Rating: PG-13 due to mild cussing.

Disclaimer: As you might have guessed, I do not own Big Wolf on Campus, it belongs to the Fox Family Channel, or is it ABC Family now? Anyway, all I own is pixiecola03 and other characters that are not familiar to you.

Author Notes: This story idea just came to me one day, and I decided to write it down. Please review if you feel like it.

Merton Dingle sits at his desk in his lair, a.k.a. his bedroom in the basement, surfing the net on his laptop on a late Saturday night. Tommy Dawkins walks into the lair via the door that leads to outside.

"Hey there Merton, what cha up to?" Tommy asks Merton.

"Nothing much, just browsing the intergalactic highway," replies Merton. "Anything strange and unusual on the street?"

"Nope, the streets have been quiet," replies Tommy. "No vampires, medusas, or any other creatures have been seen this whole weekend."

"Darn, I was hoping something exciting would happen."

"Well, I don't know about you but I am glad to get a break," replies Tommy. "Me and Lori were hanging out at the Factory."

"And you didn't invite me?"

"Sorry, we decided to go there since nothing evil was lurking the streets."

"Aha, I see," says Merton, slightly hurt and feeling left out. "Well, if you don't mind, Tommy, I'm going to organize some of my supernatural goods."

"Oh, okay, well I see you later Merton," says Tommy.

"Yeah, see ya," replies Merton.

Tommy walks back to the door and leaves Merton by himself again. Merton sighs as the door closes, and turns back to his laptop. He goes onto his AIM and signs in under his screen name gothguy13. He then opens Internet Explorer again to continue surfing the net. A few minutes later, the sound that indicated that he got a new message sounded. He clicked on the AIM button and it opened it up.

A window had popped up that said "The user pixiecola03 has sent you an Instant Message. Do you accept?"

"Sure, why not?" Merton said to himself as he clicked the 'yes' button.

The message box popped up.

Pixiecola03: Hey, I was searching for people who lived in Pleasantville, CA, and your name popped up. Wanna chat?

Gothguy13: Sure. Do you live in Pleasantville yourself?

Pixiecola03: Not yet. I'm moving there tomorrow.

Gothguy13: Oh really? Where you from?

Pixiecola03: Los Angeles.

Gothguy13: So why are you moving to Pleasantville?

Pixiecola03: Well, my dad wanted to get away from the smog, but not live too far from the city, so he decided to relocate us there.

Gothguy13: Oh that's too bad.

Pixiecola03: So Merton, are you really into the supernatural stuff?

Merton paused for a second.

"How did they know that?" he thought to himself out loud.

Gothguy13: How did you know that?

Pixiecola03: Umm cuz you're profile says, "Hey, I'm Merton. I spend my free time exploring the world that is supernatural and cruising in my hearse." It kind of gave you away.

Gothguy13: Oh, right.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," said Merton as he banged his head on the desk.

Pixiecola03: So, have you had any experiences with the supernatural or is it merely an interest?

Gothguy13: Let's just say I'm not a stranger to the weird and unusual.

Pixiecola03: That's cool. So does a lot of weird stuff happen in Pleasantville?
Gothguy13: At least once a week.

Pixiecola03: How about currently?
Gothguy13: Actually it's been kind of quiet recently.

Pixiecola03: Has anyone been acting different lately, like they're not themselves?

Merton was starting to get suspicious of the person he was talking to. Why was she asking so many questions?

Gothguy13: No, everyone seems to be themselves. Why do you ask?
Pixiecola01: No reason. Well, I gotta go. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow. I'm sure you're the only guy in town with a hearse in their driveway.

Gothguy13: Okay, bye.

With that, pixiecola01 signed off, leaving Merton to his thoughts. On one hand Merton was suspicious, but on the other, he was intrigued. Who was this person? He couldn't wait to find out.