(^This party shall never end!)

The manse was dead quiet. 

Everything seemed to be suspended in time.

The only thing active was the factory. 

Dagger stared at his hand, flexing it once before smirking. "See? I told you I'd be back."

Erik smirked as he walked up to him. "See? I told you that I'd copy you. Now we both have a body."

"Shut up, gay wad."

"Says the one who kept talking about Wyatt."

Dagger sighed and rolled his eyes as he laid on the conveyor belt. "Hey. What do you think would've happened if we'd lived?"

"I wouldn't be stuck here and you probably would've had thirty kids with Riley by now?"

Dagger smirked and sat up, ignoring the machine that had been trying to bolt a piece of metal in place. "Nah. I meant the before me. If Royce had died and I'd lived."

Erik stood up, brushing the dust off of the table nearby. "We all know what you would've done. And that's why I'm here. To keep check on you."

Dagger grinned and leaned against the wall. "Smart."

Erik looked up to meet his gaze. "You won't do this anymore, Belmont."

Dagger smirked. "We'll see, my dear. I've been obeying Royce Hunter for far too long. Time to start my own party some day. One where I get to kill you."

He laughed. "You're an idiot, Belmont. I said I'd keep tabs and I don't plan on even your first step happening, much less my death."

"We'll see about that, Killman. We'll see."