A few weeks had passed since the Motherboard incident, and about a week or so since Harry, Robin, and Manny were held hostage by a brown, fuzzy monster creature. Luckily, the dispute was settled and the monster got his money. Now, the trio were finally living the normal life they had wanted since their first encounter with Notepad, and the other with Tony the Talking Clock.
Now that they were gone for good - with the help of their next-door neighbor Caffrin - they can finally sleep in peace, knowing that it's all over now.

...Yet, there was still that small hint of doubt that it wasn't.
But they all ignored that doubt. As long as there's nothing - emphasis on thing - trying to bother them, there's really nothing to worry about.

...Right?

-0-0-

Caffrin stared down at the hole she dug in her backyard, making sure it was deep enough. She sighed and picked up the big blue box she was planning to bury. Inside was her old laptop - Prism Catrina, as Motherboard named her - closed up and powered down.
'Maybe it was the laptop this whole time,' she thought, 'Maybe Motherboard was really some kind of virus, or the laptop was what kept her alive...or maybe Motherboard WAS the laptop...?'
One thing was for sure: that laptop was connected directly to the Motherboard. In fact, she probably should've just burned the motionless computer, but it just felt a little TOO mean.

Caffrin gently placed the box into the hole and sealed it back up with dirt. "That should do it," she said to herself.
On her way back to her garage to put away the shovel, she stopped and glanced back at the hole.
"Goodbye, Motherboard...goodbye, nightmares."
As she went back inside, she realized she should probably buy herself a NEW computer, one that wouldn't try to kill her...but not right now, just in case.

-0-0-

Later that night, Caffrin laid half-awake in her bed. She wasn't entirely sure what was keeping her awake, but something was bugging her. Maybe it was the lingering presence of the Dust-E-Mart floating around in her head?

About 2 weeks ago, the Dust-E-Mart had finally been demolished once and for all; there was now just an empty lot where it once stood. Hardly anyone went near it anymore; it still gave off that creepy vibe.
Luckily, there was another store down the street, Selfridges, that was MUCH bigger and had a LOT more things to buy there.
Even still, Caffrin was careful about what she bought.

'Try to relax, Caffrin,' she thought, 'It'll all be ok...'
Soon enough, she was fast asleep.

-0-0-

Caffrin sat at the kitchen table, a small basket right in front of her and the now-lifeless notepad to the side. There was a red triangular prism-like creature on the shelf, where it always sat. What was that thing? Was it alive? How long was it there?
She never questioned it, though. It probably wasn't a good idea to say anything about it.

Inside the basket was a bright-red ball of yarn, a green spool of thread, a lemon, and a weird-looking ragdoll with a green-striped sweater much like hers. The ragdoll had a couple of pins and needles stabbed into it, one pin going directly into the doll's head.
Suddenly, she heard a faint voice that said, "Please...help us..."

Caffrin gasped. "What...who's there?" She picked up the doll. "Was that you, little ragdoll?"
The ragdoll didn't say anything. It just frowned.
Caffrin slowly pulled out one of the pins sticking out of its chest. The doll twitched a little, but it still had that frown stitched onto its face.
"Hmm...Can you hear me, ragdoll?" Caffrin asked the small lifeless ragdoll. No answer.

Then she tried to pull out the pin sitcking out of its head. There was a loud scream, and Caffrin's hands started bleeding. She panicked and threw the doll back onto the kitchen table. Did that come from the doll?
"Why," another voice rang out, "Why are you hurting us? What did we do to you?"
The room started to shake. Everything was spinning, a painting on the wall started leaking black ooze. "LEAVE US ALONE!"
"What did I do?!" Caffrin cried, "WHAT DID I DO?!"

Suddenly, complete silence.

"...You didn't really think it was over, did you?"

-0-0-

Caffrin gasped and sat up in her bed. She was back in her room. Everything was still dark; she must've had a nightmare.
She sighed. It was the middle of the night, and she needed her beauty sleep. Caffrin fluffed her pillow and laid back down.
But she was still wide awake.

Where did that dream come from? What did it mean?