HEY! I'm back. That's right I'm back from my little hiatus and ready for more chapters. But be warned, it might take a little longer to post these things. This is so, so that I might work on my other stories at the same pace. I mean it. I have some comments were a lot of my readers thought I was in a coma. Not good. Anyway, read on.

Disclaimer: You know the drill.

Zoey: How long have we been here?

Damien: I'd guess around 21 days.

Erik: Great, we're officially prisoners to a crazy girl.

Dallas: Wouldn't it be a little too early to judge just yet?

Erik: *points to the still traumatized Neferet*

Dallas: Point taken.

Aphrodite: Goddess when the hell will she come back? If she wanted to "play" her freaky little game then why the hell is she making us wait so long?

*the front door slams open*

Gir: SHE'S JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL… LIVING IN A LONELY WORLD! SHE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOING ANYWHERE!

Aphrodite: What the hell is that thing?

Damien: Looks like a robot.

Stark: What the hell is a robot doing here? And why is it singing Journey?

Me: JUST A CITY BOY… BORN AND RAISED IN SOUTH DETROIT! HE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOING ANYWHERE!

Stark: Oh Goddess, it gets worse. She's singing with that thing.

Jack: At least it's a good song. And she has good vocals for it.

Aphrodite: Anyone can have good vocals for that song.

Me/Gir: A SINGER IN A SMOKEY ROOM… THE SMELL OF WINE A CHEAP PERFUUUUMME! FOR A SMILE THEY CAN SHARE THE NIGHT… IT GOES ON AND ON AND ON AND ON *I'm swinging Gir around in a circle*

Erik: Please tell me that she's high. It would make a whole lot more sense if she was high.

Dallas: Or if we were all high.

Me/Gir: STRANGERS, WAITING… UP AND DOWN THE BOULLEVARD! THEIR SHADOWS, SHEARCHING THE NIIiiIGHT!

Stevie Rae: Well at least she knows how to make an appearance.

Erin: True..

Shaunee: ..That.

Me/Gir: STREETLIGHT, PEOPLE! LIVING JUST TO FIND EMOTION! HIDING, SOMEWHERE IN THE NIIIIIIIIIIIIGGHHHT!

*everyone covers their ears from Gir's loud voice*

Aphrodite: Damn that robot has a high volume!

Me/Gir: WORKING HARD TO GET MY FILL. EVERYBODY WANTS A THRILL! PAYIN' ANYTHING TO ROLL THE DICE JUST ONE MORE TIME! *I'm spinning around with Gir again*

Zoey: Anyone else think that she and that robot have something between them?

Stark: I honestly wouldn't be surprised if she was that things master.

Me/Gir: SOME WILL WIN, SOME WILL LOSE… SOME WERE BORN TO SING THE BLUUUES! OH THE MOVIE NEVER ENDS, IT GOES ON AND ON AND ON AND ON! *spinning with Gir while holding his little robot hands*

Aphrodite: Goddess will they ever stop?

Me/Gir: STRANGERS, WAITING… UP AND DOWN THE BOULLEVARD! THEIR SHADOWS, SHEARCHING THE NIIiiIGHT… STREETLIGHT, PEOPLE! LIVING JUST TO FIND EMOTION! HIDING, SOMEWHERE IN THE NIIIIIIIIIIIIGGHHHT!

Stark: I say we shut them up next line of the song.

Everyone: Agreed.

Me/Gir: DON'T STOP, BELLIEVING! HOLD ON TO THAT FEELING! STREETLIGHT PEOPLE, WAOOHH, WAAOOOOHHHHH! *I throw Gir in the air*

Everyone: 16!

Me: Huh? *Gir lands on my head*

Aphrodite: Finally.

Me: Oh. The House of Night cast. See Gir? These are the peoples I was saying to yous about!

Damien: Oh… there were so many grammar mistakes there I don't know where to begin.

Gir: Ooooo. So these the vampies yous wanting to plays truthie's and dareie's with?

Everyone just goes wide eyed.

Damien: That robots grammar is even worse.

Me: Yeah-huh. And I gotta do's my gamey with them nows. Okie dokie? Now goes back to you's' Masta. I'm sure he not be happy if you's not back soon.

Gir: Okie Dokie 16! *hugs my face and rubs his robot cheek against mine* I loves you!

Me: And I love you too Gir. *I hug him back*

*Gir leaves*

Me: *notices the stares* What?

Stark: So many things.

Me: Like?

Stark: What the hell was that thing?

Me: He was Gir. He's an Irkan Sir unit from Invader Zim. Or it would be more correct to say he's either the most advance Sir unit or the most defective Sir unit. I don't know. But he makes for a great company.

Damien: How can a robot have a gender?

Me: *shrugs* I don't know. He just does. Now can we…

Zoey: Wait. You said Irkan. Is that some kind of robot manufacturing company? Or is that like some kind of alien race.

Me: *face-palm* Honey, have you ever heard of a manufacturing company called Irkan? He's obviously an alien robot. And beside, HOW DARE YOU NOT KNOW THE NAME OF YOUR FUTURE ALIEN MASTER'S RACE!

Zoey: What?

Me: Never mind. Can we just continue with the….

Stark: How do you know an alien's robot?

Me: We still keep in touch from our game of truth or dare in this place.

Erik: You actually played this game with someone else here? I bet they were went through hell here.

Me: Wow. Can you stop being a jealous ass-cream for one day? No. I didn't really torture them. The dares and truth were mostly simple stuff from that game. There were so few times were people were actually tortured. And the most is when I took dares from reviewers.

Dallas: And the rest…

Me: *eye-twitch* I don't like to talk about it.

Zoey: Why not?

Me: Because I was the one who was tortured. Horribly. *eye-twitch*

Stark: How did you get tortured.

Me: In that game we took rounds, and when I foolishly made the choice of choosing Dare… *shudders*

Stark: Wait, why is that in that game this, "IZ" cast gets a choice, but we don't?

Me: Because I had to play with a smaller cast. And I am not risking going through what Gaz did to me!

Erin: Who's Gaz?

Shaunee: And what did she do to you?

Me: *sighs* okay fine. Camera Man?

Camera Man*shady guy behind a camera*: Yeah?

Me: Play the footage.

Camera Man: Okay.

*Giant T.V. comes out of no where*

Stark: Let me guess. This T.V. is for flashback purposes, right?

Me: Yeah. Play the footage Camera Man.

Camera Man: Yes.

Gaz: Now lets start. 16, truth or dare.

Me: I know I'm gonna regret this but... dare.

Gaz: Good. I dare you to spend five minutes tied up inside a tank..

Me: That doesn't seem so bad.

Gaz: I'm not finished. You have to spend 5 minute tied up in a tank with tarantulas!

Me: *my face drops in fear* wh-wh-what?

Gaz: You heard me.

*screen goes fuzzy for a minute*

Gaz: I'll count down the clock ok 16?

Me: MMMMHHHMMMMM! *looking at the damned tank*

*Gaz tosses me inside and they start crawling on me*

Me: HHMMMMMMM!

Dib: Come on Gaz she's really suffering in there.

Gaz: Nope she has at least one minute left.

Me: MMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMM!

Gaz: Few more seconds left.

*screen goes blank*

Me: *eye-twitches* Never speak of that horror again.

Zoey: You were actually bagged and gagged into a…

Me: NEVER SPEAK OF THAT AGAIN!

Zoey: Okay, okay. But really that's cruel.

Me: *throwing a hard death glare at her*

Damien: Hey, maybe we should play the game now. *trying to cheer me up*

Me: Yes. Lets. *crazed look on my face*

Erin: Way to go..

Shaunee: … Queen Damien.

Me: Okay. Trivia Time. For all the people I "like"…

Rephiam: This will not end well.

Me: Know what? I'll skip the truth questions today. I'll go do a dare. I'm in the mood now.

Everyone on my hate list: Crap!

Me: Dragon! Fencing Master and the only head of the warriors of Erebus of the Tulsa House of Night. This is your dare!

Dragon: Crap.

Me: The dare I have in mind for you is for me to get rid of all my anger and take it all out on you!

Dragon: Okay. Umm..

Me: Come on. *grabs him by the collar and drags him in my yelling room* Maria! I'm gonna need Mummy's Little Helper! *chainsaw poofs in my hands* Thank you!

*door slams*

Stevie Rae: What do you reckon she's gonna do?

Zoey: Maybe Dragon was the one who was gonna die?

Stark: I don't know. With her, it seems too soon.

Damien: You have a point there Stark. But I guess we'll have to wait and see for ourselves.

Jack: Oh, I hope she doesn't go too far.

*three hours' goes by*

Aphrodite: Ok. Just how much anger was she holding back? This is taking forever.

*door finally opens*

Me: *walking out the door covered in gore**inhales deep breath* Thank you for that Dragon. I feel so much better now.

*Dragon walks out all shakingly*

Zoey: Well I guess he's not the one to die then.

Rephiam: That's not good on my part.

Dragon: Y-y-y-you kn-kn-kn-kn-know 16. It's-s-s-s n-n-not g-g-g-g-g-good t-t-t-to hold all th-th-th-that back.

Stark: She really has that much anger in her?

Dragon *nods feverishly* How she conceals it is beyond me.

Dallas: Why is she covered in gore?

Dragon: There was this death row convict. She went nuts.

Me: I always knew that chewing someone out and doing that would help relieve my anger issues. *rubbing some blood of my chainsaw* Maria! Mummy's Little Helper did it's job! *the chainsaw disappears* Thank you.

Zoey: You okay now?

Me: Yup. Thank you for asking. Sorry I dodged the truth asking. I'll do it next round or now if you want….

Aphrodite: Next round's fine!

Erin: Yeah, we don't…

Shaunee: …mind the wait.

Me: Okay, then. Suit your selves.*humming You Give Love a Bad Name*

Shaunee: *leans and whispers into Damien* We're not gonna…

Erin: *leans and whispers into Damien*… Make it here are we Damien?

Damien: *stares at me still humming looking at nothing* I can't tell at this point.

Me: YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!

Yes that opening was necessary. Wanted to bring this thing back with something wild, kind of a mind-f*** and something that all makes you question my sanity. Yeah I know in the last one I said I would do truth again, but that memory… I had to. Nothing else would make me feel better. R&R, and I'll see you later.