Guess whaaaat! I HAVE A NEW FRIEND!! Sorry, Lizzie and Jypsi, but i'm thinking maybe every chapter or two, i'll change them around again, and at the end of the story bring EVERYONE back. What do ya think? Anyways, i'm only writing this chapter because my feet are cold, and i dont wanna get socks on unless they're toe socks, but they're all in the wash... ((SAD))

I don't own Eragon, DTB, NBC or black nailpolish.

"IT'S TRUE!!! I SAW THE WHOLE THING!!!!!" Fathom screeched.

"Fath, seriously, I'll bite your bloody legs off if you don't keep your voice down! This cookie need to be baked in utter SILENCE, except for the gentle murmuring of my voice and-"

"I think she has the picture." Eragon muttered, storming into the room.

"...You ok? You seem kind of...annoying."

"No, just panicking deep inside since Arya's sending guards up here to keep us in the dungeons for a day or so, since she wasn't very grateful for our shoe-loving jokes."

"HOLY SHIT!!!!!" I cried, and thrust my had into the oven, retrieving my cookie (which was thankfully ready).

"That was stupid." Fathom said solemnly.

"Yep." We all agreed, then ran for the door. After five minutes or so of trying to get out before the other, we finally all pushed through and found ourselves face-to-face with the guards. Fathom mumbled incomprehensibly, and i stroked my warm little cookie, eyes darting nervously. Eragon sighed and gave in.

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THE CELL

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"Wow. This is shithouse." Fathom said dully. We had been digging a hole for an hour now with one of her hairclips, but had only gotten a few centimetres down. "We need a plan." She went on, and started describing her elaborate fantasies. Eragon groaned and huddled up to us closer, since it WAS the dead of night, and it WAS cold.

"NO!" I screamed, making them jump, "I HAVE A BETTER IDEA! WE'LL DIG TO THAILAND, DISGUISED AS CACTUSES!!!!"

"WOOO! HELL YEAH!" She high fived me.

"Or we could use the key i just found..." Eragon said, pointing to the top of the wall, where a key hung.

"..."

"I like my idea better...keep digging, Fath."

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"Sigh." Eragon sighed, taking up our habit of saying something instead of actually doing the thing. We'd given up digging, and lay on the cold ground.

"Nicely put, Eragon. Very well done." Fathom said sarcastically. Silence again.

"I hate Arya." I added. They nodded, but were still silent.

"Woah...wait...that key that we saw before, and ignored!!!"

We slapped our heads and burst into hysterics. Fathom lets tears of joy roll down her cheeks. "The...FUCKER!" She gasped out, clutching her stomach. For spending almost a day in a grimy cell, her black hair was still perfectly straight, and made me wonder just how much gel she used...

YES. It IS very short. But it's because I had this already written, and was planning to write more soon, but it's Lizzie's birthday tomorrow and I promised her a chapter which she could be in, so I have to make a new one quickly, and I also promised Fathom that she could be in this. So Fath, after the next chapter (being posted tomorrow) you'll get to be in an extra long one for the inconvenience! Sorry!

xxx Erin