Hey everyone, thanks for the attention, I appreciate it, oh and forgot to say this last chapter: CoyoteLoon reviewed my fic! My favorite MLAATR author! YES! I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!

Anyway, the story is taking a turn for the "slightly less creepy", but don't expect it to last, I'm even thinking of changing it to a horror fic in title, considering what is coming.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Jenny awoke with a start, her CPU feeling overloaded due to the nightmare.

"Man! What an awful dream, and it felt so real!" she exclaimed. She shuttered as the images came back to her again.

She glanced around at her perfectly normal room (or at least as normal as any teenage superhero robots room can be) and got up. The monitors that alerted her if there was any danger she had to avert were silent, her clock read 5:34 am, and her mother seemed to be unaware of her screaming.

"That woman can sleep through anything!" Jenny exclaimed, crossing her arms.

Jenny got out of bed, and stretched her joints, it was WAY to early for the bus, and her mom was probably still asleep. Not knowing what else to do, she headed downstairs.

Once she was down, she went into the bathroom and put on her makeup (metal polish) headed into the kitchen, had a bole of nails for breakfast (no really, she had a bole of nails) and read one of her magazines to pass the extra time.

Her house looked, as it should, and no horrid specters to scare her, and the house wasn't a pile of rubble, always a good sign.

Jenny then thought to herself 'I must have drank some tainted oil or something, I've never dreamed of a ruined Tremorton, or people I know being dead at my hand, or that...thing.'

Jenny shudder at that last though, still not sure why that last specter had such an effect on her.

"XJ-9! My goodness, what are you doing up so early?" said her mom, who had just come downstairs.

"Nothing mom, just had a nightmare, is all."

Mrs. Wakeman looked puzzled at this "A nightmare? But that is impossible, I upgraded your dream chip recently with countermeasures against that, along with a failsafe to keep you from dreaming during the day...again."

Jenny cringed at that particularly embarrassing moment, when she had done her on personal style of daydreaming and wrecked a whole bunch of stuff, her mother still got miffed whenever the subject of dreams came up with her.

"I'd best run a diagnostic, and the school bus is not due for a while, so we have plenty of time"

Jenny sighed, and submitted herself to her mothers checking. 'Not how I was thinking of spending my morning.' She thought.

After a thorough examination in the lab, and a long wait while the computer compiled the data, Mrs. Wakeman finally said "this is strange, according to this, there is nothing wrong with you, but it says that at some point at night, you simply disappeared!"

Jenny was thoroughly confused "what do you mean 'I just disappeared'?" she stated "how could I have?"

Mrs. Wakeman took a deep breath, and started "I mean, that around 1:23 am, your data logs stop, it's like you stopped existing during that time, but the security camera in your room shows nothing wrong, you were there all night!"

Jenny grumbled, she hated that camera, it drove her nuts, and her mom had refused to take it down. The news of her missing data logs was more important, however, because 1:23 am was when the dream started.

After jenny had explained this, Mrs. Wakeman looked thoughtful, and said "well, there is a lot of extra data to go through here, you head off to school, I'll see you when you get back and hopefully have something more then"

Jenny was glad to have something else to think about, so she rushed out of the lab with a quick "Thankalotmomseeyoulater!"

Jenny was just in time for the bus, and gratefully walked on it, happy to have everything back to normal. In the back of her mind she knew she should have told her mom about the dream itself, but that would have meant reliving it again.

Brad had saved her a seat, which she gratefully took, and they smiled at each other.

Jenny was happy for the first time all day.

...

Meanwhile, Mrs. Wakeman was still getting over the shock of having xj-9 buzz out of there like that.

"Sigh! Teenagers, I should have just made a robot dog"

Not having anything else to do, she went back to work, unaware of the fly-sized robot watching her from the ceiling

To be continued...

Wow, this is really fur to make, I love this fic! Thanks to the people who reviewed this fic (especially you, CoyoteLoon!)

I cannot say I am as good as some of the other MLAATR fic writers, like CoyoteLoon, (duh!) Queenbean3, La miseria y la muerte, or those others, but I think I can hold my own, so send in those reviews; I have low self-esteem and need attention!

Oh yea, I'm not gonna do any more disclaimers, one was enough, so there!

See you, Space Cowboy!