Hey! Sorry it's been awhile...I had a longer story to deal with so alot of editing had to be done XP...and then I couldn't post at school because I was busy...but any ways...Enjoy the story!

Untold Stories

Patra and the Ghost crew were in a tight circle examining a small, square-rounded, black jade.

"This is the Oasis Jade. It protects the temple from dangers, like Arachne. Though now, it is no longer in need because Arachne is gone, or so I had thought."

Pinky looked at the fox in question. "What do you mean, thought?"

Patra sighed and looked around. "Here is not the place to tell it…Follow me." Without warning, the small fox dashed off. Pinky turned to Inky. "Do you think this may have anything to do with Roger?"

Inky thought for a moment. "What makes you think this has something to do with Roger?" he muttered, voicing his thoughts. Pinky shrugged and floated after the swift fox.

"It just feels weird, you know? First Roger is murdered, then Patra goes missing… And the scene where she just, poofed, out of that ruby? It just feels like something really terrible is going to happen…"

"You're really bright, for someone who hangs around dim-wits…"

Pinky frowned at Inky. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" Inky blushed. "Wha? No, I just sighed…"

Pinky looked around. Winky, Blinky, and Clyde were ahead of the two, chatting among themselves, and Patra could still be seen in the distance, running towards the temple. The pink ghost rolled her eyes. "Well, if you're muttering knock it off, it's very rude…" she replied bitterly. Inky looked at her a bit confused, but decided it was nothing.

Pinky resumed her silent floating. I just hope I'm not hearing things, like the voice Winky claimed she heard…

"Your thoughts of who I am just happen to be correct…" the voice reassured. Pinky shuddered.

Not really sure of what she was hearing, she held close to Inky. The blue ghost turned bright pink. "Um…Pinky, what are you-" Not letting go, she looked around. "Shh, I thought I heard something…or someone…"

"And you did indeed, Pinky…"

Pinky let go of Inky for a moment and straightened herself, putting up bravado. "How do you know my name?" she demanded.

The voice laughed. "How would anyone know a name? Of course they could ask, or eavesdrop…But through a long and tiring sequence of manipulation…you've told me your name…"

Pinky glared at nothing. "Who are you?" However, Pinky's question went unanswered and she was left alone with Inky, once more.

Inky stared wide-eyed at Pinky. "What was that?"

Pinky was still for some time before she answered. "I don't know…but, that only proved that Winky was right about a voice…"

Inky shifted uncomfortably. "What voice?"

Pinky's eyes darted over to Inky. "What do you mean, 'what voice'? The voice that was talking to me…How could you have not heard it, you were there the whole time!"

Inky looked very uncomfortable. "C-calm down Pinky…The only thing I heard was you…"

Pinky's eyes widened in shock.

"We should go catch up with Patra and the others. They're probably wondering what we're up to." Inky mumbled.

Without another word, Pinky floated alongside Inky to the temple.

Winky watched as her brother and friend entered the temple. "Well, it took you two long enough."

The two remained silent as they joined the group, causing suspicions to arise.

"Is there something you'd like to share? Pinky? Inky?" Blinky asked annoyingly. The two didn't look at each other as they answered. "No."

Patra coughed, filling in the awkward silence. "Well, now that we are all here, I would like you to follow me to the lower chambers of the temple.

Blinky groaned. "Great more stairs…" Winky rolled her eyes. "Is there something down in the lower chambers that have something to do with that jade?"

Patra nodded and guided them along to the throne room.

In the center sat a royal throne, shining brightly as the sun peeked in through a window. "I'm going to need help moving my father's throne and if we're going to get down there, we must remain quiet. Father is probably still around in the temple, I don't want him to know we are going down in the chambers."

The ghosts nodded as they all patched in to help the small fox move the large heavy throne.

"Geez…What's this thing made out of?" Blinky complained.

Patra flicked her tail as she made an effort to move the throne. "Solid gold." She replied helpfully. Blinky's eyes glinted brightly. "Oh really…"

"Oh stuff it, Blinky!" Winky growled.

Through all their efforts, the throne did not budge. Patra stopped to catch her breath. "How does father always manage a trip to the chambers, when this chair cannot be moved?"

Pinky looked around the room for anything that could help them. "Hey, Patra…Why are those windows set up like that?" They group began to take in their surroundings more closely. There were only three windows in the room, one set on one wall, another on the opposite, and the last just above the throne.

The pink ghost glided over to one of the windows where the sun peeked. "West…" she murmured.

Inky looked at her confused. "What was that?"

"I said 'west'. When the sun sets, it sets west. When it rises, it rises east. It should be directly over the throne when its noon…" She floated over to Patra. "May I see the stone?" With a nod, Patra handed over the jade.

Pinky floated back towards the throne, and allowed her orbit to expand enough for the jade to catch the sunlight. "If I place the jade just right…" The sunlight hit the stone at a correct angle, allowing the light to reflect in the three different directions of the windows.

The throne shifted slowly, unveiling a deep crater in the ground. Patra's eyes widened. "Wow, Pinky, how'd you figure that out?" The pink ghost shrugged. "I don't know honestly, it just felt like it was right."

Inky gave her a highly concerned look. As Patra led the others down into the crater, Inky caught the pink ghost in his orbit. "Pinky, wait."

The pink ghost looked at him cheerfully. "I know, that was pretty cool, right?" Inky smiled lightly. "Yeah, but…I'm worried about you. How could you do all that?"

Pinky rolled her eyes and wiggled out of the invisible grip. "Inky, I'm fine. And what I just did was a bit of ghost's intuition. Surely you were paying attention during our younger lessons, right?" Inky blushed. "I might've skipped that lesson." Pinky shook her head. "I kept telling you, when we were younger, that if you keep hanging around Blinky, you'll become an idiot. I was hoping that would scare you away from him."

Inky laughed. "I only hung out with him more, to prove you wrong." The two laughed for a bit. "Now look at us…" Pinky whispered. The air was silent for a second. "Pinky…" Pink eyes met green. "Yes Inky?"

Silence.

Inky took a deep breath. "I was wondering…if you knew?" Pinky looked seriously in his eyes. "If I knew what?" Inky turned a brilliant shade of pink. "If you knew about how I felt, when we were younger…" Now it was Pinky's turn to shift colors. "What do you mean? Are talking about that stupid party Blinky?"

Inky smiled a bit. "Y-yes, I am referring to that party, and what happened. I never forgot…" Pinky frowned slightly. "Inky that was just one kiss. It was a senseless game, and we were a bit under the influence." Inky looked a bit disappointed. "I didn't know you thought of it like that."

"No wait, I didn't mean it meant nothing! I'm just saying that-"

Out of nowhere, a red ghost appeared. "BOO!"

Pinky and Inky jerked from shock, even going as far as turning deep blue. Blinky laughed so hard he was turning a deeper shade of red.

Pinky's eyes burned in rage, while Inky recovered from the scare. "Not funny, dude." He muttered.

"That was more than not funny! Blinky, you're a thick-headed, arrogant, spoiled moron, who is about to get demolished."

Blinky rolled his eyes. "Pfft, yeah right. Wait….PINKY! I COMMAND YOU TO STOP!"

Winky, Patra, and Clyde were sticking close together, making sure they weren't to get lost. A torch– earlier lit by Patra –was their only light and heat source. Despite being directly under an oasis, the underground chambers were very cold.
Winky shivered. "I've lived in a haunted region for countless years, and this place gives me the creeps…"

"Yes…" Patra mumbled, moving the flame away from a strange oozing substance. "The temple is far too old to keep track of, so who knows how long these tunnels have been down here."

The trio went onward, until they met a dead end. Patra felt around the bricked up area. "There's gotta be some sort of loose brick somewhere- Aha! Got it." She announced and removed one of them from the wall.

Winky looked at Clyde and frowned. "Weird, huh?"

Patra twitched an ear and turned to the purple ghost. "What is?" she asked with worry in her voice.

"Well, it's just that, it seems too easy. If your father really didn't want you down here, don't you think that there'd be some kind of, I don't know, traps?" Patra looked at the brick she picked up. "Not sure what you…Am I sinking?"

Winky blinked and realized that black fox was indeed sinking through a non-solid ground. "What a coincidence, I mention traps and they appear."

Clyde looked at her excitedly. "Try mentioning cookies from Greenwood Grove!" Winky shrugged. "Sure."

Patra tried her best not to panic. "Maybe later, can you lend a hand, or tail, or whatever ghosts have!"

Winky nodded. "Oh right!" She glided over to Patra, and pulled her into orbit. Pulling as hard as she could, the black fox, managed to get most of the bottom half of her body free. She pulled the rest of her out of the thick sand and rested on the remaining ground area, panting.

Clyde floated next to her. "Are you going to be okay, princess?" Patra nodded. "I'll be fine. I just don't know why the traps set off. Dad never mentioned traps." Winky shrugged and looked around on the ground. "Did you hold on to the jade?" she asked.

The black fox nodded and passed up the jade to the ghost. "Here you go."

The jade easily drifted into her grasp, and the purple ghost tilted it sideways and replaced the empty brick slot with the jade. A rumbling sound filled the tunnel until a blinding bright light occupied its place.

The Oasis filled the three's views. "We're just outside again?!" Patra growled a bit angrily. Winky floated out a bit but stopped when she realized where exactly they were. "No way…"

"What?" Clyde and Patra chimed, joining her. "Woah…"

It wasn't the Oasis, well, not the one Patra was from. It was more like an underground oasis, except there weren't any palm trees, but there was a stream of water flowing, and lush green plants growing. (And my editor's impatience with rhyming sentences, going XD)

"It's beautiful…" Winky whispered. She and Clyde floated in amazement, unaware of their missing guide.

Patra was already at ground level, searching for something, anything, that would give them help with their mystery. "Hmmm…" "Hey Patra! Look who decided to join us!"

Three other ghosts were floating behind the other two, gazing down at the black vixen. "Come and join me!" she called up to them.

Winky nodded and began to float down to the ground level, but stopped when she noticed a slightly shaky Blinky, a very red Inky, and an extremely angry Pinky. "Uh…Should we be concerned?"

Pinky placed on a fake smile for her friend. "Nope, absolutely nothing. Right Blinky?" she asked a bit of edge in her voice.

The red ghost muttered a 'no' and continued floating downwards. Winky smiled brightly. "Whatever happened up there must've been really good, to shut him up." Inky gave a somewhat devious laugh, as they made their descent.

Patra was examining a medium-sized rock. "I found it!" she announced. With the ghosts by her side, they inspected the rock, and it wasn't just any old rock. It had very ancient inscriptions written on it, which was very unfamiliar with any of them.

"Can any of you read what it says?" Winky asked. In response, everyone shook their heads.

Winky glanced at it a bit longer before the words shifted in front of her. "Woah! Did any of you see that?"

Patra looked at the purple ghost in confusion. "What? What did you see?" she demanded.

Winky's eyes flashed slightly. "Uh…I don't know….I just thought…Well that's weird, I can read it now…"

Pinky floated forward. "Well go ahead and read it."

Winky nodded, and turned her red eyes towards the rock. "'The one who journeys from curiosity, will betray the rest. Honorable Angels will fall, as the Darkness rises. The one of Red will save the Royal color, and create ties with the Man of Yellow. Pink, Orange, and Blue have the power to destroy the borders and create the Ultimate.'"

The original crew and Patra looked at Winky in dismay; the purple ghost looked at her friends. "What?"

Patra stepped forward. "Winky, how can you read the Ancient Temple transcript? That is one of the oldest languages in the Pac-World. It is only a language my father can und-"

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Inky interrupted. Winky glared at her brother. "What do you mean? My eyes are fine!"

Blinky spoke up. "No, your eyes are not fine. They are supposed to be green, they're red…"

Patra's eyes widened. "She's been possessed by the Darkness!" "Wait! WHAT?!" Inky exclaimed.

Patra backed away in fear, tail quivering. "She's the traveler who will betray us all!"

Winky turned a deep shade of red. "No, no I'm not! I can't be! If I was possessed I wouldn't be able to…I can't be!"

"That's what the Darkness wants us to think! You are exactly what the prophecy described! You've never left your town; you've never experienced the outside world! You will lead us to destruction!"

The air was silent. The five ghosts stared at Patra, suspicion in their eyes.

"How do you know I've never left my home?" Winky asked with edge in her voice. Patra glared at Winky. "Don't try to ask me questions like I'm the one who should be interrogated! It's her! She should not be here!"

Clyde glared at Patra. "I knew there was something off about her." Inky sneered. "Yeah, why would she just have us look for this place with no real reason?! How do you even know about all of this, you're no older than us!"

Patra's eyes glittered with frustration. "She's got red eyes! The eyes of a demon!"

Winky rolled her eyes. "I hate that stereotype, not all demons have red eyes. And besides, a ghost is a type of demon!"

Patra looked exasperated. "I'm innocent, I tell you!"

Pinky floated forward. "Tell me what you called me during our first cookie game…"

Silence.

Patra sighed and rolled her eyes. "Oh you ghosts and you're mystery solving abilities!" The princess vanished and turned into a large dark cloud. "You're too smart for your own good!"

Oh my gurd! That was so epic to write...I know it took me forever...But it had to be perfect...I know I promised some Inky and Pinky...and what I delivered didn't really fulfill what was asked, but I still had to stick to the story line. But we did discover some intimacy between the two years ago...And if I had to guesstimate how old they were...based on the Pac-Man Party game...Pac-Man is 30 years old...making the ghosts around that age...Anyhow...

Winky's eyes. I love that bit, a little nerve-wrecking...Although ghosts (just in general) can technically take any form to squeeze through tight spots, they can't change they're appearance...so why in the world did Winky's eyes change color...oooooh mystery! XD

*Note: In the game, Inky is almost as arrogant, and annoying as Blinky, however...in this fan-fiction, I slightly twisted that personality, because of his sister...Now Inky has a reason to act all...worried, and protective...all the time...-_-"...Sorry if it bothers anyone...

So, next time we find out some stuff...I don't know right now...I kind of procrastinated...and kind of..didn't start on the next...three chapters DX (I'm normally three or four chapters ahead...writer's block I guess XP))

~Raphadelia