Happy Halloween, everybody! And for a Halloween treat for a couple of my friends (Tracker78 and Fangface the Second), along with all the other fans of my stories, here's something you've all been waiting for…

THE SEQUEL TO MISSING IN FICTION!

Alrighty, lets start off with a summary:

Finneas' defeat was the most epic thing the gang ever experienced, though in the end it only turned out to be nothing more than a story Fangs had written. Now, the gang decides to go on a cross-country trip for the summer while Toni and Fangpuss stay home, hoping that for once they could have a peaceful summer. Their hopes shatter when the gang runs into three kids who escaped from an asylum while Toni, Fangpuss, Luca and Stutz meet some mysterious strangers, and then the question arises… was their last adventure really just a story?

And now for this pain in the neck:

Disclaimer: I don't own Fangface. Fangface the Second owns his OC, Tracker78 owns her OC, and I own my OC… that's it.

Now, lets get on with it!

(Note: Songs will be in bold print. …yes, it IS another musical)

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Tanya ran out of the house, still hearing her sister's yells. "I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU GO SEE HIM AGAIN-!" her sister, June, was shouting at her at the very top of her lungs.

It had been a month since Tanya had met Benjamin, both of them trying to come up with an explanation of how her 'Fangface'-related dreams linked to stories Benjamin read online on a fan-fiction website, though they could never come up with a logical one. Tanya's first guess was that one of her siblings heard her muttering about her dreams in her sleep and decided to write about them, but discarded the idea- none of her siblings liked reading and writing as much as she did, and as they would put it, "actually had lives to get to" than spend time writing fan-fictions about a cartoon they hardly cared about. Benjamin's explanation resolved more around the 'fate' category, that there was some sort of subliminal connection.

Either way, Tanya learned that her sister was disgusted about it all. "He's just making it up!" she snapped at her once she found out, having overheard her sister talking to her friend. "He's just telling you this shit so you'll hook up with him, and-"

"He didn't make it up! I saw the stories online myself!" Tanya had argued. "They were all written by three different authors!"

"How do you know he didn't make three different accounts and put those stories on there to fool you?"

Tanya sneered at her. "Because each story was published and updated at a different time… LAST YEAR!"

"Whatever. Just stay away from that kid!"

"Bite me!"

…And now Tanya was running off, her notebook full of pictures in her arms. They weren't just any pictures- they were pictures from her dreams, pictures of the characters she saw, the kinds of villains they faced, every page a different adventure. And they were all linked to those online stories somehow, and she had to find out why.

She stopped after running two blocks to catch her breath. Damn sports-enthused asthma… Tanya thought, feeling a pain in her chest. Every time she ran or even walked too much, she got the aches, which often forced her to stop if they got too bad, otherwise she'd collapse. A shadow then loomed over her, and she turned around and gasped.

If I had to, I'd put myself right beside you

So let me ask, would you like that?

Would you like that?

"Geez, Al! You nearly gave me a heart-attack!" Tanya scoffed to her friend.

"Sorry, Astrid, didn't mean to sneak up on you," Benjamin 'Allen' Tennyson replied with a shrug. "I saw you running, and I could hear shouting from down the block… Is everything okay?"

Tanya 'Astrid' Southerland shrugged. "Ah, my sister's just being a bitch. She really hates that I'm hanging out with you," she smirked just then. "If only I met you years ago." she then feigned a dreamy tone. "Where have you been all my life?"

And I don't mind, if you say this love is the last time

So now I'll ask, do you like that?

Do you like that?

Benjamin chuckled. "C'mon, lets head to the library, before your sister decides to catch up to us." he said, putting an arm around her and guiding her down the sidewalk.

No!

Just down the block, June watched them, clenching her fists, pure fury pulsing in her veins. "Damn retard…" she muttered, referring to her sister, and trudged off. "She wants to take chances with that creep? Fine! Little bitch can just throw her life away, I don't care…"

Tanya and Benjamin reached the library, sitting by one of the computers, going to the fan-fiction website. "Look, here's a new chapter by Fangface the First," he whispered to her. "They updated 'Missing in Fiction', making it the longest story yet- 45 chapters!"

"Wow, this guy must really have a lot of free time," Tanya commented. "Shall we?"

"Why not?"

They read the story, laughing a bit at some parts, tensing up at suspenseful parts- Tanya had to withhold a gasp on the part where the characters Wherever Girl and Puggsy were captured by the serial killer-doll, Chucky- and winced a bit on a few sad chapters, especially the part about Wolfbane's death (though they felt like idiots when it turned out the she-wolf faked her death). It was nearly closing time when they finally reached the final chapter… and they couldn't believe what they read.

It was about the first time they met!

Something's getting in the way

Something's just about to break

I'll try to find my place, in the diary of Jane

So tell me how it should be

"This… this is unbelievable!" Tanya stammered. "H-How could they…?"

"I don't know how they knew… but it creeps me out," Benjamin replied. "My only guess is that someone is stalking us."

Tanya shook her head. "No… no, this story is just like my last dream, remember? If someone were stalking us, they'd have to know about my dreams, too… I've talked about them in my sleep, but I doubt they could come out THIS clear,"

"Then, what could it be?"

"I believe I have the answer," A voice said to them, and they spun around, seeing a woman slightly older than they were, looking like a college-student. "I've read those stories too… and I think there's a mystery behind them,"

Try to find out what makes you tick

As I lie down, sore and sick

Do you like that?

Do you like that?

"And who are you?" Tanya asked, arching an eyebrow.

The woman smirked, holding out her hand. "Elizabeth Shirley, but you can just call me 'Liz'." she replied, shaking Benjamin's hand first. "I happen to be an author on this fan-fiction site, Wherever Woman."

Benjamin and Tanya looked at each other, their mouths agape. "You're kidding!" Benjamin gasped. "You're the same author who wrote 'The Accomplice' a-and 'The Family Cemetery' and-"

"And 'Family Traits' and 'Body Switch' and even 'Swapping Lives'… yes, I am." She smiled, brushing a strand of curly-blonde hair out of her face. "My co-author, Fangface the First, basically helped give me ideas, and my other friend, Tracer87, even inspired some of my stories with their own."

Tanya gulped, then showed Liz her notebook. "Liz… I've had dreams about those stories, before I even read them!" she told her, showing her the pictures. "And the characters… do they look like how you pictured them?"

There's a fine line between love and hate, and I don't mind

Just let me say that, I like that

I like that

Liz studied each picture, her eyes widening. "This is some excellent detail! When did you draw these?" she asked.

"Before I read the stories. Like I said, they came to me in my dreams, they were so real… and I decided to sketch them," Tanya replied.

Liz closed the notebook, smiling. "Would you two mind coming to my apartment real fast? I believe there's something we need to talk about, privately."

Benjamin could hear June's shouting now: "Don't you DARE run off with some stranger! They could be trying to kill you!" or some sort of threat that took place in modern America nowadays.

But they were willing to take the risk, in order to solve the mystery. "Lets go, then." Benjamin replied.

Something's getting in the way

Something's just about to break

I'll try to find my place, in the diary of Jane

Liz's apartment was just a couple blocks from the library, and she guided the two teens into her complex, all of them sitting down in the living room. "Before I say anything, tell me… do you know who you are?" she asked, slowly.

Tanya and Benjamin exchanged looks. "I'm Benjamin Allen Tennyson," he replied first.

"I'm Tanya Astrid Southerland," she replied next.

Liz shook her head, chuckling. "Boy, they really put a number on your minds, didn't they?" she said quietly, then spoke so that they could hear her. "Those are only some aliases the two of you came up with, long ago."

Tanya arched an eyebrow. "Aliases? For what?"

"More importantly, how do you know that we came up with them?" Benjamin demanded, suddenly feeling a sense of distrust toward the woman.

Liz eased back, picking up her coffee. "This may come to a shock for you two kids, but…" she began, pausing to take a sip. "We've met before, long ago. You both were little kids back then- Tanya, you wanted to run away, and Benjamin… well, we never figured out where you came from, exactly. I happened to be on the lam myself, searching for this place…" she then took out what appeared to be a map.

Benjamin and Tanya could only stare in disbelief. It was a map of the toon-world… just like what Tanya had seen in her dreams! "This can't be real!" Tanya gasped.

"It is. I've been there before…" Liz then walked over to a shelf, and pulled out several books. To their surprises, they had the same titles as the fan-fictions, and even had pictures of the characters that matched the ones Tanya had drawn! "That character in the story, Edwin Miles Smith, managed to write them all down and publish them, so no one would forget what happened. However, he could never find the story about me, Luna, and Shaun's story of how we first came to the tooniverse…"

"Who's Shaun and Luna?" Tanya asked, finding this whole experience petrifying… yet cool.

Liz turned to her, smiling. "They're you two. Luna Kelly Rogers and Shaun Richard Goof."

There was a stunned silence for a moment, before Benjamin spoke. "So… if we actually ARE these people… why didn't we know about it before? Why are we just finding this out?" he questioned.

"This is a joke, right? Some sort of celebrity prank?" Tanya said, giving a short laugh. "You're actually Alex Kingston, and we're getting Punk'd, aren't we? Where's the hidden cameras?"

"I'm not joking," Liz sneered, then faced Benjamin. "The reason you can't remember is-"

"Because it'll interfere with our master's plans!" A voice boomed, and suddenly a cloaked figure burst out of the closet, while several more stepped out of the kitchen, and a couple more ran out of the bedroom.

"Shit!" Liz grabbed Benjamin and Tanya and ran into the spare bedroom, locking the door. "How did they get here?"

"Those men… who are they?" Tanya gasped, remembering them from her dreams.

"Lets just say, they're some people who want us dead." She then took out a key, unlocking the closet in the room.

Desperate, I will crawl

Waiting for so long

*BAM! BAM! BAM!*

"They're going to break down the door!" Benjamin cried out.

"Then they'd better think twice," Tanya sneered, taking out her pocket knife.

"It's gonna take more than a dinky knife to stop the VCY," Liz said, pocketing the key. "You can't fight them all at once without the proper weapons… We're going to have to make a run for it."

"To where? We're trapped!"

Liz opened the closet door… only, rather than there being a closet, there was actually a portal. She turned and faced them. "If you want to find out who you are- all the while live- come with me."

Love, there is no love

Die for anyone

Benjamin and Tanya looked at each other. It was all crazy… but at the moment they had no choice. Holding hands, they stepped forward, and the three of them began to step through the portal-

*CRASH!*

"Not leaving so soon, are you?" A sinister voice, one that sounded too familiar, shouted.

*ZAP!*

"AGH!" Benjamin, Tanya, and Liz all cried, feeling a sharp pain welling up inside their heads, their minds growing dark. The cloaked men ran toward them…

But the trio fell through the portal, which suddenly disappeared. "Damn!" One of the cloaked figures, the one who had spoken first, snapped. "They got away…"

"Not too worry…" Another cloaked figure said, their voice sounding more sinister than the other. "They may have gotten away… but there's no way they'll solve their mystery. Everything is still going according to plan. …Come on, we can't leave the master waiting."

What have I become?

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"GAH!" Fangs screamed, bolting up in bed. He looked around, seeing that he was still in his bed, in his room of the apartment he and his friends shared, and Puggsy was asleep in the bed next to his… not one creepy cloaked figure was to be seen. Whew, it was only a dream… he thought with relief, lying back down.

He had been having many strange dreams lately, namely about him being a werewolf, his friends getting in worse danger than he could ever imagine, and he woke up each night freaking out. It wasn't until he met up with his twin sister, Samantha, in Texas that he found out how to handle them, the idea coming from one of his sister's college-friends. "Just write them down, and make a story out of them," she told him. "That's what I do with my nightmares- and they're excellent reading on fan-fiction."

He decided to try it, and surprisingly it worked. Every time he had a nightmare, he turned it into a story, and it soon disappeared from his mind. …And the nightmare he just had was startling enough to make him grab his laptop, typing the idea into his computer. "'Tanya ran out of the house, still hearing her sister's yells…'" he said aloud as he typed.

*tappity-tappity-tappity-tappity-tap*

The sound of his fingers tapping at the keyboard was enough to wake up Puggsy. "Fangs? What are you doing up?" he asked, yawning as he looked at the clock on his nightstand. 4:30 AM. "It's barely sunrise!"

"Sorry, Pugs, I didn't mean to wake ya," Fangs replied, not taking his eyes off the screen. "I just got an idea for my next story! Ooh, ooh, it's gonna be a big one, I can tell!"

Puggsy rolled his eyes. "Let me guess, about a couple of kids from the 'real-world' going on some crazified adventure?"

Fangs looked at him, cocking his head. "How'd you figure it out?"

"That's what practically ALL your stories are about, along with your pen-pal's! It's always about the real-world and us!"

Fangs sneered. "Not ALL the time! …We ended up in the 'Treasure Planet' movie, too." he looked back at the screen. "It just feels so real, as if we actually met these characters before…"

Puggsy shook his head. "For the hundredth time, Fangs: The real world. Does. NOT. Exist! Now, go back to sleep before I clobber ya!"

Fangs sighed, shutting his laptop. "If it did though… it would be pretty cool."

Something's getting in the way

Something's just about to break

I'll try to find my place, in the diary of Jane

As I burn another page, as I look the other way

I still try to find my place, in the diary of Jane

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A/N: And there's the first chapter. The song mentioned is "Diary of Jane" by Breaking Benjamin… Don't know how well it fits as an intro-song, but I thought the tune sort of fit the dramatic parts. Meh.

Please review. No flames or the story stops here! (for those of you who don't care, I'll just stuff a wolverine in your underpants)