This story is dedicated to Kayla, as an apology for ditching her the other day. And just cuz she's awesome and deserves it.

Keep in mind that this story is one-hundred-percent off the top of my head and I'm just writing as I go. Try not to take it TOO seriously. Also, I am writing on WordPad, so if there are any random typos... ignore them and get on with your life. :D

Thanks.

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"Are you sure? You need THEM to finish this?"

"You're questioning me. You're questioning my expiriment."

"Maybe.. just a little..."

"You shouldn't do that, Toleda."

"..."

"Can I play, too, Seven?!"

"Click, shut up. We don't need you right now."

"No, Seven. He could transport the mushrooms..."

"Good point. Click, you can play."

"What do I get to do?"

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You have been invited to attend a special dinner at the Yobmoorhsum Mansion on Friday the Thirteenth. This offer is not optional, nor threatening. You may bring one guest. Transportation will be provided.

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A dark-haired teenager stood at the head of a long, chesnut-colored table. Dressed in baggy, black pants covered in chains and another black shirt topped with a blood-red tie, Seven stood at 6'1", and, well-hidden by his shirt, were numerous black and red tattoos of different designs, all covering hs chest and back. He turned his head to the side, ice blue eyes resting on a red-haired girl, sitting in a chair next to him.

Unlike her friend, Toleda had a personality like a firework and temper to match her hair. Bright blue eyes shown from under unbrushed red hair, and, unlike the rest of the house residents, her attire consisted of a grey and black sweatshirt and black leggings. She wasn't wearing any shoes, but rather green socks, which were hidden under the table.

The two watched as their many guests piled in the doorway, there must have been over one-hundred. Of course, not yet had their 'special' guests arrived-- in which the table was reserved for in the first place.

"Hey, man, PAAAARTAY!"
"Dude, where's the stereo?"
"Food?! There's no food!"
"LOLZ IMA GUD RPER"

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Glancing at his list, Seven frowned. Only three of the five guests had arrived, and only one of the three had brought a guest. He then turned his attention to the table set for twelve, which would only be occupied by ten, or less. Not good-- this would mean wasting food, which was known to irritate the chef.

Currently, at the table, the seven seated here himself, Toleda, am emo-looking, dark-haired preteen with a bored expression on his face, a small mexican girl and her naked monkey, save for a pair of red boots, and a large, purple dinosaur.

A glance at the clock. The other two were at least fifteen minutes late, and they really needed to get started. He saw his redheaded friend stand up, and scurry over to the emo child.

"So. How long have you been emo?"
"Hn."
"I asked your a question!"
"Hn."
"ANSWER ME."
"Hn."
"...retard."
"I hate my life."
"WELL, GOOD FOR YOU!"
"Hn."

Pause.

Awkward silence.

A knock on the door, and Seven stood to answer it. On the other side, there stood another dark-haired boy, but, unlike the emo, he wore a sheepish expression, along with a hat. And, there seemed to be a yellow mouse-like creature attatched to it. Next to him was a taller girl, orange hair in a side ponytail.

"One guest, sir." Seven instructed.

"But... Pikachu's not a guest!"

"Peek at what?"

"..."

"..."

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When the guest incident was settled and everyone was sitting down (minus the other late invitee), Seven chose to stop waiting, and begin.

"I suppose you are all wondering why I called you here. That matter is not important as of now. I hope you have enjoyed the provided transportation from your dimensions to mine. Food will be served in a few moments. Until that time arrives, I you may take your time and become aqquainted. As you can see; we have one missing guest. When he arrives, please let him in. Toleda will be able to assist you." With that, he stood up and left.

The Mexican girl opened her mouth. "I'm Dora! Have you seen my monkey, Boots?" She asked, referring to the creature sitting next to her.

"He's right there." The dark-haired hatted child pointed out.

A random arrow appeared and clicked on Boots. Then, out of nowhere, a theme song-like tune began playing, accompanied by vocals. "Da-da-da-da-da Dora! Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Dora! (yeah!) Dora, Dora, Dora, the Explorer! (Dora!) Super, Super, Super Explorin' Dor--"

"OMFGMAKEITSTOP!" Toleda suddenly exclaimed, clutching her head.

"That was unnessacary! Hee-hee!" The purple dinosaur suddenly stated.

"Who're you?" The child with the hat asked.

"I'm Barney! And I loooooove you!" The dinosaur exclaimed. At this, the boy responded with a VERY confused/creeped-out face.

"Are you a boy or a girl?" Boots asked Barney.

"I... I'm... not.. sure!" Barney exclaimed, then exploded. Bits of purple and green scattered the room.

The orange-haired girl screamed, Dora and Boots began singing, and the emo hn'd.

Toleda simply ran into the other room and shouted, "SEVEN!!! ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS EXPLODED, AND I AM SO NOT CLEANING IT UP!"

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About six minutes later, another knock was heard. Toleda rushed to answer it, and there stood a portable-sized, blond, red-cloaked boy and a very tall suit of armor.

"Brother, are you sure we have the right address?" The armor asked, a timid voice echoing inside of the hollow cage.

"Of course you do!" Toleda answered for him. "Welcome to the Yobmoorshum Mansion! Please follow me!!" A pause. "HEY! NUMBER AFTER SIX!!! THE REST OF THEM ARE HEEEEEERE!!"

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I actually didn't intend for this to be a multi-chaptered story. There will be about two more chapters, then it'll be done. Um... I actually have this one sort of planned out.

I didn't mean to offend any Dora or Barney fans.