Random Madness (My Second Less-Than-Amazing Story)

[SlowPokemon]

Surprise! Here are the long-awaited (but not so long) filler chapters, two and three. I will post more soon.

Chapter Two
A Really and Truly EVIL Neighbor
   Meanwhile, in the house next door, Mad’s neighbor was taking it upon herself to personally plan Mad’s demise.

   His neighbor was a fat old woman with one glass eye and one real one. On top of these she wore glasses. She had ridiculous spiky red hair, and an even more ridiculous name â€" Mrs. Pattybuns.

   â€œThe nerve of that man!” Mrs. Pattybuns said, scandalized, peering out of her window into his through binoculars. “Laboratories! Machines! Sideburns! Ghosts! And who knows what else!”

   She was leaning out of her window, and so retreated, muttering to herself. She walked into her kitchen. Upon coming to a locked drawer, she looked around nervously. Nope. No one was there. She pulled a key out of her pocket and inserted it into the lock. Mrs. Pattybuns reached into the drawer and pulled out…a chocolate chip cookie. She shoved the cookie into her mouth and swallowed it quickly. Her fat hands grabbed another cookie. And another. And another. She ate them all with relish, then shut the door and slipped the key back into her pocket, glancing around guiltily.

   â€œWell, I’ll take care of that lunatic,” Mrs. Pattybuns mumbled to herself, spraying the immediate air with chocolate chip cookie crumbs, “or my name isn’t…” (Here she put on her best and most practiced evil face) “..MRS. PATTYBUNS!”

   Her window cracked. Glass tended to break when Mrs. Pattybuns’ name was spoken aloud. She silently cursed herself.

   Suddenly, through the wall â€" yes, through the wall â€" came what looked like a large, gray balloon with fangs and a snake’s tongue. This was Blot, the older brother of the twin Ghosts.

   â€œWho…who are you?” Mrs. Pattybuns squeaked.

   Blot noticed her for the first time and gave a little shriek. (This was the normal reaction of people upon seeing Mrs. Pattybuns for the first time.) He regained his senses.

   â€œMy name is Blot,” he hissed in a somewhat smooth voice. “Blot the Vampire Ghost. Evil older brother of the Sideburn Ghosts.”

   â€œWhy are you here?” Mrs. Pattybuns demanded.

   â€œI’m not here, not necessarily. I just got out of that place as quickly as I could.” His tone became edgy as his eyes narrowed. “I want revenge on my siblings; that complete idiot, Mad; and anyone else who dares to side with them…”

   You’d never guess Blot was sixteen years old.

   â€œHold up, hold up,” interrupted Mrs. Pattybuns. “I want revenge on Mad, too!”

   â€œWow,” said Blot. “You don’t say. Umm, why?”

   â€œHe’s ensuring that my house will never be sold,” grumbled Mrs. Pattybuns. “But, I suggest that we work together, not particularly as friends, but to get towards a common goal. What do you say?”

   â€œSounds like a deal!” said Blot as he took a glass from her cupboard without asking and got a drink of water. “What did you say your name was?”

   â€œMrs. Pattybuns.”

   The glass Blot was holding broke.

Chapter Three
We’d like to file a Missing Ghost Report, Please
   â€œSo, isn’t this great?” said Boy Ghost enthusiastically.

   â€œIsn’t what great?” snapped Girl Ghost, irritated as always. They were in her room.

   â€œThat we’re haunting some guy!” said her brother. “Duh.”

   â€œUmm, I don’t know. It’s kind of strange, to tell you the truth. He doesn’t seem…”

   â€œFrightened?” suggested Boy Ghost.

   â€œYes!” said Girl Ghost. “That’s exactly it! Of course, we’re not very intimidating on our own. We’ve always relied on Blot to be the scary ghost. He has fangs, and a freaky tongue that’s always hanging out of mouth.” She sighed. “Where the heck did that vampire ghost go?”

   â€œI don’t know, and I don’t care,” sniffed Boy Ghost. “I never got along with him, anyway.”

   Girl Ghost bit her lip. “That’s kind of harsh. He is your brother.”

   â€œYeah, but I like my other brother better,” grinned Boy Ghost.

   She glared at him. “This is NOT the time.”

   â€œSorry,” muttered Boy Ghost. “But it’s true. Not about the brother part,” he added quickly, seeing Girl Ghost heat up. “About you being a better sibling.”

   â€œWe’re twins. I think you’d get along better with a twin than a regular sibling,” pondered Girl Ghost. “What do you think? Do you understand what I mean?”

   â€œI don’t understand anything,” grumbled Boy Ghost.

   Girl Ghost opened her mouth, and then closed it. His words were true.

   â€œStill,” she pressed on, “it can’t be us that made him leave.”

   â€œOf course not,” said Boy Ghost dismissively. “That’s delusional thinking on your part, sister.”

   â€œYeah, whatever,” she said, not completely convinced. “But, we should tell someone. Like, file a missing person report to the police?”

   Boy Ghost rolled his eyes.

   â€œYeah, that would work out fantastically,” he said sarcastically. “I can see the conversation right now.” He held up an imaginary phone to his head. “Hello? Police? Yes, ma’am, we’d like to file a missing person report. …Yes, ma’am. He’s thin and gray with… yes, ma’am, gray… with fangs and a forked tongue that sticks out of his mouth. He looks sort of like a balloon with his huge head, and…Hello? Ma’am? HELLO?”

   He turned back to his sister.

   â€œI may not be the smartest person around, but even I know that’s a bad idea.”

   She laughed. “I guess you’re right. Alright, then, but I still feel guilty.”

   â€œDon’t,” suggested Boy Ghost. “It’s not that big of a loss, anyway.”

   And on that note, Boy Ghost rose and exited the room, unable to see his sister’s worried face…

[SlowPokemon]

Next chapter

Chapter Four
Blot Out the Sun
   Everyone in Mad’s house woke up feeling slightly better. Well, if everyone means the Ghosts.
 
   â€œI feel REALLY refreshed! Don’t you, sister?” shouted Boy Ghost past Mad across the dining room table. He then looked at his plate and frowned down at his waffle. His mouth got wider and wider as he looked at his plate until it was somehow bigger than his head. He picked up the whole waffle with a fork, shoved it in his mouth (fork and all), and swallowed without chewing. The other two watched him.

   â€œI think I just lost my appetite,” muttered Girl Ghost, pushing her plate away.

   â€œHey, guys,” began Mad, trying to sound enthusiastic. “I was thinking that maybe you should go outside!”

   â€œWhy would we do that?” said Boy Ghost thickly. He was trying to talk while eating his plate.

   â€œYou know, fresh air, things like that,” said Mad hopefully.

   â€œIf anyone needs fresh air,” said Boy Ghost through the tablecloth, “it’s you. Me and my sister…”

   â€œMy sister and I,” corrected Girl Ghost.

   â€œMe and my sister don’t need fresh air,” continued Boy Ghost as though she had said nothing. “We ARE air. We’re ghosts.”

   Mad glared at them.

   â€œHow do ten dollars sound to get you out of the house?” he said grudgingly.

   â€œNow we’re talking,” grinned Boy Ghost. “Ten dollars…each.”

   Mad groaned.

   â€œYou had better be gone for at least an hour.”



   Mrs. Pattybuns looked with eager but puzzled eyes upon the large…the large…what do you call it?...the large…hot air balloon, yes…that Blot had spent all night making. It was standing next to the cannon he had also built.

   â€œIt’s…” she began.

   â€œAmazing?” inquired Blot in his smooth, hissing voice.

   â€œIt’s…”

   â€œAwe-inspiring?” suggested Blot.

   â€œIt’s…”

   â€œOut with it, woman! What?!”

   â€œIt’s…got your face.”

   And so it did. The giant, red-and-blue-striped hot air balloon was impressive, but it had large, snakelike eyes that blinked and swiveled and a wide mouth with two sharp fangs and a forked tongue. It was created in the image of Blot, and the effect was startlingly creepy.

   â€œSo?” Blot asked anxiously.

   â€œSo…I love it!” yelped Mrs. Pattybuns. “Let’s go inside and work out a battle plan. I have cookies!”

   Blot stared at her.

   â€œâ€¦Fine,” she sighed. “No cookies.”

   She waddled back into her house and Blot, rolling his eyes, followed suit.



   The Ghosts were just setting out on their walk.

   â€œBeautiful day, isn’t it?” said Girl Ghost, her eyes shining.

   â€œYeah, whatever,” grumbled Boy Ghost, yawning. “Just hurry up so we can go back to the house.”
   They started walking â€" er, hovering â€" and had just reached the first house when Boy Ghost noticed something in that first house’s backyard. He stopped Girl Ghost.

   â€œWow, what is that?” Girl Ghost said, furrowing her eyebrows.

   â€œI don’t know…” Boy Ghost said. “But it looks like…our brother.”

   â€œYeah, great job, genius,” Girl Ghost snapped. “I’m wondering who put it there. Wondering who the person was who built it…”

   â€œOh, there’s no doubt about who put it there,” said Boy Ghost dismissively. “Blot’s such a narcissist; he would put his face on a balloon…”

   â€œWhatever,” said Girl Ghost. “We have to tell Mad.”



   Mad, relaxing in the time before the Ghosts returned, was in his chair when the doorbell rang. And rang. And rang.

   God, who rings a doorbell that many times? thought Mad irritably as he finally got up. Someone had better be dying…

   He opened it to find the Ghosts.

   â€œHi!” said Boy Ghost happily.

   Mad glared at him. Oh, there would be be death involved…

   â€œI am not amused, nor do I have time to play these silly little games,” he said flatly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, you promised an hour, and it’s been…” (he checked his watch) “…three and a half minutes. Goodbye.”

   â€œBut Mad!” Girl Ghost said. “We found a hot air balloon in your neighbor’s backyard!”

   â€œThe Dodgsons have a hot air balloon?” Mad said, walking back inside and craning his neck to the house eastward of him. “But I don’t see any…”

   â€œNo, the other neighbor,” said Girl Ghost dismissively.

   The blood ran from Mad’s face.

   â€œThe one on the…other side of the house?” he asked weakly. “But that’s where…” he looked around nervously. He continued at a very quiet whisper. “See, glass breaks when her name is said too loudly… That’s where…Mrs. Pattybuns… lives.”

   â€œWho’s Mrs.…?” began Boy Ghost very loudly.

   â€œShut up,” hissed Girl Ghost.

   â€œShe’s my evil next-door neighbor,” Mad explained.

   â€œOh, everybody thinks their neighbors are evil,” said Boy Ghost with a knowing smile.

   â€œNo, she seriously is evil,” Mad confirmed. “I think she’s a retired criminal… Anyway, she hates weird neighbors and has sworn to make my life miserable… and then cancel my life altogether.”

   â€œOhhh…” the Ghosts said as one.

   â€œWell, if she has a hot air balloon, she’s probably forming another evil plan,” said Mad resignedly. “We’d better go check this out.”

   He led them outside to behind Mrs. Pattybuns’s house. She was in the middle of a heated battle debate with Blot (“I get to fire the giant cannon!” “No, I do!”) and so didn’t notice.

   â€œWhoa…” muttered Mad in awe. “That’s a big balloon…Well, I think there’s only one thing we can do at this point. Let’s do some balloon-stealing!”

   â€œUmm, okay…” said Boy Ghost, a little surprised.

   The Ghosts followed him into the oddly roomy basket below the balloon. It was as big around as the balloon â€" perhaps even a little bigger. There were dozens of little blinking buttons, most of which could not be proven to have a purpose. There was a small hole that looked up right into the balloon itself. Boy Ghost was standing directly under this hole. He looked at a button interestedly.

   â€œOoh! What does this button AAUGH!”

   As he pressed it, he was sucked into the balloon like dust into a vacuum cleaner.

   â€œGET ME OUTTA â€" oof.”

   For, as quickly as he was sucked in, he was immediately spat out of the Blot Balloon’s mouth. He opened the basket’s door and entered again. He went fiercely silent and turned red.

   â€œYou don’t taste good,” boomed the gargantuan face.

   â€œSh-shut up,” Boy Ghost muttered.

   Mad looked at a suspicious button that read “UP”, and rubbed his chin. He decided it was worth the risk, but before he could press it, Blot and Mrs. Pattybuns walked out of the house, still bickering.

   â€œYou know, as I was the one who built the cannon, I think I should be the one to fire it…” Blot was muttering, looking dejected.

   â€œOh, fine,” Mrs. Pattybuns pouted. “But I…” She fell silent as she looked in the balloon’s basket. “Um, Blot? I think we have some unwanted guests…”

   â€œI’ve figured that out for myself, thanks!” snapped Blot.

   â€œWell, you don’t have to be so…” Mrs. Pattybuns said indignantly, but Mad, who had heard enough, pressed the “UP” button, sending the trio indeed up, up, and away.

[DrP]

funny stuff, dude!

[SlowPokemon]

Chapters Five and Six

Chapter Five
More Ridiculousness

   â€œWho is THAT ghost?!” shrieked Mad, grabbing Boy Ghost’s neck and shaking it violently. “You’re not telling me there are MORE of you?!”

   â€œJust one more…” said Girl Ghost quietly. “And he’s not exactly…one of us.”

   â€œHow does he know you siblings?” Mad demanded.

   â€œHe is our sibling. He’s one year older than us,” corrected Boy Ghost distractedly. “But I’ve never considered that he would be working against us…”

   â€œThen he can’t be EVIL,” Mad said, relieved. “Annoying, maybe, but not EVIL.”

   â€œWrong again,” sighed Girl Ghost. “He’s not like us. He was a bad egg. He came out with all sorts of birth defects. He had fangs… He was gray.”

   â€œHe was mean and evil,” Boy Ghost said spitefully.

   â€œHe IS shooting a cannonball at us!” screamed Mad.

   â€œWhat?!” shrieked Girl Ghost.

   They both leaned over the edge and saw a cannonball making its way quickly toward them.

   Mad looked around the basket frantically, looking for some sort of weapon, or anything. There was a box labeled, “MASTER CONTROL. EMERGENCY USE ONLY.” He reached inside and pulled out what looked like… a Wii Remote?

   â€œOh, I used to love my Wii!” said Boy Ghost ecstatically. “First, you put on the wrist strap…”

   â€œI don’t need a wrist strap,” grumbled Mad. With a long, sweeping motion, the Blot Balloon’s immense mouth opened, and the cannonball flew into it. Boy Ghost quickly stepped out from under the hole.

   â€œMmm…jawbreaker…” said the Balloon Blot. His face turned sour. “Ugh, I HATE this flavor!” And with that he spat out the cannonball back to Earth.



   â€œSo, do you think it hit them?” Mrs. Pattybuns asked Blot, searching the skies anxiously.

   â€œHard to tell,” frowned Blot. “We could always…”

   Suddenly, the cannonball flew at a high speed back toward them and, before anyone could realize what was happening, hit Mrs. Pattybuns square on the head.

   Blot looked up to the heavens, frustrated, and shouted, “Oh, come ON!”

   He felt a small drop of rain on his head. He rolled his eyes and, leaving Mrs. Pattybuns where she was, unconscious, went back into the house to plan the next phase of the plan.



   â€œDid you see her face?” laughed Mad. “All…passed out! HA!”

   â€œYeah, it was amazing,” Boy Ghost smiled, rolling his eyes.

   â€œWatch this move,” said Mad, twirling the Wii Remote. All of a sudden, the Remote flew out of his hand and fell down to Earth. Mad and the Ghosts peeked over the edge and watch it fall. Everyone was quiet until Boy Ghost broke the silence.

   â€œShould’ve worn your wrist strap.”

   Mad did his best not to murder him.



Chapter Six
Down to earth

   A few minutes later, Balloon Blot landed on Earth. Mad and the Ghosts departed the basket.

   â€œBoy Ghost and I will go this way,” Mad said, pointing, “and, Girl Ghost, you go that way. We’ve got a Wii Remote to find.”

   â€œRight,” she said, nodding importantly.

   They split up and ran. They had a mission.

   It was too bad that two people were so intent on not letting them carry that mission out.



   In a very rich part of Doodle City, a snotty old woman was walking her cat. This woman’s name was Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney. Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney was very well-to-do. She may have thought she was fashionable. She wasn’t. Her hair resembled that of Marge Simpson’s, except it was piled up so high that it drooped over in front of her face. And it was a steel gray, not blue. She lived in the wealthy district of town and made sure that she â€" and her cat â€" always had the very best of everything. Speaking of the cat…

   â€œSnookums!” called Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney. “What are you chewing on? Is that…a Wii Remote?”

   Snookums was extremely annoyed with being called Snookums, as you’d surely imagine. And every time he’d find something interesting to play with â€" be it a mouse, a licorice straw he’d find in the street, a dead bird, a pencil, or, in this case, a Wii Remote that had fallen out of the sky â€" Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney would snatch it away from him and reprimand him about something called “dizz eeze.” He slipped the Wii Remote under his surprisingly large tongue and opened his mouth wide.

   â€œGood,” sniffed Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney. “I don’t want you to go picking up something in the street and getting some nasty disease.”

   Snookums wondered what exactly this “dizz eeze” was. It sounded dangerous â€" and exciting.

   â€œI’m going to buy some new pet food today,” announced Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney as she rather strutted down the street. “We’re almost out. We only have three jumbo-sized bags left, but you eat such a large amount…”

   Snookums ate about one ninety-ninth of a jumbo-sized bag every day, but he saw no point in discouraging his owner.

   Soon they reached the pet store. There was a new woman behind the counter today. She wore a tacky flowered shirt, had scandalous hair, and had a large bruise on her forehead.

   â€œHow in the world did you get such a nasty injury?” asked Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney, repulsed.

   â€œUmm…cannonball incident. Don’t ask,” replied the woman behind the counter.

   â€œWhatever,” shuddered Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney. “One bag of Snooty Petty Cat Food at once,” she ordered.

   â€œWe do not sell that anymore…there has been a…recall,” said the woman behind the â€" oh, let’s face it, Mrs. Pattybuns. “What we do have is this replacement, made by the, uh, same creators. It’s a new product that they say will guarantee your…”

   â€œSnookums,” said Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney.

   Mrs. Pattybuns stared at her.

   â€œâ€¦Snookums…to grow up big and strong.”

   â€œSnookums is always talking about being bigger, aren’t you, my little lima bean?” Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney cooed to her cat. Snookums had never shown an interest in being any bigger than he was (let alone being called “my little lima bean”), and he had never spoken a word (at least in human language). “Okay, then,” said Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney. “I’ll take that.”

   They walked out of the store and came to Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney’s favorite bench of the park. There were two little children laughing happily on the bench. Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney leaned her face very close to theirs and whispered spookily, “GET…OFF…” The children shrieked and ran to their mother. Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney sat down and smiled happily at Snookums, pulling the new brand of cat food out of the shopping bag.

   â€œSo, let’s see how you like this…” muttered Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney, wrenching the package open. She gave Snookums three little brown pieces. “Let’s see how much you grow…”

   No…this wasn’t right…Snookums was shuddering, twisting in ways no one should twist…his fur was changing colors… and before Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney knew what was happening, she was staring at a full-grown TIGER chewing on a Wii Remote.

   â€œYou certainly grew,” whimpered Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney.

   The fat old woman and a gray balloon-like creature watched on in glee.

Mad and Boy Ghost rushed into the park in their search. Mad ran frantically up to the mother of the children who were sitting on the bench, grabbed her purse, rifled through it, and threw it back at her.

   â€œMad, I found the master control!” shouted Boy Ghost gleefully.

   â€œReally? Where?” asked Mad ecstatically.

   â€œIn the jaws of that…tiger…” whispered Boy Ghost, realizing their situation.

   â€œâ€¦Oh.”

   â€œUh, don’t worry about it, said Boy Ghost with a painful grin. “I…I got it.”

   â€œWhat are you going to…?” said Mad suspiciously, but before he could finish, Boy Ghost shouted “AAAAAAA!” maniacally and leapt into the tiger’s surprised mouth. Two teenagers that happened to be loitering about the park ran to Mad. They were obviously siblings, a boy and a girl, despite their slight age difference. Mad would hazard a guess that the boy was fourteen, and the girl was around sixteen. The boy was clad in a black hoodie sweatshirt, the girl in a blue color of the same outfit. They both had blonde hair with blue eyes.

   â€œWhat the heck is that?” shouted the girl wildly. “Why is that tiger eating a balloon?”

   Mad sighed. “It’s not a balloon. I mean, HE’S not a balloon. He’s a ghost,” he mumbled, realizing how weird that sounded.

   â€œA…ghost,” repeated the girl cautiously.

   â€œYes,” said Mad, going red. He covered his face with his hands. “A…sideburn ghost,” he whispered sheepishly.

   â€œExcuse me?” said the boy incredulously. “I don’t think I heard you… A…sideburn ghost?”

   â€œYou heard me,” said Mad glumly, wishing he had gone with “balloon”.

   â€œAnd this…sideburn ghost… is with you?” asked the girl more gingerly still.

   â€œUnfortunately,” said Mad.

   Suddenly they were all distracted by a series of retching noises from the tiger. It turned a nasty shade of green and Mrs. Whiney-Bhiney quickly stepped back. Just in time, actually: the tiger puked up Boy Ghost, who was looking rather traumatized â€" he was covered in blobs of tiger barf â€" but he flopped over and held up the Wii Remote.

   The entire posse (Mad and the two kids) cheered loudly.

   â€œWow, that was amazing!” said the two siblings happily. “So, what are you…really?” the girl asked.

   â€œA sideburn ghost,” said Boy Ghost proudly.

   â€œWow, you aren’t crazy!” said the girl, looking at Mad. “I’m Liz McLean, and this is my brother Luke. And you are…?”

   â€œMad,” said Mad pleasantly.

   The smile dropped off of Liz’s face.

   â€œâ€¦Mad,” she said disbelievingly. “Really.”

   Before Mad had time to sigh, Girl Ghost ran into the park with a tiny, pink, rounded, triangular…thing with swirling antennae, two tiny arms, and two tiny legs. It was about the size of…a head.

   â€œWhat is that?!” inquired Mad.

   â€œI don’t know,” frowned Girl Ghost. “It kept following me around.”

   â€œWhy?” Mad asked.

   Girl Ghost frowned again. “I don’t really know.” She turned to it. “What’s your name?”

   â€œArnold,” said…Arnold…almost immediately. “I’m from a distant planet.”

   They all stared at him.

   â€œRight,” Mad said. “Well, um, you can go now.”

   â€œNo,” said Arnold defiantly. “My instincts tell me it’s best to go with you.”

   Mad rolled his eyes. “Alright…Arnold…I’ll let you go with me…if you can tell me what kind of transportation we’re using.”

   â€œA hot air balloon,” said Arnold, scoffing. “Duh.”

   â€œWhatever…” said Mad, more than a bit freaked out. “Just come on.”

   Liz gasped. “Did you say hot air balloon?”

   â€œNo, but he did,” said Boy Ghost, gesturing to Arnold.

   â€œI mean, is it true?” she said, rolling her eyes.

   â€œYeah,” said Mad, shrugging his shoulders. “But we kind of have to leave…” He looked past Luke’s head and saw an angry-looking gray ghost and his fat companion. “…Right now, in fact,” he said more hurriedly.

   â€œCan we come?” begged Luke.

   â€œNo,” snapped Mad. “I have enough on my already-small plate with those bozos and puffball here.”

   â€œPleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaase,” drawled Luke very loudly.

   Mad covered his ears in disgust.

   â€œFine, fine, whatever! Just SHUT UP!” shouted Mad. “And come on already!”

   â€œGladly,” said Luke sweetly.

   They filed one-by-one onto the Blot Balloon.

   â€œWhat’s with the freaky snake on the front?” Liz asked, looking strange.

   â€œOh, nothing,” said Boy Ghost airily. “It’s a, um, giant mural of our evil brother Blot, who is out to get us and built this giant balloon in an attempt for an aerial attack.”

   Liz frowned and raised one of her eyebrows. Luke looked at Boy Ghost as though he were mentally unstable.

   â€œUmm…that doesn’t sound like nothing…” pointed out Luke.

   Boy Ghost sighed. “Yeah, it’s actually the whole reason we’re up here. You see, he’s working with Mad’s neighbor who is actually evil and is plotting to kill him. Or at least seriously injure him.”

   â€œAnd her name?” Liz asked, already regretting the question.

   â€œMrs. Pattybuns.”

   Liz rolled her eyes.

   â€œSo, lemme get this straight,” she said sarcastically. “He’s Mad, you and your sister are Boy and Girl Ghost, your brother is Blot, his accomplice is Mrs. Pattybuns, and that…is Arnold?”

   â€œUh…yep.”

   Liz groaned and walked to the far side of the basket.

[DrP]

meh... kinda glanced over... not really my type of story, really. Don't get me wrong, it's good writing and creative, just not really for me!

[Winter]

Looking forward to it!
500th post, guys! Woo!
First day as a Star Fox Salsa lol

Damn, in 5 months, you posted 2000 times... I'm only quoting this because I just realized... this is MY 500th post.

Woo!

I missed Termina Tango though I wanted to stay there forever cause I like Zelda. Alot.

mhm.

Now as to make this less spam-like, since you yelled at me in the other thread for going off topic XD, about  a month and a half ago I did read through a few chapters -maybe the whole thing- I can't remember.

I read it cause I'm the type to finish what I start, I'm not gonna read it twice, but from what I recall there was a lot of dry humor and my mom kept asking me why I was giggling in the corner, but the writing style was a little awkward with all the dialogue and whatnot.

WOW my comp says that dialogue is not a word.

I admire the fact that you can write (and continue writing) that is where my problem is, I'm not all that bad but after like a paragraph, I'm out of spark :p

I coulda sworn I already posted here but I guess not. I think I just lurked for the first few weeks here.

500!!!

[SlowPokemon]

Yeah, I dunno if I'm gonna finish it. I've finished it on paper, but I don't think it was quite popular enough to keep posting.

I might continue it when I finish TWTGO--which unfortunately will be soon. Ish.

[Winter]

At least write one more chapter of TWTGO, you did invite the chatacters to New Years.

Strange Boy, You MUST have the will to go on!

[SlowPokemon]

Yeah, there's gonna be an epilogue.

And if you notice, I made it so that if I feel like it, I can always go back and write some of the stuff they did during those two weeks, and also throughout their journey.

And I could write those things from Aaron's point of view. Or Karen's. Or Eusine's, I never did him, although I meant to.

I think writing from Will's perspective gave it an interesting feel.

Also, there has to be an epilogue; Will's father has only made one appearance.

[Winter]

I was definitely surprised when Aaron got the gym challenge, and Will got relatively nothing. I'd elaborate on his Psychic ability too.

Give him a girlfriend!

[Jub3r7]

Wow, I really enjoy your stories. I wouldn't mind reading the rest of it...

[SlowPokemon]

Wow, if you had not said that, I would have deleted this thread and forgotten about it. But I suppose I can finish it for you--then comes the fun part, which is writing the rest of them.

[Jub3r7]

Wait, didn't you already finish it on paper? XD

I'm sure WinterKid wouldn't mind reading the rest either, though. He just hasn't said anything.

[SlowPokemon]

I have written up to number four, but the first draft of this one was awful and needs some serious revision. I was happy with the second and third, though. The fourth is about three-fourths through if I remember, and pretty different.

Blot is my favorite character.

Oh, and don't worry about the Strange Boy popping up; this book is strange enough without me in it.

[Jub3r7]

You are already in it, aren't you?