Hey everybody! Chapter 3 is here! I'm going to dedicate this chapter to one Azzi Turner or whatever the hell your name is (since I'm too lazy to look it up) because you have been the greatest contributor to my reviews. Everyone else, you all rock too, keep it up please! And if you're not leaving your thoughts, do so!

"What?" I shrieked. I couldn't believe Rocky was gone.

"Who's that, Kyara, your boyfriend?" Kelly laughed mockingly, examining one of the curiosities from the shelves. Magenta huffed.

"He's Frank's creation," She walked briskly over, taking the small pot from Kelly and giving her a quick bop on the head with the handle of her duster and sweeping her way back to where Columbia and I stood with her arm around me, as though she wouldn't ever let anyone else near me or let me go anywhere without her again.

"Creation? Like Frankenstein?"

"Not exactly," I explained. "Frank made Rocky like a sex toy for himself."

"But he ended up being more like a puppy," Magenta rolled her eyes and smiled in spite of herself. "A puppy that followed you everywhere, and loves it when you pay attention to him."

That seemed pretty accurate.

"What's so bad about that? Maybe it's good he's gone." Kelly really wasn't helping her cause.

"Because, dumbass, when the master gets home and finds out he's gone then we'll all be dead." Magenta let out a low growl and glared at Kelly. I take it she didn't really like her.

"Well then you should find him so you won't die,"

Damn, I wanted to punch Kelly. If I didn't, Magenta would. And hers would be harder.

"Kelly," I coughed. "Quit talking."

Magenta ignored her. "Now Rocky's loose somewhere and we don't know where."

"So do you have any idea or could he be halfway to Canada by now?"

"He could very well be in Canada."

Well shit.

"Okay, so I guess we should start looking."

"You'll help us?" gasped Columbia, pulling me into her soft, pajama clad chest for another hug. "Oh boy! I knew you would!"

"Kyara, we can't, we have to go home. Mom, dad, Brad and Janet would kill us."

"I know them!" Columbia jumped. "They're good people!"

"How does she know your parents?" Kelly looked as puzzled as she sounded.

"It's a long story."

"Nevermind, we have to leave."

"We can't though; I have to help them find Rocky."

"Well maybe I should go home and tell Brad and Janet that their kids are off doing stuff they shouldn't be?"

"I'm going to kill that bitch," Magenta started for Kelly.

"Magenta, no!"

Everything happened so fast. Kelly squealing, Magenta lunging, Columbia and I scrambling to hold her back. It all blurred together until finally the three of us stood around a comatose maid passed out on the ground.

And it wasn't Magenta.

Shit, I thought. Shit, I'm going to Hell for this.

"Crap."

"Magenta, why did you knock Kelly out?"

"The bitch was asking for it."

"Would you stop saying that, please?" I requested

"Sorry."

"Now what?"

A silence fell among the castle residents. Columbia seemed to be spacing out like she did often back in August. Magenta looked around, her eyes free of guilt or remorse. And I stood there taking in the scenery as the two words escaped from my lips and the awkwardness took over.

"We should lock her in the closet." Magenta suggested. I was horrified. We were NOT locking my best friend in a closet!

"That's a terrible idea!" I squealed. But my reaction was soon drowned out by Columbia's.

"That's an excellent idea!" She grinned until I shot her a death glare. "I mean that is the worst idea ever, Mags, how could you even suggest a thing like that?"

"We're not putting her in the closet!"

"Well what do you suggest?"

Well…

We could…

I think that maybe…

Uh…

There's the possibility of…

Hm…

"We could at least put her in you guys' room. That way if she wakes up we can knock her out again, bring her home, and tell her she had one of those dreams within a dream that you get when you eat too much candy." I decided.

"You have dizzying logic."

"I have been told, and usually it's not a compliment."

Magenta picked her up under her armpits and Columbia picked up her legs. I followed the parade down the hall to Columbia and Magenta's room, the familiar place that I had spent the night in when I was here back in August. They laid Kelly on the bed. Columbia soon rejoined me, taking my hand in the "I'll never let go, Jack" way and Magenta lounging next to a passed out Kelly.

She was going to kill me and all I love in a cold blooded homicide when she woke up, but it would be worth it. Now I just needed an excuse as to why I'm with the people at the Frankenstein Place.

Whatever, I'll think of something.

"Now that that's taken care of," Magenta huffed, seeming pleased with herself. "We can get on with finding Rocky."

"Well where would he be? Is he somewhere in Denton?"

"I suppose we're going to start looking for him in said town?"

"How hard is it to find a bodybuilder type man wearing nothing but gold bikini bottom in Denton?" Columbia shared the thought in an effervescent and optimistic tone.

"Well on Halloween, and a Saturday night," I thought out loud. "Very."