by I'm Not Mister Mxypltk and T5
The party:
Mick Harrison, still a little affected by the roots, said the word "M'xy."
M'xy took possession of the body.
BOOM.
As the hallucinogen root in Mick's organs took effect on M'xy's mind, the room was suddenly filled with strange pink lights and purple circles, all coming from M'xy's eyes.
"What the hell?" Lance Lorenzo asked. "What's that?"
Sam Dawson, standing near him, deducted what was going on and answered, "Stoned M'xy."
The confused and scared people in the room started levitating. Flying cows appeared in the air. The fridge came to life and started dancing to the sound of the strange instrumental music coming from nowhere that replaced the loud one the band had been playing until that moment.
"What do you mean?" Lance yelled, trying to get Sam to hear him in the havoc.
"Mick must have called M'xy! While he was still affected by those roots you guys took!" Sam yelled back.
"So, you mean M'xy is going through what me and Mick went through earlier?"
"Pretty much! His powers must be letting everything his mind thinks become reality!"
"Oy."
Sam, realizing the bizarre show was ruining the party, ran to the stage and grabbed the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen..." he said to the confused crowd, pointing at Mick, "...the Amazing Mister M'xy from the Sardella Brothers and his spectacular illusion show!"
"Oh! I heard about this guy!" someone from the crowd said. "He was on tour in Mandelovia!"
"I think I saw him in Thunder City!" another one said.
"Cooool!" came another voice.
And, as the panic in the room was replaced with excitement, Sam stepped off the stage.
"Good save," Shirley Francis said to him.
"I did what I could," Sam answered.
"But," Shirley continued, "are you sure it's safe to keep him up there?"
She pointed at M'xy -- complete with coat and top hat -- floating in the air, dozens of bizarre lights, sounds, things, unexplainable things, and even a couple of emotions, coming from his stoned mind.
Sam pointed at the crowd cheering behind him. "As long as he keeps the party going," he said. "No band can do this."
The party was certainly at its peak. The music rocked, and the people had fun. After a few minutes, M'xy passed out, his creations remaining in the air but slowly fading.
Lance was speaking with Shirley, trying to clear up a few things. "I'm still not sure what happened upstairs," he said with a cautious voice. "You say this dog presented itself formally in the reception and asked for help?"
"Yes," said Shirley with a worried look. She handed him a beer. "He was very polite, as I recall, and sat down in the lobby. So I went to brew some coffee. When I came back, he was gone."
Suddenly, the music died and the lights went out.
"Oh, marvelous! Of all the times to have a power failure," groaned Lance.
A bolt of electricity shot out of one of the bulbs in the ceiling. Luckily, Lance had good reflexes, so he managed to turn himself partially insubstantial, but not enough to take away all of the energy.
"Aaarrghh!" he fell to the floor but still continued to phase out so he wouldn't be hurt again.
Shirley screamed, and the musicians ran out of the house in panic.
"What the hell do you want?" yelled Lance to no one in particular.
The speaker system and amplifier came on and said, "Simple, little man: information. Where is the composite being Naecken? Tell me, and I won't fry your assistant."
Shirley managed a hearty scream again.
People at the party weren't sure if this was another show or if it was for real. They were silent, looking at Sam.
"How are you gonna explain this one to them?" Lance asked.
Sam shrugged. "Well, uh... all I can say is... RUN!"
The whole roomful of people panicked once again and ran out of the house as quickly as possible, trashing everything on their way.
"Oh, that's it, destroy my house..." Sam said, looking at the mess the crowd made. "You don't get to pay the bill afterwards, anyway."
"Okay," Lance said, "the innocent bystanders are out."
"Except for Shirley, who's being threatened by the speakers, apparently... and M'xy, lying over there," Sam added.
"Except for Shirley," Lance continued. "What do we do now?"
"I have no idea," Sam answered.
The electromagnetic bio-field known as T5 appeared in a series of lightning bolts in the middle of the now very messy living room. His electric hand was strangling Shirley, and her body shook in convulsions.
Lance looked desperately at the entity. "Okay, okay... let her go, and I'll tell you where Naecken is."
T5 let the girl collapse onto the floor, and Sam went to check on her.
"Now give me the information, or you will suffer the same fate as her," threatened T5, glowing a bit more.
"Uhh... they went to Mandelovia to counsel the new regime," Lance said, thinking desperately. No way was he going to sell out a friend.
"I can tell you are lying, little man. For this, you will suffer enormously." T5 raised his hand, and Lance flinched.
Then suddenly T5 screamed. He seemed to collapse upon himself, turning into a small sphere.
M'xy had woken up. He held the sphere in his hand, and then it disappeared into thin air.
"What did you do?" asked Lance.
"I dunno," said M'xy with a huge grin. "I sent it into a different sublayer of a lower dimension. I don't think he will ever find his way back here again. Eh? Where's the party?"
Suddenly, all the people that had run outside were transported inside again.
"Hi there, folks!" said M'xy. "I'm sorry for the interruption, but now the festivities can commence, and the drinks are on the house."
A small fountain spraying champagne appeared in the center of the room, and with a evil grin, M'xy brought back the cows, now singing in chorus with the music.