{ Icy's point of view, again}

After Azeneth had pointed me to Hothead's room, she had sprinted away down the hall, presumably to wake up Random. I on the other hand just strolled though the hall to Hothead's room, full of a little trepidation. I stood still for astrosecond. I had thought that I heard a little thump sound, followed by a louder buzz noise. "Strange," I note aloud.

Unfortunately I had made it to Hothead's room. Giving out a sigh, I now slowly and silently open the door, but as soon as I had steeped in thunder rolled, booming out everywhere. I wait for the flash of lighting, but it never came. Slowly I release the sound was Hothead snoring.

Now how will I wake up Hothead without being killed appears to be the most important question on my mind at this moment. Noise does seem like a likely way to not have have my head blown off immediately, but then again there is no possible way that I can create a sound louder than that.

So going against all judgement, I slap Hothead and run though the door, as soon as I was out the door I heard a yell, "You will pay for that!" and footsteps behind.

For a second I further forget reasoning and ran straight towards the nearest sound of life, which I probably would have given a good thought on, but I am still running for my life.

I turn a corner and see one of the weirdest things I have ever saw. A young man, taller than me by a ruler, whom had a black jack-o-lantern shaped mask was jumping up and down, off the walls with energy, screaming," Ich will Schokolade! Ich will Schokolade*! You said there was more!"

I saw Azeneth going inside her cupboard, franticly searching and she came out victorious with a tin covered rectangle in her hand. Azeneth rips off the the wrapper clean, reviling her prize! It is now a brown rectangle.

The strange male, who I know as Random takes the thing and waves it in our faces, while screaming taste the rainbow and promptly shoves the whole thing in his mouth, getting himself even more covered with brown stuff. And then he screams, " Cha Cha Cha!" And pulls Azeneth into a huge hug and screams," Ich liebe dich**!", in a happy voice

For some unknown reason I feel my face change degree, furthermore Azeneth's face was now blue again.

Hothead, who of course had been frozen in shock for a while, had thought it was time to throw in his two cents, "What the slag just Happened?!"

{ Random stole the point of view, view!}

" It looks like the terminator is mad, very mad. Because he has no candy!"

Everyone looks as confused as a chicken. The nice lady, "How do you even know that?" The one in tan uniform, cosplaying as Icy, has a very frozen look. And the termination of all the sour patch kids, is wondering why I'm narrating this all aloud.

The nice lady, who needs to give me more chocolate, has just spoken,"I've never seen the fourth wall broken in person. Jolien's*** right it is fun!"

"There is no fourth wall!" I scream.

Hothead and Icy have questionful looks on their faces. Azeneth now is explaining the fourth wall and... BORING!

No one wants to know that. Azeneth looks at me with daggers made of the CHOCOLATE she was supposed to get me. She now asks politely for the point of view to go to her and not it being me that has it all day or this story will go nowhere, no when, no how.

I say that maybe our author has a writing block. And then out of no where, I slap myself. What it's just a thought!?

Arnold Schwarz- I mean Hothead tells, yells, at me to shut my vocalizer up! Everyone is now about to go as crazy as I!

"I'll give you all the candy and chocolate you want, but only if give me the point of view. And if you don't, there is always a small chance that you will never have chocolate again without my help," says Azeneth with sickly sweet smile.

Hmm. Chocolate, driving people crazy..."I choose you chocolate!", I say throwing out my arm.

{Azeneth has the point of view again, thankfully}

How did Random make a Pokemon reference? Ohh I'm narrator again, how delightful. Anyways, let us get some order in this chaos, but then again what's the point in making sense?

I must note that there is either the look of confusion or happiness on everyone's face. Mine's and Random's fall into the latter of the two categorys, while Hothead and Icy seem to be in the first. The big question is what the heck should I do now. I'm sure that Hothead is in the process of figuring out that he is human, and I am not one-hundred percent sure of what he will do. He could go in shock, accept it, or go ballatstic.

I am, however, almost completely sure that it would be best if Icy explained it and not me, that things will go down more smoothly. Because they all used to make up one proper being, you know.

After concluding this, I tell Icy my plan and he agrees that it would be the least destructionis route. As Icy puts the plan in to motion, I look at my sliver pocket watch that my cousin gave me, it is only seven ten a.m. Wow, this is going to be an extremely long day.

Random was listening in to the little explanation too. Icy is just basically repeating what I said to him, but he is changing the words a tiny bit. Random doesn't seem surprized at all nor did he seem in the slightest way bothered that he was basically was kicked out his dimension. Wait! I wonder what they did to trigger the Fantisic magic.

Hothead is quite the opposite of his insane counterpart, for he appears to be fed up with it all. He is no longer a giant robot with the a flamethrower; he can no longer can turn into an assault tank. Instead he is only a seven foot tall human. And that in his eyes is probably so very puny and useless compared to his original form. I wish I could help him I truly do, but this is what the fantisic magic has done, thus it cannot be undone.

He seems angry at this news, but he has no one to blame. The fire, the fury in his eyes has no where to go. Yet there does happen to be an extremely annoying person in the room, whom is singing the song that never ends while dancing around him.

I think Icy saw it before I did, because he was already in a ready position when I thought about it. Was Hothead going after Random to vent out his anger? I could see those thoughts going though his head, but for some reason he did not strike Random. Instead he only stormed out of the nice dark kitchen into those warm looking hallways. Soon afterwords we heard a door slam, hard, it was immadently followed with the sound of wood breaking.

I then let a breath that I had no idea that I was holding out. Random bounded to me like a puppy to a treat. He then promptly asked for the promised chocolate. I then went back into the dark brown cupboards to start the hard journey for the chocolate in the back, but not before telling Icy to consul and calm down Hothead once he didn't hear the sound of destruction.

"I'm sorry that he is destroying your home," said Icy meekly, after I returned from my long journey and had given all my riches to Random, whom is savoring the delicious dark chocolate this time.

"It's fine, my cousin she had left me with more money than I know what to do with. So replacing anything will be a breeze, and anything of sentimental value is defiantly not in the guest rooms. But if you want to apologize, do so to my sister she gets mad if I break a teacup!"

"What is a "teacup"?" asked Blitzwing.

I go on and explain what cups are, how they are used, and their deferent types. Icy takes notes in his head, while Random sits down and listens as if I'm telling a story.

When I finish, I note that something is off. There is now no sound in the background, Hothead has finished his tantrum. It only took 23 minutes, you know. That is defiantly less than what I had thought it would be.

Icy, unwilling, goes off to find and comfort Hothead. Which leaves me with Random. What will I ever do?!

{Icy's point of view}

'Why me?', I ask myself.'Well Azeneth doesn't know Hothead, and Random well is random, so that leaves me as the best option? I hate always being the voice of logic, it makes being mad at others so hard if they follow the simple rules of logic also.'

What is that? Thunder surrounds me, again. I follow it to the wooden door it had brought me too. Inside I see a completely trashed room, papers thrown every which way, a desk smashed into pieces, and what is left of writting instruments laying on the dark green carpeted room. Upon further exploration the wooden walls were scratched and beaten on. Hothead was asleep under the broken desk, it was a sad and sorry sight. If Hothead knew someone had saw him in such a weakened and petty state he would probably kill them, so I get out of the room as quickly as possible without making a sound.

Nothing I have encountered before could have prepared me for the sight before me. Azeneth and Random were stuffing their faceplates full of fluffy white powdery things and saying 'chubby bunny' after another one was added. Human customs are defiantly much more strange and weird than I have ever thought possible. Did I forget to mention a song with the words I love rocky road was being played as loud as physically possible. Humans are such a curious race, I now wonder how we must seem to them.

{* means I want chocolate, and ** means I love you, *** pronunced with a z. This was Random to say the least. I hope you had as much fun reading this as I did writing this. Please review!}