People, I had a really bad case of writer's block, or something like that, you know, when you know what's going to happen and you pictured the scenes but you just can't get them transformed into words. Anyway, I wrote this anyway. Forgive me if this is crappy. Ahck, I'm so stupid. Why did I have to write this on Monday?

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P.S.S: LOL, I spelled 'hear' in chapter one 'here', sorry! Anyway, I'll try to be more careful. Please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ned's declassified SSG.

"Ned! I am really getting pissed, you know! How many roses did you kill to make this Oh so long path anyway?!"

I know I said I didn't like cheesy stuff, but I followed the rose petal path anyway.

Makes it easier to track Ned, and kill him!

Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. Most girls love these romantic thingies, but I'm not that sort of person. I like living strong, not completely emotionless but I don't show them so out in the open, like a guy…did I just call myself a guy? Anyway, these things make me feel uncomfortable.

At the garden swing, a while ago, my hands we're sweating. I tried my best to be all touchy feely and stuff. I figured it would make breaking the news to him easier.

I continued to follow the rose petals and realized I was going around in circles. Our garden is not that big so Ned must've arranged the petals in such away they can all be used, I followed it anyway. It leads to a cut off-fence that separates our lawn to the Bigby's.

"NED, WHERE THE FREAKIN' HELL ARE YOU?!"

To a passer-by I might sound crazy, because it was clear that I was shouting to no one, but I was really getting pissed by now.

The petals head to his house, but now they we're not red…they we're black. It was a lil' bit hard to see them at night, but you can clearly identify that they we're dead, from wilted roses. Why would he put dead rose petals? I picked up one and head to the door of their house.

"What the hell???!!!!!"

I might not have noticed at first because of the black rose petals, but Ned's house, it-it was gloomy and…scary.

Compared to my house, even if it is at night, Ned's was sooo dark and wretched looking! I took another glimpse before entering, and then the house---groaned! It's as if it was… alive. Well, of course it didn't groan, it's probably just my imagination. Houses don't groan, right?

I hesitated for a second, but there was some sort of force that is compelling me in.

I went in and searched for the light switch, I remembered it was near the kitchen counter.

I flicked it on but the lights didn't beam.

There was a small flashlight near the sink, but when I switched it open, I realized that there we're no batteries.

Ned Arthur Nathaniel James Matthew Mark Luke John William Winston Churchill Bigby, where are you!" Yeah, I know that's not his name, but I wanted to sound mothery, you know, because he has a short name…*coughs* anyway…

I made my way trough the stairs. The dark doesn't seem to bother me much, I mean, I have been here a lot of times I practically memorized every inch of this house.

It isn't really the perfect time to reminisce, but I remembered all the things that happened here. My parents weren't home much so I spend most of my times at the Bigby's.

The cookies Mrs. Bigby made were not the best but their better than my mom's. I consider her like my second mother so much, one time my mom and her had a fight with her because she claimed that the Bigby's are stealing me from them.

And I also celebrated my 9th birthday here because my parents couldn't get a flight back here. Ned cried because he felt sorry for me. I slapped him and called him a sissy.

And at the basement, where I cried with Ned when his dog, Sparky, died.

We loved that dog so much; it was like our little baby. When we were 10, we used to play pretend family. I was the 'dad' because Ned thinks he's more affectionate so he should be the 'mom' and take care of our 'baby', Sparky.

God, I'm going to miss this house.

I was about to take another step, when I heard something move near the living room. I hesitated to look, but I got over it. So I went to the living room, and saw him. Well, I was not sure it was Ned, but who else could it be?

"Ned?"

He continued to move away from me. I figured he did not hear me so I called out again and took one step towards him.

"NED!"

I could tell he was surprised because he yelled "OH MY GOD!!"

When he looked backed and ran to me, I then realized it was not Ned.

"Cookie?"

"Moze! Moze, you've got to help me!"

Why are you here? I thought you were in the scientist convention thingy?"

"No time to explain! Ned's in danger."

"What?! He can't be!"

"Yes he is! He just texted me!"

Cookie showed me Ned's text message. It read: cook help me.

"If he is, why didn't he just call out to me, I'm right here."

"I don't know! Moze, we need to find Ned."

"Okay! Okay! I'll check in here, you go upstairs."

"No, wait! Why don't you go upstairs and I'll check here."

"Why?"

"Because I lost my glasses here. Go, Moze! Run!"

I made my way through the stairs and went in Ned's parent's room. Only a night lamp illuminated the room. Everything looked normal, so I went into Ned's room.

It was so dark I can't see anything. I tried to walk around but I bumped into Ned's bed.

"Wait a minute. Ned's bed shouldn't be here."

I reached down to 'see' what it is.

It was…familiar but I couldn't tell what it is. I remembered I had brought my cell phone with me. I opened it and used it as light.

I scanned the room for a second. Everything was in place, the bed, cabinets…what could this possibly be?

I beamed it to the thing that I hit.

It was…it was…Ned.

He wasn't facing me, but I could clearly tell its Ned.

I started poking and even pinching him.

"Ned? Ned, are you okay?"

I turned his head to me.

Ned 's body followed.

I kept erasing this scene; I never want to remember it, ever. Why?

"Ned…You're…"

As soon as I turned his head, I dropped it with a sickening splat.

His eyes…. they we're gone! What the freakin' hell?!! He has no eyes!

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