ME: (Is barricading the doors and windows of her castle.) MWAHAHAHAHA!
Let's see Trogdor get me now!
CHIBI GARET: (Sweatdrop.) Uhh, Empress?
ME: What do you want?
CHIBI GARET: Who's Trogdor?
ME: He's the Burniator from Homestar Runner.com. Triad Orion and Jenna have set him on me because I asked to 'borrow' Garet.
CHIBI GARET: Oh.
CHIBI CHAO: That's not weird at all.
ME: Yeah well, help me shut this door properly or we'll all die.
CHIBI GARET: Tch, fine. (Welds the door shut.)
ME: Meanwhile, someone do the disclaimer!
BLAH BLAH BLAH, GOLDEN SUN. BLAH BLAH BAH BLAH BLAH, DRAGON EMPRESS BLAH DOESN'T OWN IT. BLAH BLAH BLAH WAFFLES, BLAH BLAH DINOSAURS, BLAH TOAST.
Me: Heh heh heh, on with the chapter!
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"So Garet, when's the big day exactly" Isaac asked, leaning forward on the table that yesterday, his best friend in the whole world spent most of his day hiding under.
Garet shrugged. "Dunno. I think I'm just gonna let Jenna go ahead and organise everything. She looks like she knows what she's doing."
"Tch, knowing Jenna she's been planning this since she was five years old or something."
"Yeah, probably."
Isaac scratched his knuckle absently, and then said, "How did you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Y'know, get the courage to ask her something like that? I mean, I can't even tell Mia how I feel about her, never mind ask her to marry me."
"Hey, don't worry about it, Isaac. You've still got today to do it. Be a man!" Garet grinned and swung on the back two legs of his chair. "It's not so hard."
"You make it sound so easy. I mean, what if she says no?"
"It's easy! Isaac, you've just got to grit your teeth and."
"Hi, guys!" Mia, Sheba and Jenna entered the kitchen, arms laden with heavy- looking shopping bags. Garet stopped talking immediately and tried to swing back on the chair. But unfortunately for him, he was a little too heavy and the chair legs snapped under his weight, sending him tumbling onto the floor. "God dammit!"
"Oh, Garet!" Jenna dropped the stuff she was carrying and rushed over to her new fiancé. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Stupid chair." He got to his feet and booted the broken chair. "Piece of crap. I tell you, never, ever trust my father to make furniture!"
"You sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine, Jenna. You think I'm gonna get myself killed before we get married? Heh, think for a minute about just who it is I'm marrying. I wouldn't dare!"
She mock-glared at him for a second and then kissed him quickly. "Just as well."
Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Isaac was fake throwing up into a bucket, while Mia and Sheba watched on in amusement.
"Don't they just make you sick?" The blonde Venus adept muttered in disgust. "Oh, Garet! Are you alright, I was so worried! I thought maybe that fall would destroy the few brain cells you have left!" He mimicked in a high voice.
Jenna shot him a death-glare. "Watch it, Isaac. Or you won't live to be best man."
"Alright, alright. I'm sorry." He put the bucket down and stood up. "Come on, Garet. We've got very important things to do today."
"We have?"
"Yes. Now come on."
"Oh, alright then." Garet kissed Jenna once more and then followed Isaac out the back door. "Bye, Jenna."
She grabbed his hand. "Do you have to go?"
"Looks like it."
"Aw. I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you more."
"No way, I'll miss you more!"
"Nuh uh! I will most definitely miss you more!"
"Come on, Garet!" Isaac re-entered the kitchen, looking absolutely revolted, and grabbed his friend's left arm. "You can do disgustingly cute things with your fiancée later!"
"You're just jealous."
"Of you? Not a chance my friend."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Now let's go!"
Garet said goodbye to Jenna one more time before following Isaac out into the brilliant sunshine.
"So, what's so important I can't spend my Saturday with Jenna?" Garet demanded as son as they were out of earshot of the kitchen.
Isaac motioned for him to shut up and pulled a little, black book out of his backpack, which he still had an annoying habit of carrying around with him. Garet stared at the book blankly.
"What's that?"
"Ssh! It's...it's Ivan's diary." The Venus adept whispered.
Garet's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "You're kidding!" He exclaimed, grinning broadly.
"No, I'm serious. I stole it off him yesterday."
"Way to go, Isaac! Let me have a look then."
Isaac pulled the book out of his friend's reach. "Not out here. Wait 'till we get back to my house."
"Oh, okay."
The pair arrived at Isaac's house about three minutes later. They hurried up the stairs to his bedroom and locked the door.
"Right. Show me the diary now, Isaac!" Garet said, excitedly. His friend handed it to him and he opened it and began to flick through the pages. "Heh heh heh, he still sleeps with a teddy bear!"
"I know!"
"Oh, and what's this? Sheba...another little thing about Sheba...Sheba...Sheba doesn't love me. Oh, boo hoo." He grinned wickedly. "Isaac, this stuff is gold!"
"Yeah, I know! Brilliant, huh?"
"Absolutely."
"Hey, check out the latest entry."
"Alright." Garet flipped through the pages again. "Da da da, Sheba, Sheba...Jenna!? What the Hell?! He think she's a pyromaniac!"
"Well, in all fairness..."
"I know, I know. Given the chance, the woman would burn anything and everything on the face of the Earth."
Isaac nodded. "Nice to see you've come to terms with it."
"Well, I'm not exactly a saint when it come to playing with fire myself."
"Damn, you two really are perfect for each other, aren't you?"
"Heh heh heh." Garet scratched the back of his neck and grinned widely. "Yeah."
Isaac shook his head and smiled at his best friend. It was amazing how Jenna had the ability to turn the big, brash Mars adept into a pathetic, hopeless-romantic. Hell, when Garet got like this, you could maybe even start to call him normal.
No, scratch that. What's normal about being in love?
"Uhh, Isaac. Hello? You still in there?"
Isaac snapped out of his musings instantly. "Wha-what?"
"I said, what are we going to do with the diary? I say we use it blackmail Ivan."
"My thoughts exactly."
Along the corridor, in Ivan's room:
The young Jupiter adept lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly. The calm façade of a troubled mind.
He was so screwed.
It was yesterday that his diary was stolen from him, and it still hadn't been returned. Isaac had surely shown it to the others by now.
He was so screwed...but I've already told you that, so...
"Hey, Ivan!" The bedroom door burst open violently, and Garet and Isaac strode in. The former looked positively delighted about something, and that was worrying in itself. Since when was Garet this happy?
Ivan's eyes narrowed as they set themselves on the Mars adept. "What are you so cheerful about?"
"Ah, my good man, you're behind the times!" Garet said, looking even more pleased after being asked the question. "Y'see, yesterday I did something that I'm very proud of..."
"Get to the point, Garet." Isaac said irritably, from where he was standing in the doorway. "We're not here so you can deliver the news."
"Tch, fine. Spoilsport." He glared briefly at the Venus adept, and then turned his attention back to Ivan. "I asked Jenna to marry me. Great, huh?"
"What? Really?! Yeah, that is pretty great, Garet. Congratulations."
"Why, thank you. But now, seeing as the pleasantries out of the way, I'm afraid I 'm going to have to step back and let Isaac verbally poison your fragile mind and steal information for his own well being and sanity. It is his speciality afterall."
Once again, Ivan mentally cursed Garet's new dictionary.
"Damn straight, Garet." Isaac said, finally entering the room and shutting the door behind him. "So let's get down to business." He took the diary out from behind his back. Ivan made a grab for it, but the slightly taller adept managed to keep it successfully out of reach.
"Isaac! Give me that!"
"Not, not yet. So sit down or I'll let Garet finish what he started with the huge pair of scissors my mother uses to cut bushes in the garden."
Ivan went pale and pulled the Lure cap tighter around his ears. He still couldn't find a better hat, even after spending all yesterday morning searching. It was extremely frustrating. And embarrassing.
Further proof that Garet's future career does not lie in the barber industry.
Ivan sat down on the bed.
"There's a good boy."
"Don't patronize me."
"Oh, but I will. And unless you wan the contents of the diary..."
"It's not a diary! It's a journal of my thoughts."
"Sure it is. Now, like I was saying, unless you want the contents of this diary pasted all over the streets of Vale, you'd better behave yourself."
"As in how?"
"Well, you remember when we kidnapped you and cut off almost all your hair? Yup? Good, 'cos the rules are the same. No more jokes, sly comments, or whatever you think they are about anything concerning Mia and myself. Alright?"
"Yes!"
Isaac nodded. "Good. Now, here is your diary." He handed the book over to Ivan, who snatched it and held it tightly.
"I knew you'd give it back!" He exclaimed happily, and then sobered quickly. "Now get out, I've got yesterday's entry to write as well as today's."
"Hmph, some gratitude..." Garet began.
"Out!"
"Fine, fine. We're going!"
As the pair made their way out of Ivan's bedroom, the door slammed behind then sharply.
Garet leaned against the doorframe and said, "Well, that wasn't as satisfying as I thought it's be. You let him off lightly there, Isaac."
"Oh, don't be so sure." From his belt, Isaac produced several rolled up bits of paper that looked that they'd been torn out of a book. "I kept all the best bits."
"Why, Isaac, I didn't know you had it in you. Pure genius! Evil genius sure, but still genius!" The Mars adept rubbed his hands eagerly. "So, what are you gonna do with them?"
"Ooh, how about we stick them up somewhere where everybody can see them."
"Like where?"
"Like on shop doors down in the plaza?"
"And in their windows!"
"Yeah!" Isaac laughed evilly, which rated extremely high on the 'damn-scary things' scale.
Well, in Garet's opinion it did anyway. Usually the rules said, Garet=evil, Isaac=good. But recently, man, Isaac had really gone off the handle. Just how desperate was he to get Mia to stay in Vale?
How far was he gonna go to get back at Ivan?
"Hey dopey, come on, we don't have all day!"
"Y'wha...?" Garet said, still caught up in his thoughts. (That's pretty scary too. I mean, since when did Garet think?!)
"I said, come on. Let's get moving. Get your arse in gear, that sort of thing. In other words, let's go! These things won't stick themselves all over Vale, now will they?"
"You never know, they might..." Garet muttered, grinning at Isaac, who just rolled his eyes and looked annoyed.
"Garet, don't force me to Ragnarok you into next year." He warned. "'Cos I've not had the best temper recently..."
"Really?! Mars, I never even noticed! Wow, let me stop to thank you for telling me this absolutely astounding piece of news!"
Now that's sarcasm.
Unfortunately, Isaac was far from amused and gave Garet an extremely harsh glare that reminded him that the offer of being Ragnarok-ed into next year was still standing.
"Yeah, you're right. Let's go." The Mars adept said quickly.
"We can't do it now. It's broad daylight!"
"Then when?"
"Tonight, when everyone's asleep. That way we can give Ivan a nice surprise in the morning." Isaac's eyes shone with an evil gleam that made the colour drain from his best friend's face.
Psycho Isaac.
Extremely disturbing.
Much, much later:
It was almost midnight, and a quiet darkness had long descended upon the sleepy town. Not a soul moved in the streets.
Well, except for two...
"You're late." The man said, squinting into the blackness as the second man appeared.
"Sorry. I was, erm, busy." The second man said, glancing around wildly. "You're sure we wont get caught?" He asked.
The other nodded. "Relax. We'll get this done quickly, and then you can go back to your...business." He smirked in satisfaction as his companion spluttered in embarrassment.
"It's not what you think."
"Sure it's not."
"Look, are we here to talk, or to get this...insane stunt of yours over and done with?"
"A little bit of both, if that's what you want."
"Shut up. I want to go to bed, I'm really, really tired."
"Oh, I'm sure you are."
"Shut up!"
"Fine, fine, be boring. Let's just do this thing. Did you bring the glue?"
"Of course."
"Well then, let's get to work."
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ME: Ah, that was a long chapter. Quite funny though. I enjoyed writing this one.
CHIBI CHAO: As much as you're enjoying the last chapter?
ME: Oh no, that one's gonna be great! And even longer than this one, lot's happening on Sunday. I mean, what's Isaac going to do when he realises that his need for revenge over Ivan has left him with no days left to tell Mia how he feels.
CHIBI GARET: MWAHAHAHAHA! I love it when you make Isaac suffer!
ME: Yes, it is rather fun. But anyway, you all better make sure you review, or you'll never see what happens next. Oh, it's gonna be good!
There is a knock at the main door.
ME: Wha...? Just who could that be?
CHIBI JENNA: Make the boys go get it! (*Cough, cough. Famous last words.*)
CHIBI CHAO: Oh, fine. Come on, Garet. (They open the door.)
TROGDOR: ROAR!
ME: Oh, no...
CHIBI GARET: (Sweatdrop.) Uhh, Empress?
ME: What do you want?
CHIBI GARET: Who's Trogdor?
ME: He's the Burniator from Homestar Runner.com. Triad Orion and Jenna have set him on me because I asked to 'borrow' Garet.
CHIBI GARET: Oh.
CHIBI CHAO: That's not weird at all.
ME: Yeah well, help me shut this door properly or we'll all die.
CHIBI GARET: Tch, fine. (Welds the door shut.)
ME: Meanwhile, someone do the disclaimer!
BLAH BLAH BLAH, GOLDEN SUN. BLAH BLAH BAH BLAH BLAH, DRAGON EMPRESS BLAH DOESN'T OWN IT. BLAH BLAH BLAH WAFFLES, BLAH BLAH DINOSAURS, BLAH TOAST.
Me: Heh heh heh, on with the chapter!
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"So Garet, when's the big day exactly" Isaac asked, leaning forward on the table that yesterday, his best friend in the whole world spent most of his day hiding under.
Garet shrugged. "Dunno. I think I'm just gonna let Jenna go ahead and organise everything. She looks like she knows what she's doing."
"Tch, knowing Jenna she's been planning this since she was five years old or something."
"Yeah, probably."
Isaac scratched his knuckle absently, and then said, "How did you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Y'know, get the courage to ask her something like that? I mean, I can't even tell Mia how I feel about her, never mind ask her to marry me."
"Hey, don't worry about it, Isaac. You've still got today to do it. Be a man!" Garet grinned and swung on the back two legs of his chair. "It's not so hard."
"You make it sound so easy. I mean, what if she says no?"
"It's easy! Isaac, you've just got to grit your teeth and."
"Hi, guys!" Mia, Sheba and Jenna entered the kitchen, arms laden with heavy- looking shopping bags. Garet stopped talking immediately and tried to swing back on the chair. But unfortunately for him, he was a little too heavy and the chair legs snapped under his weight, sending him tumbling onto the floor. "God dammit!"
"Oh, Garet!" Jenna dropped the stuff she was carrying and rushed over to her new fiancé. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Stupid chair." He got to his feet and booted the broken chair. "Piece of crap. I tell you, never, ever trust my father to make furniture!"
"You sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine, Jenna. You think I'm gonna get myself killed before we get married? Heh, think for a minute about just who it is I'm marrying. I wouldn't dare!"
She mock-glared at him for a second and then kissed him quickly. "Just as well."
Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Isaac was fake throwing up into a bucket, while Mia and Sheba watched on in amusement.
"Don't they just make you sick?" The blonde Venus adept muttered in disgust. "Oh, Garet! Are you alright, I was so worried! I thought maybe that fall would destroy the few brain cells you have left!" He mimicked in a high voice.
Jenna shot him a death-glare. "Watch it, Isaac. Or you won't live to be best man."
"Alright, alright. I'm sorry." He put the bucket down and stood up. "Come on, Garet. We've got very important things to do today."
"We have?"
"Yes. Now come on."
"Oh, alright then." Garet kissed Jenna once more and then followed Isaac out the back door. "Bye, Jenna."
She grabbed his hand. "Do you have to go?"
"Looks like it."
"Aw. I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you more."
"No way, I'll miss you more!"
"Nuh uh! I will most definitely miss you more!"
"Come on, Garet!" Isaac re-entered the kitchen, looking absolutely revolted, and grabbed his friend's left arm. "You can do disgustingly cute things with your fiancée later!"
"You're just jealous."
"Of you? Not a chance my friend."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Now let's go!"
Garet said goodbye to Jenna one more time before following Isaac out into the brilliant sunshine.
"So, what's so important I can't spend my Saturday with Jenna?" Garet demanded as son as they were out of earshot of the kitchen.
Isaac motioned for him to shut up and pulled a little, black book out of his backpack, which he still had an annoying habit of carrying around with him. Garet stared at the book blankly.
"What's that?"
"Ssh! It's...it's Ivan's diary." The Venus adept whispered.
Garet's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "You're kidding!" He exclaimed, grinning broadly.
"No, I'm serious. I stole it off him yesterday."
"Way to go, Isaac! Let me have a look then."
Isaac pulled the book out of his friend's reach. "Not out here. Wait 'till we get back to my house."
"Oh, okay."
The pair arrived at Isaac's house about three minutes later. They hurried up the stairs to his bedroom and locked the door.
"Right. Show me the diary now, Isaac!" Garet said, excitedly. His friend handed it to him and he opened it and began to flick through the pages. "Heh heh heh, he still sleeps with a teddy bear!"
"I know!"
"Oh, and what's this? Sheba...another little thing about Sheba...Sheba...Sheba doesn't love me. Oh, boo hoo." He grinned wickedly. "Isaac, this stuff is gold!"
"Yeah, I know! Brilliant, huh?"
"Absolutely."
"Hey, check out the latest entry."
"Alright." Garet flipped through the pages again. "Da da da, Sheba, Sheba...Jenna!? What the Hell?! He think she's a pyromaniac!"
"Well, in all fairness..."
"I know, I know. Given the chance, the woman would burn anything and everything on the face of the Earth."
Isaac nodded. "Nice to see you've come to terms with it."
"Well, I'm not exactly a saint when it come to playing with fire myself."
"Damn, you two really are perfect for each other, aren't you?"
"Heh heh heh." Garet scratched the back of his neck and grinned widely. "Yeah."
Isaac shook his head and smiled at his best friend. It was amazing how Jenna had the ability to turn the big, brash Mars adept into a pathetic, hopeless-romantic. Hell, when Garet got like this, you could maybe even start to call him normal.
No, scratch that. What's normal about being in love?
"Uhh, Isaac. Hello? You still in there?"
Isaac snapped out of his musings instantly. "Wha-what?"
"I said, what are we going to do with the diary? I say we use it blackmail Ivan."
"My thoughts exactly."
Along the corridor, in Ivan's room:
The young Jupiter adept lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly. The calm façade of a troubled mind.
He was so screwed.
It was yesterday that his diary was stolen from him, and it still hadn't been returned. Isaac had surely shown it to the others by now.
He was so screwed...but I've already told you that, so...
"Hey, Ivan!" The bedroom door burst open violently, and Garet and Isaac strode in. The former looked positively delighted about something, and that was worrying in itself. Since when was Garet this happy?
Ivan's eyes narrowed as they set themselves on the Mars adept. "What are you so cheerful about?"
"Ah, my good man, you're behind the times!" Garet said, looking even more pleased after being asked the question. "Y'see, yesterday I did something that I'm very proud of..."
"Get to the point, Garet." Isaac said irritably, from where he was standing in the doorway. "We're not here so you can deliver the news."
"Tch, fine. Spoilsport." He glared briefly at the Venus adept, and then turned his attention back to Ivan. "I asked Jenna to marry me. Great, huh?"
"What? Really?! Yeah, that is pretty great, Garet. Congratulations."
"Why, thank you. But now, seeing as the pleasantries out of the way, I'm afraid I 'm going to have to step back and let Isaac verbally poison your fragile mind and steal information for his own well being and sanity. It is his speciality afterall."
Once again, Ivan mentally cursed Garet's new dictionary.
"Damn straight, Garet." Isaac said, finally entering the room and shutting the door behind him. "So let's get down to business." He took the diary out from behind his back. Ivan made a grab for it, but the slightly taller adept managed to keep it successfully out of reach.
"Isaac! Give me that!"
"Not, not yet. So sit down or I'll let Garet finish what he started with the huge pair of scissors my mother uses to cut bushes in the garden."
Ivan went pale and pulled the Lure cap tighter around his ears. He still couldn't find a better hat, even after spending all yesterday morning searching. It was extremely frustrating. And embarrassing.
Further proof that Garet's future career does not lie in the barber industry.
Ivan sat down on the bed.
"There's a good boy."
"Don't patronize me."
"Oh, but I will. And unless you wan the contents of the diary..."
"It's not a diary! It's a journal of my thoughts."
"Sure it is. Now, like I was saying, unless you want the contents of this diary pasted all over the streets of Vale, you'd better behave yourself."
"As in how?"
"Well, you remember when we kidnapped you and cut off almost all your hair? Yup? Good, 'cos the rules are the same. No more jokes, sly comments, or whatever you think they are about anything concerning Mia and myself. Alright?"
"Yes!"
Isaac nodded. "Good. Now, here is your diary." He handed the book over to Ivan, who snatched it and held it tightly.
"I knew you'd give it back!" He exclaimed happily, and then sobered quickly. "Now get out, I've got yesterday's entry to write as well as today's."
"Hmph, some gratitude..." Garet began.
"Out!"
"Fine, fine. We're going!"
As the pair made their way out of Ivan's bedroom, the door slammed behind then sharply.
Garet leaned against the doorframe and said, "Well, that wasn't as satisfying as I thought it's be. You let him off lightly there, Isaac."
"Oh, don't be so sure." From his belt, Isaac produced several rolled up bits of paper that looked that they'd been torn out of a book. "I kept all the best bits."
"Why, Isaac, I didn't know you had it in you. Pure genius! Evil genius sure, but still genius!" The Mars adept rubbed his hands eagerly. "So, what are you gonna do with them?"
"Ooh, how about we stick them up somewhere where everybody can see them."
"Like where?"
"Like on shop doors down in the plaza?"
"And in their windows!"
"Yeah!" Isaac laughed evilly, which rated extremely high on the 'damn-scary things' scale.
Well, in Garet's opinion it did anyway. Usually the rules said, Garet=evil, Isaac=good. But recently, man, Isaac had really gone off the handle. Just how desperate was he to get Mia to stay in Vale?
How far was he gonna go to get back at Ivan?
"Hey dopey, come on, we don't have all day!"
"Y'wha...?" Garet said, still caught up in his thoughts. (That's pretty scary too. I mean, since when did Garet think?!)
"I said, come on. Let's get moving. Get your arse in gear, that sort of thing. In other words, let's go! These things won't stick themselves all over Vale, now will they?"
"You never know, they might..." Garet muttered, grinning at Isaac, who just rolled his eyes and looked annoyed.
"Garet, don't force me to Ragnarok you into next year." He warned. "'Cos I've not had the best temper recently..."
"Really?! Mars, I never even noticed! Wow, let me stop to thank you for telling me this absolutely astounding piece of news!"
Now that's sarcasm.
Unfortunately, Isaac was far from amused and gave Garet an extremely harsh glare that reminded him that the offer of being Ragnarok-ed into next year was still standing.
"Yeah, you're right. Let's go." The Mars adept said quickly.
"We can't do it now. It's broad daylight!"
"Then when?"
"Tonight, when everyone's asleep. That way we can give Ivan a nice surprise in the morning." Isaac's eyes shone with an evil gleam that made the colour drain from his best friend's face.
Psycho Isaac.
Extremely disturbing.
Much, much later:
It was almost midnight, and a quiet darkness had long descended upon the sleepy town. Not a soul moved in the streets.
Well, except for two...
"You're late." The man said, squinting into the blackness as the second man appeared.
"Sorry. I was, erm, busy." The second man said, glancing around wildly. "You're sure we wont get caught?" He asked.
The other nodded. "Relax. We'll get this done quickly, and then you can go back to your...business." He smirked in satisfaction as his companion spluttered in embarrassment.
"It's not what you think."
"Sure it's not."
"Look, are we here to talk, or to get this...insane stunt of yours over and done with?"
"A little bit of both, if that's what you want."
"Shut up. I want to go to bed, I'm really, really tired."
"Oh, I'm sure you are."
"Shut up!"
"Fine, fine, be boring. Let's just do this thing. Did you bring the glue?"
"Of course."
"Well then, let's get to work."
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ME: Ah, that was a long chapter. Quite funny though. I enjoyed writing this one.
CHIBI CHAO: As much as you're enjoying the last chapter?
ME: Oh no, that one's gonna be great! And even longer than this one, lot's happening on Sunday. I mean, what's Isaac going to do when he realises that his need for revenge over Ivan has left him with no days left to tell Mia how he feels.
CHIBI GARET: MWAHAHAHAHA! I love it when you make Isaac suffer!
ME: Yes, it is rather fun. But anyway, you all better make sure you review, or you'll never see what happens next. Oh, it's gonna be good!
There is a knock at the main door.
ME: Wha...? Just who could that be?
CHIBI JENNA: Make the boys go get it! (*Cough, cough. Famous last words.*)
CHIBI CHAO: Oh, fine. Come on, Garet. (They open the door.)
TROGDOR: ROAR!
ME: Oh, no...
