Wow. I am actually the worst at descriptions.

So this past Monday (the 10th) I was doing the dishes or something idk, basking in the glory of October, when I realized "oh SHIT THE 13TH IS THIS WEEK FFFFFF" of course, remembering the vow I made to myself last October that I'd have made more progress on this.

SO HERE'S THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE SEQUEL TO THE LEGEND OF STALKER SIDDELEY ENJOY?

Holy craps it has been FOREVER since I posted something NEW to this site *inhales* BOI.

Alright onto the specifics of the story:

I know some people complain when I switch the POVs too much but in the first few chapters it's to show you how everyone's doing... Years later...

I also kinda cringe every time they say "Stalker Siddeley" in a serious tone of voice. It's... Odd. Embarrassing I couldn't come up with a better name when I was 13. Blegh.

Hey maybe I can incorporate the name thing into the story… and also change it in the process.

**ALSO, I realized that I have quite a bit OCs that people may not know who they are/where they came from/etc/etc, SOOO I now have linked to my fanfiction profile character references for the OCs that show up in my stories! Right now I just have Cammie and Becca, but I'll be posting more as they show up this fic. (I know that sounds intimidating, but I promise it's not a lot.)**

Okay, whatever. Hope you enjoy.

Siddeley Wright's eyes snapped open when an image of Stalker Siddeley's laughing figure popped into his head.

He let out a groan, sighed, and ran his hands over his face. He murmured, "It's like you're still here... Even when my eyes are closed… Ugh."

"Siddeley?" Becca called. Siddeley sat up straight.

"Yeah?" He called back.

There was a moment of silence. "Never mind!" It came from upstairs.

Siddeley decided to see what she was going to ask, anyway. He got up and walked past his daughter, Brooke, doing math homework at the kitchen table.

He stopped for a moment to catch a glimpse of it, and scowled. Siddeley really hoped she wouldn't ask for any help; he didn't understand anything on that paper.

"Daddy—excuse me, Dad," she said awkwardly, holding out the "A" longer than necessary.

Siddeley rolled his eyes. About a month ago he had suggested to his daughter she no longer call him "Daddy," so just to bother him, she decided to say it in the most annoying way possible.

"Did you talk to mom about my computer, yet?" Brooke asked, glancing up.

"No, not yet. I'm sure she's busy right now." Siddeley answered as he loaded up the dishwasher, deciding not to bother his wife at the moment. "Brooke, do you think you could take out the rub—I mean, garbage?" Siddeley rolled his eyes... Again. Of course Brooke hated it when he called 'garbage' 'rubbish'. Stupid America with their stupid words.

"Sure thing, right after I find that stupid…" her voice trailed off.

Ring, ring, went the phone on the counter. Brooke, already up looking for the stapler for her homework, picked it up.

"Hello?" She greeted. "Yeah, one sec." She replied into the phone, then walked to the other side of the room.

"Dad,"-she held out the "A" again-"Is the stapler in the basement?" She asked, handing the phone to her father.

"What was that?" Siddeley asked, having not heard his daughter the first time, rather distracted.

"Stapler? Basement?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah, yeah." He replied, then moved the phone up to his ear.

"Hello?" Siddeley left the kitchen and turned his back to the it, where Brooke was working, and started pacing the carpet in the living room.

"Hello, Siddeley." Answered a calm, gravelly voice.

Siddeley's face fell expressionless while the phone nearly slipped from his hand.

His eyes widened. As soon as he heard that voice, his head swam with painful memories, his blood boiled with anger, his stomach churned with fear—he held his breath as he tried not to panic.

It can't be... Was the thought that popped into his head.

October sixth, six o'clock in the afternoon, Siddeley realized that all these years he hasn't been able to hide. No one has. And they probably will never be able to.

Siddeley didn't bother disguising the panic in his voice. "Becca?!" Siddeley fearfully exclaimed after ending the call. He called once again for his wife, now running across the house and upstairs, not bothering to see if his daughter had been alarmed by his outburst.

Becca met him in their bedroom doorway. "What's wrong?"

Siddeley was panting from running up the stairs. "I... Got... Got a... Phone call." He managed to get out.

"A phone call?" Becca raised an eyebrow. "From who?"

"Whom..." He corrected, still panting. Becca lightly rolled her eyes. Siddeley looked into them with his own fear-filled ones. "You wouldn't believe me."

"Who, the Lemons or someone?" You've never gotten this worked up over any of them."

Siddeley worriedly ran his hand through his hair. "Oh my god, what are we going to do... He's back... He's really back... I can't... I don't... Brooke... And Cammie... Oh, God, I need to tell Finn right away...!"

"Siddeley..." Becca began, taking her husband's hands in an attempt to calm him down. "When you say "he"... You don't mean...?"

"She's so young... Brooke can't..." Siddeley trailed off.

Becca closed their bedroom door so their daughter wouldn't hear their conversation.

"Siddeley," Becca spoke in a worried voice. She grabbed Siddeley's shoulders and shook him a bit. "Siddeley, tell me who's back!"

"St-Stalker Siddeley..." Siddeley whispered.

"Stalk... No... No, no, no, it can't—you can't—please—he can't—"

"Mom? Daddy?" They heard Brooke say on the other side of the door.

Siddeley and Becca froze and in sync slowly turned their heads to look at the door.

Becca reached out to open it.

"There's no stapler in the basement." Brooke announced.

Siddeley and Becca exchanged a glance.

"Weird. Maybe Finn stole it." Siddeley suggested.

"More likely River." Brooke shrugged. "But why would River need a stapler...?" She pondered humorously.

Siddeley and Becca both forced chuckles. "Go do the rest of your homework, sweetie." Becca told her.

Brooke groaned. "But I wanna take a break..." She complained, but walked back the way she came to do the rest of her work, anyway.

...

"...so I told her to go away in German."

Cammie laughed at her friend's story along with the story-teller. "Well, I don't think that'll be happening again."

Her friend laughed and agreed. "Well, I'll see you at lunch."

"See you." Cammie smiled, then turned towards her locker. Upon besting her combination lock, she pushed up the lock and pulled the handle. Her locker swung open revealing the shadowy face of Stalker Siddeley, smiling at her. "I've been waiting for you, Cameron."

Cammie gasped and sat up. Panting, she hugged her knees and looked around her dorm. She had fallen asleep studying at her desk—again.

"Another nightmare?" A voice made her jump. She whipped around to see Miles—her boyfriend.

"Yeah." She sniffed and wiped the sleep out of her eyes.

"Why won't you ever tell me what they're about?" He asked, moving to sit next to her. Once seated, he put his arm around her.

"I just... You don't need to know." Cammie replied, looking away.

"Come on, at least gimme a reason." Miles smiled warmly.

Cammie looked him in the eye. "…I don't want to scare you." She guiltily replied.

Miles's smile slowly faded. "Alright." He replied, deciding to drop it. "Well… I'm gonna go get something to eat. Do you what anything?"

"No, thanks." Cammie replied as she rested her chin on her knees.

Miles stared worriedly at her before closing the door behind him. "Why don't you call your brother?" He suggested, then closed the door with a soft click.

...

Siddeley was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands while Becca stared worriedly out the window.

"You need to call Finn." Becca once again softly demanded.

Siddeley sighed. "But it's like, four in the morning in England right now, and I don't know if he's sleeping, or shooting the wall, or..."

"Sid, this is important! I'm sure he'll understand..." Becca urged.

Siddeley's phone vibrated from his bedside table. He picked it up and answered it.

"Hey."

"Sid, it's Cammie."

"Yeah, I've got caller ID." Sid smiled.

Cammie laughed nervously. "Sorry."

"So, what's the matter?"

"Sid... It's these dreams."

"...go on." Siddeley stood up. Becca moved across the room and urged Siddeley to sit next to her. Once they both had their ear to the receiver, Cammie continued.

"They're getting more vivid and happening more often, I... I dunno what..." She sighed.

Siddeley and Becca exchanged another glance.

"Okay. I have to tell him..." Sid sighed.

"What?" Cammie asked.

"Cammie... I think... I think it's him."

There was a thud on the other end. After some scuffling around, Cammie answered back.

"W-w-what?"

"Cammie, just be careful, okay? I'm... I've gotta tell Finn."

"Yeah... Yeah, g-go do that... Love you, Sid..."

"Love you too, Cam." Siddeley replied, then hung up.

"Calling him?" Becca asked.

"Yeah." Siddeley answered as he looked through his contacts and selected, "Finnie Boy."

Wow I had NO idea where to stop that chapter lmao. When I started this story two years ago, it was just this long long list of story for chapters and chapters. What the hell, 15-year-old me.

This is probably a good place to cut it off.

Reviews are always welcome! ESPECIALLY SINCE I HAVEN'T WRITTEN FANFICTION IN LIKE 2 YEARS AND I DON'T KNOW IF WHAT I'M WRITING IS GOOD OR NOT LMAO.