A/N: I DID IT! LAST CHAPTER! YEAH!

A Monster Mansion Halloween: Chapter 8: Home at Last

Banjo awakened to the soft sunlight coming in from the window. The same-old blue blanket lay on top of him as he laid comfortably in his familiar bed. He slowly looked around, seeing all the familiarities of home. The pictures, the wooden cuckoo clock, the cute little stove, the warm fireplace, even the tiny goldfish bowl. He softly smiled, letting out a tranquil breath of relief.

"Banjo!" a tiny, all-too-familiar voice cried in happiness. "You're finally awake!"

He looked over to find his sweet little sister Tooty beside his bed. With a smile, he took a bandaged paw and held her close.

"I missed you," he told her gently.

"Me too!" She hugged him tightly, but not tight enough to hurt him. "When the gate closed, I got really scared!"

Before Banjo could respond to this, the door opened and Bottles waddled in with a tray carrying a few bowls of steaming soup. He looked over to the siblings and grinned.

"Ah, Banjo, you've finally woken up! We waited all morning!" He handed Banjo a warm bowl and a spoon. "Here, have something to eat. Mrs. B cooked it up for you."

Banjo took the bowl in gratitude, taking a whiff of the delicious aroma the soup gave off. Before raising the spoon to his lips, he looked up at them and asked, "Where's Kazooie?"

"Right here," Bottles gestured to the hat rack, where Kazooie dangled in her backpack, asleep. She had a few bandages herself , but not too many. "She woke up about an hour ago, then went back to sleep. She was a little worried about you, and she told us all the hardships you've been through. I'm surprised you two made it out alive!"

Don't remind me... Banjo sighed, taking a long slurp of the soup. He felt the warm liquid slip down his throat gently.

Tooty softly sat down on the bed next to him. "After the gate closed, I went for help. Bottles and I dug underground to come save you!"

"By the way, Banjo," Bottles started. "I should mention that by the time we finished the tunnel, it was nearly nine in the morning."

"...But still late at night inside the mansion," Banjo finished softly.

"Hmm," Bottles mused, approaching the sink and running the cool water. "It sounds like Gruntilda was totally in control as long as you were inside the estate, including control over time. I'll bet she intended to have the night last forever, or until you gave in to the physical and mental pressure."

Banjo sighed once again, dropping back down onto the bed, still very exhausted. He tried not to think about the mind-bending possibilities of that creepy mansion, and just tried to enjoy the soft bed he laid on.

"Well, it's all over, so there's no need to worry now." Bottles wrung a small, damp cloth before walking over and folding it neatly and placing it upon Banjo's forehead. "Just go ahead and rest. You need it."

Banjo let out a sigh of contentment. The coolness of the cloth was soothing to him, along with the knowledge that he had escaped the endless torture from the wretched mind of Gruntilda the witch. Both him and his beloved partner were home safe. Their horrid Halloween night had come to an end.

He let his tired muscles relax as he gently shut his eyes. The last thought that ran through his tired mind before he drifted back to sleep was this...

That's the last time I go out on Halloween night!

THE END

A/N: WOO! YEAH! I can finally go back to something else! Yay! This was fun though. REVIEW PLEASE!