A/N: THIS CHAPTER WILL BE RATED M - chapter is darker than the other chapters, please be warned that this chapter mentions a home invasion and sex abuse.

Chapter 7

"Oz?" Shaggy asked.

"Yeah, you've never seen 'The Wizard of Oz'?" Fred asked

"You've never seen 'Alice in Wonderland'!" Daphne replied.

"'The Wizard of Oz'? Is that the one with the dragon?" Shaggy asked.

"No. It's about a girl called Dorothy Gale from Kanas. Her house is flown out of Kanas and thrown into the Land of Oz during a tornado. Dorothy, and her dog Toto, make a journey from Munchkin Land all the way to the Emerald City so the Wizard of Oz can take her home." Velma explained.

"Hmm, sounds like a simple journey." Shaggy commented.

"Not really."

"Of course, it's not." Shaggy muttered.

"Along the way Dorothy meets three characters; the Scarecrow, who wants to go to the Wizard for a brain, the Tin Man, who wants a heart, and the Cowardly Lion, who wants courage. But Dorothy is also followed by the Wicked Witch of the West who wants the Ruby Slippers back from Dorothy. But after arriving in Oz, it's the Ruby Slippers which can take Dorothy back to Kanas."

"Umm, what would those Ruby Slippers look like?" Shaggy asked.

Velma looked at Shaggy over the frames of her glasses, "They're ruby shoes."

"Would they happen to look like these?" Shaggy asked, he pointed to his feet. The gang looked down and saw that Shaggy's scruffy sneakers had been replaced by a pair of sparkly red shoes; the Ruby Slippers.

Fred chuckled, "They look good on you, Shag!" And the gang laughed at that.

"Why me?" Shaggy asked.

"Reddie's right." Scooby laughed.

"No, I agree with Shaggy, why him? And why not Daphne or I?" Velma asked

"Jeepers Velm, they're not that pretty."

"No!" Velma exclaimed, "Why are we in Oz, and why did this…whatever is happening to us, why did it put the slippers on Shaggy?"

"Zoinks, like am I going to be chased by a wicked witch?" Shaggy asked.

"Guys, I think we're in Munchkin Land." Fred spoke as he looked at their surroundings.

Yes, they were standing in the middle of a village. The buildings were small, Fred was nearly taller than them! There was a house on the end of a grass verge, and Fred recognised it as Dorothy's house which fell from the tornado in the movie.

He looked down at the ground and saw a yellow brick road spiralling, and finally leading out of Munchkin Land. As far as Fred could see, the road stretched for miles and miles.

"Do you guys find this kinda weird? We're trying to get home, just like Dorothy was." Daphne said.

"It's a little weird." Fred muttered. "Should we search the houses, or should we head along the yellow brick road?" Daphne asked.

Fred shrugged, "I don't know, we could look in the houses and find nothing, and waste time; or we could head along the road and ignore finding some clues in the houses."

"I suggest we search the houses." Velma said, "We might find more clues on our mystery jewel thief."

"Right, let's split up then." Fred said, "Velma, you, Shag and Scoob search the houses on the left, and Daphne and I will search on the right."

Daphne and Fred stood outside a small pastel purple house, Daphne preferred to call it Lavender. It had a cute white porch, and a little white door. Daphne stepped up the porch, careful not to step too roughly and break the decking.

She gently knocked on the door, but after a few seconds there was no answer, so she knocked again. "Don't bother Daph, it doesn't look like anyone has lived here in lived here in years." Fred said, when Daphne turned to him, Fred was pointing at the flower bed which ran around the house; the flowers had long been dead, and the soil was dried up.

Daphne pushed open the door, thick cobwebs were hanging from the door on the other side, and as she and Fred stepped into the small house, it was clear that nobody had been inside the house, or many years.

The two walked through the house, Fred stepped into the first room which was a small living room. He saw a small purple couch and matching armchair, and small brown coffee table. Daphne stepped into the kitchen, which looked like it belonged in a doll house. Everything was every cute and purple.

"I can't see anything that doesn't look like it belongs here." She said. "Me neither." Fred replied.

"I imagine the other houses will all be like this one as well, Freddie."

And she was right. Velma, Shaggy, and Scooby were creeping through a small house, the same as the purple one; covered in dust and abandoned. The flower bed was also dead, and the soil dried.

"Like, do you guys think it's weird that all the furniture matches the color of the house?" Shaggy asked.

"It's a fairy-tale Shaggy." Velma replied.

"But like bright green furniture?" Shaggy asked.

Velma shrugged, "Come on, let's look around."

Back in the purple house, Fred and Daphne were looking around upstairs, but there was still nothing in any of the rooms that looked like it shouldn't be there.

"Hey, Freddie, look at this." Daphne stood by a door, but not just any door, it had a strange looking engraving on the door and neither Daphne nor Fred could think what it might be, or what it looks like.

"I don't know, Daph. Open it."

Daphne turned the handle.

They were surprised that the room was different to the other rooms; it was not covered in dust. But the walls and floor were all purple, as was all the furniture. There were no hangings on the walls or any objects on the desk or shelves, and there were only purple sheets on the bed.

But to Daphne, the room look oddly familiar.

"Why do I know this room?" She asked. "Huh?" Fred asked.

"This room, it looks familiar."

"How so?"

"I don't know. It's not the color." Daphne said, she looked around the room, taking in every detail, "It's the layout of the room, and the furniture."

Fred looked around the room, to him it was just a plain purple room.

"Fred, it's my bedroom."

"What?"

"I'm telling you; this is the exact same layout as my bedroom at home, the furniture is the same too, only my furniture isn't purple."

"You know, I think you're right." Fred replied.

As they took in the strange room, something started happening. There was a bright light, like the one that had been transporting them between fairy-tales. But after the flash, nothing happened.

Fred and Daphne looked around and the only thing they noticed was a dark purple box which had somehow appeared onto the bed.

Casually, Daphne sat on the bed and opened the box, Fred sat next to her.

"What's in it?" Fred asked, but he suddenly became concerned by the horrified look on Daphne's face, "Daph. Daphne, what is it?"

Daphne's heart was racing, and her hands shook as she reached into the box and pulled out the item inside. It was a single hair clip with a beautiful dark blue flower as the decoration.

It was so pretty, but Fred could not understand why Daphne looked so haunted by it.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Fred asked. Daphne's bottom lip quivered as she looked at the hair clip, "Daphne?" Fred reached for her hand, gripping it tightly, "What's wrong?"

Daphne looked at Fred, tears forming in her eyes, "I haven't seen this in years."

Fred narrowed his eyes, "What are you talking about?"

Daphne ran a hand through her hair and rubbed her eyes. She put the clip back into the box and closed the lid.

"Do you remember when my family and I moved into Coolsville?" She asked, Fred nodded, a smile appeared onto his face.

"Yeah, I remember. You and I were just kids, seven I think we were."

Daphne nodded, "Yeah, I was seven. My sister was twelve."

"Daphne what does this have to do with anything?"

Daphne took a deep breath, "We used to live in a town in California called Crystal Cove. It was a beautiful coastal town, but God it had so much crime."

Fred watched her intently, trying to figure out where this conversation was going.

Daphne took another breath, "My parents owned Crystal Homes, a real estate company which sold big houses to wealthy people, and expensive vacation homes which they either sold or rented. They earned thousands, and one day a millionaire by the name of Charles Lancelow brought a home and one of the vacation homes which he planned to rent to people."

Daphne wiped her eyes, "That same day, they took home over half a million dollars. They bought expensive champagne, and mom made her homemade pizza." A small smile appeared on Daphne's lips, but it quickly vanished, and she took another deep breath, "They let my sister and I stay up later that night, and whilst we were sitting in the living room, our house was raided."

Fred had never heard this before, but he realised that through all the years he had known Daphne, she had hardly spoken about her life before Coolsville.

"They wanted the money my parents made, but nobody knew about their earning apart from family but none of them lived in Crystal Cove. They stole somethings from my sister and I, my mother's necklace, and my father's Rolex. Then one of them dragged my father to his office and forced him to write a check for the money he had made. My mother told him not to, but the other robbers held guns to our heads, and they threatened to- they threatened to do bad stuff to us if he didn't write the check."

"So, my father wrote the check, and they left. But the robbers pulled this hairclip out of my hair before he left." Daphne explained.

Fred felt his heart racing, he was angry and sad at the same time. His hands were sweaty and shaky, "You never told me this."

"It's hard to talk about, even harder to think about. So, I pushed it out and tried my best to forget about it." Daphne said.

"Did they catch the guys who did it?" Fred asked, and Daphne nodded.

"It was my father's cousin, Bradley. It wasn't the first time he had been involved in something like that, he robbed a gun store a few years before."

"But you said none of your family lived in Crystal Cove, how did he know your parents made that much money?" Fred asked, Daphne shrugged, "I have no idea, he has his ways of finding shit out I guess."

"There's more Daphne."

"What?" She asked.

"I can tell, there's something else."

Daphne gulped, and quickly wiped her eyes, "The reason we lived in Crystal Cove, and the rest of our family didn't was because of Bradley. He assaulted my sister when she was a kid."

"Oh shit." Fred muttered, he wrapped his arms around Daphne and held her close, "I'm so sorry."

Daphne cried onto his shoulder.