Why did the cat bus become a musician? Because it had perfect purr-cussion.

-D.C.C (Dandies Construction Crew)-

(3rd POV)

In a secluded part of Pentagon City, Dandy's construction crew, comprised mainly of imps, operates with surprising efficiency. Despite their diminutive size, these imps possess remarkable strength and agility, making them perfect for navigating the tight spaces and intricate tasks involved in construction work.

With their sharp claws and keen eyes, they meticulously handle tools and materials, ensuring that every detail is attended to with precision. Some imps specialize in demolition, expertly dismantling old structures to make way for new construction, while others focus on carpentry, masonry, or electrical work.

Dressed in practical work attire, adorned with utility belts and tool pouches, they move with speed and agility as they dart around the construction site, communicating with each other through a series of chirps and gestures.

The sweating imp glanced nervously at a wall clock, its eyes darting back and forth as if trying to gauge the passing time. Despite its composed exterior, beads of sweat formed on its brow, betraying a hint of anxiety beneath the surface.

"It's almost time," the imp muttered to itself, wiping its brow with his hand.

With a sudden gust of wind, Bezel manifested before the sweating imp, accompanied by an entourage of ticking clocks and swirling gears. Like a magician conjuring wonders from the fabric of time itself, Bezel appeared resplendent in his tuxedo.

"Did someone say time~?" Gillish boomed, his voice echoing through the construction site. The imp blinked in surprise as Bezel addressed it directly.

As the imp blinked, it found itself inexplicably transported to a sumptuous sitting room, adorned with lavish furnishings and ornate decorations. Perched upon a stool beside Gillish, who was holding a pipe that blew bubbles instead of smoke, it gazed around in bewilderment, its eyes widening with surprise at its sudden change in surroundings.

Meanwhile, a sinner who was taking a break approached a nearby imp sitting next to her. "So, who do you think the boss will pick for the next project?" she asked, curious about the construction crew.

The imp shook his head, a nervous tic betraying his uncertainty. "I'm not sure. It's Bezel's call," he replied, coughing as he choked on a mouthful of food.

"Who?" the sinner asked the imp who stopped choking on a mouthful of food looked at her and asked her question with another question, " You knew to here?" to which she nodded.

" Yes, the boss hired me three weeks ago." She said as the imp who asked the question was taken aback " Christ on a stick why did the flibbertigibbet boss hire you?" the imp asked, " Oh, and no you can swear in hell, kid." he quickly said, "Yeah no spit.." Her eyes widened in shock as she realized she couldn't swear anymore. 'What the flibbertigibbet?' she exclaimed, bewildered by the sudden change.

'wait my mind Spit, flibbertigibbet mind-editing witch!' She thought as the imp smiled while finishing his service, " First time, don't answer that anyway bezel also known as the clock demon was first seen in hell alongside Dandy the Bone demon." he said as he shot her a playful glance, accompanied by a wink, It was his way of saying, 'You know what I mean,' without saying it aloud.

" Anyway we were getting side track, where was I...Oh yes! He was found by Dandy the founder of this place in a shop that sells clocks now turned bar." He said as he glanced at the suspiciously not-moving clock.

" So he was called the clock demon because he sells clocks?" the sinner asked as the imp shook his head and carefully stole her beer and said, "No, no, no, no, no that is what the boss wants the public to think for some reason, anyway he was called that because he grabbed souls and stuff it into his clock, Heck he sometimes does it with the gosh darn body as well."

"Why do I thank you for the exposition dump my dear friend, here have a pen that can do your paperwork for you, IT DOESN'T EVEN RUN OUT OF INK~! he said." A voice said going closer to them and as the voice reached next to them there they saw it.

A figure rushing towards the exit, a gust of wind trailed behind him, tousling the food on nearby desks. With each stride, he exuded an air of purpose and determination, his movements fluid and graceful like a dancer on stage.

His attire, reminiscent of a well-tailored suit, billowed gently around him, accentuating his sleek and slender frame.

As he reached the doorway, he swiftly retrieved a pen from his pocket, its sleek design catching the light as he tossed it effortlessly towards the imp. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the pen spinning through the air, landing precisely where he intended it to next to the startled imp.

" TAXI!" the figure said as a cat-bus suddenly that was flying somewhere suddenly land down next to the exit, " Until next time my deathed friends~" gillish said and closed the door and quickly shouted, " Drive,Drive,Drive!"

" Meow." the suprisngly deep voiced cat said as she ran somewhere in oentagon city.

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Well this was something to write.