A/N: This is just a silly little plot bunny I had.
Dawn stared into the creature's glowing red eyes and knew that it would kill her just like it had killed everyone else. She tightened her grip on the sword Angel had thrown to her as the creature was eating his intestines, if she was going to died then she'd at least go out fighting. She charged at the yellow demon crying out an intense, primal, Battle Cry.
"Excuse me Miss Summers?" The voice startle her and she tripped over herself, sending her sword flying harmlessly away. As quickly as she could she stood back up, ready incase the demon had decided to attack, but it was nowhere to be seen. What was there was a slightly awkward looking young man who looked about 20.
"Where... Where did it go?" Dawn asked, somewhat in shock.
"What? Oh, right. Pootang is currently being dealt with by my, er, assistant. In the mean time I am here on the behalf of RAF too..."
"THE GENEVA CONVENTION DOESN'T APPLY TO FREAKS OF INTERNET!" A woman yelled from somewhere. Dawn looked decidedly confused. The young man continued as if he heard nothing.
"You see Pootang is a hideous and disturbing creature, however we at RAF could not bring ourselves to put it down. So instead we decided to send it to a world where it could be happy."
"At least I managed to get and existence Visa!" The woman yelled. This time Dawn actually saw her over the odd man's shoulder. Her long black hair whipped back and forth as she held on to the demon's neck. Still the man continued.
"And so after our attempt to send it to the Carebear 'Verse we decided it would be best NOT to try that thing with the spoons again. Which of course naturally lead to a discussion about the sentience of hand towels..."
"What do you mean king me? You've only made one move!" Dawn stared in awe as the woman continued fighting the demon in a variety of ways, including, apparently, checkers.
"And THAT is why clocks are round. So while we meant to send Pootang into the Twilight 'verse, the polarity was reversed and instead sent him to a Legitimate vampire based reality. Our Plot Organizing Team should be done repairing any plot damage this unfortunate incident caused shortly at which point things should return to this continuity's definition of normal.
"Right foot green! No, the other Right!" The woman yelled.
"We Apologize for any inconvenience this has caused." And with that they were gone, leaving Dawn standing there with no idea what had just happened.
