Brother in Arms; EXTRAS
CHAOS!
"Word" – Speech.
'Word' – Thought.
"Word" – Slender Speech.
#Word# Texts, messages, phone calls and on-screen words. Will have speech marks if words are being spoken at the same time they appear on-screen.
~Word~ - Written Words.
$Word$ - Parseltongue.
Disclaimer, Harry Potter is the creative property of J.K Rowling and the studio that produced the films.
Any Creepypastas mentioned in this fic will have their creators stated in the endnotes.
Author's Note.
Alright, you voted for this.
An addon for a chapter I've already written, the Proxy Weasley twins causing utter CHAOS with Laughing Jack!
This is probably something you would think would be very easy, but I can't think...
I need to go to a place for inspiration...
Oh... oh... ideas are running through my head...
I've got a plan.
Till the next one,
SteamGeek01.
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Hogsmeade.
The sleepy town just on the skirts of Hogwarts was winding down for the day.
A few shops had already closed up for the day, some were getting ready to lock their doors and retreat to the warmth of the fireplace.
And one room of a particularly dilapidated house was suddenly filled with a large amount of black smoke.
"Woah," Fred said once the smoke had cleared.
"You can say that again," George muttered as the two of them looked around the torn up room inside the Shrieking Shack.
"I know," Laughing Jack said, "I'm awesome,"
The twins let out a chuckle each before looking around.
"So... where exactly is the way back to Hogwarts?" George asked.
"Think Isaac said it was... wait..." Jack paused for a moment, "Why didn't I just..."
He grabbed the twins shoulders and, with another swirl of smoke, appeared in the ensuite of the twins Gryffindor dorm.
George and Fred looked around, wide-eyed.
"Ok... why didn't you guys come to help Isaac during any of the shit that..." George broke off and Fred looked at him with a mildly fearful glare.
"Slender has a rule that limits out interactions with your side of the world," Jack said, "The magic stuff, not the U.K, we can come to this little island whenever we want if we want,"
George nodded.
"So... what happens now?" Fred asked.
"Well... now you two... ok, gonna level with you, never had a Proxy before," Jack said, "At all.
I honestly have no idea what I'm doing, winging it more than a K.F.C bucket right now,"
George and Fred shared a quick glance.
"A what?"
Jack breathed heavily in through his nose.
"Doesn't matter," he said after a moment, "Ok, what I'm gonna do is pop in once a week, probably evenings when you're alone, so that I can get any deets about what you've dug up on Beardy.
You two alright?" he asked.
George and Fred shared another quick glance.
"Just... just digesting it all," George said.
"Are Jeff and Liu really brothers?" Fred asked.
"Yep," Jack said, "Those were a couple awkward weeks when he first got here,"
Fred let out a small chuckle, "I can imagine,"
"Trust me, you really don't want to," Jack said with a shake of his head, leaning against the sinks, "Nabbed this from Ben,"
He tossed them something that they had seen Isaac with time to time.
"Ben modified that to work inside Hogwarts," Jack explained, "Turn that on, and Ben can set up a link between here and The Mansion that he can use to visit you in the dreamscape...
He can literally walk into your dreams, talk to you, wake you up, and actually exist in your mind when you turn that on, so...
If something big happens, and you need to tell us immediately, turn it on, get Ben to get me, and I'll get my ass over here as quick as I can," he promised them, "And this..."
He threw them a small backpack.
"Is from me," he said, "Just a few things that I think you might need to use,"
The dawning day gave the twins a new purpose.
"Alright," George said, unfolding the Marauder's Map, Isaac had given it back to them as he wasn't going back to Hogwarts, "What we got?"
"Erm..." Fred rummaged through the bag that he had filled, thank god it was a Saturday, it gave them time to plan something before getting bogged down in classes, "Custards, can't use them to get stuff...
Fake wands, could throw them down if we get caught and hide our actual wands...
Some things that Jack gave us..." he emptied the rest of the bag onto the table.
"... and our razor-sharp wits," he finished.
George nodded and looked over their assembled arsenal.
"I like our odds," he said, "First up...
Figuring out what the hell are these..." he picked up a small box from a small cluster of multicoloured boxes.
Both he and Fred looked over the small, black, box.
Its edges were smoothed down, only the outmost points held any rough edging. A small white string was taped to the side, one end hanging freely, the other end disappearing inside the box.
"Did he leave a note?" Fred muttered as he rummaged through the bag.
His search yielded a piece of crumpled paper.
"Green for sleep-sleep gas," he read out, "Cyan for smoke... blue for boom..."
The two of them turned to look at the boxes.
"Which one is cyan?" George asked.
"I don't know... this one?" Fred said hesitantly, picking up one of the few blue boxes.
"Maybe we should ask someone who knows colours..." George said, taking it from him and carefully putting it down.
George picked up one last bag.
"Ok, the last thing," he said, undoing the string, "Wonder what Isaac meant by 'helpful',"
"Me too," Fred said, uncertain of just what was inside.
George's face went wide as he looked into the depths of the bag.
"You know... this explains... this explains a lot," George whispered.
Fred frowned as he leant over the desk to look inside, and...
"Merlin's Y-pants!" Fred gasped.
The shadows seemed more defined now as they walked down the corridor, however, everything still felt the same... until...
George caught Fred's arm as they walked down the final steps to the entrance hall, other students passing them by with their morning goal to get breakfast already in their minds.
"Do you see..."
"Yeah," Fred breathed back.
Though the doors to the Great Hall were open, they could see what looked like half of a crossed out circle on the door.
"Isn't that the same thing that Isaac had around his neck?" George asked.
"Yeah," was all that Fred could say.
The two of them walked in, making their way to the Gryffindor table.
"Do you... is it just me or is Dumbledore watching us?" Fred asked.
George took the opportunity to yawn, turning slightly and watching the aged wizard sitting at the centre of the teacher's table.
His head was angled downward as if focussed on the ever so gently steaming bowl of soup served that day, but his eyes seemed drawn to the twins.
"A bit, yeah," George said, shaking his head as he finished yawning.
Fred made an odd hum and returned to his toast.
"We gotta find out what else the Order's got planned," George said and Fred nodded in agreement.
Since Isaac hadn't returned to Hogwarts that year Dumbledore had gotten in touch with their parents about reinstating the Order of The Pheonix once more.
Thankfully, they had been rather thirsty that night and crept downstairs so as to not disturb anyone when they overheard their Headmaster saying that there would soon be a danger facing the world as they knew it.
Their parents were, to their mild relief, refusing to believe any of the trash that the Daily Prophet was publishing about Isaac being the next Dark Lord.
While the twins knew that he probably could take up the title if he wanted, Isaac was almost entirely done with the Wizarding World. The twins were just thankful that they were part of the side he was keeping in his favour.
It had been chance that they found the old man meeting in Hogsmeade with another of the Order, the man wondering what they would be doing about the 'Potter brat'.
What had made their blood run cold was that the man then credited Dumbledore with having come up with the name.
Since hearing that their Headmaster had been trying to push Isaac towards a fight with the now dead Dark Lord, they had little to no good words about their Headmaster.
"Dungbombs under his door?" Fred suggested.
"I was thinking maybe sneak a few of L.J's sweets into his candy bowl," George countered.
A quick smirk flitted across Fred's face.
"Dungbomb on the doors, sweets with the lemon drops, a smoke bomb under his chair, and, just to round it off, that little silver thing that L.J sent,"
"Which little silver thing?" George asked.
"The one that does the..." Fred let out a quiet, but high-pitched, whistle.
"Oh, that one," George grimaced.
It had gone off when they were packing everything away and George had spent half an hour trying to turn it off, turning to the instructions after giving up took him another ten minutes to figure out how to use it.
"My head still hurts,"
As everyone piled away from the hall, thankful for the Saturday to give them time to relax.
But there were two among them that felt a sense of mischievousness coursing through their veins.
A quick word to Peeves, plus a few packets of water balloons, gave them a distraction that would keep people away from the corridor leading to Dumbledore's office for a good few minutes.
Even so, they would have to act fast.
"Right... how do you get in?" Fred wondered as they looked at the statue of the gryphon that stood before them.
"I think Isaac said you get in by saying a password," George said as he thought, "And that the password is a type of sweet,"
Fred gaped at him.
"Seriously, how are we supposed to guess what one it is with the time we've got?"
"Lemon drops?" George tried.
"Sugar quill," the two of them took it in turns, saying every type of sweet they had ever seen in Honeydukes.
"Blood pop,"
"Cockroach cluster,"
"Honeybees,"
"Liquorice snaps,"
The gryphon shook its wings and a staircase began spiralling its way upward.
The twins exchanged a quick glance, swapping mischevious grins.
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The Mansion.
"Huh," Isaac muttered.
"Something up?" Toby asked him, shuffling the deck for another game of Scabby Queen.
"No... just felt thirsty for a moment," Isaac said, getting up, "Gonna go get a drink,"
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Hogwarts.
George and Fred snuck up the stairs to Dumbledore's office, Fred pausing to pull out something made of a shimmering type of cloth.
"Still can't believe that Isaac had one of these," George said, looking at the invisibility cloak that they had been loaned.
"Definitely explains a thing or two," Fred agreed, throwing it over the two of them.
The cloak fit the two of them under, but it didn't give them much space.
They crept over to the bowl of lemon drops sitting on the desk, tipping in a few unwrapped candies of L.J's that looked similar enough to be confused for them.
After that, they moved to behind his desk, tying a smoke bomb, they had asked Angelina what the difference between the two colours of blue was that morning and made it so that once Dumbledore pulled the chair out the pin would be pulled.
"What's next?" George asked Fred as they backed carefully away from the chair.
"The thing that gave you a headache," Fred said, twirling the silver contraption around his hand.
George set the timer for two hours, leaving it hidden amongst the many, many, intricate devices upon its surface.
"Door, dungbombs, then we're outta here," Fred whispered, trying not to disturb the sleeping portraits.
They had just reached the door when it swung slowly open.
Dumbledore walked in, the edges of his robes trailing a small smear of water across the floors.
George and Fred carefully caught the door before it could open, sliding out before placing a few dungbombs along the frame so when it closed they would be broken.
The two of them made it to the end of the corridor before pulling the cloak off, Fred stuffing it back into his back, and they took off running as fast as they could.
At lunch that day, Dumbledore looked extremely annoyed.
His eyes seemed darker, the twinkle most definitely gone, and his gaze seemed to linger on the twins throughout the meal.
"You sure about this?" George asked.
"We were told to get info about what the Order's got planned," Fred said, "At night, when everyone's sleeping, might be the best time to look for stuff,"
George knew that he had a point, but it seemed a little too early to look for anything that might help them understand what the Order was planning in regards to their plans to get to Isaac.
"Ok... let me just get something," George said, ducking under his bed.
He pulled out an old shoebox.
On the top was a bunch of old knick-knacks, but underneath was the boxes that L.J had given them.
"Just in case," he said, grabbing a couple of the smoke ones and, after a moments hesitation, a blue one.
Corridors bathed in moonlight lit their way as they crept through the empty halls filled with slumbering portraits of students from ages past who had gone on to become teachers, or from notable people who had made rather sizeable donations to Hogwarts long ago.
Their footsteps made soft clicks against the hard stone floors.
"Heyo!"
George and Fred would forever deny with bright red faces that they did not shriek like Ron confronted with a very, very, large spider that night when Laughing Jack dropped down before them.
"Wow," Jack said, leaning back a bit, "You two ever tried out for fallseto openings on operas?"
"What are you doing here?" Fred asked.
"It's been one day, I'm just checking in on the two of you," Jack said, "Plus, I wanted to know if the two of you had been up to anything yet,"
George and Fred shared another quick glance.
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The Mansion.
Isaac lifted his head off of his makeshift pillow.
He allowed a small smile to grace his lips when he saw Ben still sleeping peacefully on the bed as he got up, his mouth irritatingly dry for some reason.
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"Well, sounds like the party's just getting started," Jack said, stuffing his hands back in his pockets after giving a quick solo-applause at what the twins had gotten up to so far, "And, what's on the agenda tonight boys?"
"We were going up to Dumbledore's office to see if there was anything we could find about the Order," Fred said, George keeping an eye out for any patrolling prefects that might have heard them.
"Sounds risky," Jack frowned, "And fun.
You got any more of those sweets I left you?"
George checked the bag he had.
"Think they're all back in our dorm," he said.
"Damn," Jack said, "Oh well, best not spoil my appetite before breakfast,"
Fred shook his head in confusion before looking down at his watch.
"It's midnight," he said, "Kinda early for breakfast,"
"It's nearly eight in the morning for me," Jack said, pointing a finger at his chest, "Time zones, you know,"
A look of comprehension flitted across Fred's face before George grabbed his arm.
"Prefects incoming," he said, looking down a corridor to their left.
Jack leant, fully horizontal to the ground, and on one foot, to look past the two and at the approaching robed figures.
"You two go on up to Dandruff-whore's office," he said, "I got this,"
George and Fred swapped expressions of worry and fear.
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Isaac hurried his pace to the kitchen, giving E.J, the ever early bird, a brief wave as he passed.
His thirst seemed to be getting worse.
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"Oh, relax," Jack flapped his elongated hands at them, "I ain't gonna turn their guts into 'gutterflies' just yet,"
A couple of weeks ago, George and Fred would have given a brief chuckle at such a morbid joke. Now they knew that it was most likely something that the present company had done... probably more than once...
Jack vanished with a small cloud of smoke, leaving George to tug on Fred's arm to get him to move.
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"You sure you heard a firstie scream down here?" Adam asked, turning to face the Ravenclaw prefect who had dragged him away from his usual patrol to look for them.
"Yes," Summer said, "She sounded like she either ran into Peeves, or that she's really hurt herself,"
Adam gave a brief sigh and held his wand a little higher to try and see a little further.
"Hello?" Summer called out down the shadowy corridor, "Are you alright?"
Something small, and fast, darted across the other end of the corridor.
"There!" Summer pointed after them, taking off to catch them up.
Adam groaned and followed suit.
He found Summer standing still a few corridors away, looking around before taking off down a hallway to her left.
By the time he had caught up with her for a second time, she was standing in the middle of an empty hallway.
"I saw her run in here," Summer said, looking around.
Adam had barely taken more than a step into the room when the doors snapped shut behind him, a giggle of a young child on the other side... actually... it sounded more like chittering...
"Thank you, Flyta," Jack said, dropping the small child back off at the Carnival.
She gave Jack's long legs a quick hug before darting back through the large entrance into the carnival.
Jack watched her run off, letting a small smile tug on his lips as he knew the two prefects would be stuck there for a while before someone let them out.
He turned around and walked towards the forest bordering his carnival, disappearing in a plume of smoke just before he reached the knotted roots of the trees.
"I'm back," he said, George and Fred managing to contain their screams of terror this time.
"H-how'd it go?" Fred asked, regaining his composure.
"Pretty well," Jack said, "Right now they're stuck in a room downstairs somewhere... is this really the door to Grundle-pore's office?"
"Yep," George said, "Liquorice snaps,"
"Why the... that's an interesting password," Jack muttered, playing it off.
"Apparently he likes using sweets as passwords," Fred said as the three of them quietly ascended the spiral staircase.
George and Fred nearly leapt out of their skin when something loud squeaked behind them.
"Sorry," Jack said, picking up the fallen squeaky toy, "My bad,"
Dumbledore's office was quiet, the faint whistles of many a sleeping portrait surrounded them.
"Ok... where would he keep the stuff?" Fred whispered.
"Desk?" George suggested.
As George and Fred busied themselves with sorting through the parchment on the top of the desk.
Meanwhile, Jack was looking at the sleeping form of Dumbledore's Pheonix.
"What has he done to you?" Jack whispered, getting the attention of George and Fred as he carefully slid one finger down Fawkes' back.
"What is it?" Fred asked.
"He's bound him," Jack said as Fawkes lifted his head out from underneath his wing, looking at Jack with a critical eye, "Tied his soul to him..."
Jack hesitated a moment before laying a hand across Fawkes back.
"He's bound a Pheonix?" George asked, mild disbelief flitting across his face for a brief moment before his, much alike Freds, showed anger.
A Pheonix was one of the purest creatures in the magical world, a balance between life and death, for someone to forcefully bind it... it was considered dark, very dark, indeed.
"What do we do?" Fred asked.
"Nothing," Jack said, a mild hint of regret, "We can't do anything... I ain't got the experience in removing stuff like this, we'd need Slends...
Best we can do?
Kill Bumble-four, that'll break the bonding and set him free,"
The twins and Jack did all but tear the office apart in their search for information, and their search yielded its fruits.
A memo ready to send in the morning was found, hidden amongst a fake book in the office, that held the time and date of when Dumbledore would be leading a group of his Order to go and retrieve the 'target', as it was labelled.
"You did good, boys," Jack said, clapping the two of them on the shoulder.
A portrait opened her bleary eyes to see what the noise was, just missing the swirl of smoke that was Jack and the twins vanishing.
In the place where Jack had stood was a small, cylindrical, black box, wrapped with a thin layer of white linen.
When Dumbledore opened the box, a spring was released and a large amount of glitter, sand, and termite eggs were flung into the air.
He whipped his wand around, sending all of the glitter, sand, and, unbeknownst to him, termite eggs into the bin in the corner of his room before pulling out his chair to sit down.
A high-pitched whistling noise filled the office, breaking off every so often before starting up again.
Dumbledore sent a blasting curse at the bin where the unknown silver device now lay, sending the dust and everything else that he had disposed of just before all across the room.
He was half tempted to throw his wand across the room in frustration, his blood boiling so much that he almost forgot to send an owl off with the copies of the memo for when they would finally be capturing the Potter brat and, possibly, disposing of that obnoxious 'family' he had.
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That morning, when the twins saw Dumbledore that morning they knew that something had definitely ticked him off.
"Mission accomplished," George whispered to Fred.
His twin winked back at him, raising his goblet.
Their discrete celebration was short lived.
Halfway through breakfast, three men had arrived at Hogwarts.
Dumbledore had risen to meet them, talking with them in a low tone.
George and Fred had been right to assume they had been Order members, thinking that they were just there to confirm something with Dumbledore... that was...
Until one of them looked right at the twins, back to Dumbledore, and nodded.
"Fred... why do I get the feeling that we're about to be in more trouble than if we'd ended up on the wrong side of the line of work that Isaac's family does?" George asked, swallowing nervously.
"Because I think exactly the same," Fred confirmed.
The men followed Dumbledore out to a small room not too far from the entrance hall.
Not risking leaving the still highly packed room of the Great Hall, they asked Lee to go get something from their bedroom.
The thing in question was a small satchel bag that contained a few of the things that L.J had sent them, some prototype prank tools, and the Gameboy.
When Lee brought it to them they sighed in relief.
Fred immediately went to the Gameboy and turned it on.
"How do we know if it's working?" he asked George.
"I don't know," he whispered back.
Everyone started filing out of the hall, the food had disappeared and it was comfier to rest on a plush chair in their common rooms than the wooden benches.
George and Fred followed them all out, keeping their eyes peeled for Dumbledore or any of his cronies.
They spotted the first standing on the stairs that the rest of the Gryffindors were taking to get back to the tower, so they ducked down a corridor to the side where the Ravenclaws were going.
But there was another at the end of that corridor, causing them to double back to a corridor that led away from the towers and over towards the Charms classrooms.
"Hello, boys,"
George and Fred skidded to a halt as they rounded the end of the corridor and found Dumbledore standing in the middle.
"Don't you know running in the corridors can lead to accidents?" he asked them.
A quick look around revealed that the three men had joined them, one stepping next to Dumbledore and the other two blocked the way they had come, their wands were out.
"We're screwed," Fred breathed to George, trying to keep his lips from moving too much.
"Why don't we all have a nice talk about safety within my halls?" Dumbledore asked, gesturing for them to go into an unused classroom off to the side.
George and Fred stood their ground, not saying a thing, and their jaws locked.
Dumbledore's eyes darkened, the ever-present glint in his eyes gone.
A chuckling got their attention.
The men turned to look at where it had come from but saw nothing, just a small trick of the light that made it look like there had been something smoky there for a moment.
George and Fred had been a little quicker though and had just managed to catch sight of the swirl of black smoke that they knew to have been Laughing Jack.
"And just why should we go with you?" George asked, moving forward a little so that he blocked the sight of Fred going into the satchel from view.
"You two have been meddling in affairs you ought to have left alone," Dumbledore said coldly, "Did you really think I would leave my office without something to warn me when it was entered?
Or perhaps you would be more willing to tell me who the third was?" his dark eyes narrowing at them as the Order members chuckled to themselves.
George was breathing through gritted teeth when Fred stood back up.
"Then I guess our cover is blown," Fred said, "He's smoked us out,"
"We really blew this, didn't we?" George asked his brother.
"Our plan's gone up in smoke,"
"Our cover has been blown... I used that one already, didn't I?" George asked.
"No, that one was mine," Fred said, "Shall we just cut to the chase?"
"Just do it," George said, hearing faint snickers above them.
"Get them!" Dumbledore growled to the Order members.
"Do it!" George shouted as the men got closer.
Fred threw the something on the ground and a large cloud of bright green smoke burst out around them blocking them from sight.
The Order members threw a few curses into the smoke as a brief flare of black seemed to be added to the swirls before charging in there themselves.
As the smoke cleared something else dropped down.
A large bang proceeded quite a few windows in the area being blown out, the stone walls scorched, and an Order member cried out in pain.
Red slices across his chest, one just missing a rather vital part of his throat.
Laughing Jack held Fred and George close as they rolled to the floor of the main circus tent, cushioning the blow from landing on the hard floors.
"You two alright?" he asked as they groaned.
"Oww..." came the quiet replies.
Jack gave a sigh of relief and helped the twins to their feet.
"So what happened?" he asked them, "I was watching a game with Masky downstairs and the next thing Ben's shouting at me that you're in trouble, the big kind,"
"Dumbledore found out about us being in his office," Fred told him.
"Tried to get us to spill on Isaac and everyone," George took over, "Tried to jump us with some lackeys of his,"
"Luckily for us, subtlety is probably a type of tea for them," Fred grimaced as he pulled a hand away from a cut in his side.
"I'll go get E.J," Laughing Jack said, looking at the gash in his side, "Best get that patched up the now,"
Fred would have openly admitted being nervous about being told he was going to be in close proximity to a cannibal while openly bleeding and in a weakened state if he had been asked, but George seemed to have a bigger concern on his mind.
"What about Mum, and Dad?
Ginny, Ron, Bill, Charlie, Percy?" he asked, "He's going to go after them next,"
To their surprise, Jack shook his head.
"No, I've met his kind before," Jack said, giving Fred a towel to hold to his side, "They want to make sure that everything goes the way they want.
If what you told us about Fumblemore wanting to recruit your parents is true, then he won't want them questioning things. He's going to need as many people as he can muster to try and take us on,"
That only brought around another equally terrifying thought.
"What if they're a part of the group that comes here?" Fred asked.
"Then they're probably going to shit themselves," Jack shrugged, "Probably tell the others to try and not kill the ones with red hair, but that's about all I can do.
If they're there, then they're in the firing line,"
Fred and George let their shoulders drop in acceptance, getting a hiss of pain from Fred as the fabric of his shirt that had been pressed to the gash was torn away.
"Ok, no more chatting, time to go wake up the cannibal," Jack said, causing the twins to exchange another set of fearful looks.
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The Mansion.
Isaac paused, nearly causing Masky to walk into him.
"What?" he asked, wondering why Isaac had paused in the middle of the doorway.
"Hmm? Oh, nothing, just need a drink,"
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Endnotes.
Ok,
So, would you like to see more of these three?
Would you like me to write a part 2 of this sometime?
Let me know, but I'll only accept the ones that ask for it that have been sent via carrier raven and sealed in wax... or in a review... whatever's easier.
But, this has been another EXTRAS chapter as a taster for what they could do, and I do hope that you've enjoyed it.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
HAPPY HANNUKAH!
And... I can't remember any other holiday greetings to put here...
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO YOU ALL!
May your days be bright, and company be merry.
SteamGeek01.
Creepypastas in this fic.
Ticci Toby – Kastoway.
Masky / Hoodie / The Operator – Marble Hornets.
Eyeless Jack – Kiki H.
Laughing Jack – Snuffbomb.
Jeff the Killer – BanninK.
Ben Drowned – Jadusable.
Sally – Kiki H.
Slenderman – Victor Surge.
Smile dog – God knows.
Puppeteer – BleedingHeart
If you have a favourite Creepypasta that has not made an appearance then message me or leave their name in a review.
