Salut! How is everyone out there, sorry I've e even super busy trying to write out the entire ending for the series (this isn't it don't worry). However, i estimated there to be only...probably five chapters...I believe six...Well I'm not completely sure I just know it's coming to a close DX!

So let's just move along so I don't have to cry before this chapter.

Rescue Mission: Pen

"And now introducing, the second in command of the new ruler of Pac-World! His right hand man. His top dog! His loyal advis-"
Winky groaned loudly from her place in the bubble. "Enough with the résumé already!"
Winky and her devious possessor, were left alone in Living Graveyard, while the Darkness attended to his evil duties.
A tiny, blue-haired witch cackled playfully from below Winky's bubbly prison chamber. "Oh Winky you're aggravation makes my job a lot more fun!"
"You are so lucky I can't get out of here! Because if I could-"
"But you can't!" The witch interrupted, her red eyes sparkling brightly. "Wanna know why?"
The air was silent.
"Haha! That's riiiiiight! Because that bubble is made out of a cytoplasmic insulator, which won't allow you out at all! And don't think about trying to escape, one touch from that bubble and ghostie goes bye bye!"
Winky looked far from amused. "Then why do you have an all access pass in and out of my bubble?"
The witch blew a raspberry at the agitated ghost. "Because I'm not a ghost, duh! Now as I was saying...His loyal advisor! His partner in crime! His-"
The purple ghost sighed and looked at the forever moon of the Hallow. I hope they come rescue me soon...
The witch danced chaotically, as Winky sullenly glanced off into the distance. Wanting to entertain herself further, the witch cast an incantation towards the overhead bubble. At first, the spell had no effect on Winky, but sure enough the young ghost was in a frenzy. "What are you doing?" She hissed as she felt her entire entity being bothered.
"Oh nothing, just having some fun with your cytoplasmic molecular structure."
Winky scoffed. "I hope you know I didn't understand any of that, witch-nerd."
The tiny witch snarled at Winky, her light purple skin turning red in an instant. In about five seconds, record time, the tiny witch expanded her size so she wasn't so tiny anymore. The prisoner and captor were now at eye level, only the witch was twenty time larger than Winky.
"I am not a nerd!" She snapped. "I am the loyal advisor! Right hand man! I am Pen-" she immediately broke off, red eyes widened in embarrassment.
Winky stared curiously. "What was that? Pen? What's it short for? Pencil?" She giggled.
'Pen' glared daggers at Winky. "It's short for, 'none of your business you nosey peon'!"
Winky purred. "Oh come on Pen. Surely you can tell me, it's not like I can go anywhere and tell someone else."
Pen looked at her skeptically. "Fine..." She paused for what seemed like a lifetime before announcing her true name. "It's Penelope." She muttered.
Winky tilted her head. "Come again? I didn't quite catch that."
Pen snarled angrily. "IT'S PENELOPE!" She roared, stirring a flock of raven from the trees, and a couple of resting bats.
Winky snorted with laughter. "Oooooh so terrifying! Watch out Pac-World here comes Penelope!"
Penelope grabbed the orb and glared maliciously at Winky. "Shut up, swine. I still have orders to dispose of you if you get too out of hand!"
"Pfft, you can't kill a ghost, Penny, it's been that way since always."
Pen shrugged. "Maybe I can't, but with the Man of Yellow...anything can be possible."
Winky's green eyes flashed in fear. "What do you mean, Pen? What are you going to do to Pac-Man?"
Penelope answered with a wicked smile. "Oh The Darkness has...plans for the little Yellow nuisance...As for you and those low level villainous ghosts...well lets just say that the Man of Yellow will be well fed..." She laughed horribly causing a miniature earthquake to spread across the grave yard.
Shrinking back down to her tiny self, Pen copied Winky's form and floated along with her ghost captive.

"My eyes aren't red, stupid, that's why you were caught last time!" Winky hissed.

Pen rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up. Anyways, if you must know, I am going to keep the orange one alive...despite my hate for ghosts...he's quite funny."
"Clyde?" Winky asked, expression full of shock.
"If that is what you immortal folk call him...yes Clyde, he's darling. Incredibly cute, funny, and a sweetheart. I think your friendship with him could be a little more...closer..."
Winky shuddered. "Clyde and I are just friends, and you know that!"
Pen giggled causing her red eyes to sparkle. "Oh I know, your heart belongs to the Blinky fellow."
Winky rolled her eyes. "As if..."
Pen floated up towards the bubble, penetrating its force with ease. "Your heart's desire says something completely different..." "Yeah if I had a heart..." Winky mumbled.

Swimming around Winky, Pen examined the young ghost. "Of course, what do I know about teenage love?"

"I'm not a teenager, I've been dead for nearly twenty-two years."
Pen stopped directly in front of Winky. "A little young don't you think? Almost fresh out of ghost school?"
Winky felt her core burning from embarrassment. "Who do you think you are? Cupid?"
Pen laughed softly. "Oh calm your soul, ninny, I was only teasing..." With that she turned around and exited to bubble, just in time to see a large spider scrambling in their directions.
Winky recognised the markings on the arachnid to be Idmon the Pumpkin Spider.
"Welcome back, sire!" Pen greeted cheerfully. "I have managed to detain the prisoner as requested. There was no-"
"Oh quiet your nonsense, Penelope." the Darkness snapped. "What I have to say is far more interesting. I believe our esteemed guest will think so as well."
With the Darkness, it's satchel rested on his back revealing a large, pure, black, diamond inside.
"No..." Winky whispered in horror. "Blinky can't be...he just can't be! It's impossible!" She shrieked.
"Oh but you are forgetting one key token...I am the impossible!"
The Darkness along with his servant joined each other in their evil laughter, as Winky felt her inner core shatter into pieces.

Oh if there were words to describe my sorrows...I really can't understand why I'd do such a horrible thing to my favorite Pac-Man charrie...unless...I didn't do such thing... Hmmmmmmmmm...quite the chin tapper...commence evil laughter! MUWAHAHAHAHAHA! Rawr!~

So anyhow, this chapter is the beginning of end of an amazing series. I highly enjoyed the journey to this point...no matter how grammatically incorrect, or spelled. I would like to thank everyone! My reviewers, silent readers, editors (who love to slack off XD), and everyone out there in the audience! We came to a lovely end, but don't be sad...there may be another adventure for the ghosts, just around the corner! (Stupid auto correct is giving me grief XP)

I'm excited to start the new series that I've already started woohoo!

Signing off!

~Raphadelia