Author's Note: GUYS, I decided to change up Lyra's appearance, so I added a new link if you wanna see how she has changed. I will be giving Tikker a new design as well. Also, I cannot BELIEVE I have over 100 reviews now…And I don't think any of the reviews are negative yet…That makes me love you all so much. So yeah, here is Chapter 25!

Chapter 25

"This is wrong," Dawn was begging Lyra to come up with another plan. She didn't want Scott placed in so much danger as the pink-haired female was suggesting. The blonde was already to the point where she was on her knees and close to tears. Lyra had decided to change Dawn's original plan into something even more dangerous.

"Well it's either him or Heather," Lyra shrugged. "Do you honestly think I would put the only girl in that hell hole we call a school who I can actually TOLERATE in mortal danger?"

"That's not what I mean," Dawn said. "We shouldn't put either of them in danger."

"I can totally do this," Scott gulped; he was already scared to the point of sweating like a pig. "I can take that scrawny little brat in a second." He was attempting to impress the ladies, but he only received looks of discouraging doubt and belittlement.

"That green-haired psycho can rip you to shreds in a second," Lyra mocked the freckled male, having him lose confidence in himself. "Not the other way around, you loser."

Scott would have been surprised at Lyra's calm state and 'polite' insults as it wasn't the normal abuse she delivered on a daily basis. However, Scott already knew why she was being, in a way, so kind to him; she was taking an inward DELIGHT in thinking up the several different and terrifying scenarios that could happen in the next moment of life. She was in an all around PLEASANT mood at the thought of Scott being tortured, even if it IS by Tikker.

"So, can you go over the plan once more time?" Scott asked the pink-coated high school senior.

"You're going to sneak into that Vomit-haired Son-of-a-bitch's house and convince him that you're on his side of all of this and that you want nothing to do with me," Lyra informed him for the seventeenth time. "And at some point, you're going to 'accidentally' bring up that I've begun a," Lyra gagged at the thought of what she was about to say. "That I've begun a relationship with the shitty little narcissus, Justin."

"Okay," Scott said. "I'm ready to go, I guess." He wanted this all to be over soon.

"Then go!" Lyra shouted and threw him into the driveway of a small, blue house. "And do it right!"

Scott began to circle the house, looking for a safe, yet non-obvious way in. He couldn't find one, so I had to use an obvious way; he had to walk straight through the back-yard door. "Dear God," he whimpered as he heard the door creak. He was already terrified, and the trashed and eerie inside of the house was not helping in the process of calming his nerves. "I'm definitely going to die."

"Do you think he's going to be okay?" Dawn was in a panic after five minutes of Scott being inside the house. "You don't think he's dead already do you?"

"Your husband is fine," Lyra was quickly losing her temper with the worried blonde, which she expressed by pulling on her pink ponytails as hard as she could. "Now shut up before I shove your own ass in your shitty little mouth!"

"Sorry," Dawn went silent in fear as they continued to spy on the house from behind a large bush.

Scott began to whistle for Tikker to appear. "Here little freak show, come on," Scott clapped softly as if he was trying to attract the attention of a dog. "It's alright, I'm your friend." As soon as he had spoken, Scott felt a sharp pain in his neck and his vision began to blur. "Okay, I don't think this is a good thing." He stuttered, hearing a taunting chuckle before he had lost complete consciousness.

An hour passed and Lyra was beginning to get impatient. "I will give it thirty more minutes before I deem that ass-face dead," she told Dawn. "I suggest you do the same."

Dawn gulped at the thought of a dead Scott. She didn't want a friend dead; especially the one whom she had just RECENTLY became friends with, officially, anyway.

Lyra sensed the depression and fear coming off of the blonde. "So," Lyra thought this would be a perfect time to tease the other girl. "What do you even see in that boyfriend of yours?"

"Boyfriend?" Dawn looked into the other girl's pink eyes with crimson tinted cheeks. "I d-don't even have a boyfriend."

"Oh please," Lyra titles Dawn's statement as total bullshit. "You two are way too obviously hot for each other. I mean, you two have eye sex every single damn time you look at one another."

"You're being too vulgar," Dawn covered her small ears as Lyra spoke.

"Vulgar?" Lyra cackled. "I'm just being honest about what I've seen."

"Please stop!" Dawn had never felt so embarrassed before in her life.

"Fine, fine," Lyra sighed tauntingly. "But when you two get married and have babies, don't be surprised when I creepily pop up at your stupid little house and say 'I told you dumb-asses this was going to happen'. Also, when it does happen, you lame-shits totally owe me fifty bucks."

They went back to being silent after that, waiting to see if Scott had survived an encounter with a jealous Tikker.

"What the hell," Scott gasped as he woke up, tied to a wooden electric chair. "Seriously?"

"Took you a bit to wake up, you know," Tikker smiled, ecstatic that his victim was finally awake.

"Okay," Scott looked around the room that the two of them were currently in; quickly taking notice of all the weapons and tools, they were all obviously used before. He could see the rust on them all, or, at least, Scott was hoping it was rust. "Is this a torture chamber or something?"

"You people may call it a torture chamber or a living epitome of hell, or even a place worth than hell itself," Tikker sounded so indifferent with Scott's reaction to his equipment.

"You people? How many people have you put down here?" Scott exclaimed as he expressed the most terror he had ever felt.

"That isn't important at the moment," Tikker did not want to answer him. "What is important is what I like to call this place."

"And that would be?" Scott asked, not wanting to displease Tikker's fickle temper.

"This is my own personalized fun house!" Tikker seemed extremely joyful when he spoke.

"That's great, dude," Scott wasn't feeling the joy all too much. "But listen, about Lyra."

"Did she want you to ask me to leave her alone again?" Tikker looked disheartened over the thought.

"No, no, no," Scott. "I just wanted to come and tell you that me and her aren't really all too close."

"You're not?"

"Not even close to being close, so there's no reason for you to want to want me dead or anything."

"There's not?"

"No way! And you know what? I think you two are MADE for each other," Scott kept the urge to attempt to escape the shackles that were currently binding him to the chair he currently sat in.

"We are, aren't we!" the gleam in Tikker's eyes glimmered like fireworks as Scott let out his mock encouragement.

"Yeah, so I came to tell you," Scott laughed nervously, hoping his next words wouldn't have him die by electric shock.

"Warn me about what?" Tikker seemed oh so innocent as he grew more curious about what Scott had to sa

"About how she and Justin were dating and all," Scott looked away from the scrawny male for a moment.

"What?" Tikker's tone was depressing, which caused Scott curiosity to spike up about the expression the green haired male was hold.

Scott slowly turned to examine Tikker's face; the ginger had never seen such a horrific look on anyone before and it made him wish that he was being accompanied by Jason Vorhees, Michael Meyers, and Freddie Krueger, all at the same time, than be in Tikker's presence at this very moment.