Author's Note: Short chapter is short.

So life hadn't really gotten back to normal in Castle Bleck.

Nastasia had no memory whatsoever of O'Chunks bashing her on the head, or even Mr. L's report. Mr. L had thanked O'Chunks profoundly. By "profoundly", I mean yelling out "Thanks, Chunky!" while passing him in the corridor.

Mimi had recovered from the long walk she and Mr. L had endured in Misery Forest. Dimentio had continued being creepy, and had forgotten the humiliating squashed-against-a-door-and-a-wall incident. O'Chunks had put the bashing-Nastasia-over-the-head-with-a-steel-tool-and-almost-cracking-her-head-open episode.

No-one knew what Blumiere (or Bleck) had done during the fanfic. Except for you, so be thankful. Timpani had gotten a very nice sleep, disregarding the extremely strange dream she had about exploding rolls of toilet paper and talking electric guitars.

But first, let's rewind to find out what happened when Blumiere (or Bleck) found out about it all.

"WHAT, ROARED COUNT BLUMIERE?"

"Do you want us to explain how it happened?" asked Mr. L dryly.

"Yes," snapped the Count bluntly.

"We-ell, basically, the stickman went into two squares, then got tons of spikes on his head, then grew wings!" explained Mimi.

"Ri-ight," said Timpani.

Count Blumiere (or Bleck) shrugged. "Good enough for me."

The End. Please review!