Long case of writer's block is finally wearing off. A friend of mine helped me out with a few ideas, so he'll make a cameo or two later on. Please, do not start asking if you can make cameos. I did that in some of my stories on another site once, and it was a fiasco. Heh...

I'm sure you're all tired of waiting, so on with the show!

Am I dead? H was drifting through nothingness. His body was light, and his mind was at peace. He felt no pain, or anything else for that matter. I must be dead... H began to hear a slight murmor in the distance. Several people were talking to each other about something. Is that God? Or angels?

"Ja, but vhy did ze Major say ve couldn't eat him?" H picked up on the voice of the woman.

Nope. Neither... H's heart sank.

"Because, he ist a guest," a young man replied. "Und he could kill us vithout a second thought. Or so the Sargeant said when he brought him in... I wouldn't try anything, Zorin."

H's trigger finger gave a slight twitch at the mention of that name. Oooooh, I wish I could move right now...

"I think he just moved!" another woman exclaimed.

"Really?! Is he avake?!" another man replied. The sound of several people shuffling around echoed in the darkness that surrounded H.

I don't think I'm going to like what I see... H thought to himself as the darkness faded away.

"Huh?" H opened his eyes. He shook his head and waited for his vision to unblur. The moment it did, he screamed. "WHAT THE CRAP?!"

It seemed that H did not appreciate waking up to four people leaning over his bed and staring at his face. He recognized the people immediately. Rip Van Winkel, Zorin Blitz, Schrodinger, and the Doktor were all staring at him with great interest. "He's avake!" Schrodinger piped up.

"Ve can see zat," Dok hushed him.

"CAN I HELP YOU WITH SOMETHING?!" H sunk his head back down into his pillow in attempt to escape the Nazi vampires.

"No, ve're just looking at ze fool the Sargeant brought it," Zorin smirked. H's trigger finger gave another twitch.

"You had quite an injury!" the Dok exclaimed, holding up an x-ray. "You got shot!"

"No crap, Doctor Frankenstein," H glared at the mad scientist. Dok's face brightened. He must have taken that as a compliment. "Why are you all in here?"

"I already told you, ve're here to look at ze fool," Zorin was seriously asking for a crowbar to the jaw.

"You're not a very nice person," H glared at her.

"Vell, ve are Nazis," Rip shrugged.

"Und vampires!" Schrodinger pointed out.

"You're rather silly excuses for both," H muttered.

"Meh, it can be wery boring being evil all ze time," Schrodinger shrugged sadly.

"Well, now that I'm better," H sat up and crawled out of the bed, "I'll be going now..."

"Um... without pants?" Dok gave him a funny look, which was magnified by his funky glasses.

"Eh?" H looked down and frowned. He was wearing a hospiral robe instead of his normal body armor. "I thought I felt a bit of a draft..." H clapped his hands together, and instantly he was back in his normal clothes, mask, and helmet. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must be going! See ya!" And with that, he darted out the door as fast as he could.

"Auf wiedersien?" Schrodinger waved awkwardly. "Zat was vierd..."

"Vhen ist anything not vierd?" Rip sighed.

"Gut point..." Schrodinger replied with a shrug.

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"Boss, you're back!" Narbe jumped off the couch and dropped the book he was reading when H walked back into his office. "I see the Dok fixed you up fine!"

"FINE?! THEY WANTED TO EAT ME!!!" H jumped up and down in frustration.

"Vell, you needed a doctor, und he vas ze only one to call..." Narbe replied.

"Well, I know another doctor we could have used," H walked over to his desk and sat down. With a sigh, he propped his feet up on the desk and stretched out in his chair. "But he's insane..."

"Oh? Und who vould zat be?" Narbe walked over to the door and leaned against the wall beside it.

"An old friend of mine..." H shrugged. "Doctor Insane-O."

"DID SOMEBODY CALL MY NAME?!" the door suddenly flew open, smashing over Narbe and crushing him against the wall. Into the room barged a person even more bizarre than H. He was wearing a black suit, red tie, and a doctor's coat. He had short brown hair, and was wearing two monocles. Yes, that's right. Two monocles.

"Dr. Insane-O?!" H fell out of his chair in shock.

"DID SOMEBODY CALL MY NAME?!" the doctor exclaimed again.

"Yes, but why are you here?!" H staggered back to his feet.

"Somebody called my name..." he replied with an innocent smile.

"You're insane, buddy..." H shook his head and laughed. Suddenly he stopped laughing and pointed at the door. "NARBE!!!"

"Who-be?" Dr. Insane-O raised an eyebrow.

"NARBE IS BEHIND THE DOOR!!!" H yelled. Dr. Insane-O slowly pulled the door back from the wall. Narbe stumbled forward, his clothing winkled, his eyes crossed, and his outline imprinted on the wall.

"So long, farevell, auf wiedersein, good byeeeee!" he sang drunkenly before falling to the floor.

"YOU KILLED NARBE!!!" H screamed.

"Nonsense! He's still kickin'! And I'm a doctor, remember?" Dr. Insane-O bragged.

"YOU'RE AN IDIOT WHO CLAIMS TO PRACTISE MEDICINE!!!" H pointed at his psychopathic friend.

"Hey, you're a "vampire physiologist" who keeps making his patients angry. You don't have room to talk! And look, he's still breathing..." Dr. Insane-O pointed at the wounded vampire.

"Hm..." H poked his assistant with his foot. "So he is..."

"Right, well, I've got to be going now! See ya!" Dr. Insane-O walked back out the door and slammed his behind him.

"Vat happened?" Narbe sat up slowly.

"Absolutely nothing of any importance..." H shook his head. "To the plot, at least..."

I know, that was insane. But I told my friend I'd put him in the story since he helped me out with a lot of ideas for different stories. Next chapter: Pip gets interviewed! Hurray!