Chapter Sixteen part one

(Hey, y'all!

I'll get to work on the cross-over as soon as I get caught up with this story.

Enjoy the story and life as it goes! ;-)

-imaginarytoon1)

Beatrice:

I heard my heart pumping and I noticed that I was lying flat on my back. Am I awake in the real world? Am I back in my room or in the living room with a sewing needle and puppet in my hand? I struggled to open my eyes a little bit. As my eyelids began to cooperate, my vision was blurry. I blinked a couple of times and many things that were far away from me looked blurry. I made a mental reminder to ask Mom to take me to the eye doctor.

After glancing around with my peripheral vision, I groaned in frustration…in my head. I was stuck in the dream world. I'm in the room where I made a deal with Psycho. I still have to complete the challenge and get myself and Lexi away from the Toon Patrol.

Just in case if I bumped my head too hard (I probably did or didn't…I don't know), I began to recall the things that I heard and experienced before I blacked out:

I walked into the woods to find a tennis ball, due to a challenge…..I built a dummy out of random pieces of litter and junk…..I got stuck on a tree branch and the Toon Patrol found me….The Toon Patrol tried many ways to get me off the tree branch and failed epically….I get help from a silly toon firefly and a star…The firefly gave me the tennis ball….I disguised myself as a rock after rolling around in mud, dirt and grass….I eavesdropped on the Toon Patrol and they talked about getting inside my mind and making me sleepwalk to Toon Town….I ran away from the Toon Patrol….I get caught in a hidden trap and I escaped again…I attempted to climb up a tree but a rock-and-land slide stopped me…...I ran from flying rocks and falling trees…..I jumped in to a river…..Smarty did something to make the river freeze…and I blacked out after attempting to get out of the river and tried to hold my breath for a while…I had a vision about a bird with Judge Doom's head dropping me in a mega-tsunami.

Yep, that's about it.

But there are still some things that I don't get. One, if I dream about drowning, should I wake up in surprise and find myself safe and sound in my bedroom? And two, how did I get back in the room where I made a deal with Psycho?

Something in green catches my attention and with my eyes, I saw…Greasy's green coat wrapped around the upper half of my body. That would probably answer Question Number Two. Greasy dragged me out of the river and wrapped me around with his coat like it was a blanket. I have a feeling that Greasy isn't doing a good job at remembering the promise that we made while I was in the Los Angeles Hospital. He still thinks of me as his girlfriend, his muchacha, and that I 'must be handled like a porcelain doll'.

"I'd catch a grenade for ya,

Throw my hand on a blade for ya…"

Why am I suddenly hearing myself singing a song by Bruno Mars?

Quietly, I sat up and I looked to my left. I saw Greasy and Psycho with an old-fashioned movie projector in between them. The film that they are playing was…my long history of dates gone horribly wrong. I'm guessing Greasy dug through my memories and managed to find something like that.

Why would Greasy look up my history of dates ending in tragedies? I thought. That's really personal! I don't want Greasy to look up my previous dates!

What I said before thinking and guessing that Greasy dug through my memories was true. I have a long history of boys dating me and leaving me with tragic results. Since I was fourteen, I was considered the most popular choice for the boys in school. I still remember their names and how they stopped hanging out with me.

Boys at school dated me because of how smart I am and how I'm good at playing piano. They take advantage of me and whenever a boy goes too far, then that's when I have to say that I can't be with them anymore if they don't stop what they're doing to me.

Right now, Greasy and Psycho are looking up on my date with a boy named Charles Stewart. After I told him that things were going to work out (he tried to make me do bad things), Charles got all mad at me and he punched me in the chest and stomach. In defense, I punched Charles in the mouth. After that interaction, I decided that I should never date anyone. Even if that boy was the most popular boy in the school, I wouldn't accept anything from him. You can't always trust boys…they're manipulators and traitors.

Anyway, Greasy turned off the projector and Psycho looked like he was going to cry.

"Why did that boy hit the pretty girly, Greasy?" Psycho asked.

"I don't know but whatever he did, it was really wrong." Greasy replied.

"Is Pretty Girly dead?"

"No, Psycho, she's all right. Remember what happened to her when I performed CPR on her?"

He did what?! I thought.

Another excuse for Greasy…performing CPR when he really wanted to kiss me. I wiped my lips with the back of my right hand.

"Let's see how muchacha is doing right now." Greasy said.

After Psycho and Greasy turned around, they jumped in surprise when they saw me.

"Oh, you're already awake." Greasy said. "I forgot how quiet you are."

Psycho grinned a big grin and he ran towards me. He hugged me like I just came back from a war alive. I patted Psycho on the back while I hugged him. To tell you the truth, Psycho has a really strong grip.

"All right, all right, Psycho, you can let her go now." Greasy said.

Psycho, sadly, released me and he walked away to another part of the room. Greasy took his coat off of me and he begins to dig through the pockets that were a part of the coat.

"How are you feeling right now?" Greasy asked me.

"Fine, I guess." I said with nervousness.

"That's good."

Okay, this is kind of scary because Greasy doesn't sound like he's convinced on what I just said. I am trying my best to be careful on what I'm saying.

Then, Greasy took out the green apple out of one of the pockets and he looked at me with an unconvinced look on his face. I thought that Greasy was going to forget about the apple.

"This was the apple that I gave you for breakfast this morning. Why did you not eat it?" Greasy asked me.

I looked around the room with nervousness and fear. I wanted to say something but my mouth wouldn't open.

"Did you not eat this apple because you don't like apples?" Greasy asked.

"No, I like apples." I replied.

"Is it because you hate green apples?"

"No, Greasy, I like green apples."

"Well, help me out here. Why did you not eat the apple?"

I pictured a red 'X' on my face in Greasy's book. If I tell him the real reason why I didn't eat the apple, then Greasy will kill me. But if I don't tell him, then Greasy would keep on asking me until I spill everything.

After a brief second on thinking what I should, I decided that I should tell Greasy.

"You're going to kill me for saying this…" I began.

"No, PRETTY GIRLY!" Psycho cried out. "Don't tell him."

That surprised me because I thought that he was going to forget about our secret.

"I have to, Psycho. Greasy, you're going to kill me for saying this but…here it goes." I took a deep breath and a teardrop ran down my eye. "The reason why I didn't eat the apple...is because…you were going to poison me."

Greasy gave me a weird look and then, he began to chuckle.

"Poison you? What are you talking about?" He asked.

"You're going to add me to your list of women that you murdered. You were going make me eat a poisoned apple." I replied.

Greasy stopped chuckling.

"What makes you think that I'm going to poison you?" He asked.

"Don't play games with me, Greasy. I know that you're hiding something." I replied. "Your little book told me everything."

"'Little book'? What book?"

I sighed in frustration. I got off my bed and looked under it. I grabbed the book and made sure that it still had Las Damas as the title. It still did.

"This is the book that I'm talking about." I said.

Greasy looked at it with shock.

"Why was that underneath the bed?" He exclaimed.

"I'm not stupid, Greasy. You hid it under this bed yourself." I said.

"No, I didn't. I seriously have no idea on how that book got in this room."

"Obviously, it didn't sprout legs and walked in here."

Then, Greasy grabbed the book and started flipping through the pages. He started to frown after he flipped through half of the book. After all of the pages were flipped, Greasy walked to the door and said,

"Psycho, keep an eye on the muchacha for a few minutes."

"Where are you going?" Psycho asked.

"I'm going to have a little talk with Boss."

(To be continued….)