a/n: nayumoi 's request

Gluttony woke up in a bright room. He felt dizzy and extremely disorientated, which was unusual.

He wasn't dubbed the doctor of the sins for nothing. Within a few seconds, he'd determined that he was drugged, most likely. As the sin with the highest defense, this means the person who drugged him wasn't just a normal human, since human drugs don't work on him.

Suddenly, there was a silent groan from Gluttony's left, pulling him out from his thoughts. He looked to his left and realized they were in a bed.

And that the person on his left was none other than his own rival.

Gluttony is pretty chill and easy-going, but not when he had just woken up from a drug-induced sleep in his pajamas.

Which, for him, means a t-shirt and sweatpants, except that now he's currently shirtless for some reason.

Apparently, for Temperance, it means a tank top and silk short shorts.

Gluttony saw her pajamas before when they went with White Magic, so this drastic change surprised him.

"What the fuck?"

Without even being asked to explain, Temperance yanked the bedsheets off to cover herself fully, then said, "I wasn't wearing these when I went to sleep."

Gluttony shrugged, calmer than before. "Fair enough. Do you think this was a prank? I'm pretty sure I went to bed with a shirt on, and now it's gone."

The two spirits were silent for a while. A few minutes passed as they looked around the pristine white room, until a hidden flap opened and a bright pink parcel and a note slid out.

At the same time, Temperance and Gluttony faced each other. "Lust."

"I'm going to murder her." Gluttony muttered.

Temperance crossed her arms and let the bedsheets fall off her shoulders. "I second that."

Sighing, Gluttony draped the white bedsheet on Temperance's shoulders again, then slid off the bed and retrieved the pink gift.

Temperance eyed the parcel cautiously. "I don't want to open it."

"Too late," Gluttony replied, already ripping open the paper. He peeked through the small tear. "Oh, okay, holy shit, give me holy water."

Because of Gluttony's response, Temperance became curious. "What is it?" she asked.

Gluttony lifted it above his head, out of Temperance's reach. "No. This is cursed. Save yourself."

Temperance jumped up and snatched the parcel, then peeked through the tear. "I can't see it," she said as she ripped the paper some more while fending off Gluttony's attempts to take it back.

"Then don't!"

"No."

Temperance finally managed to rip open some more of the pink gift paper. At this point, Gluttony gave up trying to take the parcel back.

She peeked inside, then promptly yeeted the wrapped item across the room. "You were right."

"Of course I was." Gluttony said in a matter-of-fact tone. He got off the bed again and started walking around the room, running his hand on the walls.

Temperance understood what he was trying to do. "Try that wall over there-near the flap that gave us the cursed parcel."

Gluttony went there, and gently pushed on a random area.

A screen turned on.

"Aha," Temperance said, grinning. Then she narrowed her eyes at the screen. "I'm sure there are other cursed things in that device."

"We'll never know if we don't try," Gluttony replied before clicking a random icon on the screen.

Temperance screamed as a video played.

"Cursed, cursed, cursed, cursed," Gluttony chanted under his breath as he tried to turn off the footage. He failed. "Temperance, lend me a hand here."

Slowly, Temperance walked over to the screen, trying her best to ignore the images on it. "At least there's no voice," she muttered.

Voice activated, a cheerful yet robotic voice said.

This time, both of them screamed.

But Temperance didn't just scream. On pure reflex, Temperance kicked the screen with her bare foot.

"Didn't know you took martial arts," Gluttony said calmly, as if he hadn't screamed a few seconds ago, looking at the cracked and black screen.

Temperance shook her right foot and gingerly set it down. "I didn't know either."

"Well, now we just have to turn off the audio."

"I agree."

The pair walked around the room again, drowning out the voice of the video by singing (well, actually, yelling) Revenge at the top of their lungs.

Surprisingly, Temperance knew all the lyrics to the Minecraft parody.

This went on for around 15 minutes before Temperance got exhausted.

"MAYBE WE SHOULD STOP SINGING AND LISTEN TO WHERE THE SOURCE OF THE VOICE IS!" she yelled.

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN TO THE VOICE!" Gluttony yelled back.

"NEITHER DO I, BUT LET'S JUST TRY IT OUT!"

"OKAY, FINE, BUT IF WE LOSE BRAINCELLS IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"

"SING-SCREAMING REVENGE IS ALSO DECREASING OUR BRAINCELL COUNT!"

"THAT'S TRUE!"

Temperance nodded and mimed zipping her mouth shut, then there was 10 seconds of audio before Gluttony and Temperance promptly started singing Baby Shark as loud as they can.

"I THINK THE SOUND IS FROM THERE!" Gluttony yelled, pointing at a corner.

"MOMMY SHA-OH, REALLY? LET'S CHECK!" Temperance screamed as a response.

Still yelling, the pair walked to the corner Gluttony pointed at and inspected it. (Attempted to, at least, yelling Baby Shark at the top of one's lungs hinders you from trying to wreck speakers and stop a certain horrible noise.)

Finally, Temperance found just exactly where the sound is coming from. A scintilla of hope sparked inside of her as she pulled out a speaker.

Gluttony stepped forward and yanked off the cables.

The voice stopped.

"Last thing we have to do is get out of here," Temperance said in relief, voice a bit cracked from yelling.

Gluttony nodded and punched the nearest wall.

A door slid open.

"Hey, that actually worked," he said in disbelief, walking out. Temperance followed suit.

They were in a hotel, it seems. The floor was carpeted and there are lifts at the end of the hallway. Gluttony found his shirt and his hoodie on the other side of the door.

He pulled the shirt on and gave the hoodie to Temperance.

"Last thing to do: kill Lust." Temperance says as she puts the hoodie on.

"Let's go."