WYDISM 25

Skitter, skitter, chicken dinner, hello again my faithful readers. Anyone else find it fun to jam out to a good song while you write? I like it…ya anyway…Thought I'd start this chapter before posting chapter 24. Thanks for all the reviews.

~o~ Casper ~o~

It was finally Monday and everyone was incredibly nervous and jittery. It was only seven forty-four in the morning. I had woken up around five and found it impossible to fall back asleep. I got dressed in a grey t-shirt decorated with a yellow smiley adorned braces, faded short shorts, and grey tennis shoes. Jeff was awake but refused to make it obvious as he was still laid back on the bed breathing as evenly as he could.

I smiled appreciatively. He could be a killer or he could be the best boyfriend I had ever had…granted someone once told me that they had thought my only other boyfriend was gay until I had gone out with him. It was…humbling, I guess…

What had I done to deserve him? How come he wasn't as insane as all the stories pictured him to be? Most told him to be a deranged killer with an obsession for killing no matter his mood and a pressure that drove him mad with blood lust. I mean, that seemed more realistic than the flip of a coin lover some stories made him out to be.

Why was he so different around me?

"Casper?" a voice jarred me from my musings. I looked over to see Jeff staring at me blankly. "Oh, so you're finally giving up the façade?" I chuckled softly.

"I thought you might have figured it out." He shrugged, "Why were you all spaced out a moment ago?" he asked.

"I was thinking. It's common for me to zone out and lose myself in my head." I smiled cheerily and knocked twice on the side of my head.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

My smiled dropped. "Yup, albeit nervous." I admitted.

"What were you really thinking about?" he asked not a second later.

I nearly fell off the bed. "What?" I asked with a gulp.

He merely snickered and when he was done he stared at me. "I've been in enough gangs to know how to spot a lie. And quite frankly Casper, you suck at lying." He told me sounding amused.

I sighed. "I dunno Jeff; I suppose I was wondering why you don't seem to be insane." I admitted and flinched when he sighed.

"Why were you thinking about that?" he asked sounding more curious than annoyed.

"I used to spend hours on the internet Jeff. It's nearly impossible not to come across a creepypasta reference." I admitted, "I've read things. I don't understand why in the stories you're made out to be this god awful person that strikes terror in to everybody you come across. In real life you're nothing like that." I sighed and curled into a ball.

"…Why are you curled into a ball?" he asked.

I looked up at him to see him raising his brow. I blinked and when it clicked I laughed a little. "Heh, sorry, force of habit." I explained.

"What does that mean?" he asked flatly.

"It's like…instinct. If you want to avoid getting hurt my habit is curl into a small ball and make yourself not look like a target." I replied in the same tone he'd used.

"Alright, so you've read about me?" he asked.

"It's impossible not to. I spend so much time on Google I came across the story by chance on the random recommends list." I admitted.

"So you're a fan girl?" he said flatly.

I blinked at him and my mouth slowly curled into a frown. "Correct me if I'm wrong but I think I just heard you call me a fan girl." I said calmly as I attempted to shelve my increasing anger.

"Yeah, I said you were a fan girl." He stared at me looking skeptically angry.

"Thank you for sharing what you thought of me. I'm now apparently some crazy fanatic solely basing her life upon trying to find a way to rape their so-called obsession." I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I got up and walked out of the room feeling crushed and hurt.

"Casper, wait." He sighed. I kept walking and was about to enter the kitchen before Jeff caught my wrist and dragged me back up the stairs. He sat me down on the edge of the bed and squatted down to look me in the eye.

My mouth was in a neutral line while I raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

He sighed. "I don't know if this is going to work…" he said quietly.

"If what's going to work?" I asked fearfully.

"Us, I don't know if us being together is going to work…" he said.

"A…o-oh…I understand." My voice was barely above a whisper as I ducked my head and tears burned at my eyes. "I…I'll leave…" I tried not to whimper.

Before Jeff could say more and defend his reasons I left the house and dashed down the street. I didn't want anyone to see me cry…

Jeff didn't need me anymore. I guess I was single again.

~o~ Hannah ~o~

"Did you see Casper run out of the house this morning?" I asked as

"Yeah, Jeff dumped her." Gunner told me.

"What?! Why?" I exclaimed scarcely believing it.

"I'm not really sure." He sighed.

"Guys wait up!" a female voice called.

"Casper!" I yelped when she skidded to a halt beside me.

"Hey, mind if I tag along?" she asked.

"I suppose," I sighed and Casper giggled knowingly.

"I'll run up ahead and see if I can't catch Splacer running around." She giggled and ran ahead.

"For someone whose heart was just broken she seems rather happy." I observed.

"Actually she was faking. I could sense the pain and hurt in her aura. She's positively crushed." Gunner sighed sympathetically.

"Poor girl, I know that she fell for him pretty hard. It's even worse giving her habits." I mused.

"What habits?" Gunner asked.

"She's very committed to the people she's close with. I'm sure that she's depressed now that Jeff broke it off with her." I sighed.

"You can't put all the blame on him. He probably had a reason or something." Gunner pointed out in Jeff's defense.

It didn't take too long to get to the Harpy home but when we got there it was impossible not to gape at the horror. Casper was already skirting around trying to pull some harpies from mud and wreckage to safer ground. Splacer was right beside her tugging some planks and stone out of the way so she could free them.

We hated the fact, but we had to press past the urge to help them and locate The Black Widower. It didn't take long. She was atop a gargantuan silver and blue beast with sharp teeth. We gawked but Gunner quickly overcame the shock when she peered down at us. Gunner looked entranced whereas I saw a zombie. She had greenish tinted skin that was so tight I almost though she could be anorexic until I saw she was torn in some places. So she was undead.

I could tell that at one point she was probably very beautiful. Now she looked like well…as a rude term a zombie. She chuckled at us and leaned the creatures head down and made her way towards us.

"Well the two of you look just delicious." She purred.

"Black Widower, we don't want any trouble so we're giving you a chance to come quietly." I growled.

"Dear, you don't seem to understand who I am," she seethed, "And gestured to my nearly hypnotized boyfriend." I control him just as I'll control you.

Her appearance began to take that of a beautiful woman. I stepped back and gaped. What was this woman pulling? She slithered closer, elegantly gliding to stand directly n front of me. I found that I couldn't move as the woman gripped her chin. She raised a clawed hand…but the strike never came.

"Fucking get off my best friend you bitch witch!" Casper howled.

I managed to turn my head and I would've laughed at the sight if I'd bee able to. Casper was riding on Splacer's back as he sprinted at a fair speed towards the Widower. Casper had a nice-sized piece of shrapnel in her hand and fully intending to use it as a weapon. The Black Widower must have expected Splacer to run into her with Casper on his back but that was not the case. He abruptly stopped and sent Casper propelling into the air at a fairly good height. Casper brought the piece of metal down on the stunned woman's head by the flat end successfully inflicting at the very least a concussion and also knocking the woman onto the ground where she laid moments away from blacking out.

I shook my head feeling dazed as her spell broke and Gunner was doing much the same. She obviously hadn't expected Casper and her odd ways to sprint to the rescue. I stared at her and the odd rust orange dinosaur man and smiled while shaking my head.

"You two will never fail to surprise me." I chuckled.

"That was the idea from the get go." Casper sighed.

We tied up the Widower and made sure Splacer would guard her before I began realizing something. "Oh shit…" I muttered.

"What's wrong Hannah?" Gunner asked.

"Please tell me that giant monster she was on top of isn't still around." I squeaked.

He froze and slowly turned and his nervous gulp said it all. I turned to find the giant silver beast staring at us. He seemed to be more curious than anything else. Casper looked at him with neutral confusion before she took a deep breath and marched towards the beast. Once she got too close he began to growl and bare his mouth full of fangs. Casper took a step back and put her hands up.

"Can you speak?" she called up.

The beast lowered its head so it was somewhat at Casper's eye level. She took a step closer as she was using her doesn't-even-look-like-a-tiny-threat skills she'd mastered. She finally was allowed to get close enough to touch the muzzle before her growled again.

"Do you have a name?" she asked in a soft voice.

The beast looked confused and somewhat disorganized. He sat upright and pawed at the ground idly. Casper touched its paw and smiled. "She won't hurt you anymore." My friend promised.

I smiled at the display of trust. She was applying something to this situation that I myself had to learn at a young age. I wasn't allowed to judge others by appearance, actions, past deeds, or habits. You had to trust them above everything else. After all I lived with a community of people who weren't human and did some pretty terrible things. I was friends with a lot of them. It looked like Casper was catching on.

The first time she found out about my family and we had that talk in my room it was one of the things I had explained to her. I warned her that she couldn't judge my family until she'd met them. I supposed it was finally getting through.

Though that's just what I hoped was happening. She could just be a little messed up in the head from her breakup with Jeff and was trying to be suicidal. I sincerely hoped that wasn't the case.

Gunner and I watched as the thing lowered his head again and nosed Casper while releasing a pitiful whimper. He sounded sad. The Black Widower had managed to stay awake and look up long enough to see Casper near the beast.

"What? No, stay away from him! He's mine!" she screeched.

The monster shrunk away and growled at Casper. He began to try and escape.

"WAIT!" Casper pleaded.

The beast paused and looked at her. "You don't have to suffer." She told it, "Come on, we'll help you." She extended her hand.

The beast walked back and lowered his head to nose her hand. She stroked his muzzle caringly and guided him over to the two of us. The beast seemed saddened and howled at the Widower. Casper laid a steady hand on his muzzle and he quieted.

~o~ Back at the Over-Dimension ~o~

We ended up having to take the giant beast with us. My father was less than happy. When we slid off the creature's back with The Black Widower in tow he was waiting for us, arms crossed, one foot impatiently tapping the ground, and his brow furrowed together. Oh man, he was pissed.

"Uh hey dad, guess what we did?" I smiled cheerfully.

He merely glared at me, which was impressive for him seeing as he lacked eyes, and continued to tap his foot.

"We caught the Widower." I smiled as I was rapidly losing confidence.

"Hannah," he said calmly.

I braced myself for the yelling.

"What is that beast?" he said his voice lowering.

"It was under the Widower's control. It likes Casper and yeah…" I trailed off.

"I think he used to be one of the kidnapped children." Casper commented suddenly.

We all stared at her. She was right about that…That was a likely possibility. The beast sighed and shifted uncomfortably. My father sighed and pressed a hand to one of the creature's markings. The beast growled initially but Casper managed to calm him.

"It would seem that assumption is true. He is a lost child." My father said after a moment.

"Wow, I wonder who he was…" Casper murmured.

"It is a valid thing to wonder about." My father sighed. "I will check and see if Morpheus has improved on his Reversing Spell in the last thirty years." He sighed.

"Wait, thirty years…how old is he?" I yelped.

"In demon years he's 23." My dad said.

"Okay…" I gestured for him to continue.

"In human years he'd be around…78." He answered and then entered the house.

Casper giggled. "What's so funny?" I growled.

"Heh…your metaphorical brother's a geezer." She snickered.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up…" I groaned.

My father soon returned with Morpheus who looked somewhat peeved. As he neared the beast he turned to Casper. "For the record I am NOT a geezer. I am quite you for my race." He huffed.

She covered her mouth to hide her smile.

As Morpheus led the beast into the woods we discussed what the possible means and plans could be. "I suspect they're transforming the kids." I said.

"That seems like a possibility. The operative did say it would be impossible to fight them. If they're transforming the kidnapped children then he's right. What parent, or any creepypasta would harm their own, or someone else's, child?" Morpheus commented from where he stood trying to get the beast to follow him.

"That's just awful; these must've been the first attempts. Maybe they were taking a trial run and then making adaptations." Gunner mused.

We all stared at him. He looked startled. "WHAT?! I am in a gang…or at least I was…It's common to have a test run and then make it better when you do it for real. If we hadn't tested that sled out on the dummy before we rode it down Killer Mountain we probably wouldn't be here seeing as the sled was smashed to pieces." He huffed and looked away with embarrassment.

We all chuckled at that.

~o~ 2 Hours Later ~o~ Casper ~o~

I hadn't seen Jeff all day and I was really starting to feel the pain of our heartbreak. I'd miss his smart ass jokes and warm hugs. I would certainly miss the kissing and closeness that I'd really never had before him. I sighed and buried my face in my knees as I moped around sitting in front of the couch.

It must've been a while because I guess I dozed off. The next thing I registered was a somewhat gentle hand on my shoulder. I stiffened…was that scales I felt?

I looked up and was surprised to see a boy who appeared to be around my age. He had scaly blue skin with familiar sliver markings. He also had gills on his neck and lower cheeks as well as webbing on his shoulders, in-between his fingers, and sticking out of slits in the legs of his pants. His eyes were a solid golden yellow color and he had sea green and raven mixed hair. He was staring at me for some reason too.

I stared back for a moment.

"Hello there." I said at last.

He gave me a cute half mouth smile and raised an eyebrow. "Sup?" he replied.

"Not much." I answered, "You have a name?"

"Yeah, it's Leonidas. What's your name?" he still had that adorable half smile present.

"My name's Casper." I informed my new potential friend.

"Nice to meet you kid, guess I'm not so easy to recognize now that I'm not a beast." He snorted.

"Oh…" I went silent, "You were the…"

"Yup."

"Ah, uh, feel better now?" I asked awkwardly.

I couldn't decide if I should have tried to learn about Hannah's family earlier. Hot men or guys seemed to have no qualms with talking to me like before. Then again talking to any hot guy was awkward for me so it felt weird.

"I take it you're the…insecure and quiet type huh?" he said randomly.

"Watch it boy, I'll take you down." I retorted.

Someone else in the room cleared their throat. I looked up to see Jeff watching the two of us converse. I lowered my head as I found it nearly impossible to look him in the eye. I wasn't his anymore. Maybe I wasn't what he needed. I sighed and excused myself before quickly escaping to the kitchen to try and remember to breathe without hyperventilating. Not an easy task to accomplish in my situation.

I rested my chin on my knees after I began hugging them to my chest. I needed to take this in stride like the other breakup and move on while I considered this his loss and not mine. Then again when I was with Derek it was kind of…there wasn't much more than a friendly connection. With Jeff it was noticeably different. I stood up and tried to convince myself that this wasn't a big deal, which I knew was a lie but that was the reason I was trying to mentally talk myself into thinking it wasn't.

I calmly went to the room I had shared with Jeff and began to neatly pack my stuff back in their cases, bags, of backpack. Just then I heard the door swing shut and click as it locked. I began to panic as I whirled around ready to castrate a potential attacker only to find Jeff with his hands up eyeing me warily. I put down my fists and relaxed my improper stance before we pretty much started to stare at each other awkwardly.

We both began to say something at the same time but then stopped expecting the other to keep talking. This went on for about three minutes before Jeff held his hands up for silence. "I think we need to have another talk." He said at last.

I felt my chest tighten and I stared down at the floor. "Jeff I'm pretty sure you were clear the-." I started to say.

"Casper please, just hear me out." He nearly pleaded.

That caught my attention. Jeff almost pleading was enough to convince me to listen. I took a deep breath and slowly released it.

"Alright, just don't make it hurt worse." I sighed.

~o~

Ha-ha, Yay I finally got this one done. I hope you enjoyed and please review! Tell me what you thought. I find it a little hard to combine their personal lives with the action. I didn't want it to center around the operation nor did I want something solely made up of drama so I have to have both in there. I guess some of might find the dramatic stuff in their personal lives to get old sometimes but in a house where all of the people are different, have contradicting personalities, have rivalries, fight over girls, have relationships, and try to work together there is bound to be a lot of drama.

I hope you stick with me till the end of the story and if you want to read a good story that has The Black Widower's back-story with it too read AgentMaryland93's newest story. She owns The Black Widower so she gets credit for that!

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