A/N: This chapter took forever to write! Mostly because I'm unsure of how I want the characters to play out, so let me know what you want to see happen in the reviews!

Anyway, I was feeling a little goofy when I wrote about the janitors...you'll see...

So yeah... ENJOY!

Chapter 10

He hid on the catwalk in the auditorium, with a small flashlight in his hand. The microphone that connected to the intercom lay next to him, the switch on "off" and he had left his blackmail letter on the table prop on the stage, with the spotlight on it.

"For Eugene," it said. "You took her away, oh, you took my place. You took her for yourself, but guess what? I am capable of more than you think. I can make every one of your living days a nightmare like my own. But there's another option. Drop Raoul. You know what you have to do. And I'll be watching. You have three weeks until ShowTime. You know what you have to do."

Oh my, how intimidating. I wonder if he'll pee his pants while reading it. Ha I'm such a troll.

All of the pieces of his plan were falling into place.

First, Helga did as she was told. And the look on Arnold's face when she did it! How priceless…

And thanks to Helga, Rhonda is just shimmering with envy! Not long before I'll have her wrapped around my finger.

Now, all that's left is to scare the living snot out of Eugene…

Suddenly, Curly could hear footsteps and muffled voices coming from outside the auditorium.

"Why would he want him in the auditorium, ALONE? D'ya think the kid is waiting in there for 'im or somethin'?" said a familiar voice. One with a familiar Scottish accent. The only people with Scottish accents in the school was the infamous…

It's the janitors, DAMN! What could they want?

"Look, do you think I know? All we're supposed to do is go in there, turn the power back on, try to see what this person wants with Edward Holowartz or whatever, and then leave and be on our merry way! Just stop asking questions Boyd, 'cause I won't be able to answer them." said the other janitor, Rory. He too had a Scottish accent.

Curly started to panic. He lay flat on the catwalk to avoid making any noise.

He heard keys unlock the door on the side of the theater.

CLUNCK

The door creaked open and the sound echoed off of the empty space in the room. Flashlights from below lit up the empty auditorium. Curly could see Rory and Boyd from below. Rory was a shorter, stalker man, with dark hair, a wide nose, and a short beard. Boyd was tall and skinny, and had ginger skin with light blonde hair.

These weren't the smartest people around

"Eh! The spot lights on, Rory,"

"Well of course it's on. How could I not see it?"

"I'm just letting you know."

They walked down the rows of seats and climbed up the stairs leading to the stage.

"Crazy old goat left a note." Whispered Rory.

"Blackmail. Ever heard of it? Last week I was watching T.V. and there was some show where some guy blackmailed this one guy, and then the guy didn't listen to the blackmail, so then the next day, the other guy took his pocket knife and" he made a stabbing sound effect with his flashlight, "killed the guy. Pretty scary, eh?"

Rory pushed Boyd away from him, "I KNOW what blackmail is Boyd, I'm not stupid like you are. Besides, do you really think that's true? It's just T.V. you moron."

"Sorry."

Rory picked up the note on the table and unfolded it.

"Wha' does it say, wha' does it say?!" Boyd leaned over Rory's shoulder and tried to read it.

"Back off you fool! I'll read it if you give me breathing room!"

"Sorry, Rory."

Rory rolled his eyes and straightened out the creases on the paper. "It says, 'For Eugene,'"

"I told ya 'is name wasn't Edward."

"It doesn't matter anyways. Here, it says," Rory began to read really slowly with a confused look, "'You took her away, oh, you took my place. You took her for yourself, but guess what? I am capable of more than you think. I can make every one of your living days a nightmare like my own.'"

"Pretty scary, eh?"

"Let me finish! God! 'But there's another option. Drop Raoul.'" Read Rory.

"'ho the 'ell is Raoul?"

"D'ya think I know this kind of stuff, Boyd? Cause I don't, and like I said before, stop asking questions!"

"Sorry."

Rory continued to read the note. "'You know what you have to do. And I'll be watching. You have three weeks until ShowTime. You know what you have to do.'"

"See I told ya it's blackmail! And he's gonna take his pocket knife and kill 'im!"

"NO, he's not gonna kill him!"

"Then what's he gonna do?" ask Boyd.

"I don't know! It says he's gonna…uh…" Rory looked back at the note for reference, "'Make every one of your living days a nightmare like my own."

"Pretty scary, eh?"

"Look! Will you stop saying that?"

"Sorry." Boyd apologized.

"Don't be sorry, just don't do it!"

"Sorry."

"Kay, well we gotta turn the circuit breaker box on too." Rory said.

"What stupid bloke put the circuit breaker box under the auditorium anyway?" asked Boyd.

"I don't know, maybe one that was as stupid as you!"

"Ey! I'm not stupid."

"Well than stop asking stupid questions, Boyd."

They walked backstage, flickered their flashlights on and opened the door that led to the orchestra pit.

Curly did his best to silently make his way across the catwalk. He ditched his microphone, and left his flashlight, when he made it down the ladder to backstage, the power came back on, and Curly heard footsteps coming from the stairwell to the orchestra pit.

Knowing it was Boyd and Rory, he hid behind some of the backdrops for the musical.

"Now let's give this letter to big man Albertus quickly, 'cause I want to get back to the break room. I want some coffee." Suggested Rory.

"What a great idea!"

"Shut up you fool."and Boyd and Rory walked out of the auditorium.

NO! YOU CAN'T GIVE THAT TO MR. ALBERTUS!

Curly bit his lip, trying hard not to scream aloud.

That's supposed to be for Eugene! Days of planning ruined by two dumb janitors! UGH!

"All students, please report to your class rooms. Thank you." The intercom spoke.

Curly snuck into the crowed halls filled with cowering high school students, and made his way to his previous class.

All at once, the lights turned on, flooding the room with light, blinding Arnold from the previous blackness that surrounded them.

They exchanged a glance, and Helga was blushing. She let go of Arnold's hand, which previously she was squeezing with fear. Was it fear? Arnold wasn't sure.

But she smiled, "Thanks, Arnaldo."

Arnold gave a small smile in return. "Come on, let's go see what's going on outside." They walked out of the room and into the hectic hall, where people were looking around in utter confusion.

"All students, please report to your class rooms. Thank you." The intercom spoke.

Kids shuffled by them as they stood in the doorway, and Helga and Arnold exchanged a glance.

"Helga!" Arnold turned his head to see Wolfgang. He felt real powerless as Wolfgang's tall buff figure towered over him and Helga. He looked at Arnold and scowled slightly. Arnold looked away and scowled too. "I was just wondering where you were."

Helga smiled sarcastically, "Yeah…well, I'm just fine. You know, being trampled by kids trying to escape a false alarm was just peachy." She nodded acerbically.

"I'm sorry that happened, Helga." The way Wolfgang said "Helga" made Arnold want to gag.

Hel-ga he mimicked in his head. Arnold looked into the door's window. This is pathetic.

Wolfgang leaned in flirtatiously toward Helga, and Arnold burned red.

"I'm sorry guys, I'll be right back, I've just gotta go vomit." Arnold pushed himself through the tight space in-between Helga and Wolfgang, and walked off.

"What's up with him?" asked Wolfgang.

A/N: Hey! Thanks for reading! Let me know what you want to see happen next! Anyway I've gotta go. Autobots, roll out!