Vampslover: Hello! Sorry for the delay. I went to Melbourne for the exchange program and I forgot that I had a FF account… Sorry… Well, here is the second chapter!

"Chiro!" Nova seized my arm as I flew through the sky. A look of alarm was visible on her face. :You're not really going to the model maker's, are you?"

I stuck my jaw defiantly. "Why not? I bet they made a mistake, or there's something faulty about their snowman,"

"Kid, don't you think that you have gone too far?" Sprx cut in. "Everyone will think that the hyperfore's leader is crazy! You only imagine the snowman's arm twitch."

Even Otto tried to change my mind.

"Chiro, why don't we go and have a hoverburger and think about it," he suggested.

"You don't understand," I argued. "I saw something, I know I did, but no one believes me. I got to prove I'm right. When we see the model maker, he'll own up for making a technical error,"

"Either that, or he'll get us arrested," Sprx moaned, rolling his eyes.

We were still arguing when we reached the model maker's. Our argument was raging louder and louder by the minute.

The modeling building was blocked by tall warehouses. It was gloomy and old. The gray concrete walls were slick with grime, and all the windows had been blacked out with paint. The place looked really deserted.

A sign outside announced:

Manny's models are models with maximum impact!

Sprx ran ahead and blocked the entrance.

"You can't go in there! You're making a terrible mistake!" he warned me fiercely.

A terrible mistake!

He was right, but of course, I didn't listen.

I reached past him, turned the handle and opened the door-

And let out a startled cry.

A man was seated at a bench in a cluttered workshop. I was staring at Shuggazoom's famous star:

JONAH WIZARD!

"What are you doing here?" I gasped.

Jonah glared at me. Before I knew it, he leapt to his feet. His hands reached up, gripped his cheeks and squeezed his face into a awkward shape.

Then it vanished altogether.

Gone was the famous star, Jonah Wizard. The face I was looking at is nothing like a film star's. It was long and wrinkled, with a strangely bent nose and beady eyes. I will never forget how oily it was.

"Its only a mask," the man laughed at my expression. "Had you fooled, hadn't I? When I wear it outside, people always stop me for an autograph,"

"Isn't that impersonating someone?" Nova scowled.

The model maker shrugged and rubbed his bent chin.

"Whatever. Anyway," he extended his hand. "I'm Manny Maker, the model maker."

I hesitated, but shook it anyway.

Vampslover: Sorry for the short chapter… promise I'll make a longer one next time!