A/N: So this is what happens when you get JetravenEx late at night and she drags Breezyfeather into her madness.

JetravenEx: I don't know what this is going to end up being.

Humanized! Superior: A disaster?

JetravenEx: You! You're not a part of DD or Ultimatum! Out! Even if you are a sexy bastard T.T *pushes Superior out*

Breezyfeather: Yeah, I have no idea where this is going either. *laughs nervously* So….what now?

JetravenEx: Now we figure out what to do… Or we just start writing.

Breezyfeather: I think we ought to just throw things at the wall haha *throws a paint-filled water balloon at the wall* (beat) Although, this is probably not the best way to go.

JetravenEx: Hey I'm all for throwing things at the wall. Or throwing charries at the wall… *glances at Tyler*

Tyler: Why me?!

JetravenEx: Cause you're my go-to for stuff like that.

Breezyfeather: ...How about we don't harm our characters…? *slowly moves Tyler away from Jet*

Tyler: *flings himself at Breezy's feet* Oh, glorious and merciful Breezyfeather! Let me submit to you! Take me on as one of yours and save me from Jet's brutality!

Breezyfeather: O_O

JetravenEx: Hey! I only hurt the characters I love best, Masquerade knows that from experience!

Breezyfeather: *deadpanning* ...You do realize he probably wants to kill you, right? I know Dan wants to kill me for all the abuse I put him through.

Dan: She is one of the few people I hate.

Breezyfeather: Yeeeeeah…..

Masquerade: As much as I may not like you Dan, you have my respect, and I agree with you. I'd love a chance to put Jet through the ringer.

JetravenEx: Yeah, well, you can't. *sticks out tongue and blows raspberry* Nyah nyah! I'm the writer so you can't touch me!

Breezyfeather: They probably fantasize about it, though. And hope they can when we're not in your bunker.

Masquerade and Dan: *both giving the girls dark looks*

Breezyfeather: *edges away slightly in alarm* Which is where we should probably go. We can watch movies. Or replay scenes of our fanfictions with commentary. Or something of that nature. *notices Masky and Dan's faces getting progressively creepier. Gulps*

Aidan: Oh, you mean the bunker that Tyler set on fire several minutes ago? *gestures to burning bunker*

Breezyfeather: *stares in shock before turning to Jet in alarm* JET, YOU SAID THAT WAS SAFE!

JetravenEx: He must've hacked the codes… OR something… But only my most trusted charries had those codes…

Human!Superior: *whistles innocently*

Breezyfeather: Whyyyy? *sad eyes at Human!Superior*

Superior: *shrugs* JetravenEx has horrible things planned for me, I'm getting her in advance, plus… Oserian said she wants to try something.

Oserian: *appears* It is time for you to endure what your characters have been through! With my god like powers that JetravenEx has yet to fully explain I shall banish you both to your worlds of Ultimatum and Dual Dimensions!

Breezyfeather: ...Jet, she's in Doom and Doccorus. Also, WHO IS SHE?

Oserian: Doom and Docorrus us a part of Dual Dimensions, and I am a godly being, that's all I can reveal at the moment.

JetravenEx: Eh, that doesn't sound too bad.

Oserian: It wouldn't, except the characters will be able to exact their revenge.

Masquerade: *grins darkly*

Dan: *smirks*

Breezyfeather: *moans* Jeeeeett….Why do you do this to me? Now I need to get my golf club….

Cassie: Well...it could be worse.

Breezyfeather: ...You don't know that.

Obsidian: *smirks in amusement* Nope, but you have to appreciate her efforts to calm you.

Breezyfeather: I do, I do…. *whines into pillow* You're wonderful, Cassie.

Cassie: *laughs nervously*

JetravenEx: Have no fear, Breezy! Just grab your golf club and brace yourself for the madness that ensues! For I know that there are some charries that will not betray me.

Jet's OC's: Yeah, no.

JetravenEx: TRAITORS!

Breezyfeather: ...I don't see how you didn't see that coming, Jet.

JetravenEx: *frowns* Point taken.

Breezyfeather: *sighs in resignation* ...Let's just get this over with….

JetravenEx: *jabs finger at Oserian* Do your worst!

Breezyfeather: DON'T. PLEASE don't. *turns to Jet* If I wind up with permanent scars, I blame you!

Sid: You do realize that would be entirely your fault, right?

Breezyfeather: … *glares at Sid*

Oserian: *smirks eyes flashing* Very well, first stop, Dual Dimensions.

Story begins:

In a flash of light, a 19 year old girl with dirty blond hair dressed in faded shorts and a gray shirt with Pikachu on it appeared in a darkened hallway.

"Huh, looks like we're starting in Masquerade's mansion. Guess Masky wants a crack at us first," JetravenEx mused peering up and down the dark, shadowy hall where a certain masked blond could be hiding anywhere.

The red-haired girl beside her gave a long suffering sigh. She tucked one leg behind the other and clasped her hands together against her back. "You mean a crack at you first. He's not in Ultimatum." She paused. "Why am I in my school uniform?"

JetravenEx looked her up and down, taking in the white knee-high socks, dark blue skirt and white polo. An insignia of a detailed coat of arms was embroidered above her left breast.

JetravenEx shrugged. "Haven't the foggiest, and you have to wear uniforms?" She pulled a face at that. "Urgh, I haven't had to wear those annoying things since I was 7; god, those were awful."

Breezy shrugged. "I dunno. It sure beats having to go clothes shopping. I just have to do the laundry a billion times a week. But I'm graduating in a week and a half… And, oooooh, why? These shoes are hard to run in!"

JetravenEx frowned. "Well, I kind of beat up my legs a lot over the past 4 years are running, so I'm probably not going to be able to run fast without something acting up. This should be fun…" she muttered, glancing around. "Wonder what's taking them so long to actually do something. Does Masquerade think I'll walk right into him like Jet? Please!" she said with a scoff, throwing her hands out to her sides. "I'm not that easy."

"Please don't jinx it," Breezy moaned. "I may have a golf club, but it's not pepper spray! ...Though I would love to have some at this point. Not that it would help."

JetravenEx glanced back at her and nodded. "Hey don't worry, they're going to come after me first right? You don't have anything to worry about," she said, summoning a big smile, although it didn't quite reach her blue eyes. "I mean, you'll probably have to deal with me suffering horrible things, but, eh, it could be worse. Could be raining," she said with a shrug.

Breezy all but snapped her fingers, a mere second before a crash of thunder sounded outside. She shot her comrade a deadpan look. "You were saying?"

"Huh, the timing of things is impeccable," Jetraven said with a frown, grabbing her chin. "Well, as much fun as chatting-with-you-in-a-dark-hallway-while-angry-characters-seeking-vengeance-lurk-in-the-darkness is, we should probably start moving," she said, giving their surroundings a once over, not even flinching at the loud crack of thunder that followed. "Fortunately for me, I'm not scared of thunder-or the dark! Well…" she frowned as she eyed the dark, imagined phantoms crossing her eyes, making her shudder. "Okay maybe I'm a little afraid of the dark. I knew I should've brought my stuffed pegasus, or Superior." Her eyes watered slightly. "Why Superior?! Why must you betray me, you sexy bastard?"

Breezy giggled nervously, unsure of whether or not she should be comforting or laughing at the older girl. "Well," she appeased after a moment, "you're right about one thing. We probably should get moving."

She glanced up and down the hall again, shuddering when a flash of lightning briefly banished the shadows, before tightening her grip on the golf club. "Daijoubu ka, ne?" she murmured, half to herself. She took a step to the right.

Jetraven nodded. "Yup, just have your golf club ready. I'll walk ahead and when I scream and jump back, you go in with your golf club and let 'em have it," she said, moving to stand in front of Breezy as she faced the direction they'd chosen.

"I feel like it should be the other way around, since I'm not exactly the target here," the younger girl protested.

"I'd rather have you behind me, least it means they won't get me in the back."

"Thanks," Breezy deadpanned.

"Unless they attack from the ceiling," she said, ignoring her and glancing upwards, frowning when she caught a sign of glowing purple lights further ahead. "I see you, Human-Version of Superior! You're not even in Dual Dimensions!" She scowled as the lights disappeared. "I swear if Speedy shows up in this story, I'm flipping a table. Should've known that if I kept crossing over my stories they'd all jump into one and come back to bite me in the ass."

"Speedy?"

Jetraven blinked. "Oh right, he's my family car/first OC I ever created in my entire life. He's a minivan so he won't be able to do much… But just him showing up here would make me flip a table, or, I dunno, some other rage-quit thing."

"Oh, I remember him now. He was in that celebratory fic of yours, ri-EEK!" Breezy slipped to the ground in surprise as something flew out of the shadows.

"What?! What?!" Jetraven demanded, looking around wildly trying to see what it was that had caused her friend to scream.

"Bat," Breezy stammered. Jet squinted, trying to see anything in the darkness, when a bolt of lightning flashed outside and she caught a glimpse of Masquerade further down the hall. He grinned eerily at them before the darkness returned and swallowed him up. "HEY! No creepy horror stuff! I call hax!"

"Back off! I have a golf club!" Breezy shouted, getting to her feet again. "Let's pretend I'm not a klutz, okay?" she murmured to Jetraven. "At least to him?"

Jetraven nodded. "Sounds good to me," she said, glaring into the darkness. "So far I've seen Masquerade and Superior, and they're down that way," she said, gesturing down the hall where she'd seen Masquerade. "You know, maybe we should just stay here. They seem to be waiting for us to stumble into them in the dark."

"And, what, wait for them to come after us with machetes? I'm aware that's dark-no pun intended," she added after a moment. "But I'd rather not get stabbed in the dark…"

Jetraven paled at the mention of machetes. "I'm regretting my decision to listen to those creepypastas earlier," she muttered, shivering. Breezy shuddered. "Makes me very glad this doesn't take place in Doom and Docorrus, I mean that version of Masquerade is just brutal. What with all his maiming and stabbing thing going on…"

"...Didn't that start with Billy, though? Around now?" Breezy asked, her voice shaking.

Jetraven frowned. "Well, yeah, he beat the crap out of Billy, but that was more out of rage. I was talking more about the new Masquerade that Hal-G created; he's just evil and insane. I don't know where he got the stabbing thing from," she said, eyebrows furrowing. "I should probably get my brain checked after this."

"You can join me at therapy, if you want. We can be committed to a psychiatric institution for schizophrenia and delusions together."

JetravenEx was about to say something when someone grabbed the two girls' shoulders from behind. Jetraven shrieked in both fright and slight pain as the grip on her shoulder was strong enough to bruise. The golf club was yanked out of Breezy's hand and something closed around her wrist.

Jetraven turned her head and glared at the one holding them, scowling as she recognized the purple eyes hidden behind a glass visor and messy black hair. "Damn it, Superior! You're a freaking android! That's cheating! They didn't banish us to Fighting Bakugan! They banished us to DD."

Superior smiled darkly as he tightened his grip. "Then you really shouldn't have brought me into DD with the special."

"So now that we have you and Breezy," Masquerade mused, spinning the golf club he'd taken from her, "what should we do with you?" He tapped the golf club against his palm.

At least that's up for debate. Small comfort there, Breezy thought, grimacing at the tight grip Superior had on her wrist. She swallowed hard. "Uh...I'd say 'you could let us go', but I don't think that'd go over well."

"Yeah!" Jetraven piped up. "Like, you used Superior! That's cheating! You didn't even give us a fighting chance!"

The red-head snapped her head around to stare imploringly at Jetraven. "Please don't give them ideas!"

Masquerade chuckled. "Then how about a game? The same one you had me and Jet play in DD. Hide and Seek."

"You gave them ideas. Why? Why did you give them ideas?" Breezy muttered, rubbing at her face with her free hand. Jetraven ignored her.

"If you both make it out of the mansion before 5 minutes, you're free to go," Masquerade smirked.

"Easy enough, I can make it to the park where I live in 5 minutes! Escaping a creepy mansion? Piece of cake," Jetraven said confidently.

"Ah, ah," Masquerade interrupted, lifting a hand and waggling his index finger in her face. "It won't be that simple, because while Superior and I will be keeping track of the clock, some of the other characters will… interfere with your progress."

Jetraven paled slightly. "But that's not fair; they could just hold us in one place and then you'll appear to where they're at."

"We're not that unfair," Masquerade corrected her. "They can't lay a hand on either of you, but I don't doubt they'll find other means to slow your progress."

"That's still unfair!" Jetraven protested.

"'Other means'?" Breezy repeated.

"How bout we extend the time limit by some then?" Superior said. "10 minutes."

"10 minutes," Breezy echoed. "Why does this feel rigged?"

Masquerade shrugged. "10 minutes. Take it or leave it."

Jetraven grimaced and glanced at Breezy. "It's our only chance," she said quietly. Breezy sighed. Masquerade's lips curved up into a wicked smirk as the older girl turned to him and nodded. "All right, we'll play your game."

Masquerade grinned as he stepped back, his cape-like coat billowing out from a phantom wind. "Then let the games begin!" he declared, and snapped his fingers. Superior released them and shoved them forwards, albeit with a bit more force than the situation warranted.

"At least they didn't say we needed to split up," the ginger told her half-heartedly. The pair glanced behind them. The Darkus duo was watching them depart with small smirks, and Breezy looked away quickly. Chills ran down her spine.

Jetraven nodded. "Thank goodness for small blessings," she said as she walked down the hall, her fists balled at her sides. Breezy bounded forward a few steps to keep up. "Plus with 10 minutes, we should be golden," Jetraven said, poking her head into the rooms as they passed. "Though I don't see what the others can possibly do without being able to touch us."

"Haven't you watched enough movies to know not to say things like that?" Breezy bristled. "They can do plenty without touching us!"

Jetraven turned to her and chuckled weakly. "I, er, don't watch horror movies. I get scared easily." Breezy backtracked.

"I don't either. Nightmares. Sorry, I thought it was cliche enough..." She trailed off anxiously.

Jetraven smiled, trying to be reassuring as she continued to make her way down the hall, glancing into each room they passed. "Don't worry, it's like you said. They're after me, not you right now. So they should only be playing to my fears." Breezy looked away, cheeks red.

"Sorry. I shouldn't be freaking out so much. This is your nightmare, not mine. I'm sorry."

JetravenEx chuckled, shrugging her shoulders, "Eh, this isn't quite my nightmare, my nightmares usually involve a lot worse things… Though I suppose they're getting to them," she said, chuckling weakly. Breezy made a face that seemed to be the combination of a smile and a grimace.

Up ahead, one room erupted into bright light before going out, then going back on and beginning to flicker like strobe lights. Breezy clenched her jaw and gulped. "Been in any haunted houses lately?"

"No. Besides the haunted prison where you have to pay 50 bucks to enter and then try to get it back by making it all the way through, there aren't many where I live," Jetraven said, swallowing slightly.

"Oh. Fun."

"Yeah, just buckets of it." Jetraven said as they neared the room with the strobe lights. "I'll look first," she said, edging towards the open doorway.

Breezy held up a hand in protest. "I don't think that's a good idea. If they're after you, it would make sense for me to look first. Just...stay close to me. Like, hold onto my wrist. You know, so you don't get...yanked into the darkness."

JetravenEx blinked then nodded slowly. "Okay," she said grasping Breezy's wrist in a firm but not too painful grip. "I've got you, I can yank you back if something comes at you, just scream."

"Thanks," Breezy grimaced. She hesitated for a moment, trying to compose herself, before she gave JetravenEx's hand a squeeze and started forward. The two girls approached the door cautiously, Breezy expecting something to jump out at her in time with a crack of thunder out of cruel amusement. Instead, some strange thumping sound grew in volume with every step. She licked her lips nervously. Before she knew it, they were standing pressed up against the wall beside the doorway, that thumping sounding oddly similar to a poorly tuned bass beat.

"Okay," she murmured. "This is weird." And terrifying. And she peered around the corner.

The first thing she noticed was the increased intensity of the strobe light-immediately, seeing became difficult. She squinted, but her eyes went wide as soon as she could see again.

In the center of the room was a glass partition, but she wouldn't have noticed it if it weren't for the wet crimson streaks. Further cruel examination revealed something in the blood, something dark and...chunky. The blood drained out of her face. Her breathing hitched. Behind the glass were strange, moving bodies, but the strobe was making it difficult to focus on them. It was also making her dizzy. Or maybe that was the terror. Yeah. That could have something to do with it.

"J-Jet," Breezy choked out, stepping backward shakily.

"What? What is it?" Jet asked, peering in after her, freezing up when she took in the sight of the dirty thick glass wall and the zombies moving about behind it. She pulled Breezy, who moaned out in protest, into the room. They were bouncing around and bumping into both each other and the wall, their arms up in their air as they moved to the thumping noise. The strobe light flashed behind them. Her eyebrows furrowed and she frowned. "I don't believe it," she said with a facepalm. "They brought in actual clubbing zombies." She poked her head out into the hall. "Which one of you boneheads decided to bring the Clubbing Zombies out of that arcade game I played at KD's birthday?!" she shouted into the darkness.

Farther down the hall-and slightly to the left-someone snickered and Jetraven glared in that direction.

"I heard that, Viki! Just, why? Why actual clubbing zombies? Its just, I can't… I can't process it," Jetraven said, smacking her forehead.

"I hate my life," Breezy moaned. "Zombies… Why did it have to be zombies?"

Jet huffed. "Because I'm scared of them, and, of course, since my characters love an opportunity to turn everything into a joke, they brought in the clubbing zombies from this game I played at a friends party." Jet shuddered. "The game was pretty scary, but there was this one part where you go in a room and there's a bunch of zombies behind a wall with a strobe light behind them, and although they're probably trying to get you it looked like they were clubbing. Hence," Jet said, gesturing to the actual clubbing zombies, "clubbing zombies."

"Actually," a voice came from the shadowy corner of the room. 12 year old Runo stepped out, going over to a lever on the right side of the room. Breezy paled at the sight of her, "they're all the hospital victims that were harmed as a result of the attack on the hospital."

"Hey! No one was killed in that attack... Except maybe for the unfortunate people who were prolly on life support," JetravenEx said with a grimace.

"Regardless, they all make up this hoard of 'clubbing zombies', and this lever," Runo said, gesturing to it, "keeps that glass wall standing between you and them." She grabbed onto it with both hands and began to force it down.

"H-hey, let's not be hasty now," Breezyfeather protested, stepping forward. She held up her hands in a gesture of peace, and Runo paused. The red-head relaxed for the brief second that they held gazes, but her anxiety cranked up to eleven when Runo flashed her the single most terrifying slasher smile she'd ever seen. "You think this is bad? This is for Jet-and she didn't even treat me too horribly in Dual Dimensions. Wait until I get to deal with you."

Breezy's face went white. She hadn't thought it possible, but Runo's grin grew, perhaps, even more sadistic at the sight. "Oh, yes. Be afraid. Be very afraid." And with that, she seized the lever again, and yanked it down.

"Uh oh, let's book it, Breezy!" JetravenEx said, reaching out and grabbing Breezy's hand. She rushed back into the hallway, racing forwards. "Scary Runo is very scary!" she cried, voice high with fear.

"You're telling me?" Breezy screeched. Behind them there was a clang and a loud cacophony of moaning and groaning. A barrage of slow, thumping footsteps sounded behind them.

"Run, run, run," JetravenEx breathed, quickening her pace dragging Breezy behind her. Dull pain started emanating from her left foot and Jet began to run while favoring her foot.. "Ow ow, pain. Must keep running."

"They are going to eat us!" Breezy yelped. "Run or die, Jet! RUN OR DIE!" They sprinted past Masquerade and Superior, but hardly noticed them.

"Should we tell them they can't actually touch them?" Superior asked quietly.

"Why spoil the fun?" Masquerade smirked. "Two minutes have passed!" he called after the girls. "The clock is ticking!"

"Don't remind me! I get anxious with time limits!" Jetraven shouted over her shoulder.

"Less talking! More running!"

"Okay, okay!" Jetraven said, pouring on the speed, her cadence evening out as the pain faded from her mind and she began to settle into a quick, steady rhythm. However, she was moving so fast she didn't realize she was practically pulling poor Breezy's arm out of its socket and causing her to stumble.

"Itai itai itai!" she yelped, struggling to keep up.

"Ita-what?" Jetraven asked, slowing just a bit.

"Forget it!"

"Oka-AAAAH!" Jetraven cried as her foot suddenly passed right through the floor. What appeared to be solid ground ahead proved to be a hologram over a gap, which flickered and disappeared as the pair dropped through it. Both girls shrieked. Jet fell first, unable to stop her forwards momentum and dragging poor Breezy with her. She yelped as they sailed through the air and her stomach dropped. The older girl latched onto Breezy and squeezed her tightly.

They fell for a few eternal seconds before coming into contact with something soft and springy. They bounced, earning startled gasps from the pair as they came to a shaky stop.

Jet, however didn't release Breezy; she had her arms wrapped around the other girl and was holding on tightly, shaking minutely. Her eyes were squeezed shut while she mumbled, "Don't like heights, don't like drops, don't like falling…"

"I-it's okay," Breezy stammered, blinking up at the not-ceiling. Jet whimpered. Breezy glanced around some more, taking in the darkened but mostly empty hallway on either side of them.

"Is it over? Are we dead?" Jet asked slowly, her voice wavering slightly as she couldn't quite stave off a tremble.

"Well, uh, the fall is over. We're not dead. I don't think there are," she chuckled a bit despite herself, "trampolines in heaven."

Jetraven's shivering stopped and she slowly opened her eyes, glancing around and taking stock of their surroundings. "Oh," she said, untangling herself from Breezy. "Yeah," she said sheepishly, reaching up to rub the back of her head. "Sorry 'bout that."

Breezy laughed. "It's all good. It's just, kinda funny. Trampolines. What the hell?" She laughed harder. "Oh, geez..."

Jetraven started laughing slightly. "Yeah, trampolines. Who puts a trampoline at the bottom of a hole!" she giggled, her sides starting to shake as she laughed harder.

Upstairs, the sound of their laughter reached Masquerade and Superior, and the two looked at each other in understandable confusion.

"I think they've lost it," Superior remarked, glancing warily in the direction of the laughter.

His companion scoffed, shaking his head. "As if they had any sanity to begin with." They paused. "They've got 7 minutes left. They'd better hurry or they're going to lose."

A minute passed and Jet managed to calm herself down and began to truly take stock of the situation. "Well, we dropped down a floor, or two… So, let's go find a room with a window and find out where we're at?" she suggested, looking at Breezy. She swallowed her remaining giggles.

"Sounds good. Maybe we can actually get outside with a window. It's not like they said we couldn't break one," she pointed out, looking around for a door. They began the process of getting off the netted trampoline, which was interesting, since it took them a moment to find the opening. She was beginning to panic by the time Jet found it, and the two jumped off the springy platform onto the carpeted hallway floor.

Jet squinted into the darkness and jabbed a finger ahead. "There! There's a door to the left," she said eagerly, darting towards it. Breezy hastened after her, just barely able to make out the rectangular aperture. It was closed, but that didn't seem to phase Jet.

"Alright, time to see what's behind Door Number One," Jet declared, grabbing the door handle and turning it slowly, peeking inside as she did.

Surprisingly, the room was empty, aside from a simple couch and some furnishings and one lone window on the far side of the room. Breezy looked around, mildly surprised at the mundanity.

"Bingo!" Jet said, hurrying over to the window and looking out. "Sweet! We're on the ground floor!" She stood on her tip toes and peered downwards, seeing the ground and the green grass just below.

"Is the window locked?" Breezy asked, eagerly, trying to ignore the voice that whispered that this was too easy.

"Let's see." Jetraven said, reaching down to grasp the end of the window, and yanked on it. A loud shrieking siren split the air, making Jet recoil with a yelp, covering her ears. Breezy gasped and doubled over, clutching her own ears in pain. She shouted a swear, but it was inaudible over the alarm.

Above them, ceiling tiles tumbled down as chainsaws-hung from chains-dropped into the room, the blades whirring in a horrible dark cacophony that droned out the siren. "What the actual hell?" Breezy screamed, falling onto her butt and immediately shuffling backward. She didn't get far before her back hit the wall and her head smacked into it as well, earning another swear. She didn't dare take her eyes off the ceiling.

Jetraven simply dropped to the ground, whimpering, covering her ears and closing her eyes tightly, mumbling nonsense to herself. She curled up in the fetal position and laid there, shivering in fear.

Suddenly, the room was silent, and, for the first time, Breezy could attest to the sheer deafening quality silence possessed. The room remained soundless for a few seconds, a period that seemed like an eternity, before the familiar, horrible shriek of a revving chainsaw split the air again. The girls flinched and Breezy cried out fear, throwing her arms around her head as if they'd protect her.

Footsteps sounded outside the door to the room and a dark figure emerged in the doorway. He wore a familiar, orange-colored hat, spun backwards, an old hockey mask, and in his hands was the largest chainsaw the girls had ever seen.

A/N:

Tyler: Woohoo! The bosses are away which means we get to Par-TAY! *jumps onto the nearest bed and starts dancing*

Cassie: o_o Uh… *starts straightening up the living room, which is in shambles after a certain group tried to play frisbee indoors*

Maron: That vase is Breezy's mom's, you know. And those flowers were given to her by a bunch of special people.

Dan: *shrugs* Could be worse. She could have SCARS on her ARM and FACE. And back. *takes off shirt for emphasis*

Maron and Cassie: *wince* Eheh…

Jewls: I feel you Dan, I've got to deal with having Masquerade's awful message forever engraved on my back.

Masquerade: *looks away*

Tyler: *looks crestfallen* Darn it guys why've you gotta go roll out all the angst… Can't we enjoy the freedom from our writers? Come on we should celebrate!

Ace: ...I am tempted to frisk that child…

Mike: You won't find anything, he's gotten better at hiding crap.

Aidan: Tyler, get down now.

Fabia: ...Do I need to go get him?

Meredith: *sighs* hold on. *goes over to Tyler, reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a fire cracker*

Tyler: Hey! that's mine Merry! Give it back.

Meredith: *eye twitch* go get it. *Throws it out of the building*

Tyler: Aww man! *sprints after it*

Fabia: ...Linus.

Linus: Yes, Princess?

Fabia: ...Make sure he doesn't do anything we'll need to involve the authorities in. I'm not sure JetravenEx and Breezy will be in a coherent enough mental state to deal with that when they get back.

Mike: So they will be back then, *looks at gathered characters* right?

Characters: *glancing at each other*

Some: Probably

Others: Maybe

The Optimists: Nope!

Mike: Why do I get the feeling we're going to get charged with two counts 1st degree murder when this is done.

Aidan: Can't hit us with anything without proof.

Mike: There's this story.

Baron: And likely bodies if they get back.

Lena: So we've degressed to 'if'? *adjusts glasses*

Aidan: Considering how they've fared in DD so far, I doubt they'll survive. Even if they manage to survive DD, Ultimatum will surely do them in.

*Aidan's title changed to Optimist*

Marucho: We should probably make sure they come back, though…

Mason: *annoyed* Why?

Ace: Well, I don't know about you, but I don't really want to have to deal with a bunch of angry readers. Some of them have pitch forks.

Baron: And flamethrowers!

Tyler: *runs back in* Flamethrowers?! Where? *looks around wildly*

Everyone: *deadpans at Tyler*

Meredith: *shakes head*

Superior: They do realize that if Jet and Breezy die, we go with them?

Meredith: Let's see if they can figure it out on their own.

A/N (for real this time)

Hey, this is Breezyfeather and JetravenEx! We're collaborating on this story, but it will not take time away from either Doom and Doccorus nor Ultimatum (although since Ultimatum is currently...um...yeah, I'll get on that)

JetravenEx: Yeah this is something that kind of just happened out of the blue, no real elaborate plan just something to do for the funzies.

Breezyfeather: *points at Jet* Yup! What she said! Thanks for all the support you guys! We love you!