A/N: See guys? I said by Friday. IT'S FRIDAY :D

Anyways, I'd also like to say that this chapter is 901 words (not including the author's notes), and though that's not a lot, it is the longest chapter so far (I think). Yay!

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Clockwork decided that the first order of business would be to get the heck out of Vlad's house. Staying here was risky; he couldn't let Vlad see him. He floated up through the ceiling, only to arrive in a long hallway. He decided to continue his ascent upwards until he finally reached the roof. Surprisingly, neither Clockwork nor Cujo set off any alarms, which Clockwork was extremely grateful for.

Clockwork floated down to the driveway, Cujo bounding along happily beside him. The two continued to wander down the street, side-by-side. Clockwork figured he might as well explore the strange human world while he had the chance. So, he tugged his hood over his head and wrapped his cloak tightly around his body. He floated low enough so, with any luck, no one would be able to tell he had no legs. Cujo even stayed right by his side, acting as normal as a glowing green dog possibly could. Clockwork silently begged the puppy not to randomly turn into a giant green monster-dog.

Clockwork smiled to himself. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a break from work. How long had it been, a few decades? A century or two?

The blue ghost looked to his left. There was a large billboard clearly stating,

"AMITY PARK"

Ah, so that's where he was. Yes, he had forgotten that Vlad was now the mayor. Clockwork continued down the path until he reached a normal-sized building called the Nasty Burger. People were freely walking in and out, so he told Cujo to stay nearby while he went in to go investigate. He remembered that this was the place where he had first saved Danny's family. So was it an explosives factory?

He was shocked to find that:

They were not mass-producing explosives,

Most of the people seemed to be laughing and having a good time, and

People were eating.

Clockwork, being a ghost who didn't often leave the Ghost Zone unless it was urgent, had never actually eaten anything before. Not one bite in his entire afterlife (that he could remember, at least). So, naturally, he was a bit curious. He took a few moments to observe what the humans were doing—going up to the counter, telling the person there what they wanted, and then receiving their food at the other end of the counter. Simple enough.

He waited behind the person ordering, listening carefully to what the man said. When it was his turn, he recited the previous customer's order exactly, receiving a weird look from the teenager behind the counter.

"That'll be four dollars and thirty-two cents," the teen stated.

Clockwork froze. Right, he thought, the humans have that weird currency stuff. Hmph.

Clockwork simply turned and floated out without another word.

Clockwork wandered around for another hour or so before he came across a few familiar faces.

"Clockwork?" Sam asked, glancing between him and Cujo. It was just her and Tucker. "What are you doing here?"

"Wandering around your silly human world for a while," Clockwork replied casually. The two teens looked extremely confused as to why an extremely powerful ghost was hanging out in Amity Park.

"Why? You're the Master of Time; you can just watch what's going on in your tower," Tucker said.

"I'm on vacation," Clockwork said briskly before turning and walking off. The two didn't follow him; they merely stared on in confusion.

After another few hours, Clockwork got bored. He couldn't really do anything without money or breaking the human laws. He began to head back to the portal, figuring he could just wander around the Ghost Zone for a bit.

He and Cujo phased back through the walls of Vlad's mansion, sinking to the basement. They quietly slipped into the portal together.

Clockwork got about five feet into the Ghost Zone before he was surrounded by Observants.

"We warned you, Clockwork! You have been banished from the Ghost Zone!" an Observant exclaimed.

"Oh come on. You need me to manage the time streams, don't you?" Clockwork asked.

"Not anymore. You are out of line!" an Observant snapped.

"Oh, come on. I am the Master of Time," Clockwork said. He would've used his Time Scepter, but it didn't affect the Observants. He tried to force his way through, but was grabbed by about five different Observants at once. He felt another ecto-blast send him flying back into the portal.

Then their words finally sunk in.

He was banished.

Then, all of a sudden, alarms began going off. Cujo barked and ran in circles while Clockwork struggled to his feet—er, tail.

"Well well well," drawled a malignant voice from the shadows. The mysterious form stepped forwards to reveal Vlad Plasmius. "What is the Master of Time doing in my home?"

"None of your business, Plasmius," Clockwork spat. He really didn't want to deal with this power-hungry fruitloop right now.

"Oh, but I'm sure it's a wonderful story. Care to tell?"

"Not to you, no," Clockwork said.

"What, is the almighty Ghost of Time having a rough day?"

Clockwork scowled. Then, without another word, he rocketed upwards (Cujo following, of course) and phased through the roof. He kept going until he was on the outskirts of town. If he'd had a heart, it would've been pounding by that point.

However, he should've known that evading Vlad Plasmius would take more effort than that…


A/N: Ooh, cliffhanger...ish. Well, I hope you all enjoyed, and thanks again! You guys rock! :D

~CharizardGirl