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Chapter 1 - Bad Luck, Why's it always me!
I mean do I ooze pick on me or something, but wait I'm getting ahead of myself aren't I? Well you see all my troubles started when I escaped from Walker's prison, I'd just managed to sneak home to my library and I sighed slumping in my chair.
Only to jump right back up and flinch when someone behind me cleared their throat I pivoted on one heel slowly expecting either Skulker or Walker behind me, instead it was Clockwork.
"Uh... Hello Clockwork, uh... how can I help you" I said nervously, I'd never had much to do with him before, what with how I was pretty strict with myself about solving my own mistakes, although that was probably why he was here. When Danny tried to trash the Quantum Keyboard, it probably fixed itself and then was found by someone who's probably right now causing mayhem or worse...
"I know what you're thinking but thankfully your wrong, they've not brung chaos yet, it's in good hands, for now" I sighed relieved "But that's not to say it can't still cause trouble" frowned Clockwork as he suddenly grabbed a hold of my sleeve dragging me away of my home as he flew through the ghost zone.
Finally after about ten minutes flying he stopped in front of a slightly triangular, somewhat foggy-looking portal.
"They're somewhere through this portal it connects to a parallel world and it's a lot different than the one you are use to, for one the ghosts there are unseen by most and are generally bound to the place they died. That's why I want you to take what I say very seriously, only reveal that you're a ghost unless it's necessary or to someone who needs to know that means live like a human and wait, the man who has the Keyboard will come to you" Clockwork said before violently pushing me through the portal.
See what I mean about being picked on.
CB was walking through the empty set all was silent, but this time next week the studio would be a flurry of activity.
Frankly that wasn't what he was worried about; it was Tony Foster and any new trouble he'd end up in this year.
Speaking of strange wizards, CB looked into rafters to place of the portal that had caused everything,
"Could've sworn I sore a flash of green light..." his mumbled musing was cut short as said portal opened dropping a girlishly screaming someone down on top of him.
I squealed as I fell through the portal, thankfully something or someone cushioned my fall.
"Uh... sorry" I said picking myself off of the large angry black man whom I just squished into the concrete.
"I should think so" he growled standing up, suddenly he grabbed the front of my scarf and held me aloft my feet dangling uselessly above the ground "who are you and what are you doing here" he practically snarled at me, safe to say I was near on shitting myself, if that was possible.
"Um uh... G... g..." Think of a human name, think of a human name! I thought desperately,
"Uh... George Watts, mister scary guy" mister scary guy I hope he isn't insulted by that! I mentally flinched,
"Like you can talk pointy ears, and call me CB" he scoffed, dropping me.
"Ouch!" I said rubbing my skinned elbow,
"Why do you bleed green" asked CB, Oh damn I'd forgotten about that!
Although not Slash yet it'll get there I hope I haven't written Slash before this but my ideas seem good so far... – D.C.