Here we are with the final prologue!

It's taken me two days, off and on, to write these, and you know what? I don't really mind, since they're all going to be posted on the same day.

I'm going to use these for A) reviews, and B), some questions I think you guys have.

I only have one, but it's a decent one.

"Why don't you have a schedule?"

This is a simple answer, honestly.

I can't keep up with that kind of stuff.

I like to game, a LOT, and I hate taking time out of getting something accomplished, like finally killing Sans, or finishing a mission in FFXI, or playing with friends on TF2...

...I should make some more fanfics, huh? XD

Anyways, here it is, the final prologue of the adventure, before Riddle Manor finally takes off for good!

Let's see if we can hit 500 views on this before chapter I, alright?

If not that's totally fine, but, y'know...it would help my self-esteem...

Without further adeu, I give you...


DISCLAIMER

I do not own Ms. Cophey, Diz, Phil, Phred, Riddle School 1-5, Riddle Transfer 1-2, Smiley, Quiz, Viz, or Zack. All of the above are owned by Jonbro/Jonochrome. All I own is this story.


Le Prologue de Zack - Sometimes Being Hot is Bad


A boy's peaceful sleep was disrupted by the loud ringing of a phone. He quickly answered, told them he would be out soon, and hung up.

Zack rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, removed his PJ's, and searched his dresser for a good outfit. Finally, he settled on a black shirt, a blue sweater, and a pair of gray pants. His socks didn't matter much, so he threw a couple of random ones on, tied his shoes, and was out the door, walking to Phil's with Smiley.

Zack never wore a backpack, because all of the contents would be roasted by the time he got to school. All three of his friends had offered to carry his bag, even the ex-hall monitor Richy, and Chubb, who can never seem to get anywhere unless he was drinking pure sugar.

He was almost completely zoned out for the trip to Phred's, and was snapped out of it by the other two running to Phil's. He followed and read the note in Smiley's hand while they were running, making him shocked. He tried to run faster, but his small legs only allowed him to go a certain speed.

His foot hit a rock, and he fell, barely catching himself before a massive headache hit him, showing memories of two adults wearing a bunch of sweaters, handing him things only a baby would need.

He felt hot metal drip onto his head, before he was whacked unconscious.


Again, short and sweet!

It's 10:00 PM please help me

I had NO time to write this. I may come back and rewrite this one if you guys want it, since I didn't really do that good of a job...

You should be reading this one last, if I uploaded them right. I hope I did, or else I'd have a BIG problem on my hands.

Anyways, my name is Unknown, and I will see all of you fine people, in the next one! Ciao!