Pumpkinpuff Ghoul IIwritten by

A word from the Author
Welcome everyone to a brand-new Halloween horror/suspense story written by me. In case you don't recall, this is actually a sequel to my first scary story Pumpkinpuff Ghoul. And now I must heed you a few warnings about the sequel. This is a horror/suspense fanfic, so there's lots of violence in it. For those of you who are squeamish, then I suggest that you don't read it. But this fic has more horror of the mind then the actual killings too many horror movies have these days. How could "Lord" Andy write a fic like this? Well, that's what they said about Flannery O'Connor when she wrote horrific stories, but was actually a devout Christian. Consider yourself warned, this fic is freaky!
With this in mind, turn off the lights, sit back, relax, and enjoy some PpG FanFiction made with the intention to be intense. Enjoy!

Pumpkinpuff Ghoul II
written by "Lord" Andy
Part One

Silence.

That's all that was known to her. There were no sounds. There were no sights. There were no feelings, no tastes, and no smells. It was like she wasn't even existing at all. Not only was there pure darkness, but there was also that the fact that all there was darkness could not even be comprehended. It was nothing, pure and simple. Was it death? Was it pre life? Or was it really nothing at all. But there HAD to be something! This individual could feel not with her five physical senses, but with something else.

Suddenly, something different began to happen. It was soft a first, but then it started to grow. It happened so slowly that it didn't even seem odd that something that was unfathomable was taking place. Eventually, not only was the repetitive and monotonous tone becoming more clearly, but it was becoming more then sound. It was becoming memory.

For the mind is a very powerful thing. But when the mind is not working, it has nothing to rely on but the subconscious. And that sometimes has a mind of its own.

As the constant beeping, as the person classified it, continued on, the individual started realizing other things. She knew she was somewhere. That may seem insignificant and foolish, but this person had not even known if she existed at all. But she could feel. She could feel a comforting feeling surrounding her body. There were different kinds of feelings being processed as time went on. A long, silky material was nearest to the person's brain, and more smooth and light, but still warm, material wrapping around her. A harder and piercing sensation was coming from one general direction from one small place.

Then like a flash, it all came to her. The blackness suddenly turned white as the small child opened two large devises in her head used to gather light to make out where it was, and what was happening. Eventually, all these strange sensations snapped back into place and made themselves known. Although at first it felt like being born with a full knowledge and understanding, it was quickly becoming more like waking up after a very long nap.

Blossom's eyes focused upon what she was trying to see. She brushed her long, orange-ish hair out of her face. She looked at her little arm on the left and saw that there was an IV in it. Looking down over her body that was still getting its feeling back, she saw she was dressed in a light blue gown underneath some covers. And to her left was a heart monitor, slowly counting out the pumping of her heart.

Once her brain stopped spinning, she grasped on what was going on. She was in a hospital.

"Hello?" She said in a raspy voice that had not been used for a while. "Is anybody there?"

She continued looking around the hospital room as her eyes adjusted to the room lit by the bright open window. Outside, she could see some trees in the distance in bright colors. That meant it was fall. She also saw the room was rather full of cards, flowers, balloons, and other odd collectibles. Judging by the covers of several of the cards that she could see, they were all "Get Well" cards.

She was about to call out again when she saw a nurse walk in through the open door. The nurse was paying more attention to the clipboard she was holding, so she didn't see Blossom sitting up in her bed. But her composition changed when she did see the wide pink-eyed girl. Letting out a loud gasp and dropping the clipboard, the nursed stared in wonder. After a second of staring, the nurse turned and ran out of the room calling for the doctors.

Blossom scratched her head, wondering what that was all about. She was about to get out of bed and fly around the hospital when a sudden discomfort made her stop. As she twisted the upper half of her body to swing out of the bed, a small yet sharp pain shot through her waist. Cringing, Blossom rubbed her stomach where the ache had been. It stinged a little bit when she did, but that's not what perplexed her.

Pulling up her hospital gown, Blossom gasped at what she saw. Her entire midsection had bandages wrapping around it. She could feel extra padding on the front of her stomach and again on her back. It felt different. It felt weird. It felt wrong.

"What's going on?" Blossom asked out loud, her mind slowly spinning.


What happened next was all a blur to Blossom. Doctors came in and were surprised, yet overjoyed to see her awake. For the next half-hour or so they were running tests on her, making sure she was fully functional or something. Blossom really couldn't tell what was going on. There were thermometers, scanning, and other medical thises and thats. She could have sworn that there were members of the press trying to get in, trying to see what was happening. Frankly, she wanted to know what was going on herself.

Soon, everything had settled down quite a bit. A nurse or a doctor would be walking in all the time, ask her how she was doing, and would leave. Lots of different faces came in to see for themselves that Blossom was up and awake. But she still had yet to see one face that she recognized. Just as she was beginning to think that, someone walking into her hospital room that she finally knew. And this someone she knew very well, just as he knew her and her room number by heart. The man walked into the room as fast as he was able to, walking through the door way that he had done many, many times before.

"Blossom! Oh Blossom, thank god that you're finally awake!" Shouted the Professor as he hobbled into the room, tears filling his eyes.

A smile grew over Blossom's face as well, until it erupted into tears of her own. "Professor!"

As the Professor approached Blossom's bed, he tossed down his black cane and scooped Blossom up in his arms. He wrapped her up in a tight hug, and Blossom did the same to him. Both of them just stood there in the room, doing nothing but sway gently back and forth. It was a very tender and loving moment, a moment that had one had been waiting for, and a moment that the other knew she needed.

Suddenly Blossom felt a sharp twitch in her stomach again as the Professor held her tight. Realizing that Blossom was feeling some discomfort, the Professor released his long awaited hug and sat down on the bed. He looked down into Blossom's large, pink, and caring eyes. For to long he had seen those eyes closed. After regaining himself, the Professor began to the small child still hugging him tightly.

"Oh Blossom, I was so worried that I would never get to see you again like this!" The Professor eventually blurted out, putting his arm around her. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay I guess." Blossom said, leaning her head against her guardian and creator's side. "I just have to get used to everything first. I haven't even had any time to just sit down alone and think. I take it I've been in a coma or something for a while?"

The Professor nodded. "Yes, almost exact four years."

"Four years!" Gasped Blossom, pulling away from the Professor. "Oh my how did where are my sisters, Bubbles and Buttercup?"

The Professor's face fell at that question. She sighed unhappily to himself and scratched the back of his head nervously. Finally, he asked Blossom what the last thing she remembered was.

Blossom blinked in confusion. She really hadn't thought about the last thing that she could remember. Her mind was full of memories, happy memories. Memories of her and her two twin sisters, Bubbles and Buttercup, fighting crime and saving the day. Memories of the Powerpuff Girls. But then, fragments of the end of those memories started coming to her.

"I remember it was Halloween." Blossom started reciting out loud. "We were all going trick-or-treating with friends from school. Then one by one, everybody was attacked by this this crazed maniac wearing a pumpkin on its head. Then we had to go to this hospital because you were hurt really bad, and the killer followed us there and and and ."

She couldn't take it any more. Blossom buried her head in the Professor's lab coat and started crying. The Professor patted her gently on the back, trying to calm her down. From the corner of his eye, he could see some eyes staring into the room, wondering what was going on. The Professor stopped them from coming into the room at the moment by a simple hand gesture. He couldn't just rush into things, as he just found out.

"There, there Blossom. It's right." Assured the Professor. "There's nothing to be afraid of. You don't have to worry about the killer. He completely disappeared after that night."

Blossom bit her lip. There was no way she was going to tell the Professor what she knew, not yet. She didn't even believe it herself. From what she could remember, Bubbles and Buttercup were trying to turn to a life of crime or something, and put the blame on her. But all the details were fuzzy.

"Now, I don't want you thinking about that killer or whether or not you know who it is." The Professor said. "Right now, let's worry about getting you reacquainted with what's happening with Townsville."

"Okay." Lied Blossom, knowing that there was no way that she was going to stop thinking about whom had tried to killed her four years ago. She tried to listen to the Professor and try to confirm her thoughts of the past. Why would her two sisters do that? Why would they want to kill everyone including their own sister? Was what she remembering even true?

"Now, where would you like to start?" Asked the Professor, placing Blossom on his lap. "You've got a lot to catch up on you know. Might as well get a jump at it."

"So Bubbles and Buttercup are dead?" Blossom quickly asked.

The Professor was surprised, then worried about this question. He knew all of this was really hard on Blossom. The doctors found her almost bleed to death, her own two sisters already having done so. But if Blossom wanted to know, then she had to know. Besides, he secretly wanted to get Blossom to remember who the killer was if she knew, so that the villain could be known once and for all.

"Yes Blossom, I'm afraid they both are." He replied quietly. "They are both gone and buried. I'm so sorry. This must be so hard on you."

The Professor heard Blossom sigh unhappily. But in reality, she was sighing in relief. Yes, it was sad her sisters were gone. But it was for the best that the two were gone, for whatever reasons.

"So has somebody been taking care of Townsville then?" Came her next question. "I'm sure there were monster attacks and other big villain attacks."

"My, getting to the biggest and most significant questions, aren't you?" Chuckled the Professor. "In fact, a few months after that Halloween night, there was a HUGE monster attack. It was a giant beast, and nothing could stop it. The army gave it everything they had, but to no avail. At first I tried mixing in the same ingredients I used to make you girls –"

"You brought Bubbles and Buttercup back!?!" Blossom shouted, which strangely sounded like fear instead of rejoicing hope.

"No, I never did try the mixture again. I figured that I better not try and make three Powerpuff Girls, especially if one was still alive. Think of all the problems that could make if another Blossom was made. At this point, the monster was destroying the whole block at home, and I realized it was now or never. I decided that we were doomed anyway, so that the worst I could do was work on the opposite end of the spectrum."

Suddenly it dawned on Blossom what the Professor was getting to. "You DIDN'T?" She gasped.

The Professor slowly nodded, then turned to the doorway. "Boys, you can come in now." He said, giving a gesture for them to enter.

Slowly, three young boys hovered into the room, a few feet above the floor. They were a little shy at first, seeing Blossom in the room. They were slightly taller then Blossom, but had a few identical features. Huge eyes, little bodies, they were dressed in the three colors of the light spectrum, red, green, and blue. Although the Professor smiled caringly towards them, Blossom looked at them with fear in her eyes.

"Professor, the Rowdyruff Boys!?!" She said in alarm.

The one dressed in red hung his head in shame, his red baseball cap dropping off of his hair the same color as Blossom's. The one in green with a black cowlick, however, scoffed at Blossom, rolling his eyes. The blue eyed, blond one just stared at Blossom as if she was some kind of ghost.

"I knew she'd hate us. What a surprise!" Said the green on in a mean voice.

"Well Butch, what do you expect?" Asked the red one. "Our predecessors almost killed her and her sisters."

"Brick's right, you know." The blue one added. "And I'd hate for her to have to attack her own brothers."

"My own WHAT?" Blossom shouted, her hands covering her mouth in shock.

"Now you've done it Boomer." Brick moaned. "I should have known you would be rude like this."

"Well, little sister or not, I'm still convinced of all the facts." Butch grumbled.

"LITTLE sister?" Blossom shouted, backing up into the Professor's arm.

"You know boys, I really didn't want you tossing all of this on Blossom all at once you know." Scolded the Professor.

"We're sorry Dad." The three Rowdyruffs muttered.

"DAD?" Shouted Blossom once again. Jumping out of the Professor's lap, she tried contemplating it all. Her two sisters were dead, quit possibly being the ones who almost killed her. And now she apparently had her worst and most powerful enemies as brothers.

Not sure what to do as she hovered high in the room, Blossom twisted the upper half of her body back and forth to look for a way to escape from reality. That was the only thought going through her mind, and she was listening. As she looked around, she doubled over when a brief, but powerful shot of pain hit her in the gut again. It was over with quickly, but the phantom pain remained.

It was then they hit her, the memories. Those horrible, horrible memories. She saw the killer. She saw it wearing an orange dress like the kind she and her sisters wore. She saw a vile looking pumpkin on its head, a crud and sinister face carved into it. She saw the killer holding a long metal rod, a rod that she could feel in a very close place. Looking down in her memory, she could see her own blood coming from the piecings though her mid section. She could see the killer slowly pulling the pumpkin off her head, reveling –

Not being able to take it anymore, Blossom collapse upon the bed, not being able to take it all in. She saw four pairs of eyes looking down on her. Some with concern, some more with annoyance. Realizing what was going on, the Professor asked the three boys to leave Blossom alone for now. She needed time to adjust. As the boys left a nurse walked in to attend to Blossom who was quivering with shock and fear.

"Why did this have to happen?" Blossom asked herself, her own voice in her head asking, "How am I ever going to live through what I lived through?"


Blossom woke up an hour later in the same room, but under the covers this time. A doctor, a nurse, and the Professor were the only people in the room. But she thought she saw some puff eyes peaking in through the door occasionally. Slowly, she turned her gaze up to the doctor who was busy with an IV as the nurse held an empty bag and an old needle. Gazing at her arm, Blossom saw that the needle that was in her arm was missing. The Professor was watching the two, so nobody had seen her wake up again.

"So, what day is it anyway?" Blossom asked, feeling some of her strength returning. Of course, this made her wonder if she would ever get it all back.

Everybody looked up to Blossom in surprise. Then they smiled, and continued with their work.

"Glad to see you're awake princess." The Professor said, brushing his hand over Blossom's bangs, pushing them out of her eyes. "I'm sorry about that. We just tossed too much at you at once. I know it must be really hard on you."

"Don't worry about it Professor." Blossom chuckled. "It couldn't have given me a heart attack, that part of me is nice and strong. It's my stomach that's not working, right?"

The doctor looked at Blossom, then the Professor who nodded to the man. "Yes Blossom, you're correct. We'll fill you in on everything medically later. To start it off, just take it easy for now."

"Will she be able to get home any time soon?" Asked the Professor, "I mean, she's been here for almost four years."

"Well, I suppose you can." Answered the doctor. "You are a Professor, so you know what to look for."

Before they could go on, there was a knock at the door. Everyone turned to the direction to see who it was. Blossom started to sit up in bed, but the nurse motioned her to continue lying down for the moment. Seeing who it was, the Professor allowed a few familiar faces to come in.

"Hello Blossom, it's good to see you again." Miss Bellum said as she walked into the room with a few others. The Mayor, who always followed his assistant, was snacking on some hospital pudding. Blossom also saw her teacher Miss Keane, as well as all her fellow classmates. Although it took them a while to recognize them all.

"Hey everybody." Blossom happily said as everyone surrounded her bed. "I almost didn't recognize you all for a second."

"Yeah, I guess we've grown a bit since the last time you saw us." Said one of her old classmates, Elmer.

"We've really missed you." Another friend, Molly, said. "I'm really sorry all of this had to happen."

"Well it's all over with now." Assured Miss Keane. "Let's just be happy that Blossom is alive and well with us today."

"Yeah " Blossom meekly replied. She was starting to see that she had more then events to catch up on. Most of her friends were probably in 3rd or maybe even 4th grade by now. She was sadly realizing that she might have to go to Preschool again, even though she would be four years older then everyone else.

"Yes, I too am even glad to see that you are up and running as well." Came a snotty voice from the back of the room. Everyone turned around to see none other then the spoiled brat, Princess Morebucks.

"You Princess?" Chuckled Blossom. "I never thought you would be concerned about anyone other then yourself, especially me of all people."

The dark redheaded girl crossed her arms. "Oh come now, after someone goes though something like that, they are going to be needing all the kindness and help they need."

Blossom was amazed. But perhaps Princess had changed over all these years. She really didn't want to trust Princess at all. It was defiantly not what she would choose to do. As she thought of these things, Hairy Pit walked over to Blossom and whispered in her ear.

"Don't listen to her Blossom. She's just pretending to be nice because she wants to be a Powerpuff Girl now after well . You know."

"I heard that!" Princess shouted, storming over to where everyone was gathered around Blossom. "So what if I am? Townsville needs all the help it can get. I want to be a Powerpuff Girl for Townsville, and for upholding justice. I do not want to be in this for my own ego and glory."

To which, Harry replied, "And she's only saying THAT because she wants to get to know your brother Brick better, know what I mean?"

Several of her old classmates started giggling at this, including the Mayor. Blossom rolled her eyes as Princess started to get really mad. But before she could say anything else, the Professor stepped in.

"Now everyone, let's not worry about anything like that today." He said, gaining everyone's attention. "Right now Blossom needs her rest and to get all checked up to make sure she's okay. I'm sure she wouldn't mind visitors later on though, would you Blossom?"

"No." She said quietly, snuggling herself under the warm sheets some more. "I just have to get used to everything first."

"Well, I hope you get better as soon as possible." Miss Bellum said as she and the others started exiting and waving goodbye. "Everyone is so thankful that you came out all right."

"Really?" Blossom asked, remembering how much Townsville really loved her and her sisters.

"Miss Bellum, I thought –" Began the Mayor before Miss Bellum shushed him. Looking at Blossom, they gave her a reassuring smile, which she returned back. She could hear Princess still arguing with everyone about how she was going to be a Powerpuff Girl, no matter what it took. Blossom chuckles to herself a little when she heard Miss Keane eventually tell her to be quiet after Princess started bragging over her newest super strength suit.

"Now Blossom, let's get you all set up here." The doctor said once Blossom's visitors were gone. "For starters, let's get a fresh IV into your system Blossom."

Blossom shuttered at that comment. She never thought about something like a needle being able to penetrate his Powerpuff tough skin. The only thing she knew of that had that power was the weapons used against her and made her end up in the hospital as it is.

"I don't like needles." She said, shying away from something she felt rather foolish of. "How long will I have to keep using those?"

The doctor looked uneasily at the Professor, who looked back with a concerned look. "Well Blossom," the doctor eventually confessed, "I guess we can start off with a few medical stuff right now."


Deep outside of Townsville sat the tiny suburb of Pokey Oaks. It was a quiet and safe place, which held the home of the Utonium residence. Ironically, the Utonium residence is what kept Townsville quiet and safe in the first place. In all honesty, it was the heart of the city in the form of protection. For many years it hosted powerful defenders of the innocent. And at that moment, that whole family was on their way home.

It had been twenty-four hours since Blossom had come out of her coma. The doctors gave her a clean enough bill to allow her to go home and rest under the supervision of the Professor. She was to refrain from any strenuous work, so as not to agitate her massive injury inside of her. They also had a large supply of medical equipment along with them. Blossom was even dressed in her old attire, pink dress, white stockings, black shoes, red hair bow, and heart shaped hair clip. Of course, it was all larger, seeing as how Blossom had grown during all this time.

During the long car ride home, Blossom sat next to the Professor in silence. Of course, the main reason was because the once dreaded Rowdyruff Boys we sitting the back seats behind her. This was the first time she had seen them since they met after she had waken up. They had flown in silently and helped the Professor carry some stuff out to the car when they left the hospital, trying not to make contact with her.

It had taken a while, but she had learned a little more about them. Butch obviously didn't like her at all. As she held the Professor's hand when they left the hospital, she noticed he was giving her some very nasty glares. Although he was the leader of the Rowdyruffs from the way he directed his, and apparently her, brothers, Brick seemed to be a little embarrassed by her. It was like he was afraid to look at her. And Boomer was stuck in the middle of the two, not really acknowledging her at all but looking like he wanted to. She wanted to trust them, but something in the back of her mind just couldn't let her.

As they approached their home, Blossom looked outside the window at the familiar neighborhood. What she saw filled her heart with a silent dread. All the lawns were decorated by fallen leaves, and most of them had decorations for a certain holiday. It was the 28th, almost Halloween. She realized it was only three days away, and that really bothered her. It was one thing to come back into life after being gone from it for four years, but it's another thing to come back right before the tragic events take place.

Finally, they pulled up into their drive way in front of their house. Blossom looked around and wasn't surprised to see that her home had no decorations for Halloween out. She also looked around to make sure there wasn't anybody lurking in the bushes. Sure, she had seen the bushes surrounding her home at least a million times before, but this was more involuntary then a planned inspection. But there were times, like now, when you just had that feeling. It was that feeling of dread deep from the pit of your stomach that could not be convinced that there wasn't someone hiding in that shadow.

"Well, here we are. Home sweet home." Said the Professor, turning off the car and turning around to face everyone in the vehicle. Blossom looked up at the big white building, then smiled contently. The Professor was right. It really was home sweet home. The familiar sight filled her with so much relief that for a moment she completely forgot about her life that was bogging her down.

"Boys, could you help bring everything in while I show Blossom the house?" The Professor asked, as he slowly got out of the car with the help of his cane. "It may be the same house, but some things have changes over the years."

Butch was about to make some rude comment, based on the look of his face, but Brick held him back. "Sure thing Dad. We'll try and keep out of your way until we all start getting used to things again, right?"

Boomer agreed. Butch sneered at him. Blossom glared at all three of them. How could've the Professor done this to her? She knew that someone had to have protected Townsville from all the things she and her sisters defeated. But didn't he think of how this would effect her? Well, hopefully now some of these questions and more would be answered as the Professor leaded her into the house.

Once they got in through the doorframe, Blossom took a good look around. Things looked almost the same as they did, as hard as she could remember. There were more pictures on the walls, more books on the selves, and different coats of paint on the walls. As the Professor lead her around the first floor of the house and explaining everything about it, Blossom noticed it was all pretty much the same as she remembered it. In fact, the only difference she saw was that there was a computer in once corner of the living room.

But then came the upstairs. Blossom could sense that some things had changed as she grew ever nearer to where she had once lived. And her senses were right. The door to her and her sisters' room was open, and she could tell that it wasn't there room anymore. Three small beds had replaced the single large bed, and the room was full of completely different toys. It was obvious that it was now the Rowdyruff Boys' room.

"As you can see." The Professor said. "I had to make room for your older brothers, so we –"

"Don't you mean younger?" Blossom finally asking a big question on her mind. "I mean, I was made first, so should I be their older sister?"

The Professor smiled, as if this was a little bit of a joke to him. "Yes, I thought that would be the case myself. But based on their physical and mental makeup, they are not only your brothers, but they are older. My only I can think of is that it's based on the creator, which in both cases would be me."

"I guess." Mumbled Blossom.

"I know you don't trust them at all." The Professor bluntly stated. "Their predecessors did, in fact, try to kill you and your sisters. However, they don't remember that at all. It's like it wasn't even them."

"Dad, where do you want this stuff?"

Blossom and the Professor turned to see Brick. He was holding a bunch of medial supplies, IV bags, and surgical tools locked up in a silver box for some reason. Blossom grumbled to herself at the sight of her enemy turned relative. This seemed to only make him shy away even more. Well, good for him!

"Just put them in Blossom's room." He instructed. "I'll get them set up. You and your brothers head downstairs and get the table set. I'll make dinner when I get down there."

Brick nodded and flew down the hall, past the Professor's room and went into the last one down the hall. They could hear him place the equipment on the ground. Then he zipped out of the room and flew downstairs.

"I take it that's my room?" Asked Blossom.

"Yes it is." The Professor said. "You go in there and take a look around. I'll be back in a sec after I wash up. Okay princess?"

"Uhm I would actually prefer it if you didn't call me princess, if you know what I mean."

The Professor chuckled, then scuffed up Blossom's hair a bit. "That I do. Sorry about that. Be back in a second."

The Professor turned around and went into the bathroom at the other end of the hall. Blossom slowly floated and looked inside the last door. Inside was a small room with pink walls and a single bed. She recognized most of her old things, as well as the equipment Brick had brought in. On one wall was the bed, another her vainity mirror, and the third a dresser and box of her old stuff. It was all familiar things, yet she felt like she hardly knew them.

Sighing unhappily and sat on the bed. She felt tired, even though she was asleep for almost four years. She chuckled to herself, thinking about being able to skip sleeping for a few years because of all the rest she had gotten. In fact, she still had a few questions about that.

Blossom took a good look around the room, realizing that this was her room. Her old room was gone. Her old friends had grown up. Her whole life was different. Frankly, she was wondering how in the world she was going to handle it all, especially since it seemed she would never fully heal. Although there was much tension in the household, Blossom felt strangely safe by herself in a room designated "hers". She only hoped that this was not a false sense of security.


Where as good intentions where going on one side of Townsville, on another were some of quite the opposite. A group of five disgusting, rude, obnoxious, good-for-nothing punks were roaming the streets at night. Now, Townsville was a city that sleeps. So every evening the entire would seamingly shut down, and everyone would go get rest at the same time. These five individuals frequently would take advantage of this, using this time of night to pull pranks and other acts of vandalism. These five were non-other then the Gangreen Gang.

"So Ace," hissed the snake like member of the gang, whom they called snake, "What are we going to do tonight?"

"I dunno." The gang's leader, Ace, said. "We'z could be doing plenty of stuff tonight. Sometimes I think dat's the hardest part about being the Gangreen Gang. So many evil things to do, so little time."

The rest of the gang laughed in agreement. The largest, and least intelligent, Big Billy laughed a little too long, till the smallest member, Arturo, smacked him across the head. The strangest of the gang, Grubber, just drooled.

"Ace, Ace, I hear there's a new store opening up a few blocks away!" Arturo said, jumping up and down in joy.

"A new place, eh?" Snickered Ace. "Well, then I thinks we're gonna have to give them a nice and friendly welcome to the neighborhood!"

The gang understood that, and got ready some spray paint and toilet paper. Giggling like mad, all five of them immediately started skittering towards their destination. All was going well in their happy little lives, if you call making a mess out of everything a life. But just as they were turning the corner, they had to come to a stop so sudden that they fell all over each other.

"Hey! Shrimp!" Ace shouted, pushing Billy's huge mass off of him. "What do you think you're doing standing there in the middle of the sidewalk?"

The figure said nothing. All it did was just stand there. This only made Ace more furious then before. He struggled to stand up, but was still trapped under the other scrambling gang members.

The figure watched this struggle to simply stand up with glee. Yes it quickly grew tired of this jungle pile of person game. So it did what it intended to do, and it drew out its weapons. The Gangreen gang stared with wide eyes, and if anyone else in Townsville were still awake, they would have heard several screams erupting from the empty streets. Several other unnatural crunching and splashing sounds would also join this sound of screaming, until silence filled the city once again.

End of Part One