AHHHH! It's BACK! ahem Sorry. I haven't been on in a looong time. But I finally have a new story for you! Here comes the obscenely short prologue! YAY!

Fawful: smacks Staplesauce

Sorry! On with the story!


The digital clock on the bedside table blinked "3:00 A.M." as Fawful opened his eyes. He yawned and stretched a little.

"...Morning is here...?" he mumbled sleepily, putting on his thick glasses. Soon, he noticed the time. Why was he up so early?

That's when he heard the knocking.

Fawful jumped out of bed, suddenly alert. He threw on his favorite red cape and frantically looked around for his headgear. He knew exactly who had come knocking at his door so late at night, and he wasn't about to let it find him. A small smile of triumph on his face, he pulled his headgear out from under his bed. He always forgot where he hid that thing. Taking a last look at the place he'd called home for such a long time, Fawful opened a secret trapdoor in the ceiling and climbed out of the sewer.

Outside Fawful's home, the mysterious cloaked figure sensed that his quarry had left. It simply smirked and shook its head.

"You can't run forever, Fawful."

It turned and slowly glided away without a trace.

"Don't fear the reaper."