly tripping over a fallen lamp.

"...but you're not wearing any.. Never mind." The flytrap rolls his eyes and follows after the angel.

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"I knew I should have locked the kitchen door." Cupid groans, looking over the scene.

There were at least a dozen broken dishes on the floor, the dining table was flipped onto its side with icing splattered over its surface.

Amour was still knocked out cold in the corner of the kitchen by the oven. A pile of knives in his lap and a lampshade stuck on his head.

The fridge was left open, with Mari laying on the floor next to it. He had cake all over his face.

And surprisingly, Bryce was snoring loudly in the kitchen sink with the faucet on. His large tail taking up the whole counter. He had bread stacked on his back.

"I wish I lived alone." Cupid complains, shoving Bryce's tail out of the way so he can reach the coffee maker.

Peirce picked up the fallen dining table and grabbed a chair for himself. "But if you lived alone your life wouldn't be as fun."

Cupid rests a hand on his hip. "Sure, but then my house wouldn't be destroyed."

The skater nods his head. "Yeah.." He trails off, not really knowing what to say.

Just then, the back door opens, and Cyrus walks in to the kitchen quickly pocketing his cell phone.

"Cyrus? Where have you been?" Peirce asks, looking over the android in surprise.

"I have called a cleanup crew to fix this mess. And I've hidden the alcohol again. I want to rip Romeo in half for getting Mari drunk."  Cyrus grits his teeth and takes a seat at the kitchen table.

"Hey lighten up. At least Mari didn't do anything stupid, right?"

Cyrus narrows his eyes. "He ate three cakes. He's on a strict diet.. And he's ruined it. Not to mention that he full on kissed you on the mouth."

Pierce's cheeks flush a forest green as he avoids the androids gaze. "Uh.. I don't remember that at all.." He rubs the back of his neck.

"What is Mari's sexuality anyway?" Cupid asks, walking over to the two of them with a small trey holding three mugs.

"Bi curious."  Cyrus replies.

"So.. When can we kill Romeo, and when does the cleaning crew get here?" The angel sits next to the android taking a sip of his coffee.

Cyrus shrugs his shoulders. "In about an hour. As for Romeo? I think he and Bryce should take a swim."

Said merman snorts loudly in his sleep, his tail swishing and knocking over the toaster, and the blender on the floor.

"....When Bryce isn't drunk off his ass."  Cyrus snorts, with a small smirk.

"...Let's never throw anymore parties again." Cupid says with a tired look in his pink eyes.

"Um Cupid." Pierce buts in.

"What?"

"You and Hallow share a birthday next month." He continues.

Cupid's eye twitches. "..F*ck."

End! I hope you enjoyed! I was bored.