My own writing for things to come. This in Boxers point of view since It's pretty much about him. This is pretty rushed. I made it better but there's so little I can tell. I came up with an awesome name though.

It was a cold, wet, rainy day. The type of day that spells trouble. I sat in my room watching old detective movies. The ones where everything was grey. Everything was fine until I heard a loud knock.

I opened the door on my brother. He stood tall but still shorter than me. His hair was wet, blue and pink streaks running wild. He had been outside. He looked tired as if he was looking for something all day. I invited him in to see what was on his mind. I noticed something missing from his usual gothic get-up. He wore all black, the type of thing you wear when mourning.

"It's been stolen..." He spoke soft yet hoarse like he had been crying." my Honekoneko. I was out eating at my favorite sweets shop, I only left him alone for a second and when I came back he was gone."

"Maybe you should sit down." I said letting him know i was willing to listen.

"I'd rather not touch anything in this room." He said." I may stick to it."

I ignored him and asked a different question."What do you want me to do about your cat?"

"I want you to investigate!" He yelled at me."That cat is my favorite doll. You'd feel the same about your dolls"

"Alright, alright. I'll find it." I assured him." Do you have any guesses on who stole it?"

"It was someone who knows us well. That's the only way they knew he was important to me."

I left home in my best detective coat. Time to check out the scene of the crime. When I got there everything was normal. But there was a scent I recognized, it smelled of desperation and loneliness. I looked around and saw the freckled red head who followed me around a lot. He was asking around about something, and I intend to find out. Something about this guy makes me so confused.

"What are you doing here?" I asked from behind probably scaring the pubes off of him.

"B-B-Boxer! I was just here... eating! Yeah, eating."

I didn't believe him for one second."If you think I'm gonna fall for that you got another thing coming!" I yelled, but it didn't seem like I was getting anywhere with him. What do geeks like? Got it."Hey, Geek Boy. If you tell me why you're here, I'll buy you the new Play Studio Vista."

"Really?!" He asked excitedly.

"Really."

"Well, I was walking by and my PKE Meter went off. It was off the charts! I just came to see why." He said eagerly.

"Did you find anything?" I asked.

"There's just some weird claw marks and a dark aura that is floating around this spot. The readings say it's a powerful demon but no one noticed it."

I've never seen this before. It can't be a normal Ghost or even those uptight demons. "What do you think it is?"

"Well, this aura indicates that this demon Is stronger than a simple demon. It's stats are close to those of Satan himself."

"Thanks Geek Meister!" I said patting his back."Maybe you are useful."

"Uh, thanks." He said shyly.

"I still don't like foreskins though."

"W-What!" He panicked.

"Peace!" I said leaving with a weird feeling that I've never felt before. "Wish I could just hop in like... a phone booth and go back in time."I laughed mentally, like that's possible. Is it?

After I left the shop, I got a call from a blocked number. They said to meet them in the old parking garage. I got there and was greeted by a shadowy figure.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Just call me "Deep Throat" He/She said in a really deep tone.

I laughed."That's a nickname I haven't heard in a while."

"This is no time for jokes." He/She said."You are in great danger. A new evil has risen and is waiting for you."

"What do you mean?" I asked. A sweet smell hit me. It was like flowers and death.

"I've said too much!" He/She panicked. "My father is going to kill me!" He/She said before running away.

"A new evil? Why are they after a cat doll?" I asked thinking how stupid that was.

I heard a distant giggle and the clicking of heels. I looked around and found a note sitting on the ground.

"Go back home."

"That dude sounded pretty feminine. Like sock when he thinks I can't hear him masturbating."

Which reminds me I haven't had sex today. A quick stop at the Immoral Hotel and then back to Celetubby Hill.

"Yo, Sock! I'm home!"

He walked out of the kitchen and looked at me confused.

"Oh yeah, I meant to call and tell you I got it back."

"What the fuck, dude! You're telling me I did all that looking for nothing!" I calmed down a little."Anyway how'd you get it back?"

"Some girls came and said she found it. They were kinda weird. One was really overjoyed and the other was apathetic."

I thought about it for a second but blanked out."Anyway, I found then note. Did you leave it? Why didn't you just call?" I asked.

He grabbed it from my hand."I didn't write this. But what's this on the back?" He looked at it closer."It just says, "The father, the daughter, and the Ghost." What kind of shit is this?"Sock asked.

"I don't know but weird shit has been happening all day. I'm tired as hell, don't wake me up for shit!" I told him sternly.

"Wait! Did you do any interrogations? Kill anyone? Bring me back anything? Shoot out? Tell me!" He kept asking chasing me to my room.

"No go away!" I screamed running."I'm tired!"

"Don't try that with me!" He screamed banging on my door."I've seen you screw twenty-one people!"

Sup, this is kinda a prologue. I want you to think about things before I spring something on you. Anywhore did you like? I tried to get a serious yet fun type of feel in here, but I know this really sucks but don't fret the real story will be back next time. I had this idea for a while and had to change it up to fit. So expect better next time. Some important things are hinted.