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Quill replying to reviews, just so you guys don't get confused. :D

ForestShadow [Guest]: YAY! FIRST REVIEW! Have internet cookies! *Passes internet box of cookies*
Yep, us fangirls are very...frightening. XD
((Also, don't worry, If I capture Jack then I'll inform you so we can hug him to death! :D))

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Blue here! So, as QuillOwl has told you, this started as a review, and ended up a story. One of the great mysteries of a fangirl's mind...XD The prologue was written by me! Well, onto the story!


The Blue Phantom was about as anti-social as you could get while still having friends. (Though she only had four)

It wasn't that she didn't like people, she was all for making friends, it was just the other girls shunned her.

She wasn't mean, in fact she was quite the opposite,(albeit a little shy) she guessed it had to do with the fact she worked more on school than on her hair, was interested in books instead of boys and didn't wear brand name clothes.

She didn't know it, but later she would thank her severe lack of friends, for it introduced her to poetry.

Now that might not seem all that amazing, but to her, it was everything. The thing that fascinated her the most about it was how people told so much in so few words. Eventually she started writing her own.

The thing you have to understand about Blue was she saw inspiration in everything. From the tree outside her window to the squirrel that blew out the power in half the town. (A/N: This actually happened.)

In other words, Blue was a poet.


Blue awoke with a jerk. Her phone suddenly screaming "DROID" in her ear, slightly deafening her. Thinking it was done charging she unplugged it; not noticing it was alerting her to an unread email.

That morning she had yet another rude awakening. Her youngest sister came running in, screeching a high pitched, "Wake up!"

Not. Fun.

A flashing green light caught her eye. The source of the light coming from her phone. The green light could only mean one thing: she had an email. With any luck it would be a PM from QuillOwl.

Quilly was a rarity.

She was the only one who Blue had ever made friends with in less than a month.

Due to her shyness it was hard for her to make friends. It was an unsaid rule that it took a month before the person was a friend.

Quilly was the only person to ever break that rule, each other becoming very close within a week. And they had never even met.

Nobody can fully understand how this friendship came to be, unless they experience everything from a week before...


One week ago

"There. Posted," Blue said happily. "Now I can finally sleep."

She was home sick with a fever and in desperate need of sleep. Laying back and closing her eyes, she (for once in her life) welcomed sleep. Just as she started to drift off a loud beep sounded, signaling the arrival of an email. Jerking upright the world tilted sickeningly to one side, her already pale face decreasing in color even further making her freckles stick out like Pitch in a blizzard. Fighting the overwhelming urge to vomit, she thought to herself, 'Maybe I should have gone to Grandma's. Nah, she probably would have stuck me in a room and wouldn't have let me out because she hates germs'. Opening her email she muttered to herself, "I swear if this is another Google play…" her voice trailed off as she read the name of the email.

[New Review] for The Boy With the White Hair

Beaming to herself, Blue opened it.

Yay, an actually happy poem without feels or bittersweetness! :D
Lol.

So, you're sick? Did that mean you missed the Poetry Slam!
You didn't, did you? Or is it the next day, or later or- GAH, TIMEZONES HAVE SCREWED UP MY BRAIN!

Sorry, but I'm terrible with timezones and stuff. When you told me the Poetry Slam was tomorrow, it was 11pm where I lived...you can see why I got confused :/

It was from QuillOwl, one of her favorite reviewers.

Eagerly typing, she replied back with:

Yeah, I was so dang proud of myself for writing a happy poem! And, unfortunately, I did miss the Poetry Slam. BUT! No fear, it's a 8 week-long thing, so I still have six weeks to read Beware :D *initiate mental dance party* This poem was written while listening to Peppermint Winter by Owl City and thinking about the rant my friend had that started with politics and ended with Dora and Diego. So, yeah...happiness ensues!

And almost immediately, another loud beep sounded, showing another email which subjected about a Private Message reply.

QuillOwl: You should be proud! Strut around with your pride! XD
Yay! Thank god it's 8 weeks, huh? I would be disappointed if nobody got to hear your extraordinary pieces of creation-

Then, the conversation went for five more hours, bringing up all sorts of topics. From hugging penguins, to tons of internet cookies. One of main topics, though, was the cursing of the Spirit of Sickness. Someone they both agreed should be tortured and killed. They even started thinking up plans to destroy it.

Which both didn't believe should be necessary.


Present time

Opening the secret passage way to her underground bunker, Blue read the PM.

QuillOwl: Okay then, I hope Tooth has mercy on you and your pearly, white teeth!

I believe she likes us, I don't know why I believe that but I do, and I know she'll be kind to your dentures...or, at least, try to be gentle.

I bless you with brace-safe cookies and hundreds of Sandman plushies for your recovery of the terrible event tomorrow. :)

Laughing at the last sentence, Blue replied back:

I think she likes us too. I only have to have braces for 14 months instead of the original 20. Whoooo!

Yay! Cookies and Sandman plushies!

Pressing send, Blue walked out of the elevator doors…and almost immediately died. Well, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration. But, it was a miracle she was still alive. One foot tall yellow creatures surrounded her, with shocks of multicolored hair, with less intelligence than an infant, formed in all different, freakish shapes, most common was a pentagon, and wore anything from dresses to togas.

Many, would have screamed and run away. But unfortunately, Blue has been surrounded by these strange creatures enough to no longer even flinch at their appearances. For, they were her minions. Short, useless little creatures with less wit then a Christmas elf (How she managed that, Blue would never know).

They were, at the moment, playing baseball. Now even though that might not seem all that dangerous, they had so little intelligence they think toilets are drinking fountains and pools are toilets. Scary.

Rubbing her forehead, Blue muttered to herself, "Maybe I should have stayed in bed."

All of a sudden, the bundle of rags that was the ball hit her in the face, causing her dark red hair to fly askew. Glaring at them she started counting,"Three, two, one…"

By one all the minions were gone and back to doing whatever they did in their spare time, trails of cloth and broken, splintered baseball bats the only remains of their presence. There is no mistaking they have the minds of toddlers.

"Huh, funny, Quilly hasn't replied yet, been at least half an hour. Wonder what's wrong? Eh. Probably just busy"

She couldn't of been any wronger.


Now, Quill has awoken from unconsciousness in many different environments.

Mainly, she awoken in her bed, or in a hospital room. Once, she awoken to the sight of a hairy dwarf dressed in an elf outfit while doing the macarena (That was a Christmas Party Quill would love to be erased from her mind for eternity.)

However, waking up to an aching pain in her back and head while hearing the sounds of fast muttering and flying engines, was a first.

"How the hell is she even here?" Was the first thing Quill was able to understand from the male, youthful voice, "Screw that, she must have been able to see me! I wouldn't have been able to whack her in the head if she couldn't. How can she see me? She seems to old to see me, yet she does!"

The muttering continued, Quill not threatening her chance of advancing her hearing for her kidnapper might notice.

"Oh, this is bad. I knew I shouldn't of stole the sleigh, I should have listened to my conscience." The boy snorted, "Yeah, like you'll do that any time soon."

She heard pacing, the patting of bare feet against the hard wood she rested upon.

Wait, bare feet?

"What am I gonna do with her? Can't take her back. Heck, where does see even live!? She couldn't of lived somewhere far, for she was able to catch up with me. Dear god, this is bad. Very, very bad. What should I do? Take her to North-?"

North?

"No, then I'll have to tell him about stealing the sleigh and he'll be major pissed. Tooth? Nope, she can't be any help. Bunny? Oh god no! That would be way more trouble then it's worth! Besides, he might joke about this for all of eternity. Sandy? Have to find him first, good luck with that..."

Tooth? Bunny? Sandy? What the actual hell is going on-

"I know, take her to the bunker! Blue will know what to do!"

Blue! He doesn't mean as in 'The Blue Phantom' did he...?

Quill cracked an eyelid open, the night sky and sparkling stars filling her vision. The bright wooden interior of red, the dark wooden board, the trailing of fields and ground beneath her...

Wait, WHAT?!

She was in the sky! How the actual heck can she be in the fricking sky!?

"Alright, take her to the Bunker, tell Blue was has happened. Heck, if she could believe in me then she might be of good use..." The voice continued, the pacing stopping just beside Quill.

She saw the edges of tanned-brown, ripped and tattered trousers, bonded by wrapping of lighter-brown cloth. The boys ankles were terribly pale and his bare feet-

Bare feet! The weird names, the flying vehicle, the muttering of a teenage kid wondering why the hell Quill can see him, bare feet and pale skin and-

Oh god.

Quill has gone insane, the whack in the head has made her brain scatter and go crazy. That had to be it, Quill has officially gone mentally insane.

Hallucinating thoughts aside, Quill had to understand that she has been kidnapped. Doesn't matter if her brain was in a state of insanity, she was still kidnapped and had to escape...

What does she do?

She tackled the person beside her, lashing out at their feet with a pounce. However, the person disappeared before attack and Quill only made contact with the hard floor.

She raised on to her feet, she head darting everywhere to find her target.

"Who are you?!" No response, "Whoever you are, you get here right now so I can knock some sense into you!"

A chuckle was heard, "Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you?"

Quill's head darted upwards, to see the sight on raining gold scatter her face.

Her body collapsed as her eyes shut, the feeling of tiredness washing over her.

'Damn it! Get up you idiot!' Her mind commanded.

'In a moment, just after some shut eye.'

'Shut eye?! You had enough 'shut eye' when you were knocked unconscious.'

'But sleep is good!'

'It is not good, you idiot! Now get up!'

'Night, night!'

'No, don't you dare say-' Her arguing thoughts stopped as weariness took over, her mind going blank and her senses dimming as she heard the mysterious teen say,

"Thank god! I must thank Sandy for giving me that dreamsand.


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