I don't own the goosebumps series, but I do own the characters.

This was a requested fic. So I Hope y'all like it!

"So..." My best friend, Ella, said as we sat down on the swing set in my backyard. "Where's Matt?"

"Matt? I don't know anyone named Matt." I lied. I can't stand Matt, my 7 year old brother, who's a serious pain in the neck.

"Oh, you shut up! You know who Matt is, stop playing around, Becca." She giggled. Then the smile disappeared off her face in an instant. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" I asked, looking around us.

"It came from around the side of the house. Sounded like someone giggling or something."

"I'll go check it out. I'll be back in a second."

"Never say that. They always say that in the horror movies and they're the first ones killed." Ella said, as I got up off my swing.

I slowly walked around the side of the house and poked my head around the corner. I screamed as I saw a little bug eyed boy, grinning widely. "Matthew Carter Sullivan!" I cried, as he brought a ketchup bottle from behind his back and doused me with fake blood. "Give me that!"

I tried to snatch it out of his hands, only to squeeze it and end up with fake blood in my chestnut brown hair. He pulled it back and ran over to Ella and squirted a bunch of fake blood all over her blue Def Leppard concert shirt.

"What the?" Ella screeched as Matt dissolved into a bunch of giggles and he threw down the bottle.

I ran and snatched it up off the ground and chased him to the front door. Just as he slammed the front door, I squirted the fake blood at the white door.

I never meant to do it. But he always makes me so angry and he really just crossed a line and I had to something about it.

Our mom, Cindy, opened the door and stared at me in shock. Matt appeared behind her, with fake tears cascading down his cheeks. "Why are you terrorizing your poor brother? How old are you, five? You're 16; act like it!"

Matt cane outside, smirking at us. "I got you. Almost as good as at your party."

I thought back to a week ago, when mom made me invite him to my sixteenth birthday party. I knew he'd do something to ruin it; he always does.

And all my friends were there, including my crush, Jacob Tyler. And everything was going great, until mom made me bring in my birthday cake.

I walked through the dimly lit hallway, carrying the cake as carefully as I could, when a hand reached out and grabbed my ankle causing me to fall forward and the cake fell right on my face.

As I got up off the floor, I wiped a bunch of icing out of my eyes, staring down at Matt, who was grinning up at me.

I turned around to see everyone, except for Ella, laughing at me. "Hey, Becca, aren't you supposed to serve your guests first?" Brianna Lyons asked, laughing at me.

I walked to the kitchen to wipe all the icing off of my face. Once every particle of the yummy chocolate icing was gone, I walked back into the living room so I could open my presents.

I sat down on the floor, beside Ella, who handed me the first present. I pulled the wrapping out of the bag, only to find a football. I smiled at Ella. "Thanks! I'm glad you remembered that I wanted a football!"

She gave me a side hug. "What king of friend would I be if I didn't get you what you wanted? Not a good one, that's for sure."

I went through all of the gifts, when it came down to the last one. It was the last one, so it had to be from Jake. I already knew what it was, but I had to act surprised.

I pulled off the wrapping paper to find a Def Leppard cd. "Gee, thanks, Jake. I don't think I have this one yet."

A squeaky kid voice piped up, giggling. "Of course you don't. You said it was lame and you threw it out. But now she'll probably like it, now that she's in love." He sang out.

"Oh, man!" I groaned, putting my head in my hands as everyone laughed and pointed at me.

I had to get him back. But how?

"Well, I've got to get back home. Mom wanted me to come home to go to the airport with them to pick up my sister." Ella interrupted my thoughts.

"Okay. See you later. Tell Sara I said hey."

"I will! Bye, Becca!" She grabbed her bike from the front yard and rode to her house.

Just as she left, two men came up behind me, carrying something long in a sheet. "Watch out, girl." They barreled pass me and into the house.

"I've been wanting this for a long time." Dad said as he took off the white sheet.

"A clock?" I asked, confused.

"A very ugly clock." Mom said, wrinkling her nose.

"It's not an ugly clock; it's a magical clock."

"Magical?" I didn't really honestly believe him.

"Yes, that's what Monty at the antique store said."

"Hmm." I looked down at it and at the numbers on the inside. "What are the numbers for?"

"They tell the years, son."

"Aw, cool!" I cried, as I reached forward to touch it.

"Don't touch it!" Dad exclaimed.

I jumped as he scared me. Then I got curious again. "How can a clock be magical?"

"Well, the legend is that a strange old man built the clock over a hundred years ago. He put a magical spell on it. But they say, whoever discovers the magic, must beware."

I grabbed the sides of the clock, when a little bird came shooting out, making me lose my balance and fall on the floor.

"Whew!" I said, as Matt ran up to it.

"it seems to work fine. Monty said there was something wrong with clock and he wouldn't tell me what it was." Dad turned to Mom. Then the clock started making all sorts of noises, because Matt was messing with it. "Uh, Matt! Stop that! Now listen, I don't want either of you to put a finger on this clock. Alright?"

"Yes, daddy." Matt turned away from dad, and he stuck his tongue out at me.

That that night, after I'd gotten a glass of water, I started heading back up the stairs when I heard my dad say something, so I stopped on the bottom step. "Matt." Dad said. "I thought I told you not to touch this. If I find out there's anything broken on this clock, you'll be in serious trouble."

For the first day today, I grinned. For once, I had the upper hand, not Matt. "Yes!" I giggled as I walked up the stairs, awaiting what was to come.