Note: so... I've been having trouble getting back into writing. And I took a leap when I saw a blog post from Scriptscribbles. So, here we are. Also, I have a bit of the Dumping Ground in my head. It has WarWick Davis as a recurring character.

Wrote this in about an hour. By the by.

"Scribbles, it's not a good idea."

"Come on, Mandy."

"Dad's gonna kill me if I go to the dance."

Scribbles, Amanda's best friend huffled in disappointment, and leaned back in his chair. "You have the lamest dad ever!"

"Hey, if it wasn't for that weird tree thing about two years ago, and the flying robots, then he would be all for me going to parties every night." Mandy rubbed the side of her head. Skype was amazing, except for the glitches when someone make sudden movements.

"Still can't believe that was a thing."

"Face it scribbles, we live in a world of the strange and unusual. Next we'll be having aliens coming around."

"Give it up Mandy!"

Mandy Reeves sighed in thought. How is it that bizarre? There are wiccans practicing magic, bees disappearing, and she was an idiot for thinking there are other life that the Earth bound people!

The screen glitched, and, to Nancy's surprise, Scribbles vanished before her eyes.

An angelic statue was in the middle of Scribbles's room.

She focused intently on the statue, recognizing the height. "Damnit Scribbles, why did you get my brother to play dress up? Halloween is ages away!"

The statue stood firm, unmoving.

"Scribbles, Ryan!" She called out. What else could she do?

The screen glitched and the statue moved a foot closer.

Mandy inspected the statue, realizing that Ryan was smaller than the feminine statue.

"What sort of trick is this?"

Another glitch and the statue moved directly to the monitor, startling Mandy.

Jumping out of her seat, she closed her laptop. Mandy pulled out her smartphone, and went straight to Ryan. She got an answer immediately. "Ryan!"

"Why are you calling me?" Was his gruff reply.

"Well, excuse me for thinking about you. What were you thinking, you and Scribbles?"

"You mean Peter? It's been years since you've said his nickname!" Mandy had to pull the phone away from her ear since he was shouting so loudly.

"Funny, Ryan. I've only just met Scribbles on the first day of school."

"Oh no." Ryan said, realization evident in his voice. "You told me about this. Mandy, take your bag with ya."

To her confusion, she grabbed her going out bag in front of her, the bag she packed because she considered sneaking out to go to that party, and she wanted to be prepared. "You'll see me on the other side."

She clutched the straps of the purple striped sports backpack. "Ryan what's going on?"

"Ryan, the vibrocutters!" Mandy heard a gruff voice, like a Scotsman, shouting from the distance.

"It's Mandy!" He shouted back.

Since when does her brother hang out with Scottish men?

"Amanda Reeves." The Scottish voice said, in a calming tone, unlike the shouty voice he had before. "How old are you?"

"Fifteen." She answered, even if all she wanted to do is to walk down to the living room and tell her dad that Ryan is hanging out with a perverted Scottish guy. "Why do you wanna know?"

"It's early for you then. Just remember, as soon as you can, find a job as a maid, at the Hyatt. Me and Ryan and Peter will find you. You'll be alright for the first few weeks."

"His name is Scribbles. Wait, Weeks?"

"Bye, Mandy." And with that, he hung up the phone.

She turned around to head downstairs to her father, and took a few steps backwards.

The statue was in her bedroom.

Blinking away the harsh sunlight, she looked around the area in confusion. This wasn't Newcastle, that was for sure.

She walked to the nearest newspaper box, a clear window showing the day's date. Chicago, Illinois, date November 1st, 1996.

Mandy could only say the most appropriate words she could think of. "Holy shi-"