Disclaimer: Same as chapter 1. I hope whoever's reading this is enjoying it. They'll be more action later, so just be patient with me. This will get better. Oh, and for you Sly Cooper fans, they'll play bigger parts later into the story.







Chapter 3 (Horror comes alive!)







The yellow eyes continued to concentrate on the departed group. The evil man who owned the yellow eyes chuckled a cruel chuckle to himself. The man snapped his fingers and in a in a swirl of dark magic energy that enveloped him, reappeared in a huge cemetery a mile behind the theater on the outskirts of the city.

"Heh, heh." The man laughed to himself.

Sticking to the shadows, the demon worked his way to the center of the cemetery. He then unsheathed his huge broadsword, witch began to glow black and purple along the blade with it's charge of magic energy. Then, with a loud "Ha!" he plunged the sword into the ground. The ground rippled around him due to the force of the swords blow. He waited a few seconds. He looked at the nearest grave. A thin, white, bony hand crawled up though its burial mound. He looked all around. Every grave in the cemetery was beginning to churn as the dead began work their way to the surface.

"Perfect." the man said to himself. He then proceeded to do the same magic curse that had brought him to the cemetery. He reappeared on the top of the theater, only this time, there were seven other pairs of eyes along with his. Watching and waiting.

"Ready for the fun?" the dark man said to his bad person comrades in his dark drawling voice.

"Sure." Replied a certain robotic owl.



Meanwhile, outside the restaurant, Fox stopped Krystal from going inside.

"Hey, what's the big idea?" She scowled at him.

"I'm freakin' starvin'.

" Close your eyes." Fox hinted with a little excitement in his voice.

"Yeah...sure." She replied nervously. "We sure did walk he slow. Either he doesn't like Italian food, or he's planin' something." Krystal thought to herself as she closed them.

Fox led her in through the door.

"SURPRISE!!!" the screams hit her like a hammer.

"Fox, I-I" she gasped.

The Italian restaurant had been turned into an Italian party hall.

Sly, Carmelita, Falco, Bentley, and even Murray were sitting at the largest table available.

"Hey guys!" She hollered.

They all gave a friendly wave.

"You like?" Fox asked her Merrily.

"Like? I love it baby!" she squealed as she hugged him so tight he couldn't breathe.

"Krys ...I ... can't ... breathe." He gasped.

"Oh, sorry." she laughed.

"Yo, wazzup homies?" an Italian accent called out to her.

"Bill? What're you doing' here?" she called out.

" I own this restaurant." He replied as he walked into her field of view. As he did, she fell to the floor, along with Fox, laughing so hard she cried.

Bill Grey, one of Fox's friends, new teammate, and the restaurants owner looked like some husky wanna-be black rapper. He wore a pair of black jeans that hung so low below his waist that a pair of polka-dot boxers were visible. His old army pilot shirt, was replaced with a smiley face t-shirt. He replaced his pilot helmet with a white reversed baseball cap. He still wore his sunglasses though.

"Bill, are you... okay?" Fox and Krystal asked him with astonishment on there faces. They continued to talk to Bill after the shock died down.

Meanwhile, Sly noticed him and said to Carmelita

"Is he alright? He's an ex-army pilot? Shouldn't he get help or something?

"He is, but it isn't helping."Carmelita Replied Flatly.

"Yeah, Katt told me the same thing." Falco said.

"Katt?" Sly asked.

"An.... old friend. She went for a walk. She'll be back soon." Falco added.

"Hey, lovers! Cut the cake so we can all eat!" Carmelita hollered in Krystal and Fox's direction. Cheers of agreement rose from the crowd.

"Alright, alright." Krystal and Fox said with a laugh in unison

Bill rolled out a huge, chocolate, three-layered cake. Fox and Krystal both cut one piece and fed one another gently. They needed the practice, as they were getting married in 5 months.

As everyone else started to eat, a pink cat with a burst in the doorway wearing a pair of old worn jeans and a yellow shirt. Fear clearly expressed on her face.

"Katt, are you alright." Falco asked.

Katt ran into Falco arms.

"Dead... cemetery... walking... coming this way." She gasped between breathes. She had obviously ran all the way there.

"Come again?" Falco asked.

Katt caught her breath and told him what she saw. An army of zombies was heading in this direction.

"That's impossible." Said Bentley as-a-matter-of-factly. "The dead do not resurrect themselves."

"Could happen. Remember Mz. Ruby's lair?" asked Sly.

" Ugh! Don't remind me." Bentley replied.

"But SHE resurrected those souls." Carmelita argued.

"Yeah!" Murray added. " It's physically impossible. As Bentley would say" He said as he gave his best imitation o Bentley.

"Har, Har." Bentley replied smuggly.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" the moans from outside came.

"What was that, Fox?" Krystal said as she clung feafully to him.

"Can't say." he replied nervously.

"Well, we'd best be a findin' out, then, might we?" Bill said.

"Yeah, lets go get our asses eaten by zombies, yeah that's a great idea." Sly replied angrily.

A group of figures approached the windows.

Carmelita pulled out her shock pistol and cocked it.

Fox and Krystal Produced a couple of laser pistols each and cocked them. Sly readied his cane.

Then, with a loud smash, 30 corpses burst into the restaurant.