Broken Records Part Two

When Jack woke up the next morning, Phantom was gone. Jack sighed sad that the ghost left, but then remembered that Phantom was to come back in the morning and then later in the night for checkups. He walked downstairs to the lab hoping that maybe Phantom would be there, he wasn't. Jack looked down afraid that maybe Phantom forgot in his haze. He walked back upstairs and had breakfast with his wife and daughter. Danny came in not long after with a smile. He seemed pretty happy at the moment and said that he already had breakfast. Maddie smiled at him as he went upstairs to change his clothes. Jack sighed as Maddie started cleaning the dishes. He headed back down to the lab hoping to find something to help track Phantom just in case.

"Sorry, I almost forgot," a voice said from behind him. Jack jumped and turned around to face Phantom floating there silently looking at the floor. He looked up at Jack. "I ran into the bandage and remembered our deal. Sorry if I'm late or something."

"No, it's fine," Jack assured glad that Phantom had remembered. He turned and calmed his beating heart. Phantom scared the daylights out of him.

"Why did you want me again? I was kinda in and out of what happened last night..er this morning?" Phantom asked landing on the ground. No sound came from it, but Jack figured that was because Phantom didn't weigh anything from being almost starved and being a ghost.

"You might be feeling fine now," Jack began as he grabbed a cup and some water. "But you're still going though withdraw for the next couple of days. Humans usually take them about a couple weeks, but if what I learned is correct, then a couple days, you should be fine." Phantom looked at the ground.

"Withdraw sounds like something for therapy," Phantom muttered. Jack turned to Phantom and gave a sad smile.

"It is a type of reaction for people who do drugs or drink heavily," Jack explained. Phantom seemed to back away ashamed, and Jack smiled at the hybrid hoping to comfort the ghost. "It's nothing to be afraid or ashamed of. Especially since you had no control over any of this, don't feel like it's wrong or anything, okay?"

"It's easy for you to say," Phantom muttered keeping his eyes to the ground. Jack grabbed the cup of water and walked up to the young ghost.

"It might be, but I'm also the only one that knows about it," Jack comforted. "I won't tell anyone; they don't need to know. This is something that you need to do, so don't give up on me, alright? You had no control over anything." Phantom looked up at him and then at the cup. He started shaking again.

"This'll go away when I'm done right?" Phantom asked taking the cup and taking a small sip. It was just plain water, and it amazed Phantom that it helped. Jack turned around and started doing something on the table trying to get something to help keep Phantom calm.

"I hope so," Jack whispered, but Phantom heard it all the same.

"What do you mean?" Phantom asked walking up to him. He stopped suddenly realizing how much trust he had put into his dad these past few hours. Jack turned to face Phantom.

"I don't know all the details," Jack answered honestly. "This is something I'm come up with on the spot that worked. I only have theories, Phantom. I'm sorry, but I'm not sure myself." Phantom looked down at the cup and started shaking again. Jack watched afraid that it wasn't working now, but he realized Phantom was scared this time, not because of the withdraw. "Phantom, I know it's a lot, especially after what's happened, but this is all I got. I don't have much on you to begin with. This is treading on new waters for me."

"It's…it's...okay," Phantom sputtered trying not to spill his water. Jack took the couple steps towards him and kneeled down to his level and lightly put his arms around the ghost. Phantom coiled his muscles, but didn't move from his spot.

"I'll figure something out if this doesn't work, okay?" Jack assured. "Don't worry over it too much." Phantom felt trapped.

"Mr. Fenton, please, I know you're trying to help, but this is too much," Phantom whispered closing his eyes. Jack pulled back and realized that Phantom was terrified of people in general. "I don't want people hugging me if that's okay."

"It's okay, I'm a father, so that's all I could think of at the time," Jack whispered sadly. Phantom looked up and smiled.

"Thanks for the concern, but physical contact has been a lot harder since I got out," Phantom whispered looking down and backing away a couple steps. Jack reached his hand for Phantom.

"Let's work on that then," Jack smiled trying to get Phantom to lighten up around him at least. Maybe if he helped Phantom, then he would find a way to help his own son, and that was all that mattered. Jack didn't know why, but he felt slightly protective of Phantom now. Phantom lifted his own and put it in Jack's larger one. "I think I can help with that. I once volunteered at a home where they were helping abusive animals, and they would gently work their way to getting the animal to trust them. It was in high school."

"Are you comparing me to an animal?" Phantom asked annoyed. Jack grinned widely.

"No, but I believe the same would apply," he snickered as Phantom rolled his eyes. Jack smiled glad Phantom opened up a little. "They were also telling us that they use the same thing with abused children. I would count you in that area as well." Phantom's smile disappeared as he looked at the floor. Jack looked at him concerned. "You know I didn't mean to upset you, but it was something that part of the story. I should've stopped at the animals, huh?" Jack asked trying to lighten Phantom's mood.

"Yeah," Phantom mumbled taking his hand away. Jack looked at the floor afraid he may have really hurt Phantom.

"I didn't mean anything bad by it," Jack whispered hoping to get Phantom to open back up. "I guess my thoughts get caught up with me, and sometimes I can't stop myself."

"It's okay," Phantom muttered. "I'll be back later, okay?" Jack shook his head.

"Come on, don't go," Jack pleaded. "We can change the subject. Please?" Phantom looked at Jack and smiled faintly as he started to disappear. Jack looked at the cup that still had some water in it. "Wait, you still have to finish the cup." Phantom suddenly became solid and looked at the cup.

"There's about a third full," Phantom mumbled. Jack handed it to him.

"I will inject the rest if you don't finish. So, please, just drink the rest," Jack added. "If not, then you may not last the entire day." Phantom sipped the rest slowly.

"Thanks," Phantom whispered looking at the ground. Jack put his hand under Phantom's chin and lifted his head gently.

"Keep your head up," Jack smiled. "It'll help. Also, if you feel shaky or just that something is off, please come back here immediately. I don't want to see you get hurt, or end up accidently hurting someone else, alright?" Phantom nodded.

"I will," he assured and took off. Jack sighed hoping that Phantom would be okay.

A couple days later Jack woke up to Phantom hovering over him. Maddie had fallen asleep downstairs with Jazz, and Danny was with Tucker doing a project. Jack jumped out of bed and grabbed an ecto gun.

"You really need to stop that," Jack stated relaxing as Phantom backed himself into a wall. Jack sighed realizing that every time Phantom did that, he ended up trapping himself. "What is it?" Jack asked knowing that if he stayed on the whole scaring thing, Phantom would get annoyed instead and then they get nowhere.

"I'm not feeling all that well," Phantom whispered taking small steps. Jack couldn't see the cocky know-it-all hero Phantom used to be anymore, and now Phantom was like another son to Jack. Jack noticed that Phantom kept one arm behind him, and that he was shaking slightly. Phantom looked up and Jack also noticed that his eyes were dilated. He looked like he was in some kind of high.

"You're coming out of the withdraw, which is great, but what's with hiding your arm?" Jack asked worried for Phantom's safety. Phantom just shied away as Jack slowly stepped closer. "Let me see it," Jack requested calmly holding out his hand. He realized that with a kind word to Phantom, he would do anything you asked. Phantom looked at him and slowly let his arm fall in Jack's hand. Jack looked at the scared teen's eyes before examining the arm. He noticed at first that Phantom seemed to have been tied up and then something was forced into his arm. "Did they get you again?" Jack asked worriedly.

"Yeah," Phantom mumbled shaking again. "I was fighting another ghost when they shot a net at me. I couldn't get out, but the ghosts have heard about me being there. So the ghost attacked them and set me free. It's weird being saved by someone who wants your pelt." Phantom winced as Jack gently placed a finger over the needle mark and pressed hoping to get some of the drug out.

"This'll set you back, but only for a couple days," Jack whispered as some cream colored liquid came out. Jack grabbed a small container and gently ran it under Phantom's arm to catch it. Phantom began to shake more violently. "It's going to be worse though."

"Like I didn't already have enough problems," Phantom muttered. Jack gently led Phantom back to the guest room where he had put everything he may have needed for Phantom.

"If I can get the results back soon on what they had been shooting you up with, then maybe I can make it so that way maybe I can help more," Jack explained as Phantom pulled off his glove and sat on the bed. Jack pulled out the kit and set it next to Phantom. "This might sting a little, but if your body works similar to a human's, then I don't want you to get sick." Phantom smiled up at him slightly.

"Thanks," he whispered as Jack dabbed the cloth in the antiseptic and gently set it on the needle mark. It had been ripped out of Phantom none too gently by the looks of it. Phantom winced as it started stinging.

"Can you stay tonight then?" Jack asked looking at the ghost. Phantom looked down.

"I have to make a couple calls," he whispered. "I have friends who would be worried about me." Jack nodded and grabbed out a phone. It was black with Phantom's symbol on it.

"Here, I figured you could use it," Jack said handing Phantom the phone. "I have my number first, then Maddie's. You can add your friends on it to. I put a tracking bacon in it, and only you can activate it. It'll send a signal to mine and Maddie's phone so we can find you." Phantom looked up at him surprised.

"You didn't have to," Phantom sputtered shocked that Jack would do something like that for him.

"I know, but now you're part of the Fenton family now," Jack exclaimed grinning. "I had talked with Maddie about it last night. She said that it would be fine. She already knew you were here, and that I was helping you." Phantom started shaking again as the drugs in his system started affecting him.

"I don't feel so good," Phantom mumbled holding his head. Jack sighed and helped Phantom to the bathroom where he threw up.

"Well, at least I can think of a couple drugs now," Jack smiled as Phantom glared at him for a moment before sitting on the floor. "I may need help. Phantom, I know that you don't want anyone else to know, but can I at least have Maddie help me? I can't do this by myself, and she might know things that I don't." Phantom looked up at him wearily trying to process what he had said. When he did, he looked up unsurely at Jack.

"I…don't know," Phantom mumbled trying not to throw up again. He held his stomach as Jack put a hand on the ghost's forehead. Phantom tensed and tried to move away.

"Hey, I'm just checking," Jack whispered as Phantom ran his back into the bathtub. He whimpered in pain from the force. "Your temp is a little high, please, Phantom, there is only so much I can do."

"As long as she doesn't tell anyone," Phantom whispered shaking again. Jack helped Phantom stand.

"I'll get her, and you can take a shower, it should help," Jack instructed standing up himself. Phantom leaned against the sink breathing heavily. "She can bring you some of Danny's old sweats. He won't notice. Is that okay?" Phantom nodded giving up. He needed help, and this was the only thing he had at moment. Jack stayed for a few moments to make sure that Phantom was going to be okay. He left the bathroom leaving the door cracked just in case. He heard the water running when he exited the bedroom.

"Maddie?" Jack called walking down the steps. Maddie looked up from going through a scrap book. She looked up with tears in her eyes. "I need your help."

"Did Phantom break your trust?" she growled glaring in the direction of the guest room.

"No, he kept his promises. Mads, he's sick, and I don't know what else to do," Jack explained walking up to her. Maddie sighed losing her anger.

"We just got Danny back, and now he's back to disappearing," Maddie sighed picking up a picture of a younger Danny hugging her. "I don't want to help some ghost. I want to help my son."

"Mads, I know, but maybe helping Phantom can also help Danny? Please, he really needs it," Jack pleaded sitting next to her. "He knows what happened to Danny, and probably was put though the same things. Test something to work on with him, and if it works, we can use it to help Danny." Maddie looked up at her husband thoughtful.

"But, is he telling the truth?" Maddie asked. "How do you know he didn't say that just to get your help?"

"He was delirious when he said it," Jack mumbled. "He's was in and out of it when he told me. I don't even know if he remembers telling me that." Maddie looked down at the scrapbook and sighed.

"Fine, I'll help, but only if I get to ask him questions," Maddie augured looking up at her husband. Jack smiled.

"Alright, just stay clear of questions about his time in the Guys in White," Jack warned. Maddie shot a glare at him. "It gets pretty bad. He told me one story, and to be honest, I don't want to know anymore." Maddie looked at the saddened look Jack gave her. "But they no longer have my respect, and I don't want them anywhere near this house or the kids. They hadn't just used ghosts in their experiments, Mads. They tortured humans, and our son was one of them." Maddie held a gasp surprised they would do something like that. "Please, Phantom is still healing. I have him taking a shower now. He threw up, and I think he's gaining a fever," Jack pleaded.

"I'll get him some of Danny's clothes that he never wears," Maddie said standing up and heading to her son's room. "Still have some questions for the ghost later though." Jack smiled.

"Be nice, and he'll tell you anything. I'm not kidding. I asked him how he died, and I got a pretty odd answer," Jack smiled. "Hybrids, anyone?"

"Yes," Maddie grinned as her husband cheered her up. She walked up the steps and disappeared. Jack pulled out the small container with some of the drug Phantom had running in his system. He walked down to the lab and put it in the mass spectrophotometer. A machine that would identify the parts of substance put in it, only difference was that Jack and Maddie had added parts of it to indentify different parts of ectoplasm.

"Alright, what are you addicted to?" Jack mumbled typing in the password and getting through to the results. His eyes widen at the results, surprised that the government would use drugs taken from dealers to experiment on people with.

The screen flashed blankly the chemical compound of pure methamphetamine.

Maddie walked out of her son's room with an extra pair of sweats and an older shirt. According to Jack, Phantom was slightly smaller than Danny, so she figured that Danny's clothes could fit the young ghost. Just knowing that is what made Maddie feel slightly guilty about hunting Phantom. He was so young when he died.

"Phantom?" she asked walking into the bathroom where her husband had left the ghost. Phantom's eyes were the only thing she could see through the curtain.

"Maddie?" he acknowledged. She could hear his voice shake and the pain that he was no doubtingly in.

"I have some clothes of Danny's. There are a little small on him, but they might fit you," Maddie explained setting the clothes on the corner. She didn't notice Phantom wince thinking of what they might be. They probably did fit in his condition now.

"Thanks," he mumbled trying to maintain his upright position. He had thrown up everything he had in his stomach, and now he just felt like crap while the warm water ran down his back. He had dirt, blood, and ectoplasm come out. He was surprised and had to remember that sometimes to take a shower in ghost form to make sure that half is clean to. He smiled before a spasm of pain went down his back. Maddie had yet to leave she just watched the form on the other side of the shower curtain move as in pain.

"Do you want anything? I had a cousin who went though withdraw, and he was in a lot of pain," Maddie whispered remembering her cousin's screams when he was trying to quit drugs. "He relapsed twice during it." Phantom's green eyes had shown though the curtain.

"Why are you telling me…this?" Phantom sputtered out as a shudder racked his body, and he grabbed the handle on the side to keep himself from falling on the floor. Maddie wanted to help, but thought better of it since Jack told her that Phantom was afraid of people. She waited until Phantom opened his eyes again.

"I was there helping him, so I know how to help. That's why Jack wanted my help," Maddie explained hoping that Phantom would be okay with it. His green eyes had dulled, and Maddie was worried that he wasn't too keen on having her help. She realized that it wasn't her helping that was making him feel bad, but the fact that he needed help in the first place. He had always been the one helping everyone else, so this was something he wasn't use to. "Do you like soup? Or I can make something else?"

"Yeah," Phantom whispered closing his eyes and breathing heavily. Maddie watched as Phantom slowly sat on the floor. "That'll be fine."

"I'll be back later, then with it. I think Jack is working on trying to figure out what they had in you," Maddie explained to the young ghost. "Try not to hurt yourself. Jack can't hear you, and I might have to go to the store. Alright?"

"Okay," Phantom mumbled becoming nothing but a dark spot in the shower.

"When you are finished, just go back to sleep," Maddie ordered lightly and walked out of the room. She could faintly hear Phantom sigh as another shudder racked his abused body.

"Jack, I'm going to the store," Maddie informed walking down the steps to the lab. Jack looked up with a worried frown. "What was it?"

"Pure meth, I'm surprised the little guy survived," Jack stated sadly looking back at the results. "I mean this has nothing in it to die it down. It's the real pure stuff. There isn't anything else in it to keep it from destroying a person's system." Maddie walked over to him and kissed his head.

"If they didn't give him much, his body can handle it. He is a ghost," Maddie explained looking at results. She frowned at the amount Jack still had in the container.

"I'm pretty sure they tried to over dose him," Jack sighed. Maddie looked at her husband confused.

"I thought you hated him," she whispered looking into Jack's eyes. Jack smiled faintly.

"I never said that. I wanted to learn from him, but I would never treat him like they did. I wouldn't have pumped him full of addictive illegal drugs to get results," Jack explained shutting the computer. "How is he?"

"He's still shaky, and now I feel bad for being mean to him," Maddie sighed looking away. Jack smiled.

"At least we can help him though this. He deserves some kindness from humans. They sure did seem like the good guys when I was talking to them, but now, I don't want anywhere now our house, the kids, or Phantom," Jack muttered darkly. "I thought that we were supposed to be the good guys, but now, I'm not so sure."

"We are the good guys," Maddie comforted. "The Guys in White aren't. We'll create a truce with Phantom and fight them. Then we can learn more about ghosts from Phantom. We make nice to him, then we can get the info he has on them. Maybe he'll let us take a sample?"

"No, I'm not experimenting on him. The Guys in White have probably destroyed anything worth learning from him," Jack stated sternly. "I think he's been through enough." Maddie smiled glad her husband stood up for something he believed.

"I'm going to be back later. Check on Phantom to make sure he doesn't do something stupid. He may not say it, but he is in extreme pain. He could become desperate enough to try to hurt himself just to make it stop. My cousin cut himself while in this state. I would suggest putting the shield up so he can't get out," Maddie explained kissing her husband one more time before leaving. Jack smiled glad his wife was supporting his decision to help the young boy.

"I'll make sure that he doesn't," Jack whispered looking at the blank screen. He grabbed some of his ghost research that he thought could help Phantom. He started walking to the door when he stopped and started back to the table and grabbed a couple things he had questions on. If the first plan didn't work, maybe getting Phantom's mind off the pain would. He smiled and started up the stairs. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed some fudge and crackers.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Danny asked walking into the room slightly. He had made sure that they still thought that he was working with Sam and Tucker while he was going through this, but it was hard just getting out of bed. It wasn't as bad as human, but his ghost form couldn't take much more.

"I'm just grabbing a snack," Jack grinned trying to keep his son from finding out about the ghost that was in the guest room. "How you feeling?"

"Better, a little sore," Danny replied smiling at his dad's goofy grin. As soon as Jack turned around Danny held his arm as a shot of pain ran up it. "Sam was hoping I could stay for a movie night. Can I?" Jack didn't really want Danny gone for too long, but he also didn't want him knowing about the ghost upstairs. He decided that it was best if Danny was out of the house in case Phantom screamed out.

"Yeah, just call when you get there, and please, be careful," Jack pleaded looking into his son's eyes. Danny smiled.

"I will," he ran outside. Jack sighed and grabbed a Sprite for Phantom hoping that'll settle his stomach. He began up the steps when he heard a thud coming from the guest room. He ran the rest of the way up the stairs and into the room to see Phantom leaning against the wall on the floor.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked cautiously walking up to the ghost. Phantom looked up at him, and tried to smile but a pain shot through his arm again. He bit back a scream. Jack kneeled down in front of him and took his arm. "Maddie said that you would have phantom pains going though your body. It wants the drug they had put in."

"Can't you use the water thing again?" Phantom asked shaking. Jack sighed.

"We can try, but for whatever reason, it's not really working," Jack said getting some water in a cup. "I had injected some in before you took a shower when you were in some half passed out state, but nothing happened." Phantom looked down at his feet. He now was wearing the sweats Maddie had given him, and sadly they fit perfectly, if not a little big. It worried him on how much weight he really lost. They were too tight on him last time, and now they seemed slightly large.

"I think the world hates me," Phantom mumbled as he took the glass and sipped it. He was still shaking and another pain shot though his spine this time. He dropped the cup and leaned forward trying to make it stop. Jack held the ghost's hand as Phantom squeezed it trying to lessen his pain. He slowly released as the pain died away.

"You okay now?" Jack asked worriedly. Phantom nodded, and Jack helped him stand up to move to the bed. Phantom sat down and tried to catch his breath. He was shaking that Jack felt like he should do something. "Phantom?"

"Yeah," Phantom whispered as pain shot up his leg. He pulled it up and started massaging it hoping to lessen the pain. Jack reached for some of his research that he hoped might help, but now he wasn't so sure. Phantom looked up at him.

"I know what they used," Jack whispered not wanting to keep it from Phantom. Phantom looked up surprised. "I won't tell until after you get though this, okay? I don't want you going around trying to get it yourself. I don't want to have to do this on your own accord." Phantom smiled shaky.

"Thanks for the concern," he whispered lying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. "I hate boxes." Jack looked at the ghost surprised at the random statement.

"Is that because of the Box Ghost?" Jack asked tilting his head in confusion. Phantom's eyes widen.

"I forgot about him," he shot up and looked at Jack. "I can't fight him, there's no way."

"Phantom, you're delirious, again," Jack stated putting his hands on the ghost's shoulder to prevent him from getting up. "Come on. I don't have a hard time beating that ghost." Phantom began shaking.

"It…They…I…they used a box," Phantom stammered trying to regain some sense of control. "They had my head in it. It...it wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be until I heard the screaming…they were in pain…and then another voice joined the screams of pain…I realized it was mine as something was injected…they never told me…but those screams…they were loud…and there was nothing that…that I could do." Jack listened trying to keep his anger under control. Phantom opened up, but he wished that Maddie was here to listen as well, but then again, maybe not. He didn't want her to know some of the things Phantom was talking about. There was a knock on the door as Maddie walked in with some soup and Pepo.

"Hey honey," Jack greeted standing up and giving her a kiss.

"Hey," she smiled and then looked at Phantom who was just staring at the ceiling. "Does he do that a lot?" Jack looked back at Phantom.

"He's remembering. Be careful, he might get violent if provoked. I learned that the hard way," Jack said rubbing his shoulder. "He might make you sore, but he'll feel really bad after."

"He's a ghost, violence is his first instinct," Maddie informed glaring at the hybrid.

"Violence was also Hitler's first instinct," Phantom informed smiling at her. Then he stopped as a pain erupted in his stomach. He rolled on his side and curled up. Maddie just sighed as Phantom began shaking.

"He has a point," Jack stated smiling at Maddie. She shot him a quick glare before sitting in front of Phantom. She put her hand on his side and felt his rapid breathing although with his ribs.

"Phantom, come on. Most of it is in your head," Maddie explained softly running her hand to his face and though his hair. "Sit up, I brought you some soup." Phantom looked up at her as the pseudo pain died down.

"I know," Phantom whispered putting his arms under himself to lift up. "Sadly knowing that doesn't help."

"My cousin said the same thing when he tried to stop drugs as well. He was addicted to the same thing you were," Maddie sighed.

"I haven't told him what it was," Jack pointed out. "I didn't want him running out and trying to find it himself." Phantom just ignored them hoping to get something down as he moved over to the tray. He looked at Maddie curiously when she leaned against him. Jack wanted to point out that Phantom wasn't too keen on humans being near him, but he didn't seem to mind. "Phantom?"

"Huh," Phantom mumbled with food in his mouth. Maddie smiled at Jack knowing what he was wondering.

"I had a theory, and I tested it," she shrugged moving against Phantom to get comfortable. "He's afraid of men, Jack. He was tortured by them, so with females, he's okay with." Phantom looked at her confused before realizing what had happened. He suddenly became very uncomfortable, and Maddie stood up.

"So, what would happen to cause that kind of response?" Jack questioned confused. Phantom stiffened, and Maddie gave him a sad look.

"Something that he probably never wants to relive," Maddie whispered walking out of the room. Jack looked at Phantom who had put down his spoon and crawled up into the bed and covered his head. Jack heard sobs coming from Phantom, and there was nothing he could do to stop them. Jack walked up next to Phantom and put his hand on the ghost's side.

"It's okay," Jack whispered giving an encouraging pat. Phantom whimpered as a pain went through his body. He screamed out and arched his back as pain shot down his spine like electricity. Jack pulled his hand back as green surrounded the ghost's back. It turned blue, and Phantom relaxed. "Phantom, you still there?" Jack asked worried. Phantom opened his eyes slightly and looked at him sleepily.

"That was weird," he mumbled smiling slightly now that he didn't feel anything. Jack reached for Phantom only to feel the power coming from the hybrid.

"Phantom, hey now, let's not get too out there," Jack whispered getting a confused look from Phantom.

"I can't feel anything," he mumbled closing his eyes and falling asleep. Jack worriedly put his hand on the hybrid only to feel extreme cold coming from the ghost.

Danny: She would have had this up earlier since you met her request

Me: I wasn't expecting it honestly, but I was busy this weekend at the Equine Affair

Danny: It was fun

Me: I have a new outfit for Hunt!

Danny: She is breaking this into parts, and quite possibly might make a story that is based off this, but doesn't lead into Seeing Sounds, it'll have a different ending for it instead.

Me: I hope you guys had a great weekend and if you want this to be updated sooner, I want seven more reviews...!