Hello, this is Pastrinator64 with another chapter from VOiD. I am deeply sorry for the delay in chapter posting, if you didn't already know, last week I was away from home and up in Boulder Junction to spend a week at my cottage with family. Plus, for two days after I got back I had total writers block... But here I am now! But first, now we should get on with some more replies to reviews!

Replies To Reviews...

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Samial723: Yes, I am very proud of how I portrayed the Mastermind. :3 I was actually having a hard time coming up with a name for him, because really, everything I thought of was so mainstream, I just had to go with something. Got it, I didn't make the connection though. Also, I'mah go put EPICSAUCE on meh cheezburgerz. X33333

Enderdude: I love his creepy jester laugh!

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Guest: Why, in fact I have thought about that! Although, I'm pretty sure I need like a couple thousand dollars to pull that off, and that's just my guess, it could be more. And yes, I shall pump out as many chapters as possible!

funkypigeon . com: Sorry, dude, I've already accepted an OC, I won't be having another for a while.

Guest: Yes, he's one year, two months, three days, ten minutes, thirty-five seconds older, just to be exact.

Now that I've gotten out my answers, let's get on with the story!

Hello, this is Pastrinator64 with another chapter from VOiD. Last time on VOiD we watched as Mark and company entered the Temple Of Day And Night. There they met the Mastermind—not before going through several trials. They even met a new face—our brand new OC—named Adrian Stevenson, the tall western dude with his frying pan of justice. The Mastermind challenged Rexum to a magic duel, in which they tied after using their own epic spells, and Rexum proved to be more than the old fart they used to think he was. After explaining about their quest to get the Balance Core safely to the Aether, the Mastermind agreed to give them the Master Compass to guide them. As they were leaving they came across Vanessa, Lucas and Bonbon, who'd been taking refuge inside a large jungle tree near to the Temple Of Day And Night, and they became reunited once again. Now we watch as Mark and the gang sit down to rest, but wake to find themselves somewhere else from where they had planned.

Now, let the story commence!

Chapter 8: The Grief Squad

Mark was in charge of the Master Compass. The white needle underneath the glass of the black compass pointed south, so that's where they headed. As they walked Mark took a headcount; it would help him focus for later on when he was directing people.

"Alright, there's me, Vanessa, Lucas, Bonbon, Kelsey, Gabe, Adrian, Rexum, and then Mickey, who's in my Blockpack. Right, everybody's here."

They continued to walk through the jungle—it took them longer because Rexum was fresh out of magic—until they exited the vines and entered into a desert. Mark walked with his friends, passing by a collection of cactus, some dead bushes in the shape of a crooked arrow, but nothing really exciting. That would probably be the most boring part of the trip; all they COULD do was walk.

Soon the sun was setting and Rexum had to take out the Eyestone, which was the only thing that could create a force field strong enough to protect them—they now knew after Amelia's death. Gabe took out his lead and tied it to the ground to keep the zombified horse Felix from wandering out of the force field and Lucas held Bonbon the baby Creeper close to him, not ready to lose her, not quite yet, maybe ever. Mark was also thinking about Amelia's untimely death, and apparently Mickey could read his mind, because in his thoughts he heard Mickey whisper this,

"Master, are we not going die?"

"I hope we don't, Mickey. Rexum is putting the force field up around us for protection, and since it's just our group and we don't have a house the force field will be small, and THAT means that the power will be more-concentrated to protect us. At least that's what he said." whispered Mark, patting his Blockpack to show some sign of comfort.

They set up their beds just as the night had fallen and the landscape had mutated. Mark kept looking to his side in bed at a mutated Creeper that would not stop staring at him. Every time he closed his eyes he would see those empty sockets, so it took him another hour to fall asleep.

Mark had another strange dream.

He was standing in a dark room. He was standing in a glass tank only wide enough for him to stand in but not move around. Although, it was at least fifty blocks tall, and he looked up to see the top, but couldn't. He could only see a blue speck at the top begin to get closer and closer. When it was roughly thirty blocks away he realized that it was water, and he panicked.

Mark turned towards the glass in front of him and pounded on it, expecting it to break, but it was protected by some kind of spell, and would not break no matter how hard he smashed it. As he was pounding a figure came from the dark and smiled at him. He couldn't quite make out the features, it was all blurry from the dream atmosphere.

But then, he looked up again and saw the water a mere five blocks from his head, and he took a huge breath, the water coming down over his upper body and then lower body in a mere second. He looked at the figure, who he could no longer see due to the darkness of the water around him. About five seconds of trying to figure out how to get out of the deathtrap his lungs began to burn. He pounded desperately on the glass, but his hand continued to bounce off. Now his lungs were screaming for air, and another ten seconds of agonizing pain he felt nothing and passed out in the dream, and the last thing he saw was the glass of the tank and then... Nothing...

"Shut up, you'll wake him."

"So what? It'd be fun to watch him squirm!"

"I said shut up!"

Mark's eyes snapped open and he saw two people standing right next to him. They weren't of his group, he knew that for sure. But then one of them turned around and he shut his eyes. He must've been breathing too loudly, because the taller of them had leaned down close to his face. Mark could feel a jagged fingernail poke his cheek. He slowed his breath, trying to look like he was sleeping, but then the figure grabbed around his neck. "Shadows" by Lindsey Stirling began to play from out of nowhere.

Mark launched into action and whipped out his sword, slashing against the figure's hand. The two of the figures shouted at him, one with a more pained voice, and he jumped out of bed and then backwards three blocks with his sword out, getting a look at the two figures. A bright light appeared. In the light, he saw a lantern being held by a gray, clammy, bony hand. Mark looked up, seeing that the hand belonged to a tall figure in a long black cloak, swiveling like liquid at the slightest movement. Mark couldn't see the figure's face because the hood was up. The only part of the figure that was showing were the gray clammy hands sticking out from the sleeves of the cloak. In the figure's hand was a blood-red dagger. The figure's breath smelled horribly rancid. Behind the tall cloaked figure was a shorter figure. The shorter figure looked exactly like the taller figure, only it was holding a sharp black stone. Mark understood the song choice now, because if anything, these two figures were more like shadows in the night, nearly invisible.

"Well, it seems he's awake. What should we do now Brizarg?" the short one hissed.

A lower voice sounded right next to the other. It too was like a hiss, and it came from the taller cloaked figure.

"You idiot, what do you think?! We were ordered by the boss to find the heroes of the Divination Of Dimensions, and then bring them to him! Weren't you listening Eragariss?" he hissed angrily.

"Oh, yeah. How about we do that now?" said the shorter one, supposedly Eragariss.

"You should stand back, or you might give away the rest of the plans. I'll do the talking here." the taller figure (Brizarg) muttered.

The taller figure named Brizarg moved forward in his ghoulish gliding motion and stopped in front of Mark, who still had his diamond sword raised. He gestured at Mark with a clammy hand.

"But before we do anything, this kid has to be immobilized."

Nobody moved or said anything. Brizarg whirled around to Eragariss, his cloak billowing this way and that, and he gestured again at Mark, only this time with anger.

"Eragariss, you dimwit, I need this kid immobilized!"

The short cloaked figure slithered forward, muttering,

"Oh, right, sorry! Heheh..."

Before Mark could move Eragariss reached out a bony hand and tapped his forehead with a skeletal finger. Suddenly, a sensation similar to that of being poured upon by a bucket of icy water came over Mark, and he went completely numb, falling flat on his face in the dirt with a crunch. He couldn't tell if he broke his nose, his vision was now blurred and he couldn't feel anything. But then another force lifted him up into the air so that he was hovering just above the ground.

"Dang it, I should've killed them both when I had the chance..." As Mark was looking around to see if anyone was awake he saw that they were all missing from their beds—even the Eyestone was gone from its spot. "Oh crap! What'd they do to everyone else? Man, this is all my fault, I'm such an idiot..." As he was trying to get the feeling back into his limbs he thought, "I HAVE to find some way out of this trance!"

Eragariss removed his clammy hand and looked up at Brizarg.

"Now what?"

"Now we get this one back to the boss."

"Ooh! Can we use the black hole again?"

"Fine, for your amusement."

Eragariss turned around and raised two of his bony hands. Mark could just see through his blurred vision a swirling dark vortex appear a few blocks from the small cloaked figure. He turned around and snapped his fingers, and Mark watched as his own body was dragged through the air towards the mini black hole. He couldn't do anything to stop him, and soon he was plunged headfirst into the vortex.

Mark only saw darkness inside, and he felt extremely cold, only he was still immobilized and helpless. Thankfully, he came back out the other end about ten seconds later, Brizarg and Eragariss following close behind. Now Mark saw before him a tall, broken-down, possibly ancient manor made of stone and cobblestone. It looked like it hadn't been used for centuries. Eragariss stepped to the front and held out his hands dramatically.

"Welcome to Chiller Manor!" he declared.

Brizarg shuffled forward and bashed him roughly on the head.

"You idiot, bad guys don't say "welcome"!" he snapped.

The three of them entered Chiller Manor. The foyer was covered in black carpet, and the walls held many gothic paintings, most or all of them featuring many painful deaths. Mark was floated all the way down the darkly lit room until they reached a pair of double doors, which they entered. Now they were in a throne room. There was a figure sitting with his back to them in a large chair of... TNT? Yep, TNT for sure. Even with his blurred vision Mark could recognize that bright red and white block. Brizarg and Eragariss faced the throne and did duplicate bows.

"We brought you the last one, boss."

The figure in the chair reached out a hand from behind the TNT throne and pushed a stone button, and pistons sprang up from all around, pushing the chair around to face them. There on the throne sat yet another dark cloaked figure with bony hands and a covered face. When the cloaked figure spoke his oily voice echoed through the room.

"Ah, Markus Cobweb. My name is Jenx. I have long awaited your arrival."

The figure stood up from his chair and pulled down the black hood that kept his face hidden. Mark would have gasped at the sight, but his mouth was frozen shut, and all he could do was stare.

Vanessa paced the floor of the dark room, wondering what to do to escape. She too had been nabbed in her sleep by those too cloaked creeps named Brizarg and Eragariss, and she was stuffed inside a small enclosed room with everyone else. She barely had the room to pace, but she did it anyway; it helped her think. Everyone around them was trying to break the blocks, but they were protected from any harm. Rexum still hadn't gotten all his magic back from that duel with the Mastermind, so he didn't bother trying to magic himself out; it would just drain him of his energy.

Vanessa sat down on the cold stone floor and opened "Moby Dick" with trembling fingers, which were trembling not just because of the cold but also fear. She had both claustrophobia and cryophobia, and she was starting to panic. In her mind she thought,

"Ok, there's no place like home, there's no place like home. Oh, I so wish I was back home with mom and dad in my bed, with nothing to do but read my book... Ohhhh..."

Just then, Vanessa fell backwards and yelped; the wall had fallen away from behind her. She stared up when she landed flat on her back and screamed, for Eragariss was bending over her, and she could see all too clearly what was under the black hood. She scrambled away from him and stood up, holding her book in front of her like a shield. Eragariss let out a high-pitched laugh and then said,

"Hello, kiddies!" he apparently didn't notice that Rexum was sitting there, because he was anything BUT a kid. "You're all coming with me. The boss needs to have a word with you all!"

Mark found himself staring at the cloaked figure named Jenx's face. He had not expected what he saw AT ALL...

This man had a Trollface skin, and he was—as expected—grinning mischievously. The only different was that the eyes under that wrinkled white skin were bright red to signify evil, power, or both. The Trollface in the black robes leaned forward with his oversized chin resting on his hands.

"So, tell me why you are here."

Mark ran that question around in his head. He didn't have a single clue. Plus, his mouth was still glued shut along with the rest of his body, so there was no way he could answer. Brizarg and Eragariss were standing on either side of Jenx's TNT throne, and Brizarg looked over at his shorter partner, whispering,

"Eragariss! Unfreeze him!"

Eragariss,

"Oh, right..."

He snapped two bony fingers and Mark fell from his floating position to the cold stone floor of Chiller Manor. He scrambled to his feet and stood there, searching for his sword. He caught a quick glance at the hotbar printed on his arm and his heart leaped when he saw it in the first grid square. He brushed off the arm to cover up what he had just done to keep suspicion low. Apparently neither Brizarg nor Eragariss remembered to take away his diamond sword. But he couldn't just take it out and charge at Jenx, that Eragariss still had his powerful Dark magic, no matter how stupid he appeared.

Jenx stepped off of his throne and shuffled forward like a ghost, his black cloak swiveling like fluid. He stopped when he was a mere block from Mark. Surprisingly, despite how tall Mark was this Trollfaced man was an entire block taller. He looked at the Blockpack still on Mark's back and shouted out,

"WHY hasn't his Blockpack been taken already?!"

Brizarg and Eragariss started rattling off apologies from behind him, but he shushed them with the wave of a clammy hand. He looked at Mark's Blockpack again and held out a hand, waving his fingers like he was asking for something.

"Give me the Balance Core."

Mark's stomach lurched and he thought of the Balance Core inside the indestructible bottle, which was indeed sitting unprotected inside his Blockpack. Then he thought of how Mickey would react if a clammy, bony claw reached inside where he slept.

"Master, don't give him Balance Core." he heard Mickey whisper from inside.

Thankfully, he was the only one who could hear him, so nobody questioned why a voice was coming from his Blockpack. But Mark just put his foot down and stared into Jenx's glowing red eyes beneath those wrinkles with determination.

"No."

Without any warning Jenx grimaced and launched himself forward, grabbing the straps of the Blockpack. He and Mark fell to the ground, wrestling for the Blockpack. Unfortunately, Jenx got a hold of it and sent Mark flying to the other side of the room with a powerful kick. He smacked into the wall, sending stars into his vision. He could still see Jenx in the center of the room with his Blockpack, and he rubbed his eyes to get a better look. Suddenly, he heard Jenx scream and drop his Blockpack, but he couldn't see what was happening. He also heard the silverfish-hiss of Mickey. When his vision cleared a few seconds later he saw Jenx flailing his arm with Mickey, who had chomped down with his piranha-like teeth into his hand, and was pretty much latched on. The Balance Core was rolling away to the other side of the room near the doors, and both Brizarg and Eragariss were running towards it. He heard Mickey's voice in his head scream,

"MASTER! Don't let the men get Balance Core!"

Mark leaped to his feet, whipping his diamond sword from out of his hotbar, making it grow to fit firm in his hand, and he zoomed forward at Brizarg and Eragariss, who were almost to the Balance Core, which was still rolling away inside the bottle. Suddenly, as he was running he received another of those strange black and white images. In the image he could see Brizarg turn around with his bloody dagger. The black and white Brizarg stabbed at him, and he watched as first his sword was knocked away from his hand, then as he was stabbed just above his collarbone. His vision returned to normal and a few seconds later when he was close to the two of them he saw Brizarg notice him, and the tall cloaked figure turned and launched out to knock away his blade, but he ducked, and then avoided the stab from above. Mark slashed at the cloak, tearing it open at the bottom.

There was more of that black gunk he saw from the other mutated mobs, and it came oozing out from underneath. Brizarg screeched in an unearthly way, but Mark didn't stop, and he slashed at the hand that held the dagger, cutting it off from his cloaked arm. Brizarg clutched his arm and screeched in pain, and Mark took the opportunity to duck to the right and continue after Eragariss, who picked up the bottle just as he turned. The short cloaked man raised the Balance Core up in the air in triumph, but the next second Mark watched as a small trail of golden sparks flew from out of nowhere, knocking it out of his hand.

Mark turned around and grinned, because standing there in the doorway was Rexum, his ancient hands outstretched, guiding the stream of golden stars that flowed from out of his fingertips. The rest of his friends came charging out from the double doors where Rexum stood, all with their weapons again, all ready to bring their kidnappers to justice.

Mark turned to see Mickey being thrown against the wall to his left by the flailing Jenx. The Trollface man raised his clammy hands and declared,

"Grief Squad members, I call upon you! KILL THEM!"

Through the entrance doors to the throne room came about ten darkly-cloaked figures, each holding different tools or weapons or blocks, each with Trollfaces as skins. An epic battle began there in the chamber...

Mark launched forward at Jenx, who whipped out his own diamond sword the parry. He stabbed, but Mark blocked, and then stabbed again, just grazing his ribcage. He felt some pain stab in the newly-created wound and his stomach began to feel wet. But he had experienced worse before, and he continued to stab, parry thrust, whatever he could do to bring Jenx to his knees.

Nearby, Kelsey had taken on Eragariss, who just seemed to enjoy toying with her. Kelsey wasn't exactly the best at using swords, and even with her diamond one she was having trouble. Eragariss had removed his hood, revealing another Trollface. He giggled wickedly—similar to the Mastermind's evil chuckle—every time he would send a spell upon to Kelsey to knock her over or make her levitate, and there was absolutely no way she could do anything. Eventually Rexum noticed this and thrust out his hands, spewing those golden stars, which lifted Eragariss into the air, hurtling him to the other side of the room.

Gabe was a freaking monster, though. He rode Felix around the room, slashing his zombie sword at all of the Grief Squad creeps, and soon over half of them were poisoned. Felix couldn't feel any pain from being attacked in his undead state, so the two were a perfect duo.

Everyone else was running about the room, dueling with their own cloaked Trollface men... EXCEPT Vanessa. She was crouched behind the TNT throne to remain unseen, her Thanatophobia kicking in, and she panicked at the thought of not living. As Mark was kicking Jenx in the stomach he saw her peeking out from behind. But in the mere second he looked, Jenx jumped up and roundhouse-kicked him in the face, bruising him right on his three-slash scar. His forehead began to burn with extreme pain, especially on his scar, and he immediately thought to himself,

"Dang it, I'm a freakin Harry Potter!"

Vanessa saw Mark get kicked in the forehead and watched him fall, and even though she almost always despised him, her stomach lurched and she inched out from behind the throne to get a better look, her mind filling with worry. But she had crept out too far, because Eragariss had seen her the instant she came out, and he raised up his skeletal hands, forming a black beam of Dark energy. He threw his hands forward, blasting Vanessa, who screamed and held up her copy of "Moby Dick" for protection.

But instead of falling into darkness, Vanessa opened her eyes on the stone-cold floor to see the ceiling of the throne room still in view. She was dazed, but alive. She stared at "Moby Dick" with shock, for now it glowed with Dark energy, but as she looked at the lettering inside it had turned white. Then the letters disappeared, leaving only a group left, which swirled around on the pages to form this...

USE THE BOOK

The Dark glow around the lightened, turning into a shade of bright red, matching the maroon-colored leather binding. Vanessa stared at the words for a few moments, pondering what they meant. Then, experimentally, she raised the book and jerked it forward, and from out of the spine beneath the open pages came a red beam of energy, which curved in midair to seek out a target, which just happened to be the nearest Trollface man in black robes. The cloaked man was absorbed by the beam, and the next moment later the light cleared and all that remained was his cloak, which flowed onto the floor, its owner long gone.

Vanessa stepped out from behind the throne with a new confidence and grinned at her book. She saw an arrow from the left come hurtling after her, and thrust out her book again, and her book transformed into a large knight's shield made of that red energy. The arrow was deflected and lodged into another of the Grief Squad member nearby. She laughed, and, for the first time in what seemed a long time, something inside her opened up again, and she continued to laugh as she ran forward with her huge red shield, knocking about ten different men out of the way.

Meanwhile, while Vanessa was having fun for the first time in years and years, Mark was getting pummeled by Jenx, who was showing no mercy. He wished dearly for another one of those weird visions to help him out, but something about Jenx made his mind go blank on what to do. As Rexum blasted a Grief Squad member with his magic, he looked to his left to see Mark on the floor with his sword up to block the heavy blows from Jenx. He was being overpowered, and probably wouldn't last another ten seconds. He stopped was he was doing and ran forward, whipping out his golden oak staff. Jenx raised his sword up to deliver a final stab, but just before he brought the blade down Rexum twirled his staff like a boomerang, which flew forward and knocked the blade out of Jenx's hands, sending it clattering to the floor. Jenx turned just in time to see Rexum, but not quick enough to stop the old wizard as he reached up, grabbed his floating staff and smacked him in the temple with the knotted tip. Jenx fell to the ground in silence, his red eyes dimming. He, in fact, was dead.

Mark panted and gasped there on the floor, his mind racing about his pathetic failure. Jenx had strength in numbers, he probably wasn't used to having to deal with his enemies alone, so Mark could've beat him. But then again, why did that three-slash scar on his forehead keep burning. He still didn't want to be a, quote, 'freakin Harry Potter'. He knew that his scar and his visions had some kind of connection, but... He just couldn't figure out why.

Rexum helped Mark to his feet, who brushed himself off with one hand, the other still clutching his forehead. He looked around the throne room and noticed that all of the Grief Squad was dead or had fled. Unfortunately, several of his crew had suffered both minor and major injuries. Vanessa was the only one unharmed; she'd been protected the whole time by that giant red shield, which she had now turned back into that glowing red book. Kelsey had roughly twenty or so bruises from when she kept getting knocked around by Eragariss. Gabe didn't have very many injuries, just a few cuts and small bruises here and there, but Felix had several gashes secreting gallons of zombified blood, but thankfully, Felix couldn't feel any of it. Bonbon had ran from the room when the battle started, so she was untouched, but Lucas had a long burn going down his left leg that burned the fabric of his shorts and a long but thin slash mark across going from his chin up to his lower lip. Adrian seemed to be great with that iron frying pan of his, which set its victims aflame upon contact, and he had hardly any scratches, just a gash on both knees; blocking with a frying pan is very useful because of its surface area. Rexum's robes were tattered, but he himself looked unharmed, just tired. Mark looked down at himself and found several cuts and bruises along his body, plus there was a large welt forming on his forehead over his scar from when Jenx had slammed his foot into his forehead.

So in other words, it had been a successful battle in retrospect, or at least compared to any previous battles where they were beat up like kittens.

As Mickey slithered up Mark's leg to reach the Blockpack he said,

"Master I have hurt..."

"It's alright, Mickey, we'll take refuge here for the rest of the night and nurse everybody's wounds in the morning, I'll see what I can do then."

They set up camp there for the night, and apparently both the former Brizarg and Eragariss were both stupid enough not to take away their Blockpacks, so they still had everything with them. As they were setting up beds, Mark set his down near the entrance, and Vanessa came running up to him from behind. She set down her bed and said,

"Oh, Mark!" she flopped onto her bed next to him and said, "It was amazing! I had "Moby Dick" and when that cloaked guy shot his Dark magic at me I raised my book and it absorbed it, and, and then it was glowing with red and the letters inside said USE THE BOOK so I did and it shot a beam of that red energy and when I got up and used it again it turned into a shield and I just plowed right through enemies OHMYGOSHITWASAMAZING!"

Mark grinned and looked at her smiling face,

"Looks like Mrs. Stiff finally learned to have some fun."

Vanessa's smile disappeared at the mention of the word fun.

"Uh... I didn't mean it like that, it was just fascinating. I was REALLY having fun."

Mark playfully punched her shoulder and said,

"C'mon, you can't hide it from me, you actually had FUN without it involving reading your book!"

"No, that's not—"

Mark cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted,

"Hey everybody! Vanessa here actually had FUN!"

Vanessa kicked Mark in the shins and he sat back down on his bed, caressing his sore leg muscles.

"I refuse to admit any such activity. My version of fun is sitting down in bed with a mug of hot tea, reading "Moby Dick" for hours on end. Now then, goodnight!"

Vanessa turned over in her bed to face away from Mark, who just sighed and crawled under his own covers. He was making some progress on Vanessa, but she was already back to her old self.

Ah man, so close! Who would'a thunk it? Vanessa actually had fun?! Unbelievable!

Anyway, how about some more QAA! :DDD

To Norman and Lizzy: How do you feel about your son and daughter now surviving in Minecraft?

Norman: I knew it! I knew that this day would come! This is all the Glitch's doing, I just know it!

Lizzy: W-we hoped that the third chapter w-wouldn't have been destined for either Mark or Vanessa, but we were blind, because now they're alone in Minecraft! Why, Glitch, you monster?!

To the mutated bed from Chapter 4: Here is a translator device. *straps round pillow* There! Now we can understand you!

The mutated bed from Chapter 4: Yah yah, it's naht lahke anybahdy would wanna undahstahnd meh anywah. I jahst wanna be ahccahpted intah sahciety ahnd save deh kittahns.

To Mickey: How do you get on with the redstone bugs from April Fools?

Mickey: We silverfish find players' redstone creations, eat redstone, mess up wiring, it fun. The redstone even tastes like strawberries. :3 *goes off to have a redstone-themed feast with his fellow silverfish*

To Bonbon: Is Butterball your dad/mom?

Bonbon: Oh yes Butterball is my daddy! I luv him soooooooooooooooo much I hug him every day! Um, I try, but I don't... Have arms... *sighs*

To Norman: Did you know that Bailey has a son named Lucas and that Vanessa is with him, but separated from Mark?

Norman: Bailey has a son? Well, good for her. Tell me EVERYTHING you know about Mark and Vanessa! I MUST KNOW FOR THEIR SAFETY!

To Kelsey: No secrets I'll give you an enchanted diamond pickaxe in three chapters if you tell us if you like Mark. [If you do I'll put it in the treetops.] It has Silk Touch and Unbreaking VIII.

Kelsey: Er, well, this is kind of hard to explain... Um... Tell you what, I promise that you DO find out later in the story, just hold your horses until then, alright? Good. ;D

Well then, now that they've escaped the suddenly-appeared bony clutches of the Grief Squad and their leader Jenx, where will the Master Compass lead them next? Will they just keep running into even MORE trouble? Find out next chapter in VOiD!

But for now, this is Pastrinator64, and I'll see you later with chapter numbah nine!

*throws sugar bomb, disappears in a cloud of fine white sugar*

Byyyyyeeeeee...

~Pastrinator64 [~]