Thank to those that reviewed! (Two reviews per fanfic, and considering it was the same people I was less than pleased but still happy with the encouragement I got.) Here's another chapter of DDN&S. Sorry about the 4 month delay, but I stopped playing Maple during that time. I'm back now, if you see me in Windia my name is xAG3NTx and in Broa I'm still EdgeStrife. Well anyway, here's the chapter, it's filler mostly, and a few Spaz moments.

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Darky was sitting on the couch watching a rather exciting Monster Carnival on television when Ducky came bustling in with a load of shopping bags in his arms. Darky looked up absentmindedly, then glued his eyes back to the set.

"Evening, Darky."

"What're those?" Darky asked, ignoring the greeting altogether.

"I'm not carrying anything," Ducky replied, and walked through the kitchen and into his room. Darky shook his head and thought it better not to ask.

The monster carnival game soon wrapped up, the person Darky was rooting for triumphed over two others while his "partner" sat in a chair stupidly trying to regain health. Darky turned off the set and got up.

"RAH!" Spaz suddenly popped up from behind the sofa and shouted at Darky.

"Agh!" Darky fell back but caught himself on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Don't do that! And how did you even get in here?!" Darky exclaimed. The only usable doors or windows were in the front room where Darky had been sitting, and he would've seen Spaz come in.

Spaz looked around and merely shrugged. "Where's Ducky?"

"I dunno, he bought some stuff and locked himself in his room. I'm going to go make a sandwich."

"Right..." Spaz nodded seriously, contemplating Ducky's shopping. Darky honestly didn't know what there was to contemplate, but Spaz did have a bit of a screw loose. Darky got up from the couch, and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge with Spaz trailing behind. He looked around, seeing the shelves stuffed with junk food, and grabbed a bag of chips, throwing them at Spaz. Why they were kept in the refrigerator Darky didn't want to know.

"So... You think he's up to something?" Spaz asked, and Darky looked up form a boar sandwich he was preparing.

"I don't like to think about what Ducky likes to do in his free time." He smeared some grape slime jelly on the boar meat and put it between two slices of bread. Spaz looked at it with revulsion as Darky took a big bite.

"Well, don't you want to see?"

"Nope."

"Not even a bit?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Not even remotely cur-"

"No I am not, Spaz."

"Dude, that sandwich is freaking me out."

Darky glared at Spaz and took a few more bites, polishing off the sandwich. Spaz kept staring at him, and Darky glared back. "We are not going to look at what Ducky is doing." Spaz continued staring. "We do not want to know what Ducky is doing." Spaz stared at him longer. "Fine! We'll go see what Ducky is doing in his blasted room if it kills us!"

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Very very short, but it's filler, mostly. I still apologize for it. I WILL finish this, I swear.

Darky: Yes, because swearing it has worked so well in the past.

Shut up, Darky.

Ducky: BUAHAHAHA!!!