Hey, everyone, it's me again. Guess what? This is the sequel that you all are waiting for. Geronimo Stilton x Sally Ratmousen: The Jumpscare of Tranratania! It's pretty much a continuation of Sally Ratmousen: The Mouse and The Anaconda. To be honest, I have been thinking of how should I start and finish for a while. Well, with all said then, let's start it.


Stilton's Perspective


June 10th 2016, 7:30 a.m, New Mouse City, Mouse Island

The alarm clock rang at half-past 7 in the morning. That's my usual time I woke up in the morning. I got up from the bed and dress myself and then had my breakfast. Nothing seemed strange until I turned on the TV. The 8 o' clock news was replaced by cartoon. To be honest, I don't feel the urge to watch cartoon not because it was childish. It just that I don't feel that it's the time to watch it. I rather watch it with my nephew, Benjamin. But of course, he's already about 12, so I don't think he would want to watch cartoons more often with me. He's instead usually on the PC when he doesn't have school, although when I came and visit him, he would just talk with me a lot.

As I walked on the streets of New Mouse City, everything's a little creepier now. Yesterday, there were still people walking and the sun was still brightly shining. But today the clouds are gray and the atmosphere was dark and cold. I wonder why the street was even colder today. Once I entered my office, there was no one in the office. How strange. Even my grandfather wasn't here. How very strange.

Before I move on, I wanted to introduce myself first. My name is Stilton, Geronimo Stilton. I am the chief editor of the Rodent's Gazette. It's the most popular newspaper everyone reads. Although I had to admit, the actual lack of content of the entertainment section is starting to hold the newspaper down. That's where the majority of the young people today went to the Daily Rat. I don't really know my origins, let alone my birthday.

And then, a man in morning suit and bowler hat came inside the office. It was Sam Ratmousen, Sally's brother. I first met him when Sally invited me to her house. Agreeably, I felt that his appearance is somewhat stereotypical to a British gentleman. To be honest, at the day we met, we did talk about the business. Of course, the chief editor there is very interested in my looks and my attitude, so he asked me to collaborate with Gentleman Monthly. Just to be clear, I was considering about it when my grandfather asked me to just go ahead.

"Hi, Geronimo," Sam greeted me. "It's a very quiet day, wasn't it? My editor wasn't here today. I didn't see any of the dappers there. It's been the same for you too, right, mate?"

"Yeah, bitch! Everyone really got sucked by some tentacle porn!" one voice barged to my office. I instantly knew who was talking that way. Sally Ratmousen. Her short manly titian hair signifies her rude and rebellious nature.

"Sally, how many times do I have to tell you not to talk about tentacle porn? Do you think octopus exists in the land?" Sam shouted at her.

"Well, go get yourself some suck-ulent sannakji."

"Ah... Sally, just cut it off. Everyone's been missing other than three of us, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, nigga, three of us here, stuck with a tentacle sucking our o...," Sally blurted out those words.

"Why do you want to use the n-bomb? It's not appropriate there," I explained.

"Ey, I live with the homies, yo! Thought you nig.."

"Shush, Sally. Why do you really need to speak like a gangster? Anyway... do anyone have any leads of who caused it?" Sam asked us.

"Cyrus von Snootrat told us that lots of us had been tricked by a text message, stating that the closest person to them went missing and they asked us to go to Transratania."

"Cyrus...wasn't he supposed to be in prison?" Sam asked.

"Seriously, Sam? Cyrus told us that he was anonymous."

"Anyway... who want to go the town hall? We can talk to the Honorable about that," I told them.

"Who?"

"The Honorable Ratmouse. Don't you know him?"

"No. I didn't know him when I left the city for London."

We got out of the office and walked to the Town Hall, which is about 5 minutes away from my office.