AN: I had a severe abdominal infection and had been taking medicine every 3-6 hours that made me drowsy. I feel better now and even got the hang of staying up to update again. Soo...uh...here's the next chapter ^-^.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the movies mentioned in this story. I only own everything OC related.

As the moon rose up high in the sky, guests from the underworld and a few human beings arrived to celebrate the birth, or rather origin, of the legendary Xibalba while some of it was mostly in honor for that famous wager in history he and his wife had made years ago.

Decorations, banners, balloons, tables, worm, roach and maggot pops, and even a large chair made for the birthday king himself was displayed high within the hotel lobby to enjoy what Dracula had in store for him, and hopefully it wasn't loathing to witness or see. As he teleported up within the hotel to sit himself down, La Muerte followed and began to massage his shoulders. Xibalba melted in her touch, "Oh mi amor that feels great."

"Well a massage from me only comes once every two centuries so yes!" she replied with a giggle before kissing him on his cheek, "Happy birthday my love."

"Thank you my dear." he replied pleasantly as he slumped in his chair, slowly shutting his eyes as she continued.

In the hotel kitchen, gargoyles and zombies paced back and forth trying to make sure that the food was properly created to amaze guests and the god himself while finishing up the birthday cake and readying up the appetizers. Dracula wasn't around and had been busy trying to make sure things were going together as planned since he had been running around all day and was even beginning to feel back pain. The Babcock's and the Frankenstein's were also readying up for the event, but Sandra was having the strangest sensation that Norman wasn't safe like he should be. Heck, he hadn't been seen by his parents for days.

"Perry," Sandra asked as she ran a comb through her hair, "Do you think Norman is avoiding us?"

"No of course not," Perry replied as he dug through the luggage, trying to find his watch, "Why'd you think that?"

"It's just that he's been gone and hasn't came to speak to us. Especially Courtney."

"Courtney is being a teen. Let her have her freedom. Norman on the other hand needs to speak to us before he thinks about doing anything, but don't worry," Perry said as he placed a comforting hand on his wife's shoulder, "We'll catch him at the party and then we can finally head back home."

Feeling much more confident, Sandra sighed and gave him a reassuring smile, "Okay."

Meanwhile, the Frankenstein's weren't feeling a bit satisfied with this whole 'party fiesta' situation themselves and were even deciding if they should just leave since parties weren't really a thing back where they came from. Victor began to feel anxiety hit his stomach as his parents were giving him options and decisions of what they should do and what the consequences would be if he chose it, but the young boy chose not to respond.

"Victor, school will be starting soon for you and we need to get you situated back home because we don't have enough more money to be staying as if we live here!" Mr. Frankenstein argued with his son while Sparky was whimpering underneath the bed, not wanting to leave just yet either.

The boy lifted his head and gave his father a disappointed look. "But dad, can we at least stay till the party's over?"

"Victor's right. I haven't had much fun like this since I was in high school." Mrs. Frankenstein admitted. Victor slumped before leaving the room knowing that they were going to begin chatting about their younger days again, which was something that usually lasted for minutes.

Sparky followed him and walked alongside him, tilting his head from time to time as he tried to examine his expression. The boy sighed and gave his dog a smile, "Don't worry boy. Just one more day and we'll be back home before we know it."

Sparky barked in excitement before scurrying down the hall.

Norman faintly opened his eyes and groaned painfully before waking up in one of the hotel's bedrooms, but it wasn't his though. It happened to be somebody else's and it sure was cold in here. Or was it just to him?

Shaking and shivering, the young boy zipped up his jacket but frowned when he saw that it was as far up as it should be. Confused, he looked around the room to see if there was a fan or if maybe the window had been opened, but nothing was. Nothing at all.

With no hesitation, Norman hopped off the bed and immediately hurried over to the door to exit but before he could touch the doorknob, a chill ran up his body and shocked him like dry ice. He yelped and fell to the floor, curling into a ball as he felt the sting coming inside his chest. Then, without noticing, a white streak of hair emerged till it looked like something Frankenstein's wife would wear in her hair.

This hurts! Norman whined as he continued to feel it within close range of his heart. Why am I feeling this way? I gotta find my parents or-or Mavis! They'll help me!

Norman got himself up and gave in the strength to open the door and head back to the lobby, where the party was about to start it's first official dance.

Back in the land of the forgotten, Elsa looked around fearfully since hearing the cries of the lost souls sounded closer and louder than they had before. Knowing what she needed to do, she squinted her eyes and thought long and hard to try and regain some of her strength.

"Come on, come on!" she told herself firmly as she tried to concentrate, "Think harder Elsa! Think!"

A small bright blue light glimmered from the chains but disappeared as soon as she lost her focus. Knowing that it was indeed working, Elsa thought harder and harder till her veins pulsated.

The fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all

It's time to see what I can do

To test the limits and break through

No right no wrong no rules for me!

"I'M FREE!" Elsa chorused aloud as the chains from her hands and feet shattered into tiny ice particles as she extended her arms up in the air. Feeling relieved and wishing that she should have done that a long time ago, Elsa sighed happily before shutting up when she thought she heard a voice coming from within the land. "Hello? Xibalba you down here? I need you to sign something for me!"

Elsa quickly hurried over to the throne chair and hid behind it as she peeked around to see if she could identify who was coming down here to pay that tar god a visit. She gasped upon seeing the glowing yellow light and gasped when he noticed her dress. Jolly Willingly heading over to her, the man held a hand to her and smiled,

"It's okay sweetheart. I know you've been down here."

"W-Who are you?"

"The candle maker!"

AN: Got sick again :'( just now. Gnna go to the doctor's tmrw. I'm worried that I have some type of disease since I have a giant pink/purple bump on my body. I'll update when I feel better