A/N Hello, everyone! I'm back! Man, I have really missed writing for you guys. Creating the Girl Who Found Out was so much fun, I'm really glad I'll be able to get back into the swing of things. Now, before I start, I want to say some things:

1. This is a miquel. If you haven't already read The Girl Who Found Out, go read it to understand what is happening.

2. This will be an interactive story. If you want a particular Fable to have a chapter, even an OC, send me a PM and I will make it happen!

Now, once again, LET THE STORY BEGIN!

One week after the discovery of Fabletown

I was walking down the street, hands in pockets, whistling. Yes, it was a little cliche, but I was in a good mood. So far, the week had gone by without a hint of trouble from any Fables, other than that one slightly terrifying visit from Bluebeard. After I had gotten home that night, I had jumped into bed and gone about the next day cheerfully. Just knowing that there was magic all around me was enough to put a spring in my step. The novelty had worn off slightly as the week went on, but still, I couldn't help but smile.

As I was walking down the empty street, I saw a glint of something in a nearby alley, like a glowing blue light. Curious, I stuck my head down the alley, looking from side to side. "Hello?" I called, squinting to see in the darkness. "Who's there?"

Faster than I could react, a hand short out of nowhere and grabbed me by the hair, dragging me into the alley. Pain shot up my scalp and I opened my mouth to scream, only to be silenced by a hand clamping shut over my mouth. I was suddenly crushed into a bear hug, arms pinned to my sides, and I felt cold breath in my ear.

I squirmed as hard as I could, twisting around and going so far as to bite the hand over my face. It didn't seem to bother whoever it was. I heard a chuckle from whoever was holding me. "Now, settle down, girlie," said the person, in a voice that was deep and resonant, but seemed to chatter out the words. "I ain't gonna hurt ya, unless ya make me. My boss wants to see ya."

I fell limp in the man's arms, tears beginning to flow down my face. The man proceeded to tie my arms to my sides. I winced, feeling the ropes dig into my skin.

After I was tied so tight that I could barely move, the man spun me around. For the first time, I saw his face.

He was a young man, maybe a few years older than me. He had ghostly pale skin and dark grey hair that was stood up in stiff spikes. His eyes were dark blue, but seemed almost dead, staring at me with a blank, glassy gaze. He was dressed in a steely grey suit with a silver emblem on his chest: a snake with its fangs sunk into a heart.

The man grinned at me mischeviously. "Come on, now," he said, grabbing the back of my ropes and dragging me down the alley. I tried to struggle, but as soon as I managed to pull against him, the man simply picked me up and carried me over his back.

I hung limp over his shoulder, mind spinning. What was happening? Who was this 'boss' he was taking me to see? This man was obviously a Fable, but I couldn't figure out what he would want with me.

Once we reached the end of the alley, the man paused. By straining my neck I could just see a glowing silver outline appear on the wall. It became a door, and without wasting a moment the man had thrown it open and walked through.

As the man walked, I looked around. We were in some sort of warehouse. People were walking everywhere, some carrying boxes, other talking to each other. What shocked me the most though, is how some were clearly Fables. In the time it took for the man to cross the room I saw a tiny satyr with dusty brown fur, a centaur with a shiny black coat, and something that looked almost like a young girl, if young girls were green and had pine needles for hair. They were talking to other people, or walking around carrying boxes, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Once we had reached the end of the room, the man put me down and had grabbed my ropes again. He leaned close and hissed in my ear. "Be good now, girlie."

In front of me was standing a man who, by the way everyone stood a distance away from him, I presumed him to be the leader. He was tall, with skin the color of chalk dust. His eyes were greenish-brown, like swamp water, and his hair alternated between stripes of black and white, combed back over his skull. He was dressed in a stiff black suit with a white shirt and a black tie. In his hand was a short wooden pipe, which still had smoke rising from it.

The man stared at me coldly, then shifted his gaze to the man holding onto me. "Isss thisss her, Ssskeleton?" he said, in a voice uncannily like a snake's, soft and dry, with a hiss on the letter s.

As the man spoke, I saw a green light shine from behind me. I craned my neck around and saw something that almost made me scream.

The man holding me was gone. In his place was a skeleton, only instead of white bones, his were steely gray. Instead of eyes, he had glowing blue orbs that peered out from empty sockets. He noticed me staring and grinned, displaying grey teeth that glinted in the low light. "Yup, it's her, boss!" He chattered. And I mean literally chattered. I could hear his teeth clicking together with every word.

The man in front of me nodded at the skeleton, giving him the smallest shadow of a smile. "Well done," he said. "You are dissssmissssed."

"Sure thing, boss!" said the skeleton, and with a clank of metal on metal he was off, leaving me standing there, tied up and completely at the mercy of the man in front of me.

The man waved a hand at everyone else. "You may all go. I want to have a word with our-" his lips curled into a smile that froze my heart, "-friend, here."

Everyone else retreated to the other side of the room, heads lowered, shoulders hunched. The man looked at me again, cold eyes staring. "Sssso," he said lazily, "You're the girl who found out, right?"

I swallowed, my heart throbbing somewhere in my throat. "Y-yes," I managed to choke out. "And you are?"

The man frowned slightly, as if he was annoyed with me asking the questions. "Grey Heart," he said, walking over to me and roughly grabbing my ropes. "Now, come with me. We have a lot to dissscusssss."

The venom in his voice told me that he had far more in mind than talking.