Summary: 30 years after Raz saves Whispering Rock Summer Camp, a new evil plot unfolds and there is only one kid to put an end to it… Raz's son!

Grovecityfan: Hello everyone! This is my third fiction, my first in Psyconauts. I've decided to give it a shot. R&R!(It only takes a second). Note: Flames accepted. However, I will pay no attention to them, nor will they shatter my ego.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Psyconauts. If I did, I'd be a genius. Or at least really rich.

Chapter One:

Whispering Rock is Fun!

"Ok Sal, have a good time, and I'll see you in a few months." Said the 29 year old Razputen.

"But dad!" Protested his 12 year old son, Sal. "A few months is a long time! What if I get bored, or what if I'm scared? What if the food stinks!"

"Oh, come on Sal, it won't be that bad. Remember when you were at grandma and grandpa's for a month in the summer? You weren't scared at all." Suggested Raz.

"But that's different. At least I know grandma and grandpa. I don't know anyone here."

"Honey, don't worry." Said the 30 year old Lili. "Your father and I went to this camp every summer of our childhood. Well, almost every summer. That's not the point, though. The point is that we had fun, and that's what matters, right?"

"I guess," Mumbled Sal, getting out of the car.

"Hey, Sal." His father called him Sal, not son, or boy or any of that. Just Sal. That's one of the many things Sal liked about him. He understood what it was like to be a kid of his age.

"Yeah, dad?"

"Don't forget, if anything happens, you can always write us."

"Yes, dear." Said Lili. "You'll learn a thing or two here. Don't forget, Whispering Rock is Fun!" She said this last part with mock humor.

"Ok mom. See you later." Said Sal. He walked off to the grounds of the camp, and to the bonfire area where the camp was having a meeting.

"Hello, there cadets!" Said an old man with white hair and a white beard.

"My name's Ford Cruller, and I'll be in charge of this camp from now until August."

"Hello Ford Cruller," The group of kids in monotone.

"I'm gonna take roll, so listen closely." He began reciting campers' names and which cabin they were in, and finally got to Sal.

"Salvatore!" He called out.

"Here." Responded Sal.

"Ooooeyyy!" Howled Ford. "Never thought I'd see the day when ole Razputen's son would come to Whisperin' Rock! Good to meet ya, Sal! Uh, can I call you Sal?"

"Sure thing, Ford."

"By the way, you're in cabin 4." After a few more names, the kids were sent to bed. Every kid from the 12 year old cabins crowded Sal, in awe that he was really "Whispering Rock's favorite camper's son." One girl stood out more than the rest, though. Her name was Monica. She had dark-brown hair, light skin, and brown eyes. She wasn't shy, but she wasn't annoyingly talkative. She was a little in between. She was in the same cabin as him, only in the girls' cabin, 5 yards away from the boys' #4 cabin.

As Sal fell asleep that night, among gleaming flashlights, loud whispering, and homesick crying of his fellow campers, his only thought was the hope he would see Monica in Basic Training class the next morning. Little did he know that under the trees, grass and rocks of Whispering Rock Psychic Summer Camp, an evil plot was hatching, and he would eventually have to involve himself in the most exciting, thrilling, and fear-filled adventure of his childhood.

Grovecityfan: Whew! Sorry if that's kind of short, but I had to do it. I'll make longer chapters later. Busy guy, y'know? Well no, not really, if I have the time to write fan fiction, or play Psychonauts, but whatever. R&R! I don't care if it's one sentence or 100 sentences, JUST R&R DANG IT!

Tom: Calm down grovecityfan, calm down.

Grovecityfan: I know, I'm sorry. Just, please R&R, even if it's a flame.