Chapter 56, The Task Revealed.

"Word" – Speech.

'Word' – Thought.

"Word" – Slender Speech.

#Word# - Texts, messages, phone calls and on-screen words. Will have speech marks if words are being spoken at the same time as they appear on-screen or through a speaker.

~Word~ - Written words.

$"Word"$ - Parseltongue.

Disclaimer, Harry Potter is the creative property of J.K Rowling and the studio that produced the films.

Any CreepyPastas mentioned in this fic will have their creators stated in the endnotes.

I also have no ownership of any brands, games, franchises or shows mentioned in this fic.

Any persons mentioned outside of the stories that this fic is based on, that I haven't stated are a reference, are purely fictional. I do not condone killing unless it is justified, i.e. hunting animals for food or as a last resort in defence. Any similarities to any persons mentioned are purely coincidental unless it is in reference then I will have stated where the reference was from if it is overly obscure at the end.

Locations in which the kills are chosen are selected by online generators and I zoom in to see what's near there on google maps. All kill scenes that I write that did not occur in the Harry Potter book series are not based on any real-life events.

Author's note.

I am gonna collapse from exhaustion.

I did Joti the stupid way and I didn't sleep for any of it, 48 hours straight of chatting with people over the globe.

But, my horrible ideas aside, I've got to spend time focusing on the good idea that is this story.

So, what have I got in terms of reviews this week?

(X) review (X)

Matt (Guest);

I keep changing the picture because people keep sending me fan art!

I think it would be selfish to hoard the pictures that my fans have put time and effort into making.

(X) review (X)

wow-im-satan;

Thank you!

That's a tally for 'Revenge', thanks.

Can I have a hellhound puppy, please?

(X) review (X)

Katropis12;

A tally for the twins, thank you!

Hehehe... Chaos will be fun.

(X) review (X)

MyraZinshu;

I can't draw people either.

I know, but most people get upset stomachs if they eat that much in such short a time.

Ok, let me have a listen...

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?

THAT'S TERRIFYING! It's like a skull version of the Waterphone!

I need to make that my ringtone.

Dream walking sounds less fun now.

Your mom sounds fun and awesome, tell her that for me, would you kindly?

Another tally mark for Chaos, and the Liu / Toby building. Thank you for those.

I'm glad that you like where the story is going, I'm not too happy about what will have to come later, though...

The Bagman gag won't work forever, though. Gonna have to make him a little more persistent.

Toby's finally warmed up to Infernus, just don't bring it up too much as he needs to be actually blowing something up, or about to, to admit it.

I'm glad that you liked it, hope you like this one.

(X) review (X)

acherongoddess;

Thank you.

Those words are a death sentence, I actually have an agreement with my friends that if any of us say them we get to slap them.

(X) review (X)

Cyber-Kanochi;

What can I say, except that you're welcome!

(X) review (X)

Rosie;

You know, when I say that the chapters are gonna be a little smaller because I've been struggling lately, and because I've got college, and because I've got a job, it generally means that the chapters are gonna be smaller.

Also, there is a little difference between logging in and making a story.

(X) review (X)

jen71Lumos;

WELCOME!

I feel like my one-off lines sometimes do better than the actual chapters.

(X) review (X)

Thunder-Death;

Thank you!

(X) review (X)

Not A Criminal;

We're not a cult...

We just like gathering in groups, singing around fires, and...

wait...

(X) review (X)

.549;

Not always... just most of the time... if he can...

Why just kill them when you can obliterate?

(X) review (X)

Dex-Halo Twitches;

Holy cow, that's a lot of reviews.

'cracks knuckles'

Let's go.

CH – 10, he doesn't trust Dumbledore, don't worry.

CH – 11, he does.

CH – 14, that hatchet that Toby gave Isaac was indeed his first axe.

CH – 17, which twins? Fred and George, or Candy Pop and Cane?

CH – 30, he will.

CH – 31, Kagekao is one of my favourites.

CH – 32, who's Tony? Wrong crossover.

CH – 36, Toby when he's on valium is dangerously hilarious.

CH – 37, he does, just let it develop.

CH – 38, of course he did.

CH – 39, Dr Smiley, putting that on the list.

CH – 49, yeah, that happens a lot.

CH – 50, you really think that I'll make Ron a spy? Seriously?

CH – 52, Fred's fine.

CH – 55, what I'm going to do with Rita is gonna be fun.

Yikes, that was a lot.

Were you one of my contacts at J.O.T.I?

For those of you who don't know, J.O.T.I. Is a weekend-long event where scouts can talk to other scouting groups all over the world.

It's fun, just don't do the 48-hour challenge... my head still hurts...

(X) review (X)

DHLcosplay (Guest);

'sighs'

'raises a hand in the air'

BOI!

Ok, that makes me feel better.

Did you by any chance READ THE AUTHOR NOTES for the last chapter?

I'm guessing no, you didn't.

To sum up?

I've asked the readers what they want to see for the next EXTRAS chapter.

(X) review (X)

YingYangWriter;

You're actually disturbing me when I write this chapter, that's how late I'm doing this.

Course Draco would bet that Isaac would do well, it's a safe bet.

You are correct about that rag.

That reference...

Hey, did you hear, it's the Miniladd!

People have no fear it's the Miniladd!

Let's get one thing clear, it's the Miniladd!

And I can't be bothered to type more of the song, see if you can spot my reference later!

Isaac's temper would have died faster than a redshirt if that had happened... I'm going to add somethings to EXTRAS chapter's later.

Speaking of EXTRAS, I've got some prompts to write for the 'Missing Kills' chapter so that will be on the horizon soon enough.

If Kagekao learns about that spell then he will be moving into The Mansion and getting the room next to Isaac.

Hehehe, I liked that analogy too.

I have weird sleeping hours, it's gotten weird lately since I almost have the pattern of a vampire, need to fix that.

Trenderman going full Edna Mode would be fucking hilarious and is definitely getting considered for a future chapter, but you've got to decide which one of the list I posted last week I'm doing first.

You're actually an hour ahead of me, it's 1:40 in the morning of the day that this chapter went up for me... really need to finish this and get it off to DP.

(X) review (X)

Ok, that was the last of them.

And the final count is...

'gets yeeted out of the way by sudden review'

Sweet Smilie;

There shall be retribution and, if they continue to be idiots, there will be blood.

Ok, I think I know what you mean there.

Basically, they're saying that Isaac would end up standing on the dragon's tail.

(X) review (X)

Ok... now, that was all of the reviews...

I'm still wary in case another gets launched at me

Toby / Liu - 1

Twins causing Chaos - 2

DBD AU - 0

Revenge on Dudley - 1

Alternate – 0

Ok, I think I'll give you one more week to vote on it. I've made a note of who's already voted so there'll be no online ballot stuffing.

Right, I've got a chapter to write, and a Beta to thank.

DP hasn't got anything to say this week, but I'm sure that she wishes you all the best.

And that's that, can't procrastinate any further... or can I?

No, I can't.

Enjoy,

SteamGeek01.

(X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X)

The Ark.

Masky was worried.

He was worried about a few things.

One, Isaac was being forced into a set of death games that were beyond his skillset.

The second was that there was a bunch of legal nonsense going on, the M.A.C.U.S.A worker that they had met with two years prior was handling that.

Third, Toby had disappeared after simply saying, "Fire,"

Now, normally he trusted Toby when he was working with fire, but with no context, it wasn't exactly calming.

(X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X)

Hogwarts.

Isaac heard closed his eyes and let out a slow breath.

The sound of the cannon somewhere beyond the folds of the tent echoed through the air.

He was losing feeling in the tips of his fingers. It felt like each step he took was against a two tonne weight pulling him back.

Somewhere close by he could hear a low chant of his name cheering him on.

The tent gave way to a small tunnel, wooden struts creaking in the winds that swirled leaves across the floor in front of him.

A rocky enclosure was ahead of him, small bits of moss had been burnt away, and the noise of something scraping against stone did nothing to ease his nerves as he thought back to the past few weeks.

(X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X)

Breakfast in the Great Hall was fraught with murmurs.

"Why do I feel like something almost impressively stupid is afoot?" Isaac asked as he sat down.

Fred and George shared a glance, but before Isaac could grab his goblet to take a drink they had slid a copy of the Daily Prophet across to him.

Isaac shook it open and read the front page.

"That's bullshit... that's bullshit... that's bullshit..." Isaac said after he finished reading a sentence, "Hermione, no offence, but you don't interest me that way..."

"It's alright," Hermione said, slightly stilted at the whispers that had followed her that morning as Isaac kept going.

"... that's bullshit... that there is around fifty tonnes of bullshit... I give it a day," he finished

Fred and George shared another glance, this time Isaac was able to take a drink, plus an extra one for the one he missed.

"Give what a day?" they asked.

"One day for them to retract the article, issue an apology, and for Skeeter to be fined for breaking the law," Isaac said, spooning scrambled egg onto his plate.

(X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X)

The Daily Prophet.

Aucton Scribe sat behind his desk, lazily flicking through a thick file of parchment.

Just as he sighed at the monotony of the day to day tasks he had to do his door was opened.

"Do you have an..."

"This is an order to retract Miss Skeeter's article on The Triwizard Tournament," a man in pale blue robes with an American accent said, putting a piece of parchment with the M.A.C.U.S.A logo printed on the upper right corner.

"Now, just a..." his words fell on deaf ears.

"This is an order for The Daily Prophet to issue an apology to its readers for allowing an article that breaks multiple federal laws to be printed," the man continued, "This is an order for Miss Skeeter to be suspended, without pay, until such a time as she has been sentenced at a formal hearing,"

"Now, see here..." the man went red in the face at the orders that sat on his desk.

"This is the fine that Miss Skeeter has to pay," he didn't place that one on the desk, "I'll give it to her in a moment, and this is an order for you to write a formal apology to my client,"

Aucton spluttered at the piece of parchment that had been shoved into his hands.

He had been wishing for a change, but this was ridiculous.

"See to it that these are met within the day, or you shall be charged as an accomplice to the actions committed by Miss Skeeter,"

The wizard left the office after the pendant he held heated up and shook, confirming that the orders had been delivered.

Rita Skeeter was reading over the article that she had published, smiling coyly to herself as she sipped her tea.

"Miss Skeeter?" a voice said and she flicked her eyes upwards, a sickly sweet smile upon her face.

"Yes, how can I..."

Before she could finish the man handed her a piece of parchment.

"This is the order to write a formal apology to my client in regards to your breaking of federal laws,"

Rita nearly choked on the tea she had just sipped.

"This is the order of your suspension," he handed her another piece of parchment, "And this is the time and date of your appeal.

Miss it and you shall be arrested for perjury,"

The American wizard left her red-faced and spluttering, her tea spilt over an article she had been writing.

(X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X)

Hogwarts.

"You sure that they can shut Skeeter up?" Fred asked.

"She's not known for backing down," George added on.

"I know people who can be extremely persuasive," Isaac said, winking at Fred when George looked down at his plate to cut up his bacon.

Fred couldn't help but feel sad for Rita because of the forces that she had just gotten on the bad side of.

"So, what you got first?" George asked after swallowing his bacon.

"Creatures," Isaac said, "This is gonna be a fun day," he stretched the 'f' out as long as it could as the post owls descended.

Isaac was thankful that the skrewts kept trying to kill each other, dwindling their numbers down.

What he was not thankful for was that the class that day was to try to give them a bath.

While the others in his group looked into the box, trying to think of how to try and clean them without getting injured, Isaac was sat cross-legged on the ground as he rubbed soothing circles across his temple.

"Give me a moment," Isaac said, unclipping his braces.

He looked on the ground for a few moments before he found a long enough stick and he started tying the sponge to the end of the stick.

"Move," he soaked the sponge and began pushing it up and down the back of the skrewt.

The skrewt didn't take too kindly to being wet and blasted forward in the small fenced off area before trying to ram through the fence to get to another skrewt.

Isaac let out a slow breath and unwrapped his sodden braces from the sponge, letting it fall back into the basin of soapy water, before tossing the stick away.

"C'mere," Hagrid said, "Put them next to the fire to dry them out,"

He nodded in the direction of his hut before bending low to speak to Isaac.

"See if you can get to my house at midnight," he said in a low voice.

A few seconds later came the shrieks of other students as the skrewt that had refused to be bathed broke free from the enclosure that Hagrid had set up and charged another skrewt.

Hagrid rushed off to catch them as the other students took the chance to run for the castle.

Isaac frowned as he wrung out his braces, trying to get as much water from them as he could, as he thought.

He had gotten a letter from Toby that morning, telling him to be alone in the Gryffindor common room at one in the morning.

Now, if he could somehow stay awake that long, he had to meet Hagrid at midnight, and then get back up there to see what Toby was doing.

'This is gonna be a fun day,' Isaac thought as he meandered back to the castle, Hagrid shouting an early dismissal because of the now several escaped skrewts fighting on the lawn.

The rest of the day was spent with rolling eyes and scoffs at how many people actually believed Skeeter's garbage article.

Isaac did have to give credit to Hermione for managing to keep her head held high despite all the cackling that Parkinson and her friends were doing.

"You know, Hermione," Isaac said as they walked past yet another bunch of morons, "I know you would never condone it, but would you like me to target anyone the next time that I get bored?" he offered.

"I feel like that would be making a deal with the Devil," Hermione said, "Besides, it's not like they can really do anything,"

"Hermione, the right words can move mountains, save or break lives, and we kinda get taught how to use words to do the near impossible with words," Isaac said, patting the pocket that held his wand, "So, you want to reconsider?"

"Isaac, I think it would be rather cruel to deliberately send you after Pansy and her 'friends'," Hermione said casually as they walked to the library to meet with Ginny and Luna again, it had become a regular thing for the four of them to meet in the library to study.

Isaac paused for a moment before hurrying to catch up.

"You devious little word-smith," he said as they continued on towards the library.

Night came at an almost dull pace compared to how the rest of the day passed.

Around an hour before midnight, Isaac made his way down to the entrance hall, sneaking past the prefects patrolling the halls for any late-night wanderers.

None of them found the hidden teen as he resisted the urge to dance as he snuck past them through the halls just to add insult to injury.

He was able to get out of the castle and down to Hagrid's house on time.

The grass had a slight sheen to it as the moon peeked around from behind a cloud, the evidence of the latest skrewt battle would be washed away by the next light shower that passed over them.

Isaac knocked on the door, hearing Fang scramble up from where he was most likely dozing in front of the fireplace, as Hagrid made his way to the door.

"Ah, good you made it," Hagrid said, using one massive hand to keep Fang inside, "Got something to show you,"

"Ok, so what's... why are you wearing a suit?" Isaac asked, taking in the hideous brown suit that Hagrid was wearing.

"No reason," Hagrid mumbled.

"Hagrid, have you been using the cologne again?" Isaac's question was met with a dismissive wave of his hand.

'I need to burn that suit,' Isaac thought as he sighed.

Hagrid paused him a few metres away from his cabin, telling him to put the invisibility cloak back on before they continued on towards the large coach that was the domicile of the Beauxbatons.

Isaac groaned under his breath as Hagrid walked up to the carriage and knocked on the door.

Whatever he had in place of his patience was steadily running down as he watched Madame Maxine, wrapped in a thick burgundy coat, descend and let Hagrid kiss her hand.

While the two of them exchanged pleasantries Isaac took the chance to look at the carriage, examining brakes, the wheels, the hinges of the door, and the steps.

He almost missed the fact that Hagrid and Madame Maxine had started walking off into the forest.

There was a faint chill upon the air as the three of them, one unaware of the third, as they made their way through the twisting trees and surfacing roots.

"Where are ve going?" Madame Maxine asked, tightening her coat against the cold.

"Shouldn't be too far now," Hagrid said.

A loud roar echoed throughout the forest and...

(X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X)

"BEN!" Isaac screamed as soon as he appeared in the grassy field.

"Hey, what's..."

Ben was cut off as Isaac grabbed his shoulders and screamed in his face.

"IHAVETOFIGHTAMOTHERFUCKINGDRAGON!" Isaac shrieked as he shook Ben.

"Woah," Ben grabbed Isaac's shoulders in turn and tried to calm him, "Hey, it's alright, what's wrong?"

"Ben... I have... to fight..." Isaac said, nearly hyperventilating, "... a mother fucking... dragon," he finished with a squeak.

Ben and Isaac's eyes met, Ben's now matching the wide-eyed look that Isaac sported.

The two of them both blinked before screaming.

It took them a few minutes for Isaac to go from screaming and panicking to pacing and panicking.

"The fuck am I going to do?" Isaac said, wringing his hands as BRVR and Ben watched him walk, "I don't know how to fight a dragon, who thought that this was a good idea?"

"A complete, and utter, idiot," Ben said bitterly, "They can't actually expect you to fight one, can they?"

"They've got one for the each of us," Isaac said, "I have to... " he broke off and buried his head in his hands, dropping to his knees and flopping down in the dirt, "Did the wizard that Toby mentioned manage to get me out of this?" he asked.

"No," Isaac felt his head sink a little deeper into the dirt, "Apparently the Cup thing works on some sort of similar spell that that letter you got telling you that you could come here does, uses original names," Ben's mocking tone of the name that so many witches and wizards treated like gospel proved his distaste for the idiots in that society.

"I need painkillers..." Isaac's muffled cry came up from where he had vanished out of sight in the long grass.

BRVR hopped over to go see where he had gone as Ben sat there, his chest heavy.

"Ok... please tell me that there's an idiot's guide to killing dragons in the school of yours?" Ben's next attempt at somewhat restoring the currently empty tank of hope he had was met with a snort.

"I doubt that this USELESS," the shout startled BRVR, who had taken to sitting on Isaac's back, and caused him to move as Isaac got back up, "... society of IDIOTS will have actually thought to have done SOMETHING SMART FOR ONCE!"

"Ok... what do we do?" Ben said and Isaac scoffed.

"I have to face this thing with just a wand, nothing else," he said, "So I'm going through those books you got me, maybe they'll have something useful in them,"

Something in Ben's chest fluttered at the thought that he could have supplied Isaac with a way to survive the storm he was staring right in the eye.

Isaac cast a glance back over at Ben.

Seeing the maelstrom of emotions that were flickering across his face he sat back down on the log Ben had created and nudged him in the arm.

"Want to see something that'll help you calm down?" he asked.

Ben's head snapped in his direction before placing a hesitant hand on his forehead and causing the environment around them to shift.

(X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X)

Igor Karkaroff crept through the forest, a thin mist at the edges of the trees, keeping an ear out for any sounds of others in the forest.

He had heard that the obstacles that the champions would be facing were now in the forest and he planned to get any leg over Albus-too-many-middle-names-Dumbledore.

He paused when he heard the crack of small twigs under a foot that was not his own.

"Who is there?" he asked, hoping to capture a spy from Beauxbatons or perhaps Hogwarts.

"Igor... Igor Karkaroff I can see you..." a low, deep, gravelly voice whispered.

"Who is there?" he demanded.

"Igor... don't turn around..." the voice continued.

"Who is... who are you?" his frustration at who was playing games clear in the way he spat the statement as he looked around.

"Don't look at me!" the voice let out a faint growl as Igor began to turn around, "I have so many names,"

The voice chuckled as Igor started to turn once more.

"If you look at me, you will die,"

"I am not afraid of you,"

"I'm behind you, Igor Karkaroff. I'm right behind you. I'm reaching out, Igor Karkaroff. I'm so close. Don't turn around,"

Karkaroff felt a bead of sweat start to drip down the side of his face.

"Oh... I can touch you..."

Karkaroff felt the ghost of a breath against his neck and a hand grasping the back of his robes.

He spun around, his wand held in front of him, and a spell on his lips.

"Avad..."

He stopped when there was nothing there, not even a passing breeze.

A distant roar reminded him of his mission for that night and he left the small clearing at a hurried pace, putting the encounter to some of Dumbledore's tricks to try and guard the secret of the first task.

(X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X)

Ben and Isaac had fallen against each other, laughing hard.

"I can't believe you did that," Ben gasped.

"I can't believe that he fell for it!" Isaac wheezed.

The two of them used each other as leaning posts for another minute of solid laughing, even BRVR was on his back, his stomach rippling in his own form of laughter, as his cheeks sparked a little from his excitement.

Eventually, the two of them sat back up, breathing hard.

"I had a visitor," Isaac said, "In the common room.

Apparently, there is a way to chat with people there, but it's tricky to not get noticed,"

Ben raised his hand again.

(X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X)

Isaac raced back up the stairs as fast as his legs could carry him.

He didn't care if anyone heard, or if he was found, he just wanted to get back to the Gryffindor dorms and get to sleep, eager to talk to Ben to try and figure out a plan.

He had to pause for breath when he reached the common room, running from a place within the forest, all the way across the lawn to the castle, and up those many stairs left one feeling rather out of breath.

He collapsed in a chair by the fire as he urged his breath to return.

If he felt out of breath before, the big gasp he let out definitely helped fix that when he saw Sirius' head floating in the flames.

"Hey," Sirius said calmly, a grin on his face.

"How..." Isaac panted, still out of breath from his run.

"All fireplaces in Hogwarts' common rooms are linked to the Floo Network," Sirius said, "It's a measure for emergency evacuation. Normally they're monitored, but they can only detect a call going to the castle before they have to check every fireplace,"

"Then won't they find you?" Isaac asked.

"Not if they think that a call from a rather high-end Ministry official might be conversing to Dumbledore, now that would be an awkward situation to try and explain why you burst into such a private call," Sirius smirked, "Now, your brother wanted me to check in since... Ben? Ben's got a thing to do, or something like that, and he didn't know when you'd check in by dreaming?"

"I'll explain it later," Isaac said, "Ok, erm... the first task is a dragon.

I have to fight a dragon," the panic he should have felt back in the forest was slowly building now.

"A dragon?" Sirius chuckled darkly, "Hagrid'll be over the moon, they're seriously sending you against that?"

"Oh yeah," Isaac said, "Charlie Weasley is one of the guys that brought them over, what am I going to do?"

"Ok, let me think..." Sirius paused for a moment, "What do you get to take with you into the task?"

"Just my wand," Isaac said, "Maybe I can offer the dragon it as a toothpick for after it's done eating me,"

Sirius let out a low growl.

"I won't let that happen," he said, "I don't care that I don't have any guardian rights for you, pretty much screwed myself over with those when I went after Pettigrew, and that pyro's done alright with you... all things considered, but I won't let my best friends kid die at the jaws of an overgrown newt,"

Isaac did feel a twinge of annoyance at being referred to by his old life, and he barely managed to stop himself rolling his eyes, but he couldn't deny that there was something that made the corners of his lips twinge outward in a small smile at knowing someone was so dedicated to making sure he didn't end up on the wrong end of a flambe.

"Ok, I might have an idea," Sirius said after a moment of silence that Isaac hadn't realised had been there, "Everything has a weak spot, if you can find a dragons and hit it with a strong enough curse, it might distract it long enough to buy you more time in the task,"

"Ok, do you have any idea where a dragons weak spot might be?" Isaac asked.

"I think, if listening to Hagrid's ramblings on dragons ever stuck with me, then it's..." Sirius broke off and looked past Isaac before quickly pulling his head back into the flames.

Isaac frowned at Sirius' retreating head.

"Practicing for your next interview?" a moody voice said and Isaac could almost picture the sneer that the ginger had.

"Think you can come up with a better insult?" Isaac asked, fixing Ron with a pitying look, "Cause even I think you can do better than that,"

He walked off towards the stairs when a hand caught the lower of his arm.

"Isaac, mate, listen..." Ron's voice was suddenly a lot softer, which was the only reason that Isaac didn't flip him over his back and through a window, "This whole... this mess between us is ridiculous, and... and I want to put it behind us and... and move on, you know?" he asked hopefully.

'L, to the I, to the A, for Arsehole, to the R, what's that spell? Liar!' Isaac thought, his breathing almost mimicking the song he sang in his head.

He let out a soft sigh.

"You know, Ron," Isaac said, "They say 'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer', but... I prefer 'Keep your friends the closest...'," a hopeful look appeared on Ron's face, "... 'and keep your enemies within stabbing distance',"

He patted Ron on his arm, moving past the red-head that was attempting to scowl darkly at him, and made his way back up the stairs.

(X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X)

"You know, I'm really starting to dislike him," Ben said as the dream changed back to the fields.

"Yeah... I'll annoy him tomorrow," Isaac said, "Don't kill him? I can't deal with the idea of having to go through an investigation of why he ended up comatose for the rest of his life when nothing seemed to cause it,"

"Fine, just for you," Ben huffed.

Isaac broke out in laughter again, Ben following a few seconds later, and the two fell against each other once again before falling backwards onto the soft ground, flattening some of the long grass to make space.

A few moments of the two of them enjoying each other's company passed with plus BRVR jumping up and over their legs as he tried to get into a comfy position with the pair.

"You know... I'm really starting to hate that place," Isaac said quietly, "I can't go a year without something trying to kill me, normal people are just tiring and annoying..."

"Amen," Ben breathed softly as BRVR managed to find a comfy spot and curl up between the two of them.

"... I really wish I could come home for Christmas, I wish I wasn't having to do this stupid Tournament, I wish I was with..." Isaac broke off.

"What?" Ben asked, "You wish you were with what?"

"With... with all you guys, just chilling, doing... doing literally anything," Isaac's soft almost-confession barely reached his ears.

"We'll work something out," Ben assured him, "Well work something out,"

Isaac hummed softly, resting his head on Ben's arm.

Ben lay there, thoughts racing through his head as he lay there, not wanting to disturb Isaac.

A warm smile grew on his face as he closed his eyes, willingly trapped there under a peaceful Isaac... and a murderous Pikachu, whose ear and foot would twitch every so often as it chased something in his dream.

(X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (X)

Author notes.

Ok, I know this is another short chapter, but it's late, I didn't have much time to write this week, and I need to get this off to DP as well as finish some online stuff for work.

So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, regardless of how short it was, and I hope that next week I'll have something longer for you all.

Till then?

Take care.

Also, I think I'll have to plan for a third EXTRAS chapter upload soon as we're about to crack 70,000 total views, so I think another special EXTRAS chapter at 100,000 total reads will be worth it.

Thank you all, and I'll see you in the next one.

SteamGeek01.

Creepypastas in this fic.

Ticci Toby – Kastoway.

Masky / Hoodie / The Operator – Marble Hornets.

Eyeless Jack – Kiki H.

Laughing Jack – Snuffbomb.

Jeff the Killer – BanninK.

Ben Drowned – Jadusable.

Sally – Kiki H.

Slenderman – Victor Surge.

Smile dog – God knows.

Puppeteer – BleedingHeartworks.

Bloody Painter – Delucat.

Kagekao – GingaAkam.

Homicidal Liu – Vampirenote13.

Jason the ToyMaker – Krisantyl.

Jane the Killer – AngryDogDesigns.

Clockwork – Can't find the original creator. If you have any ideas on how to, then suggest them.

Candy Pop and Candy Cane – XXDirtyNightClownsXX.

Pianist – jill0mccloud.

The Pianist – This story didn't have a credit, if anyone knows then please tell me so I can fix this.

Pokemon Dead Channel – star-byte. (BRVR's story)

The Good Doctor Locklear – Madame Macabre - check out her youtube channel, really recommend the music!

Feel free to leave a suggestion for stories to read, I've enjoyed the ones that have been sent in already, and I'm dying for more!