A/N: Augh! I know! I've been neglecting so much:'( I'm so sorry! I got caught up with schoolwork and art... So sorry! Here's an update! Geez, I hope I can get this whole thing in before October's over...

A Monster Mansion Halloween: Chapter 4: Washroom Horrors

The second floor washroom was quite tiny, with very little walking space on the tiled floor. A sink sat against the wall, its old, rusted pipes leading into the wall, next to an old toilet with a tiny leak in its pipes. The walls themselves seemed damp, and the space of air inside was slightly wet and muggy.

The door cracked open as Kazooie pushed it open with her beak. She entered slowly, her talons lightly scraping on the floor. She soon stopped near the sink.

"Think you can stand, Banjo?"

"I think so..."

"Okay." Slowly, she retreated into her backpack, allowing Banjo's feet to firmly place themselves on the cold tile before fully retracting her legs. Banjo wobbled a bit, his knees shaky, but he leaned over the sink, shifting his weight over to make sure he didn't tip over. Carefully, he reached over and twisted the cold water faucet on, letting the flow of cool water trickle into his paws. He took a few pawfuls and splashed it all into his face, allowing the moisture to open and relax his tired pores.

He looked briefly into the mirror, but gave it a second glance when he noticed another, translucent being behind them, staring back with an evil grin. Banjo froze in mid-action, staring with wide, horrified eyes. Kazooie noticed, and looked at him oddly.

"Banjo... what is it?"

Eyes glued to the mirror, he asked in a shaky voice, "Kazooie... D-do you see a ghostly form of Gruntilda behind us?"

Quickly turning back, Kazooie peered around the room, not seeing anyone or anything out of the ordinary. In the mirror, Banjo could see Kazooie looking right through the silently chuckling witch, as if mocking him.

"I don't see anyone, Banjo," Kazooie looked back at her shaking partner. "Are you okay...?"

"Kazooie, I swear, I can see her in the mirror!" he nearly shouted in panic.

The crimson bird looked in the mirror. "Banjo, I'd believe you, but... I honestly don't see any ghostly hag!"

Grunty shook her head, still silently laughing.

"B-but she's right th...!"

Kazooie became a tad annoyed. "Alright, Banjo, cut it out."

"I'M NOT LYING!" Banjo screamed, startling the bird senseless. Realizing his sudden explosion, Banjo sighed heavily. "I... I'm sorry, Kazooie... It's just... this place has got me so turned around, I...!"

He froze as he glanced at the mirror once more to find Gruntilda grinning mischievously as she grasped the leaking toilet pipe, threatening to pull it apart.

"...What?" Kazooie asked, more cautiously this time.

"...Oh, no!" Banjo straightened up in realization, knowing what would happen if that pipe were to break. "Look out! She...!"

But it was too late. She yanked it apart, and the broken pipe rapidly sprayed a flood of water into the room. In literally seconds, the washroom began to flood almost completely up to the ceiling. The two floated on the water's surface as it got closer, horrified.

"Okay, okay, I believe you now!" Kazooie panicked.

"No time! We have to figure a way out, and quick!" Banjo exclaimed, quickly glancing around. There were no windows in this room, but... "The door!" And with that, Banjo took a large gulp of air before dunking his head under the water, just as it reached the top.

He opened his eyes underwater, swimming frantically for the door. He got a firm grip on the doorknob with both paws and fought to turn it, using much of his precious breath. Finally, it turned, and he rammed the door open with his shoulder.

With that opening, the flooding water rushed out into the hall, dampening the carpets. Banjo and Kazooie washed up on the wet carpet, taking in big breaths of air in shock.

Kazooie sat up, looking over to her flustered partner. "Whoa..." she said quietly. "That was weird... Banjo...?"

The bear didn't respond as he didn't even bother sitting up, staring up at the wooden ceiling.

"Hey, uh, sorry... for not believing you."

"Don't be," he replied breathlessly. "I'd understand if you thought I was crazy... For a moment I thought so too..."

"Hmm." The bird peered up and down the hall cautiously, the her gaze turned back to Banjo, chuckling to try and lighten the mood. "You all washed up now?"

Banjo would've come back with a witty retort, but didn't have to energy to do so at the moment. In truth, his muscles ached and his lungs burned, but the wetness that matted his fur down was cool and comforting, and made the pain that much more bearable.

"Yeah, I'm okay..." he finally responded, sitting up, slightly dizzy. Kazooie went over and allowed him to lightly lean on her. But not for long, as unearthly laughter echoed up and down the halls, causing the two to freeze.

"...Let's get out of here!" Banjo exclaimed, quickly standing up.

"To where?"

"Anywhere! Quick!" The two ran farther down the halls until they found a door and entered in their desperation, not knowing what else they were getting themselves into...

A/N: Ugh, I know. Short update. Yay! I'm halfway done! XD Please review!