(To all readers: I apologize for such a LONG wait. A couple of big things happened in my life that kept me distracted, one being that I lost my original copy of the story. I can understand if you're annoyed. I sowwy...)

KK:Well, there's not much to say, except on to the next chapter.

Murdoc:(finally wakes up from his nap yelling in panic) I WAS NEVER A MEMBER OF THE NAZI PARTY!!! I HAD NOTHIN' T' DO WIT' THE WAR!!!

KK:(blink...blink blink) Okaay. . .? Um, just read the chapter, people. I got nothin' to add to this at the moment. (laughs)

Chapter 3: A New Arrival

The three arrived in Russel's room to see the large African American man having an argument with another figure about his size. He had large white eyes, like Russel, and was as large (weight-wise), as him, too. Except. . .Russel's skin didn't faintly glow a pale blue!

The two turned to face Noodle, Murdoc, and Adria. Apparently, 2D was the only one absent, but that was beside the point. "What took you three so long?" asked Russel.

"Sorry, Russel-san," Noodle apologized for the three. "I do not-"

"Holy shit, I know who you are!" Adria exclaimed. She ran to the ghost and looked up at him. "You're Del, aren't you?"

Del smirked and crossed his arms. "Yep. And you must be the infamous Adria Garrison everyone around here has been talkin' about. Nice to meet ya."

"Nice to meet you! I never thought I'd get to meet you. Wait a sec- weren't you exorcised from Russ' body a while back?"

"Yeah, that's true, but now I'm back and here to stay."

"Uh, no, you're not," Russel protested, curling his large hands into tight fists.

"Yeah, I am."

"You're not."

"I am."

"NOT!"

"AM!"

"Guys, give it a rest!" Adria yelled. "Russ, isn't Del one of your best friends."

"Yeah, he was, but he's tried to kill us, like, three times."

"For the last time, I wasn't tryin' to kill you guys. I was just tryin' to have some fun."

"Del, you got a sick definition of the word 'fun'."

"Hey, I got an idea," declared Adria. "Russel, Noodle, Muds: huddle!"

The four huddled together to hear Adria's plan. "What's the plan, kid?" asked Russel. "How do we get rid of this lunatic?"

"Well," the Wiccan girl began, "I've been practicing some new Magick, and I think I can get rid of him for good. But, I'll need all of you to help. Muds, I'll need you first."

"Whaddya 'ave in mind, love?" a curious Murdoc asked.

"You know the place where you got me those black roses?"

"Uh-huh."

"I need another dozen for the spell."

"No prob'."

"I think I'll need some red and white chalk sticks, too."

"I have plenty of chalk," said Noodle.

"Great. After I get all of the stuff, if you guys give me a few days or so, since today is Thursday, by...around six o'clock Saturday evening, you'll never have to worry about seeing him again."

"Uh, anythin' ya can do 'bout that li'l problem ya got by that time too, love?"

Adria then growled and swung her foot from the other side of the circle at Murdoc's leg, hitting it dead-center in the shin. "Oh, fuck!" he cursed between his clenched fangs.

"Next time, don't ask me stupid questions like that! Okay, listen: we all have to treat Del normally, or he'll suspect something. Got it?"

All three nodded in agreement and broke away from the circle.

"I guess we could let you stay," Adria said to the ghost. "But, you can't be too annoying, and if you're gonna play practical jokes on anyone, your only options for victims are 2D and Muds."

Murdoc started laughing, but then immeditely stopped the second he realized that his name was mentioned, too. " 'EY!"

"No prob'," said Del. "Those two are my favorites to pick on anyway. But, pranks aside, thanks for the second chance."

"Sure, Del. Sure. . ."

Adria woke up at eight o'clock the next morning. Not because she wanted a head start on her little "project", but because, whether she fell back asleep or not, her body alway told her to get up early. Sliding her small feet into her slippers, she and her black Full Metal Alchemist pajamas headed towards the kitchen for some strong coffee.

After making some, pouring herself a cup, and adding plenty of sugar and milk (milk being pretty difficult to find in the refrigerator because it was hiding behind the human brain in the back of it), she sat at the table in the kitchen, feet propped up. She took a sip from the scalding-hot liquid and was immune to its burn. It only calmed her and warmed her body. Due to all the chaos that usually happened around Kong, she almost never got any relaxation.

Within three minutes, the door to the kitchen burst open, and Noodle and her lavendar striped pajamas skipped in. She saw Adria and immediately rushed over to give her her daily good-morning hug.

"Ohayo gosaimasu, Adria-sama!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around the Wiccan's neck. She then walked to the cabinet and pulled out a box of Cocoa Puffs. "How are you this morning?"

"Well," Adria began, stretching her legs out, "it's like it is every morning: my mind's still asleep, I can't think straight about anything, and I'm dreading a nine o'clock sugar rush. And you'll be getting one, too, if you eat those Cocoa Puffs."

Noodle giggled. "But I love Cocoa Puffs. Do you want me to get you some?"

There was a short pause, followed by, "Aw, hell, go ahead and pour me a bowl."

An even larger smile crept onto the small Jap's face as she poured two bowls full of the dark chocolate cereal bites. Picking one of them up, she threw it at the back of Adria's head and laughed. Adria quickly turned around and smirked at Noodle. "Just get me the cereal, you little spawn of evil," she said.

After pouring some milk into the bowls, Noodle handed one to her friend and sat down at the table next to her with the other. As soon as they both took a bite, something funny occurred. . .

"Mmm...chocolate," they both said after swallowing. They then looked at each other and laughed, trying hard after that not to spurt milk out of their noses while continuing to eat. They then heard the kitchen door swing open once again. 2D stepped in and walked toward the table.

"Well, well, well, look who the grave spat back out!" Adria joked. "Where were you yesterday?"

"Passed out from painkillers," the singer replied, walking to the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Uh, Adria-love, 'ow much suga' didja use in ya coffee?"

". . .A little. Why is there, like, none left?"

"No, there's plenty. Ya jus' seem really 'yper."

Adria removed her feet from the table. "You don't need sugar to be hyper, hon'. Matter of fact, should you be drinking coffee?" She looked at the almost-black liquid in 2D's Dawn of the Dead mug. "Or black coffee, for that matter?"

"It 'elps keep me awake so Muds doesn't 'afta wake me up 'imself. Usually smacks me upside the 'ead in I doze off."

"I'll kick him where it hurts if I see him try to hurt you. By the way, don't you guys have an interview or something scheduled today?"

"No, it is a rehearsal," said Noodle. "I wonder where Russel-san and Murdoc-san are."

"And Del. All three of 'em are probably fighting and beating the shit outta each other."

"I can believe that," laughed 2D. "Those 'free couldn't get along if their lives depended on - did you jus' say Del?"

"Uh, yeah we did. What, you didn't know he's back?"

"No one told me 'bout it..."

Once again, the kitchen door burst open, and sure enough, Murdoc, Russel, and Del were busy arguing with each other over God-knows-what. Actually, the argument was over something rather idiotic, to say the least.

"Okay, Pam Anderson is ten times 'otter than Angelina Jolie!" Murdoc growled.

"No way, man!" protested Russel. "Angelina is hotter than that slut. Besides, you just think she's better 'cuz she's been with every rocker on the face of the earth."

"Think she'd fuck me?"

"Probably. She never screws anyone with talent."

" 'EY!"

"The lead singer from the Pussycat Dolls is hotter than both of 'em put together!" Del argued.

"Shut up, ghost boy."

"Don' mess wit' me, you Satanic bitch!"

Now completely pissed off, Adria grabbed a salt shaker on the table and chucked it over her shoulder.

"OW! Garrison, wot the bloody 'ell was that for?" Murdoc growled, rubbing his forehead where the rogue salt shaker had hit.

Adria turned herself around in her chair. "You three should learn to shut up! Just because Del's here doesn't mean we still deserve to hear yelling in the morning!"

"Sorry..." Del and Russel both muttered, exhaling roughly to try and calm down.

"Yeah, don't worry about it all that much." Adria stood up. "Murdoc most likely started the whole ordeal anyway."

" 'EY!"

With a smirk across her lips, the Wiccan walked over and snaked her arms around Murdoc. "Admit it; you start all the fights around here, and I doubt this one was any different." She then leaned forward so her face was right by his ear. "And I'm still a little miffed about the Pam Anderson comment..."

"I'll make up for it later..." the Satanist mumbled back under his breath. "An' I didn't start it; Del did." He turned to the ghost.

"Hey, at least I apologized for fightin'," Del growled.

Adria looked up at her lover with a fake disciplining gaze. "He's right, Muds. You didn't apologize."

"Uh, when do I eva'?"

"Uh...yeeeaaah, forgot about that."

"Don' have any blonde streaks 'idden in that black hair, do ya, love?" To this, Adria stuck her tongue out like a five-year-old child would.

"Oh, grow up..."

"That's some big talk comin' from a guy who can't play a rated-E video game correctly."

"Ouch," Russel and 2D said in unison, followed by a quick laugh.

The Satanist groaned. "Nice one, love. Do ya really think they needed t' hear that?"

Adria placed her hands on her hips and showed a devilish grin. "No, but I felt like letting them know. It's not like I was gonna tell them about your little night, on Halloween two years ago."

At just the right time, Murdoc was able to cover Adria's mouth with his hand and prevent her from going any further.

"Okay, that's enough suga' for you. They really don' need t' find out 'bout that." He slowly removed his hand.

Adria, now free, rolled her eyes and walked back over to the table, sitting down. "Next time, Muds, know none of your secrets are safe with me as long as I'm alive."

By now, Russel, 2D, Noodle, and Del were trying their hardest not to laugh or let go of some sort of remark as to what just happened. Noodle gave Adria a high-five and then returned to eating her cereal. Russel and Del kept muttering an occasional "shut up" to each other to prevent themselves from losing it. And, sadly, 2D made the unfortunate mistake of asking questions when his fellow bandmate wasn't up to answering them.

"Uh, Muds?" He turned around to face the bassist. "What did 'appen Halloween night two years ago?"

"Is there any part of ya body I 'aven't bruised up, face-ache?"

"Uh..."

"I highly suggest ya shut it or I'll 'ave t' do a double check."

2D gulped nervously, turned back around, and sulked his shoulders as he tried to continue his coffee without his hands shaking from fear.