Authors note: Hiya, sorry about the lack of updates. I'll try to update sooner.

Chapter Four: Captured

Stampy woke up and was surprised to see a strange fox looking at him, its beady, disturbed eyes poking into his soul. He jumped back in alarm and looked around. He was in a cage of sorts, aligned with iron bars. He just stared at the fox and hissed, unsheathing his claws.

"Where am I?" he growled.

The fox stepped out of the way to reveal the room he was in. The walls were white, along with the ceiling, and the floor was hard stone. There was a red sofa at the very end of the room, and a matching chair in the corner. In the other corner stood a bookshelf, and, along with plenty of other decoration, there was a large fish tank at the side of the room. Stampy could see something inside the fish tank. It was blue, it had a massive mouth, two big eyes, and a fair amount of tentacles.

"Squid?" Stampy mewed in disbelief.

Squid swam around the tank and turned his head at the sound of Stampy's voice. "You're awake, Stamps." he said.

Stampy gave Squid a gentle smile. His smile then turned to worry as he looked across the room. "Where are Sqaishey and the others?" he asked with a tremble of fear in his voice.

Just then, a cheese man, a man with goggles, a duck, and a bear fell through a door at the side of the room.

The fox slumped onto the sofa, its missile launcher bouncing around the strap on its back. "Well, well, well," it said. "If it isn't the Magic Animal Club," A laugh cracked from its throat. "As if your 'magic' could match up with ours."

Ours? Stampy asked silently.

"Actually, that's just a typo," Squid said to the fox. "There isn't really any magi-"

"Whatever!" the fox said angrily, and by the tone in its voice, Squid realized it was a female. "Can we just get on, please?"

"If you say so," Dan said as he corrected his goggles. "Escort us to wherever you want to stinkin' escort us." he said, his voice quickly turning to annoyance.

The fox jumped out of her seat and, after glaring at Dan, walked up to Stampy's cage. "C'mere kitty-kitty."

"I'm not sure you realize how annoying you are." Stampy growled.

The fox ignored him and opened his cage. "Lets get this over with."

While the strange figures escorted them down the hall, Stampy couldn't help noticing the way the fox's eyes twitched occasionally and the way she jerked here and there. It's as if the creature was doing things physically - or maybe psychically - against her will.

His thoughts were interrupted as they were brought into another room, which looked the opposite from the nicely decorated room they were previously in. This room seemed to have a Nether theme, with Netherbrick walls, a Netherbrick and Netherrack patterned floor, and with the room edges surrounded with lit Netherrack, blocked off by Netherbrick fences.

"Oh I like the variety!" Ash exclaimed sarcastically. "Really gives it that touch, all those different blocks!"

The fox bent over to Ash. "Look, it wasn't my idea," she growled. "I didn't want the room like this, but the boss is obsessed with the Nether."

"And who's the boss?" Ash asked.

Just then, a door at the end of the room opened, and HitTheTarget walked in wearing a quite massive cape.

"HitTheTarget?" Sqaishey exclaimed with disbelief.

Once finished examining the group, a mechanical voice crept from his mouth. "Thank you, Fiona," he did a hand gesture, probably meaning the fox, apparently named Fiona, was dismissed, for she twitched across the room and sat at a Netherbrick chair. HitTheTarget then snapped his attention back at the group. "Well now. I suppose your wondering why your here-"

The author then appeared and glared at HitTheTarget. "Ex-CUSE me!" he growled. "It's you're. Not your!"

"Fine, scumbag!" HitTheTarget growled. "You're! Now hurry up and leave before I rip you're leg-"

"Your!" the pilot interrupted.

"But," Target said helplessly. "But you just said-"

"You have to use the correct grammar at the correct times." the author said.

Target shook his fist at him. "Your not going to see the light-"

"You're."

Steam came out of Target's ears. "Fine. YOU'RE not going to see the light of day by the time I'm finished with you! I'm going to rip your face apart than feed-"

A Troll face appeared. "Then." the pilot corrected.

He disappeared before HitTheTarget could pull out his bow.

Fiona jumped out of her seat and ran up to HitTheTarget where she began to slowly pat his back and sing a soothing song.

That was pretty awkward for Stampy and the others.

Once Target noticed they were watching, he pushed back Fiona and cleared his throat.

"As I was saying before your friend interrupted me..." he said with his teeth grinded. "Your probably wondering-"

"You're!" echoed through the room.

HitTheTarget said some nasty words.