FASH: Here's chapter number three! I hope you're all enjoying this so far!

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Tyson was exploring the manor, trying to figure out the map which was constantly in front of his face, there was one time that he nearly fell down the stairs because he couldn't see.

"Damned map, I hope that once these two weeks are up, I can burn you with my lighter." Tyson then rubbed at his chin in thought. "Or maybe once I get the 'lay of the land' and I figure out where to go, and how to get there, I can burn you then!" He began laughing manically as he walked into a large, very large room.

"Wow…." Tyson looked around, he seemed to be in a ballroom. Although it wasn't exactly as clean and shiny as the one in Cinderella, it was still awesome. "Man, imagine how many people could fit in here." He sat himself on the floor, a little disturbed about how much dust sprung into the air from his action. "That is just unsanitary." He shook his head sadly and quickly dashed out of the room before the dust affected his breathing.

He made his way towards where the map said the 'tower' was, and then he found an old door, so old that when he pushed it open, it fell off its hinges, and then he had to walk up at least ten miles of stairs, well to him it was ten miles, and then there was a little room at the top with four windows, one pointing to each point of the compass. (Oh yea….)

"Well…" Tyson said slowly, trying to regain his breath. "That was a waist of time." He the stomped down the stairs in a fit, thankful that his grandfather made him work out a lot, because he was sure he'd of died by now if he was unfit. "I am going to be bored for two weeks, with nothing to do aren't I?" He glared at the map, eyebrow twitching madly as he growled. "I hate maps."

He walked down the hall, when a door caught his eyes, sure it was just a door, but it had an intricate initial 'J' on it, unlike all the other rooms, which had 'normal, boring' doors, and since Tyson felt he couldn't get mush more bored than he already was, he decided to take a look. He slowly opened the door and entered the room.

Inside was a four poster bed with red sheets, a small self of books, a table and chair, and a portrait hanging over said table. Tyson slowly walked up and examined it. A boy, maybe eighteen, nineteen at the most seemed to be glaring out into the world. He didn't look very happy at all; violet eyes that seemed so lifelike and red hair sticking up in spikes were his features practically begging for attention. Then there was his fine, aristocratic face, Tyson had one thing to say about this guy. "Wow, he was quite a looker." Tyson blushed and quickly covered his mouth, looking around the room for any sign of a camera, and sure enough on top of the bookshelf there was one aimed right at the bed. 'Hopefully it doesn't broadcast sound.' He looked around to see if there were any microphones hiding, and sighed in relief when he found none. "Thank God." He then unfolded the evil piece of paper known as 'The Map' and looked to see whose room he was in.

"Third floor, seventh room to the left of the stairs, two rooms away from the tower was….. Jonathan's room!" He looked back up at the portrait, smirk on his face. "I wouldn't mind having my house haunted by you." He chuckled to himself as he made his way out of the room.

"And now to do something that is sure to provide some sort of entertainment." He scanned the map and grinned happily as his eyes spotted the 'perfect' place. "Down to the dungeon we go."

He made his way down four flights of stairs, going to the right side of the building, and then he came across a dark door, made of black metal, and it sure didn't look very 'user friendly.' He swallowed the lump that had made its way to his throat. "Well, there's no time like the present." He pushed the door open and made his way inside, wishing he had brought a flashlight.

Inside it was dark, and the darkness seemed so think that Tyson could almost feel himself breathing it in as he stepped further and further into the dungeon, he could just make out cells, various torture weapons on the walls, and what looked to be a bunch a shackles. Just being in there gave Tyson the shivers and he turned to get out of the creepy room, only to have the door slam shut in his face, he tried to open it, but the door wouldn't budge, he was locked in!

Tyson's eyes widened in fear as he began screaming at the top of his lungs, whishing that someone would be able to hear him, no matter how impossible that wish seemed to be. "HEEELLPPPP!"

Johnny was gliding through his halls when he heard someone scream, he sighed in annoyance. "Pesky humans, never giving the dead a moments peace. I scare one more guy out of here, and then dozens come back, going all through my property. And now someone's stuck in the dungeon." He stopped in front of the door, yep, the screaming was definitely coming from inside. "Hmm. I wonder if I should just leave the guy in there….." Good Johnny and Bad Johnny fought for a moment (Imagine the little angel and demon on the shoulder routine.) but good Johnny ruled out in the end. (Imagine Johnny with a halo and little angel wings! Awwwww!)

"I'm too nice for my own good." He sighed pathetically and opened the door, gapping at what he saw. "He looks just like Lindsay!"

FASH: And in case you didn't understand that last comment, Lindsay was his little crush. Yep, and Tyson looks like a girl! I think he looks kind girly. This big eyes, long eyelashes, non-manly face. Come on! Just give a higher pitched voice and he's set for life as a girl!