Final chapter of the Spook Special. I decided to do this now rather than just wait. So yeah...

"So Numbuhs 58 and 59 walk into a haunted house…"

Doug pushed the door to the haunted house wide open as Gwen looked over his shoulder. "Well…go on in."

"Why should I go on in first?" Doug rose a surprised brow.

"Because if you get eaten by a monster I can run away to safety and get help." Gwen explained.

"That's…ridiculous."

"But you'll go in first, right?"

"Well of course I will, I'm just not going to get eaten first." Doug said as he sprouted muscles and took up a heroic pose. "Because I'm awesome."

"Doug!"

"What?" the former Numbuh 59 asked.

"Did you raise your obscure hand in the first chapter?" Carol spoke unamused.

"…No…" Doug trailed off.

"Then I'll have to kindly ask you to take a seat so I can tell you all my story." Carol smirked as Doug did as he was told. "Now for a tale unlike no other."

"…As if the last two were unheard of." Numbuh Infinity quipped.

"You don't see a lot of the weredogs anywhere on the site." Numbuh 74.239 pointed out.

"Yeah and who wants to use obscure characters anyway?" Numbuh 1-2-3 said as he and several other obscure operatives sighed.

"Anyways…you can tell your tale now, Carol." Nigel motioned to the red head.

"A black 1969 Camaro raced down the empty highway…"

A hooded figure behind the wheel of the Camaro checked his portable GPS and smirked. He steered towards the next exit and sped down into a neighborhood. The Camaro pulled up to a two floor yellow house. The hooded figure exited the Camaro, his bone feet touching the ground creating a cracking sound.

The figure pulled out a scythe and closed his car door. "Three…two…one…" The boney figure counted down before a car swerved out of control off the highway. The car crashed into a school bus, exploding on impact. "Time to reap…" the figure spoke in an accent.

From the remnant of the car, a man with a beer belly emerged with shrapnel in his head. "Wow…I can't believe I survived."

"No." The hooded figure spoke aloud as he approached the man. "You didn't." The figure rose his scythe into the air. The scythe glowed green as the figure brought it down on the man.

The man screamed before vanishing. "Alright, that's on Chester off my list…now to get home and catch my programs."

"Ugh…" The figure turned to see Rachel T. McKenzie, Fanny Fulbright, Patton Drilovsky, and Molly Abrams stagger out of the charred school bus. "Is everyone alright."

"I-I'm not." A kid with spikey yellow and purple hair, impaled on the buses axel, stuttered before expiring.

"Oh no Numbuh…Numbuh…seriously who is that guy?" Patton asked.

"Ah don't know, ah thought ye knew." Fanny pointed to Patton.

"You kids survived?" the hooded figure asked disbelievingly.

"…Yes…why, who are you?" Molly asked.

"I am death itself. I am the Grim Reaper!" the figure pulled down his hood, revealing his skull and rose his scythe into the air. "Well, looks like I'll have to move you four up a couple of years to right now." Grim checked his list. "Now, come along there's no place for you four here seeing as your all dead." Grim looked up from his list to find that the four kids had took off running. "I hate it when they do that."

Grim dashed to his Camaro and took off after the four kids.

"Split up, he can't catch us all!" Patton shouted before he and Molly diverged away from Fanny and Rachel.

"That is a horrible idea!" Rachel exclaimed before she and Fanny jumped onto a dump truck.

Molly ran down an open street, Grim hot on her tail. "You aren't making this easier on yourself!" Grim exclaimed as he stuck his scythe out the window.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" Molly cried as Grim drew closer.

"You're already dead mahn." Grim spoke as his scythe glowed green. He slammed his foot on the gas petal, accelerating towards Molly. Grim drove past Molly, his scythe cutting through her.

"AAHHH!" Molly cried before vanishing.

"Alright." Grim spun his Camaro around. "One down, three to go."

"Running, running, running." Patton spoke aloud as he ran down an alley.

"Patton Drilovsky! It's time to go!" Grim shouted as he exited his car to give chase.

"No! I don't want to go!" Patton spun around, drawing a M.U.S.K.E.T. and letting loose several mustard blasts.

"Grim gritted his teeth as the mustard came into contact with his robes. "Hey mahn! Do you know how hard it is to get stains out of this thing?!"

"Leave me alone and I'll clean it for you." Patton smirked.

Grim continued forward, paying no mind as he was struck by mustard. "You're starting to make me mad." Grim rose his scythe as it began to glow green. "It's time to leave mahn." Grim slashed Patton, causing the drill sergeant to vanish. "That's two."

"Hours later at Gallagher Elementary…"

"I haven't seen Molly or Patton since the crash." Rachel said concerned in her friend's well-being.

"They're alright lass, they have ta be." Fanny patted Rachel on the back. "Numbuh 12 an Numbuh 60 are experienced operatives, they know their way around situations."

"I hope your right…" Rachel trailed off.

"Now class, who can tell me what C is in C times 4 equals 72?" a balding teacher asked before Grim's Camaro crashed through a wall.

"Is the answer death?" Grim asked as he exited his car.

"No sorry Mr. Reaper but the answer is not death." The balding teacher spoke before turning to Eggbert. "Would you like to try?"

"The Answer is eighteen." Eggbert stated simply.

"Correct Eggbert, here's a gold star for the day."

"You two." Grim pointed to Fanny and Rachel. "Will you two please come quietly, I'd rather not make a scene."

"And yet you decided to make a hole in the classroom wall." Virginia pointed out.

"Hush child I'm trying to be imposing."

"Run!" Fanny exclaimed as she and Rachel bolted to the classroom door exit.

"Why can't they just do what I say! I mean, sure, I understand wanting to live, but come on, e all got ta go sometime!" Grim exclaimed as he got behind his Camaro's wheel and plowed through the classroom, giving chase.

"Why won't this guy give up!" Rachel exclaimed as she and Fanny ran down the halls of the school, passing by Nigel as he was dragged into his locker by a tie, Hoagie as he was chased out of the cafeteria by Grandma Stuffin, and Herbie as he was mauled by the Ankle Biters. "Shouldn't we help them?"

Fanny looked over her shoulder to see Grim in his Camaro driving down the hallway after them. "We've got our own problems lass!"

"Give up! You can't escape death!" Grim shouted as he honked his horn.

"Yeah we can!" Fanny exclaimed without looking back.

"No you can't!" Grim shouted as he ran over the Delightful Children.

"…Ow…" the Delightful Children groaned in unison.

"Yes we can!"

"No you can't!"

"Yes we can!"

"No you can't!"

"Yes we c-ahh!" Fanny was cut off as Grim chucked his scythe out the window at Fanny, connecting with her back and causing her to disappear.

"Fanny!" Rachel stooped in her tracks, collapsing to her knees beside the scythe. "No…no…"

"It's time to go little girl." Grim stepped out of his car.

"No." Rachel grabbed the scythe and held it at Grim.

"Gosh darn it! I hate it when this happens." Grim frowned.

"Now give me back my friends and leave us alone until we actually bite it…or else." Rachel threatened.

"Fine. Fine. Fine. Just hand over me scythe." Rachel tossed over the instrument of death. Grim cut a portal into the air, causing Fanny, Molly, and Patton to fall out. "Happy?"

"Yes, very much." Rachel smiled as Grim returned to his Camaro.

"Now remember child…" Grim spoke over his shoulder. "I'll be seeing you soon…real soon." Grim let out an evil laugh before driving backwards into the boys bathroom. "Darn it! I left it in reverse!"

"So…"

"…What a way to end it all, eh?" Carol asked the audience.

"Meh, it wasn't as messy as I expected it." Rachel shrugged.

"I could always go back and make it so you all get reaped with no happy ending." Carol narrowed her eyes.

"Yeah, please don't."

"Wehlp, everyone." Everyone turned to see Chad, dressed as King Tut, motioning to the exit. "The night is still young, and we've got plenty of trick-or-treating to do."

"Yeah!" everyone nodded in agreement before rushing towards the exit.

"From our insane universe to yours." Nigel spoke to you, the reader.

"Have a good one." Rachel pulled Nigel along.

End