Okay, I decided to put everything else in this chapter, which is officially the longest in the story. After this, there is still a epilogue planned, so stay tuned for awhile. I don't know how the Team act in real, it's is mostly considering how they react on the situations I give them. I do not own Team Starkid or their productions. Enjoy!
-Vuraangreg
"Nothing special happened in that one week we left you alone." Joey said, but was interrupted by Jay.
"Darren tried to kidnap me, Lauren found us, Richard and I found your 'dead' body along with those files, and you say nothing really happened?" she stated. Joey shrugged.
"Nothing really special happened to us in that week, fine! Anyways, let's continue the story…"
Joe was relaxing at his camper. The children hadn't showed up, so that confirmed they were scared. It didn't feel good, but it was necessary – real emotions could only be revealed by the youngest kids if it was a real situation. If they thought it was real, the crowd would believe it as well.
In the distance, he saw how a car approached their camp. Joey's car. He was picking up Holden
The car stopped, and Joey got out of it. All the adults went to the Richter, to say 'hello'. Walker got straight to Joey.
"You got him?" Joey nodded, and Brian Holden stepped out of the car.
"Here I am, fellows!" Brian greeted everyone. He stumbled, but Darren and Dylan already helped him up. He was already tied up, so he was directly in his role.
"Ready to get into our plan?" Joe asked, and Brolden nodded.
"Am I ready? Heck, yeah, I am! Who do I have to capture?" "The first one to find you. I thought Joey explained to you what should've happened?" Brian shrugged.
"Can't help it people get tired of Richter. Nothing personal, man!" The last part of their plan has arrived. Meredith was happy to see her husband, though he was the trap for upcoming kids.
And they badly hoped B-Hole was going to fool Clark…
"Then we should split up," Clark said, ignoring ST's question. ST seemed a bit distracted, so they didn't really pay attention to him.
"Just to say- only two are allowed to go w…" Bruce began, but stopped himself. He's had a text from his father the other day, in which was told that he had to return as a Slave. And now, this seemed to be the perfect time, didn't it? anyways, even Richard thought something was wrong with him. When everything seemed to become really bad, he stood up and looked straight forward. There was nothing to see, really, but it might had some impact. And if he ran that way, he was going back to his family. Maybe they would follow him, but they thought about that – they'd sent their worst fears at them, so they would return and not think to come back.
"What's going on here?" Maurice asked, looking scared – of him! That was just great! Let them believe it was that! That would make things a whole heck of a lot easier, as Junior from Starship would put it. he kept staring, though – it was tough to stand there, keeping your face straight. The only one who would know about it, was Richard.
"Bruce? Can you hear me? Is everything okay?" Richard asked, and Bruce turned his head to the oldest Richter left, fixing his eyes upon him. The next second, he attacked Richard. To make this believable, he had to ignore every signal that had something to do with hurting his longest, and Richard tried to do the same. At least, that's what they had practiced when they searched for the files, but in fact had gotten from Walker. Right now, everyone was trying to separate Bruce from Richard, which both boys didn't like. So the two boys just held each other, still fighting, trying to hold on to each other as long as possible.
That was until Bruce heard it.
"Hey, big dumb fat piece of flesh!" Clark shouted, Delia standing next to him, and Bruce looked at him. He stood at the place where he had stared. They wouldn't… they couldn't… that was bogus! "Yes, I mean you, Stinker! Try to catch us if you can, which you can't! We're always faster, let's see if you can win over us." Bruce forgot that second what he had to do – wrestling with Richard until he was unconscious so he could take him to the 'Darkness', but the two children had changed his mind. This time, it was real anger.
And it didn't seem like he would hold back.
"DAD!" Delia suddenly screamed. Forty or fifty feet ahead, Brian Holden lied onto the ground. It looked like he was unconscious, but he wasn't. It was part of the plan. He didn't move, but they could see he was still breathing. And because he had his eyes closed, he didn't think her little friend Clark was with her. Pity – they needed Clark.
"Delia, wait," a voice began, and Brian wanted to smile if he wasn't in his role, "I don't know about this. How could he even come here when he wasn't even with us a few days ago? And you wanted to follow Bruce, remember?" he could hear one of the two was really close. And according to the answer, it was his daughter. "Oh, c'mon Clark, Bruce won't run away! Don't tell me you're afraid of my Dad, radio host Brian!" the word 'coward' also left her mouth.
"I'm not a coward! I'm just careful." He defended himself.
"So you're saying you're a coward!" Delia said, coming more closer to her father.
"If you're careful it doesn't mean you're a coward! I just want to protect you, like ST asked me to." ST asked him to? But the hidden cameras told something else. The Stewart-kid was lying. Or acting. Two of the skills he got from his mother. Jaime would be proud of her little boy! In fact, she was hiding in the bushes, looking down at the scene, along with Brosenthal and Walker, just in case something goes wrong. They were filming this scene, cameras hidden in the bushes and trees.
"…I'm going to wake him up." His daughter said. When he felt her soft hand on his arm, he closed his hand around her wrist. Now he had the task to keep her there until the others 'came' – they had to wait three minutes before they could jump in, or else it looked too suspicious, director Joey Richter said.
"I'm glad it isn't Mom; I don't think she'll tolerate I'll help you. But how can I possibly consider helping you if you've acted like jerk to me my whole entire life?" You're darn right, Brian thought. Something he would never consider saying out loud.
"What are you staring at? Help me, please!" Clark came closer, and eventually Brian managed to loose grip onto her. The next thing came unexpected – the young boy kicked in his stomach, almost knocking him unconscious for real. He really had to talk about his behavior with Jaime…
"So, you got me! Congratulations to capture a wounded kid with a broken leg who can't flee at all." Clark said. They knew Clark couldn't really be that calm, but was screaming inside. Jaime knew – she looked at what happened at Joe's side.
"We got the wrong one. We need the girl, not the boy!" Walker said, for if it really was Clark they could trap. He also talked with his Batman-voice, so the boy couldn't recognize him that easily. He probably already knew Brian Rosenthal was there, by the way how he walked, but Jaime hadn't said anything yet. They had to keep it that way.
"How can you expect she was alone? We knew they won't let her go alone, and now the boy ran into our trap! How could you expect her to run into this trap?" Brosenthal said. Just as their script said. They practiced this all day, with a puppet that simulated Clark.
"We couldn't, you just had to place it more south, less north!" Joe said, as if he was acting as the group's leader, which he in this movie actually was.
"Well, he'll have to come with, because I guess he already recognized you, though you changed your voice," Brosenthal said. The script assumed Clark recognized Walker, not taking care of the voice he used, but it was in the script, the lines he had to study, so he couldn't help it didn't really make sense.
It was Jaime's time now – she held a little syringe in her hand, and had only one line in this scene. "Please be quiet; it only will hurt a little," she said. It broke her heart to see her little boy started to cry. He probably was hoping for her to still be free. But hey, he couldn't get everything he wanted, even if he only had a few weeks left.
"Mom… why…" he could only say before slipping in the unconscious. Now it was time. Brian took out another syringe – a bigger one, with a bigger needle and a green liquid.
"Are you sure this is the cure?" Jaime asked, as Brian nodded. He knew what he was doing. It was the cure to Clark's illness, which would make an end to the illness, so he could at least have a life outside the hospital himself. And, with a bit of luck, it could heal his leg as well.
Just as the liquid disappeared in her son's body, she hoped he would be OK after this.
"He'll be alright, Jaims. Don't you worry about him – many people have tested it, and this is the right one. It will be OK." Like old times, it always seemed that Brosenthal could guess her thoughts right. After all those years, he still could.
If he only didn't respond that to make her feel better.
"You healed Clark!" Bruce said enthusiast. He was part of the set-up, but he wasn't entirely involved in every single thing they did. When he just arrived at their camp, Delia and Clark had found Brian, he knew when Joe had sent that message.
"Yes we did. But let's continue the story, shall we?" Walker said to his son "So, that night, Joey and some others travelled to your little camp, when Luke was on guard duty…"
It was almost time to trick the guard. Joey had to function as a 'spirit', a ghost from a dead person. But he wasn't. so they needed a lot of fog, and if the guard wasn't sleepy, he would recognize him immediately. So the mixed up some Somni with the machine, so it would make the guard sleepy, and to ensure the others would sleep through it.
And the guard, Luke, wasn't really tired – only very bored, because he was talking to a small bug. Of course he would! He was always talking to strange stuff when he was bored. At his sign, they started to create the 'fog', and when there was enough, Joey made his way to Luke. There were cameras, but Luke would feel too sleepy to really pay attention to it.
Right now, the Criss-kid frowned by the sight of Joey. A sign of recognition, but in a way he didn't know exactly who Joey was, but recognized them. Joey tried to look very sad, and the boy before him believed him!
"Help ST; he'll need it more than any other," Joey said clearly, so the boy would understand every word. Luke's eyes slowly investigated the man, whose legs were covered by the smoke, and only paid attention to him.
"Who are you?" Luke answered, but before Joey could tell him who and how, the boy fell asleep. Now he mentioned it, the oldest Richter began to feel sleepy as well. he turned to the camera crew.
"Alright guys, that's enough for now – I begin to feel sleepy, we'd better get back to the others."
"You need me now, more than you think. Try to kill me if you want," Richard said darkly. Bruce, Meredith and Amelia came with him to bring Richard to their camp – finally! They ran over the script when they were far enough from the others, and were now doing it for real. The cameras were, once again, hidden for any visitors who thought the wanted to see a sneak peek from the new movie.
"If you please," Bruce said, taking a knife, and holding it ready to cut in Richard. He held it for several seconds, until Richard couldn't take it anymore and started to laugh. This caused Bruce to grin, and when he put away the knife, he helped his longest friend up.
"Nice work, mate," Bruce said.
"Thanks, but I think you did it better," Richard stated, making Bruce almost blush. He wasn't good! Richard was the one who was one class higher than Bruce, it wasn't otherwise! And he hoped ti wouldn't be like that.
"We'd better be going, we don't anyone to find us here now," Meredith said – all 'Mega-girl' had left her voice completely. The four left, and after some seconds, Bruce looked back.
"Charley and Maurice?" Richard asked Bruce.
"Of course they were!"
"Should we tell them?"
"Nah – it will be cut out later. Let's have some fun when we have the chance, OK?" Richard agreed and they walked away with Meredith and Amelia.
"Hey! I wouldn't 've told anyone!" Charley said, making Bruce and Richard feeling uneasy. This was how it happened, and they couldn't change that.
"We couldn't take any risks, and can we go on with the story?" Richard asked. ST nodded at last, to give them permission to go on. What else was planned?
The scene where Bruce met the Darkness. He felt nervous, because it was told he wasn't allowed to ran that way. How annoying! As if the actor loved his privacy! But yeah, everyone loves their privacy.
"Good job, Walker," Walker bowed his head when the Darkness said this, "and your plan with Saunders? Did that one work?" Joe shook his head, as his son still acted nervous – even he was nervous, he played nervous.
"It didn't. we got him back even before we reached the shack. But I can understand it didn't work, since it wasn't one of your plans." The actor of the Darkness nodded. And now came the moment Bruce had to jump into action. And he was more nervous than he ever was!
"This young boy… he's free." The actor said, and Joe turned to his son. Bruce looked at his father, and ran back to the trees, in an attempt to escape, but it was too late. Dylan and Jaime already blocked his way, as planned, and the only place to go was back to the Darkness and his most loyal servant/only Shadow. It was the plan he would easily give in, but Bruce had other plans. It was now or never. With that, he ran straight back, past his father in the bushes where he'd heard the Darkness' voice. When he arrived there, he faced something he hadn't expect to see – or, at least someone.
Joey Richter was standing between the trees. He looked shocked to see the boy knew the secret. They didn't tell Richard and Bruce Joey lived – Richard figured it out when he found a single Redvine just after his meeting with Luke – and assumed they would never know. That was impossible! Joey was dead! He'd seen the dead body (a very realistic puppet), he couldn't be alive! Could he?
"You!? But I thought I saw… dad was… and I… how?" was all Bruce could say. The person he faced was just looking over at him, with a look in his eyes that most certainly wasn't the person's main gaze. As if he still was dead, but lived as a zombie now. Or worse, as the Darkness.
"Behind you," Joey said, and before Bruce could react, something hit him in the back of his head. When Bruce fell, none other than Joe Walker stood behind him. When the boy grew unconscious, Joe looked up to Joey.
"Why are you looking at me? He decided to ran over to me, and I decided to play along. I mean, it's common knowledge I'm dead, isn't it?"
Joey and the crew wandered through the forest. When they saw ST left, they were determined to find him. Joey decided he had to encourage his son, but as his 'ghost', so he wouldn't give up now. He couldn't, and if he did, it would be a waste of time. After all, ST was the one they wanted to help!
When they found him, they started to smoke-making machine again, and Joey prepared to meet his son, who was singing 'When I Was'. Dead God, he really needed help. And Joey started to sing along with the song.
When ST turned, he recognized him. He didn't call him Dad, but it was a start! He recognized him.
"I'm so glad to see a known face! How did you escape?" Joey shook his head. "I didn't." Practically, he didn't escape the Darkness, he joined them, but quitted, if you compared it with a regular job.
"So you're practically still one of them?" His son asked. Joey shook his head again, laughing this time. Only to cover up him being nervous. If everything went according to plan, he couldn't speak ST after this. He would make it his best chat with him like ever.
"Trust me, I'm not or I wouldn't even be standing here," if he still 'worked' for the imaginary Darkness, he would be at their camp, not even bothering his son would cry like a baby.
"You didn't escape and aren't one of them? Okay, I can't follow anymore right now!" ST groaned, and Joey smiled. This was gonna be fun.
They chatted about anything. St recognized Joey as his father, Joey told him he liked riddles and the Riddler in particular, ST wanted to fly to the Darkness (by Joey declared as the stupidest idea he's ever heard) because it was hopeless to fight, they talked about the trust between his son and ST's friends, Joey explained why he left Chicago when everyone thought he was a careless knife-thrower after what Joey insisted on answering his question immediately. Then, there followed a long silence. There was nothing left to talk about. It was time to move on, and let his son decide on his own. So he stood up.
"Where are you going?" ST asked, standing up again. Joey turned to his son. "Some place." He couldn't tell him. Only when it was over… only then he could.
"So you're leaving your youngest child in an unknown forest? Great, Dad!" Joey sighed. Yup, that was the ST he knew.
"ST, I need to go badly." Right now ST was willing to let his father go, "Oh, if it's urgent, go!" but not for the reason Joey had in thought.
"I don't need to pee, I just gotta go," Joey said hastily, almost running away. But he couldn't go. Seeing his son had awoken feelings he didn't felt a long time, and they were all ST-related. Worried. Trust. Friendly. Kind. Caring. Loving. If it weren't for that stupid film of his, he would've stayed longer.
"Then I'll go with you!" the boy said briefly. This snapped Joey out of his thoughts, forcing himself to look at his son. His hair was growing too long again. When was the last time he went to the hairdresser? No Richter, focus! Don't fall for it!
"You can't…" Joey said, and ST smirked. he knew his son well enough to know he was thinking of something else.
"Well, following you is easy, since you're the loudest Dad ever in history." Joey couldn't help he was loud – every actor and all of his friends were loud!
"I mean, you cannot go with me," Joey tried to explain with as less words. trying not to give much away.
"Why can't I?" ST asked suspiciously.
"Because I'm leaving," Joey improvised, "I've been granted three more visits, but that's all. I need to leave now, I wanted to have some more time, but I haven't." So, that would do it! he hoped it would do it. He saw how he tried to fight back upcoming tears.
"Now I get it! Dad, you're… but I thought you were… how?" ST asked with a hoarse voice. Seeing his son like that, wanted to make him cry and hold his son, but he couldn't. he wasn't allowed to blow up their cover, they needed everything to be real. And such tears, those only came if someone you loved, was gone.
Darn, why did he ever decide to do that freaking movie!
To help your own son.
"I once was a Shadow, ST," Joey began the story the Langs had written, "a personal puppet of the Darkness. Walker's still a Shadow at the moment. We were very naïve, teasing it – it took complete control. But it slowly lost its grip on me, I've never been a bad man, never ever played the bad guy, and didn't even believe it when they told me what I've supposedly done back then in 2012. Joe, at the other hand… when I showed I was worried about you, your siblings and your mother, het go an order from the Darkness; to get rid of me as fast as possible."
"Dad, please…" ST interrupted Joey's story – he didn't want to hear more. Joey continued the story, but something inside him screamed to stop. He fought the feeling, was he an actor or not?
"He succeeded, ST. He did it, but I know once he's saved, he'll be very, very, very, very sorry. You and your friends have to stop this, or else I've tried to protect you for nothing." ST shook his head, looking at Joey in disbelief.
"Dad, please stay…" ST said hoarse, not more than just a whisper. Seeing his son like that, sad and completely unable to think about something else, wanted to make Joey cry. But he had to stay strong – for his son's sake. And for the sake of all the fans across the world who were gonna love it and cry when this scene came up on the screen.
"I wish I could, son, I wish I could. Goodbye, and stay strong. I'll come back to you later, at the turn of the tide," Joey said, slowly walking back. It was now time, he knew. He couldn't stay any longer. He didn't stop until he felt a tree in his back, and covered his mouth and nose when the fog made him invisible for ST. he hated the smell of that stinking smoke.
Before the crew and Joey would leave, Joey hid in the bushes. Just to see a sobbing ST, who actually did care about his father, but never confessed it.
Yep, Joey's heart was officially broken, as tears welled up in his eyes as well.
The fighting day. Joey and Richard were placed in the bushes, so they could watch how their friends were doing. Bruce was trying to get out of their small 'prison', after he felt betrayed. Cameras were surrounding the place, hidden in the bushes, also one next to the two oldest male Richters. The actors and actresses were already fighting each other, and Bruce was nowhere to be found. Such a pity – Joey would've thought he had convinced his son to return to his friends. Joey also kept a close eye on Walker; as the first ever Darkness he wanted to make sure Walker was as good as Joey was. at the moment, he was challenging Charley.
Then, ST ran out of the bushes with a branch and placed himself between Charley and Walker, pointing the small stick at Walker. "Don't you dare touching her!" he said darkly. Joey could cheer if he didn't had to play dead. And maybe, Charley felt something for him, and if he felt something for her, he would totally give in for Charley to be his daughter-in-law. Absolutely.
When Joe started to laugh maniacally, but nothing compared with the Joker, the others stopped their fight. It was already decided that if Joe laughed, he was encountering Shayne for the finale, and not ST. but hey, it would go as well. His friends looked happy to see him safe, just like his brother and father.
"Do you think you can defeat me? You don't stand a chance, boy. Nobody stands a chance against me, and once you're gone, nobody ever will."
"Excuse me?" ST asked – he'd heard a lot of odd things coming out of Joe's mouth, but this was the oddest of all, "What did Joe just say?" he asked Charley, who shook her head. Joey could smack him now, but he didn't – he could not interrupt the climax of the story. That would be unnatural. And it would blow up their cover, so…
"Didn't you little children notice? I will tell this only once, so listen carefully. I am not Walker, if you thought I was. You're looking at your new master in his brand new body." Way to go, Walker! Keep that thought! Joey encouraged Joe in his head, when he saw the reaction of the kids.
"You can't take over anyone. Nobody can!" ST said, but his voice sounded higher. He wasn't brave, his father knew, but he tried to. Not a hero, but a kid. The people were so gonna love that film!
"You are right. Someone can't take another's body. Something can. I am not a person, and yet I am living. I have found a new host and he is serving quite well, I have to say. He will do great as the face of the new ruler of America." Joe's improvising skills were totally awesome! Joey would've never thought he would say something like that if he was the one to be 'taken over'. And the way he said it – sometimes hesitating, as if Joe was still there. Genius!
"Uncle Joe, listen to me." ST said, "I know you're still down there. Fight it. You know you're the stronger one." Well, the words Joey expected to hear from his son exactly! Joe was freeing himself from the 'Darkness', and could put it that well that even Richard tended to believe it, even if he was into the plan the whole time. Everyone was happy by being freed, and were relieved – now they didn't have to lie to their little babies who weren't that little anymore. The others were released just in time, and At last, Bruce hugged his father. Joey smiled when he saw that.
Then, in the sudden of the moment, ST ran up to the hugging Walkers, pushed Bruce away, and got a syringe in his arm. Joey gasped – Nick had said there were some slight changes in the script, but he didn't mention what exactly. It was safe to use, sure, but Joey didn't feel good seeing his son suffer again. Maybe it was Somni, and in his body is worser than in his stomach. He could die!
Joey couldn't take it anymore, stood up and walked straight to Walker, ignoring all confused gazes from the kids. Richard, who tried to take him back, didn't succeed.
"I hope it was planned and I hope for you it wasn't Somni, or else you're the one to die next!" they literally had to pull Joey away from Joe, before the oldest Richter alive calmed down. The kids were all very confused, but Richard told them they would explain later.
Joey and Joe would explain later, after the two had a talk about what the syringe contained and if it was safe for ST.
"Richard…" ST asked, as if he couldn't believe it. Richard sat down next to his brother and took ST's hand, though he didn't know if he would feel it.
"Yes, it's me. I'm so sorry, bro. I'm sorry I let him do this to you, I had to stay undercover, for goodness' sake. I'm so sorry…" He really tried to sound guilty. He's always been good at that, no doubt, and now he had to get his brother believe he really was guilty of what happened.
"Why… how…" ST tried to ask. He'd better rest, but that didn't change the fact he was being filmed. Good thing the liquid could blind people temporaly, since ST's eyes were almost wide open.
"Bruce spared me. He couldn't kill, he said. He just let me go, well, not exactly. I was knocked unconscious, and they took me to their camp, I heard. From time to time, when I was about to wake up, Bruce knocked me down again. Sometimes he let me be awake and let me eat and drink something." This was the line he had a difficult time with. He would say anything, but he just couldn't say that line as any great actor.
"Don't…"
"Don't, what?" Richard asked his brother.
"Don't… ever… leave me… again…" he could barely say this words. he slowly closed his eyes, something he didn't notice himself, but Charley and Richard played along – as if he really was
"ST, don't go, it's gonna be okay, stay with us!" Charley said with a trembling voice. She was really great! Those lessons really paid off now!
"I'm trying…" ST said. Exactly what Richard needed to hear. Something that would make the audience wonder if he actually would survive. And don't forget the finishing touch – Charley kissed ST, as if she really loved him, which was very true.
"Don't die on us, ST. please stay awake…" Charley said again, almost crying. In all of a sudden, Richard really hadn't that much fate in whatever the syringe contained. What if ST really died? He couldn't lose his little brother, who else would be his little Ron when he played Arthur in the kid's version of a Very Potter Sequel, which was generally the kid's favorite musical – Snape, Umbridge, Sirius and Lupin in one, that was just awesome!
"I love you both…" ST could barely whisper this, before drifting off to unconsciousness. Charley, still in character, tried to reanimate ST, but it didn't help. ST (didn't) die, and there was nothing they could do about it – but wait. Charley cried out against Richard shoulders, who had her in a hug. He just watched his younger brother in silence.
"There, there… I'll miss him to, Charley…" he only said. He actually really missed ST. it felt like he really had died, but that was because his heart actually had stopped. After standing for something that seemed like ages, Charley looked up at Richard with pleading eyes. Just then, he couldn't held his laughter anymore and both started to laugh.
"You did a great job. I almost believed it." Charley said. Richard raised his eyebrows, still grinning.
"Almost?"
"Alright, I believed it, you were way better than I was."
"No, you were the better one, really" Richard said, "some people keep thinking that children of actors are so gonna be actors as well, or so something to feel as important as their parents. The talent is born, even when both parents aren't that talented. And I knew you could do it!" Charley smiled with this comment. Did he had to talk about it right now?
"It just for now, you know. If I didn't, you would make me. And I knew this was important."
"Did you feel anything funny?" Richard asked, and Charley suddenly started blushing.
"No, I didn't."
"Oh, please! 'course you did! It feels special, huh, that first kiss? I can tell you how it feels, 'cause I feel that every time I kiss Iris…"
"…and that was how it ended." Richard concluded. It was almost sunset, but that didn't matter. They had heard the whole story, from the very beginning to the very end. Time of shooting was done, except the ones with ST, who felt very confused. The kiss with Charley was acted. It wasn't a real one, though it felt real. It had felt so good, better than anything he'd ever felt before. And now he knew it was a fake one.
Oh, if he only could read her mind to know if she really felt that way as well.
"Do you give me permission to show it to the world?" Joey asked. It sounded more like begging, but ST didn't notice. A smile appeared on his face.
"of course! Besides, you already shot all of the scenes, so I can't say no." Joey hugged his son for the first time in ages, and both felt good by it.
Things in the Richter-family were finally going smoothly again.
"Well, it's about time!" Bruce said, concluding their meeting. If everything was correct, the movie would go in premier for the first time within several months, if the editing is done.
And it felt right to say this vacation was the best one yet.
Hmm... those pieces seemed longer when I wrote it down in a word-document... Anyways, it feels like I'm saying goodbye to this, though I know there's still an epilogue left. I hope you'll like the idea for a new story. All the kids, Lyana Greenwood, Amelia Thunders, Maurice Daniels and the Darkness (the thing, not the people who played it) are mine; Charley (and Shayne and Ethan) Logan are created by Your Average Gryffindor Gleek and Claudia Stones by Silentdramaqueen01.
And, before I officially close this chapter, I want to announce something:
My newest story: Starkid: the Musical
Summary: Things go missing in Starkid Manor, and one only may leave it when the case is solved. And they're doing this in the way of a Disney-musical! Just an idea I've had for a while. Later on maybe some Laurwalk, Breredith, Joime and Jarren.
Chapters: currently, 4, but planning on writing at least fifteen