A Miniaturization with Molly McGee

by birby6

When something goes awry, a thirteen year old with a ghost would never be on someone's emergency list. After an incident at school with a girl named Molly McGee, a younger girl named Nancy suddenly falls into one of the most drastic perspective changes of her life. Now at the size of a bug, only Molly and Scratch could potentially find a way to undo it...with situations to boot!

7. Chapter 7: All in the Mind of Molly

"…and we've arrived in my room! I know it doesn't look…too spiffy, but make yourself at home nonetheless."

"Yeah, I'll…make a note of that for later…"

Nancy didn't think that Molly's choice to relax away from her sounded like the best idea ever, but at least she finally got to accompany someone else other than her captor. Even she expressed the need to wring her head of the constant accompaniment of the shrunken girl. In terms of who became suited as the best substitute, Nancy never got a final say when Molly set her attention to Libby. As surprising as it sounded to her, Libby's intrigue got the better of her to where she agreed to have Nancy over for a few nights. She may still have some research into Nancy's shrinkage she needed some final confirmations on, but once Ollie provided his assistance progress went along swimmingly. She even concluded that she may only need a few more days until she finally put all of it to rest, which gave her more free time to have Nancy over. The tiny girl herself may have time away from Molly, but her condition dipped a little below average ever since she left. While she maintained some level of control, her stomach acted up to the point where she held her head down for several minutes and dry heaved a few times. Even so, she maintained a somewhat normal outlook and left most of the bad stomach pains to the side because she finally had time away from Molly and her bright persistence. No matter how hard she tried Nancy always felt the stark contrary to the warden that held the keys to her cell. For now, she had her grace period with Molly's best friend who may have felt just as eager to keep her for a few days.

In terms of a room, Libby's definitely appeared like a huge downgrade compared to the craziness of Molly's personal space. Not only did Libby's room significantly size down compared to Molly's, but her choice of style remained rather…adequate. At least the two windows to the side kept rather comfy cushions to sit on when someone peered out of it, although her house sort of lacked any spectacular sights around it. Of course her pet turtles kept cozy in their own warm glass case that contained a small log and bowl filled with food Nancy couldn't recognize. She understood the appeal of one's interest in having such a slow inactive pet, and their sluggishness may have played a role in Libby's interest in having her for a few days. Her obsession with the reptiles went further than Nancy initially thought, as the covers on her bed displayed small decals of the creatures in the vast orange. She may have possibly ripped a part of her pillow since Nancy noticed some type of patchwork on the surface, although it seemed not too big since only one set across it. At least she took a page out of Molly's book to have a cupboard above her bed where she kept a few plushies, since Nancy knew all too well that any type of comfort served as a blessing in disguise. They didn't compare to Nancy's large Motichan bean bag chair, but she couldn't judge one's choices if it suited them. Right near the bed and cupboard plastered a relatively common cork board where she stuck up some of her favorite pictures plus a particular credit board when she edited a certain video. She thought not too much about it and became more interested in a certain poster that seemed like a silhouette of a person rode on the back of an image of an almighty dragon. For someone who envied reptiles that carried their homes on their backs, the fact that Libby seemed to have a fascination with fire breathing dragons sounded like a stark contrary to her typical personality. It even appeared as if it advertised a certain series of movies Nancy particularly enjoyed, so she put a pin in it for a potential topic later if Libby shared the same interest. Other than a couple of charts on the back wall Nancy's couldn't figure out, she pretty much wrung the guinea pig out of her and settled on those series of visuals. Either way, Libby's room reflected her rather shy and sheltered lifestyle and Nancy respected it. In may ways she felt envious to have such a lifestyle where no one bothered and annoyed her constantly like a certain ecstatic someone who stayed by twenty four seven. For someone of her taste, her room fit into her personality perfectly.

Libby kept Nancy snug between her fingers as she brought the shrunken girl over to her turtles' enclosure. Some of them even slowly waddled up toward the glass and kept their eyes on her.

"And I have a few pet turtles here when I get lonely. You won't have to worry about bites unless they get antsy, although at your size…"

The thoughts immediately came to Nancy which caused her to shudder and mumble.

"Please don't…let them have me on the menu…"

"You won't have to worry. I always have a close eye on them." Libby stated.

Nancy almost lost her lunch again as one of the turtles scanned over her before it set its head down and breathed deeply. Nancy felt chills down her spine.

"I…don't know. That one…looks menacing."

"Oh, that one?" Libby said. "He has a glass eye so he ALWAYS looks intimidating. Just try to ignore it…like most of us do."

Nancy only required one final glance toward the turtle and noticed what Libby talked about. While beyond her as to why one of Libby's pets had a false eye, the more she looked into it the more creepy it appeared. It seemed to stare directly into her being where a burning chorus echoed throughout the room while the turtle itself grinned under the fiery flames like a madman. She could picture a flaming hot geyser underneath her where loads of searing hot lava boiled across her skin as the turtle made sure every part of her-

Almost instantly she backed off once she understood.

"I warned ya." Libby stated once she saw Nancy's actions.

Nancy swore she saw the turtle snort smoke from its nostrils before it finally pulled back and left her alone. She felt chills down her spine as Libby brought her hand closer to her face to see her.

"Just…keep away from that one for now. Let's switch topics like, uhhhhh…my script!"

Before Nancy knew what hit her, she watched as Libby reached into her stash and brought out a thick pile of pages topped off with a very nice drawn picture for a cover. As someone who put her mind into her work, Libby made sure every detail always provided flavor and texture between words. She needed to go all out when up against other scripts after all, and she particularly enjoyed a portion where she nearly rolled her brain under a baking pin just to squeeze out any possible thinking juice she could possibly inject into her work. Nancy only read a portion of it since her size left many words too large to decipher, but from what she gathered Libby found the perfect combinations that left an impact on the reader. She should have expected it sooner after her stint writing an amateur movie script, but better now than never in Nancy's eyes. Even with all of the fancy words like "brouhaha" and "ambidextrous" interwoven between letters she still required delicate care when it came to a perfect cover image…where she enlisted the shrunken one's advice. Because of the impression left on her by the incident at the art shop, it seemed like a perfect match to have someone of her talent to help design the cover image, and even though Nancy couldn't hold a pencil she already kept a good idea in the back of her head. Even from the slight blurb she read about from Libby's script, she laid out design ideas that Libby fell head over heels for. Even though Libby's artistic talent became…competent to a certain degree, she still made out the details provided which served as the finishing touch to win over the teacher. From a swell cover to expressive details within the pages, Libby created yet another well written masterpiece.

"Right, ummmm… It still looks nice." Nancy stuttered.

"Yeah, and I worked my fingers to the bone for the extra reinforcement." Libby replied. "You have no idea how happy I am to finally have ANOTHER work of mine in the spotlight! It helps keeps my creative juices going."

"Of course…" Nancy slowly answered.

Once she noticed Nancy's submissiveness, Libby switched gears.

"You know…I have to thank you for your inspiration for the cover. I'm not one for visuals, but you shattered my expectations after everything said and done!"

Nancy would have given another response in her typical worried personality, but her stomach acted up before such words came out. Her cheeks swelled for a split second before she calmed back down somewhat, which made a few drops of sweat fall from her forehead. She deeply breathed a few times while she tried to shake the noxious feelings out of her, which didn't sit well with Libby.

"Nancy? You okay?"

Her tiny body shivered and shook for a few seconds, but she eventually glanced up at Libby's planet sized face.

"A bit…so and so…plus some iffiness…"

"Really?" Libby asked while she tilted her head. "You haven't exactly looked too well since I took you."

"I'm fine Libby…I can handle it…" Nancy responded as she held back another mouthful of bile.

Her body ached everywhere while her head weighed about a million pounds, and yet she wanted to hoist all of it out the window. She found no need for Libby for mix herself into the situation, and yet the tall giant girl never diverted her gaze anywhere else. Once her head flared up in temperature she fell onto her behind and dug her face into her hands, which Libby noticed instantly.

"I'll…go get a pill for that." Libby stated as her mood sank. "You really appear like you caught something."

Nancy's face shot up while she dry heaved a few times.

"You seriously think…I can ingest a tablet…at this size? Sounds…painful."

"Oh, you won't have to take the whole thing." Libby replied. "I'll just carefully break off a piece small enough for you. I'm uncertain as to how effective it would work, but any benefit at this point seems like the way to go."

"You seriously think…you can make it work?" Nancy asked in a sick tone.

"I've done some rather unorthodox ideas in the past, so I'm always up for the seemingly impossible." Libby stated. "Just think of it as, uhhhhhh…cutting a pie! I already know how to do that!"

"Not one…where it can break…in an instant." Nancy replied while she held back more bile.

Nancy's eyes went flat as she saw Libby tepidly chuckle and rub the back of her head in an embarrassing fashion.

"I'll, ummmmm, somehow make it work. Just hold tight and I'll arrive back quicker than a Lemming making it to home base! Keep it together for a bit longer…and please don't puke on my dresser."

With that said, Libby carefully placed the tiny girl on the dresser next to the turtle case and hastily zipped out of the room while Nancy could only watch. Some of the turtles ran their eyes over the tiny girl despite the glass which separated them. While she found even even creepier than before, she focused more on her aching body while she waited for Libby's inevitable return. Something stirred in her and she wanted to not heave it out. It'll cause a mess, albeit a rather small one, and make a bad first impression. Nancy didn't like it, and she couldn't ignore all of the aches.

"Keep it in…just keep it in…" Nancy muttered to herself while she bundled herself tight.

Too bad reality had other plans.

It started light, but became worse over time. Her forehead flared up as her own body began to beat her up. Such a terrible set of illnesses combined into a force against her, and she wanted none of it. It suddenly reached a point where numbness started to kick in. Her head lightly rocked back and forth as her arms went limp like two dead fish, but it didn't stop. Soon after she started to lightly panic as the paralysis slowly crawled across her legs, which quickly evolved into something much worse. Bile shot out of her mouth and prevented any screams while millions of needles injected full numbness across her legs, feet, then finally toes. They fell onto the wood with a thud before her wait fell next. At points she couldn't tell the difference between such a painful set of circumstances to a steamroller running over her. Her upper body fell next followed by her neck, head, then down to her suffering face. From there she almost felt like a sticker that someone peeled off as the last line of her free will…left her completely. The rest of her body collapsed onto the wood and stayed limp all over, for only a few seconds seemed like an eternity. Even the turtles on the sidelines took the message and waddled away except for the "scary" one with the glass eye. It never lost its focus upon the young tiny girl, but even it could tell that she left the room. Nancy's motionless body stayed flat in front of the turtle case, and nobody other than the reptiles witnessed everything.

Nancy stayed immobile and spread out across the wood for several minutes until the door flew open. Libby finally arrived back and breathed heavily while she held a very tiny portion of white between two fingers.

"Sorry for the wait…but I had SO MUCH pressure built up to make this right." Libby said. "You have no idea the amount of concentration I went through…for this small part! Even so, this will surely help you out Nancy."

The shrunken girl stayed down while her body remained stiff. It appeared as if she completely left the world behind for the next one, and the turtles could vouch for it. Even though her appearance gave off the impression that she perished…a few seconds later her chest suddenly wiggled around. It sluggishly brought itself back up before it slouched for a few moments until Nancy's face gazed up toward the giant girl before her. Libby suspected nothing wrong while the tiny girl exerted such motions, although Nancy's size left a lot of details out of the naked eye, while the bags under her eyes spelled a particular outcome one could blink and miss.

She only uttered one single sentence.

"Edgar Allen Poe is my idol."

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Nancy would have stayed out cold for much longer if some rather interesting sounds never hit her ears. Her head kept a huge migraine from before, and yet the rest of the details remained fuzzy. She still shook her head nonetheless so she could wake herself up quicker, although she required a few extra moments until her eyesight caught up with her. The sounds that hammered into her eardrums made extra sure she wouldn't remain unconscious any longer, and they irritated her rather quickly. After so many problems since she suffered at the hands of Molly and some cake batter it suddenly made Libby the luckiest person in Brighton. Someone bestowed her the knockout punch right upside the chin which sent her straight to dreamland once more.

"Oh…please no more…" Nancy muttered.

As she slowly came to while her head still ached, the annoying noises continued to where they amplified her migraine. She tried to shake them off, but to no avail. It left her with next to no concentration to level out her senses as she shut her eyes. She almost wanted to block them out through any means necessary, and yet they offered her no such option. The endless waves of cacophony ran their hammers across her skull and rebounded which created even more dents. When people often went by a common saying such noises carried no such weapons, but Nancy easily experienced the contrary. No even voices that rang a bell maintained a delicate chime so any form of comfort-

Her train of thought screeched to a halt as it arrived at the end of a tunnel.

Something within the echoes of the sounds struck a chord with her. Emotions conflicted with each other to where the only possible answer relied on the girl releasing her vision since she stirred herself awake. In many ways she wished to have her eyelids locked tight, but after yet another occurrence since her unfortunate altercation with Molly most of the factors seemed trivial at that point. She inhaled and exhaled deeply a few times just in case, but anything potentially set such a surprise until she finally undid the lock. As much as she wanted to call it quits, the more she waited the more her anxiety built up. Her eyes prepared for yet another crazy scenario…before she finally released the particular sense.

The faint nostalgic touch ran all over her the moment she saw Molly in her room.

The memories surged back into her. The buckets of red followed by unconsciousness then an entire trip through the Ghost World from Molly's point of view haunted her ever since those fateful series of events. She didn't just watch the experience either, but it really felt as if she filled herself in for Molly in that time. All of Molly's senses became hers until she reunited with her body once again, so for the occurrence to happen again made Nancy's heart sink. Even so, she didn't fully convince herself yet since she saw Molly before her…and she saw her through her own eyes at the same time. She required a few moments as she listened in to the words spoken, and upon closer inspection she noticed her eyes maintained a rather ugly yellow sclera around the pupils. Once she heard her speak though all of the skeletons finally poured out, and once she glanced down toward her own fingers she realized the outcome she accidentally barged into. Molly and Scratch delayed on such an idea until then, and yet Nancy already went through the process twice…to more dangerous results.

She then immediately remembered the elegant Andrea caricature on top of the huge cake, which bumped up the happenings to three.

Despite the circumstances that played out before Nancy's vision, which she now shared with Molly again, it didn't solve the fact that she found herself stuck inside Molly's head for a second time. After the first time, she dreaded what would happen if she went along for the ride for the second. She completely eliminated the original Chairman with the power of joy, and although Nancy heard the conversation between Scratch and Molly she knew better than to sit back and watch. Nothing became impossible when someone added Molly and Scratch to the equation, and Nancy's worry only grew increasingly higher the more she witnessed the sheer unawareness of her situation. They would have never suspected that a random occurrence from before arrived again like clockwork.

As much as Nancy found it rather interesting to see Molly's wraith form in the Chairman's robe, she still needed to know the circumstances surrounding the shrunken one stuck in her head once again.

"MOLLY! MOLLY!"

No response. She still conversed with the body swapped Scratch like nothing happened.

"MOLLY! PLEASE HEAR ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE!"

Again, nothing.

Her worries escalated as all of Molly's senses came forth when she entered the Ghost World in her new getup. She shaped her amorphous ghost self into a split image of Scratch to solve his problems with her own mindset, and yet she carried an unintended passenger along for the ride. Scratch kept some accidental luck on his side to not have a terrified shrunken girl stuck to him when he performed his duties in Molly's body, and between the two Nancy would have preferred if she stayed trapped to him every single time. The more time she witnessed Molly as she ignored her pleas, the deeper Nancy fell into the panicked hole. It hurt to go along while all of Molly's senses became Nancy's at the same time.

"MOLLY, PLEASE! GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

The more her words fell on deaf ears the more tears poured out of her eyes. She banged her hands against the images like windows and yet Molly continued against her. Her fists sent loud echoes as she pounded against Molly's eyes to no results. Her nose clogged and became runny as her hair twisted and stuck out at angles unheard of. Her cries for help screamed at a wall while Molly did her best to win over the Ghost Council for Scratch.

Eventually, Nancy's motions started to wane and her voice faltered.

"MOLLY!"

Molly spoke with the Ghost Council a bit more.

"MOLLY!"

She eventually coaxed them toward a churro stand and offer them a piece.

"Molly…Molly…please…"

She received her final answer when she saw all of them enjoying their snacks.

Every other sense collapsed in on themselves as Molly bit into her own churro. Even though the taste mirrored over to Nancy, such delicious snacks couldn't compare to the utter catastrophe of a ruined girl stuck inside the tween's own head. Every single attempt to possibly get Molly to notice her always ended up failure, and they seethed poison into Nancy. All of her kind words toward changing her back to normal size sounded like fluff to ease the final blow. Months have gone by and Molly found absolutely nothing about her condition, and despite the attempts from others she knew they also never nailed down the cause and effect. It almost seemed like Molly wanted to always have her attention somewhere else just to stay away from the big issue she started and nobody else knew about. The world deserved to share the utter joys from her endless piles except for the worst one stricken by her actions. After months of pain and misery, nobody knew of the true horror Molly kept behind closed doors. Her miniaturization served as an eternal prison sentence so the tween could always have her as a tiny plaything. Dose after dose and incident after incident, she always took the brunt of all the consequences brought upon by Molly's mistake. One could only beat a punching bag so much until the cotton flew out, and Nancy spewed out all of hers months ago.

The sheer amount of misery built up from Nancy's suffering reached a fever pitch as she collapsed to her knees and pressed her hands against Molly's eyes.

"Molly…get me out of here…"

Like every other attempt, she received no response from the other end. Her head spiked into a huge headache as her breathing shortened and her fingers dug into the images before her. She continued to cry entire torrents while her whole body drained of life. She became so caught up with attempting to get some attention from the outside world that she never noticed a silhouette start to slowly form behind her. It started off small, but as she continued to fail again and again it slowly grew bigger over time. Her heart ached, her chest cramped, and everyone around her stayed extremely ignorant of her torture inside Molly's head.

"Molly…Molly, please…"

Her fists tightened while her back stiffened.

"You have…to get me out…"

She sobbed harder as she shut her eyes while her heart rate went through the roof.

"Get me out, please…"

Nothing but pure silence.

"Molly! Please hear me!"

Her body shook and trembled as her utter terror almost hit the peak. At that point she curled up and dug her face into her chest as she couldn't contain herself any further. The complete pressure reached her head and crawled its way up her body like a parasite. It placed a stranglehold on her emotions and left her torn from the inside out. No matter how much she tried to hold it back it continued to pound against the hinges until parts started to break off. Cracks formed and everything stored behind it stared back in menacing crystal blue eyes. Not even the finest and strongest of materials stood up as it tore through them instantly like wet paper. It only became a matter of time until all of it came forth despite Nancy's insistence to ignore it.

Nancy tightened herself while her tears covered her whole face.

Her misery is their entertainment.

She whimpered a few times.

Her misery is their entertainment.

The door broke down.

Her misery is their entertainment.

Limit reached.

Her misery is their entertainment.

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"GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

Her scream rippled the area around her as she suddenly found herself upright. Her complete terror tore her to shreds and left her as nothing. Molly couldn't hear her along with everyone else, and it further amplified her emotions ten fold. No matter how much she tried, she always screamed to absolutely no one.

…except Molly's disembodied massive head behind her.

Nancy never saw it coming until she saw a dark shadow cast over her, and it smiled down upon her like the infectious tween that got everyone to like her except for the one she shrunk in the first place. It grew more and more in the allotted time of Nancy's mental meltdown until it ballooned to around the same size as what Nancy saw from her shrunken perspective. As to why it existed, Nancy had no clue, but it creeped her out the more it stared directly at her with the familiar smile from a girl she wanted to forget.

"Ooh! Yummy Nancy candy!"

Before any reactions came out from Nancy, Molly's giant head opened its huge maw and instantly shot out dozens of long thin pink appendages that stuck to her like glue. They wrapped around and bound her tightly while a sticky ooze smothered all across her body. From there, she screamed again as she pried at the floor to crawl away, but the appendages maintained a greater strength over her squishy body. They dragged her toward Molly's open mouth where Nancy witnessed the black abyss where they came from. She held Molly's bottom lip firmly before the appendages pulled her one final time and hoisted her upward. Nancy screamed one final time before she disappeared inside and Molly closed her mouth. Her cheeks blew up a bit and undulated for a few moments before she finally had enough and performed the final gulp. She smacked her lips a few time and hummed a few times before she provided another one of her signature smiles.

"Mmmmm. Fruity and tangy…"

Nancy pretty much experienced the polar opposite. After the giant Molly head swallowed her whole she found herself falling in pure darkness for what seemed like an eternity. She yelled in pure panic as air rushed around her like she just became a skydiver, and she couldn't take it. Her teary eyes shut as if on instinct while she held her chest tightly, for everything appeared too painful to witness. She thoroughly expected several minutes on end as her life flashed before her, but it screeched to a halt when the initial meetup with Molly flew through her head. From there she dipped further into her sorrows as the deadly impact became inevitable. She wanted to get it over with at that point.

While not completely accurate, she still sailed downward through the air for several minutes on end. Because she kept her eyes shut when she finally landed on something solid she initially didn't know about it. Even so, she felt multiple body parts completely separate from her upon fatal contact. Her expectations went the wrong way once again, because while she anticipated excruciating pain…it never happened. Her body parts still ran for the hills, but no pain erupted throughout her body. One of her eyes even shot out and the other bulged from its socket, and yet her remains thought nothing wrong. From there, she knew she needed to finally pick her head back up from the ground where she landed even though her loose limbs stayed within eyesight. She shuddered all over, but she finally mustered enough and tilted her head up for possibly the last time. Her status required a final update.

The fact that she only witnessed piles of ectoplasm around her loose eyeball stunned her.

Despite all of the odds against her, she managed to get back on her feet no problem…or lack thereof. With her remaining eye she glanced down at herself for a final confirmation, and she received it very quickly. Ever since she ended up trapped inside Molly's head, even during the time when she experienced Molly's stint to rescue Scratch in the Ghost World, she never had her body the whole time. Somehow, despite never going through a ghost portal to do so, she became a wraith once again. She never stood a chance from the deadly impact normally, but because she lacked a body she only suffered a spread out splat against the ground which she could easily recover from. Her ghostly spirit saved her life, and she would have appreciated it a lot more if she liked "giving up the ghost" more often.

"I…I never would have expected…this." Nancy muttered as she floated over to her loose eyeball on the ground.

Since she rapidly reformed her arms back, but not her legs since ghosts don't have them, she picked up her eye no problem…despite the creepiness behind it. Her ectoplasm shook while her back felt chills before she popped her second eye back into its rightful place. She rolled it around a few times in place until it set in perfect unison with the her other eye. For once she appreciated the temporary loss of an eye over an untimely end if she still had her body.

"I…guess I'll have to go around like this again…until I get out of here." Nancy said quietly to herself.

After she scanned over her pitch black gelatinous self, Nancy finally had the time to look around her surroundings. For whatever reason, she landed in some grounded dirt with large green stalks that stretched to the sky. The swaying petals and bulbs above indicated not a forest, but a garden of some kind. Because of her diminished size it became rather standard to see everything drastically bigger than her, and she obtained her fair share of a macro world on a daily basis. Even the leaves on the flowers eclipsed her ghostly form despite the contrary to normal people, and yet she only received a glimpse of such an area. She last remembered getting eaten by a giant disembodied Molly head earlier, and after a splat against the dirt…a garden seemed like an acid trip. Her mindset tossed all logic out of the window, although she pretty much did so the moment she found herself shrunken and able to see ghosts. Uncharted territory might have excited someone like Molly, but not her.

While she wanted to stay put more than anything, she needed a clear view of what crazy location she found herself in for what seemed like the millionth time taken from Molly and Scratch. At least as a wraith no such climbing became necessary.

"I think I understand the loss of sanity for Scratch…after everything I've went through…" Nancy muttered as she floated upward.

However, she never got that far. Right as she began to hover higher toward the sky, some very strong and loud rumbling resonated throughout the area. Nancy perked up almost immediately as she knew the particular noises all too well, especially from an ecstatic klutz like Molly. If she still had her heart it likely would have sank at that point, which stunned her in midair to the point where she couldn't move. Her anxiety rose high as she heard the deafening rumbles get louder and louder, and only a few seconds later she received her eyeful. Almost instantly she recognized the particular shoe and knew who always wore them, so she booked it right as it almost crushed her. The shoe kicked up tons of dirt on contact with the ground, but she wouldn't find herself safe anytime soon. Because they came in pairs her eyes quickly noticed another one of the colorful shoes which brought even more anxiety.

…but not just one followed behind.

Before she even knew it, even more of the distinct shoes hovered above her head, which left only a few split seconds for Nancy to react. One came crashing down nearby while another aimed for the tiny ghost girl in her entirely. She almost felt like she just waltzed into one of those old arcade games where the longer you survived the more points you obtained. Too bad someone set the difficulty too high, for she really appreciated easier tasks…and the fact that reality only provided one life. Nancy barely had enough time to think as each of the shoes sent shaky booms while she narrowly avoided getting crushed multiple times. At one point she miscalculated and one shoe completely flattened her lower section, and it likely would have spiked pain if she had her body. As a wraith though, she felt nothing while provided a few moments to reform her underside. The shoe left with a little bit of her ghostly ectoplasm still stuck to the bottom as it disappeared, and after the last few deafening stomps the stampede finally ended. She made it out of the trample fest which consisted of Molly's giant pink and yellow shoes.

From there Nancy grew even more curious. Out of everyone in Brighton only Molly wore such a colorful clash which helped her stand out from the norm, but from what she just experienced even more people seemed to have gotten hold of the specific type. One glance of the show prints left behind in the dirt also revealed the same exact patterns, which boggled Nancy's mind. Now more than ever, Nancy floated toward the top of the impact site and finally emerged out of the top.

Her eyes became dinner plates soon after.

"Where…am I?" Nancy said while utterly astounded and befuddled.

She ended up somewhere completely different than any other place in her past. In fact, the sprawling landscape told her she only witnessed a small portion of it. Overlooking the landscapes below, Nancy found herself on a high elevated plateau which could fit a few small villages from its scope alone. The grass mixed between the common green and, weirdly, pink where entire palettes spread across bouquets of multiple different kinds from roses to posies. While not many houses dotted around the area, at least from what Nancy saw, they appeared average sized but always kept a warm color on their roofs. From yellow to pink, some colors seemed more common than others, especially pink. The trees likewise displayed robust pink leaves and sometimes wiggled on occasion that gave Nancy creeps. Some nice ponds which contained pink water set around some of the trees and rippled in the slight breeze, although to Nancy they pretty much stood out as some of the largest lakes around. Off in the distance a few small hills provided large humps in the terrain like something slept underneath, where a waterfall of some kind may have stayed hidden since Nancy's hearing picked up something from the other side. Behind her pretty much provided the same scenery, although some large stones teetered ever so slightly at weird angles. Some even twisted and deformed into various weird shapes like coils, cylinders, to even large sculptures of a certain tween's infectious smiling face. Right off of the edges of the plateau, and also the sky, dozens of pink cushy fluffy cloud wafted through the wind that gave off the appearance of cotton candy. The sky even sparkled as if someone drenched it in pink lemonade, although the shining sun kept its blinding light. Because she found herself as a wraith once more, at times she wondered if she actually perished and found herself up above in some strange pocket dimension. She wouldn't blame herself if it ended up the case, and yet many more factors other than the landscape told her otherwise.

Nancy never ended up stranded alone atop the plateau either. One may have expected maybe a dog or two, possibly a cat in between…but not a unicorn. Nancy witnessed multiple horned stallions in all of their adorable glory while they fluffed their wings and shined dazzling lights from their horns. While white seemed like their primary color, a few grays and browns trotted around the premises with happy smiles. Large moving plush toys of various creatures, like teddy bears, rounded elephants, giraffes, and even a few gophers squeaked around the place while they interacted with each other, which left Nancy to pop her eyes out and rub them a few times. All of them displayed large adorable eyes and left excess fluff in the wake as they waddled around. Some of them even sprayed glitter that left Nancy's ectoplasm covered in it which required a few quick shakes to get loose. Throughout the crowds of fake animals, a lot of dogs and cats roamed around of various types but all of them had one thing in common. They each set at their infancy, so Nancy really saw puppies and kittens which also displayed adorably large eyes. Many chased beautiful butterflies while others went after each other or curled up for a nap like they begged for attention from her. She had to admit if she still kept her regular size she likely would have gotten close, but as a ghost at around half a centimeter she instantly warded those thoughts off. Even when it came to animal variety they left Nancy scratching her head in more ways than one.

While all of the other factors may have tipped her off a bit, one distinct detail completely outclassed the others. She always managed to have an eyeful of her captor every day ever since she took her in after the accident, but if she already had enough of seeing her giant smiling face everywhere…the strange area left her in shambles. No matter where she attempted to look, Molly existed in that spot sometimes in groups. If Molly somehow got hold of cloning technology and ran crazy with it then it served as the most likely situation, since Nancy learned very quickly that nothing remained out of the realm of possibilities when the overzealous tween entered the mix. Not only did copies of Molly exist everywhere in what seemed like endless amounts, but they also exhibited the exact same appearance…and everything else for that matter. They ran around on their own agendas, whether they interacted with other Mollys, played with the animals and plush toys, skydived off of the cliff where they high fived in midair and always came back unscathed, and even indulged on candy, Nancy saw no shortage of antics only the young girl would go with. Some nearly walked into her as they paid attention somewhere else, which also ended up as something Molly would definitely do, and as more of them entered her sight the more she tried to come up with some type of insane explanation for everything. Daily appearances stood out as one thing, but when she saw nothing but infinite Mollys everywhere Nancy would have called it quits ages ago.

"Please tell me…this is a dream…" Nancy said as she attempted to pinch herself.

Unfortunately, her attempt went nowhere since she didn't have a body and felt nothing. She only managed to grab a handful of ectoplasm and nothing more.

"Oh…right…" Nancy stated while her worry slowly rose.

Any attempts to act further halted once her back felt some rather warm air. Her pupils contracted while her formless shape went stiff, and yet she still needed to see what existed behind her. As her nonexistent heart slowed to a crawl, the black dot of Nancy's wraith self sluggishly pivoted around until the visuals changed…where two of the biggest eyes she'd ever seen stared right at her. She uttered a yelp behind closed lips before she backed up and held herself close, but once she glanced up and down the situation went from unknown to obvious. From all of the clones littered around, her mind should have concluded on something rather blatant.

The tween's clone smiled in her trademark infectious fashion while Nancy's mind raced for a potential solution.

"Ooh! I've never seen someone like you before! INTRODUCTORY HUG!"

Almost instantly she snatched Nancy out of the air and kept her within the encompass of her fingers before she brought her up close to her chest. Before Nancy even knew what hit her, Molly smacked the ghost girl against her and nearly suffocated her in one of Molly's trademark hugs. Even though she didn't have to breathe due to her wraith status, her head still ballooned considerably and nearly burst from Molly's death defying grip. She nearly squeezed her dry to the point where her fingernails dug into Nancy's ectoplasm. While Nancy knew Molly and her aggressive tendencies in terms of friendships at times, she never became used to it.

Even with the lack of oxygen though, Nancy managed to squeak out a few words through Molly's crushing hug.

"Molly…no more please. Need…space."

It startled the tiny ghost once she felt Molly as she suddenly halted all of her actions. Her fingers loosened up a little which provided some comfort, but not by much as Nancy gazed up. The tween's face went straight while her large pupils backed up a bit into the distance. Her small ponytail displayed some straight hairs as Molly slowly lifted her fist up closer to her face where Nancy witnessed her expression take up her entire vision. The tiny ghost girl worried she may have struck something she shouldn't.

"But…but everyone loves a good hug. No one has…ever rejected one."

Nancy almost wanted to clamp her mouth shut, but she needed to get her point across before Molly potentially went for something horrible to her.

"Well, ummmmm…" Nancy stammered as her nervousness kicked in. "You almost…crushed me with your fingers… Please don't…hurt me. I just want…to get out of here."

The shrunken one shook uncontrollably as the Molly clone tilted her head and observed the tiny dot in her grasp for a closer inspection. In a slightly comical puzzled look, Molly used her other hand and brought her massive fingers toward Nancy. She then lightly poked at her exposed head at various points to where her fingernail sometimes dug into Nancy's ectoplasm.

"Hmmmm. Squishy yet worried…"

She then opened her hand up a bit more and got Nancy stuck between two of her huge fingers like gum where she stretched her a few times. Because of her ghostly status Nancy remained intact, although a little bit dizzy from Molly's action.

"Stretchy like my supernatural best friend…"

Molly then closed her fist again and brought the worried Nancy up close to her face once more.

"…and also has a size comparable to…a certain creamy accident…"

She appeared to have stared off into space for a few moments before she displayed pure astonishment. Her mouth hung slightly agape while she deeply gasped, which also nearly sucked Nancy inside, before her arms shook. As she gazed over the speck within her hand, she asked the critical question.

"Nancy…is that really you?"

She pretty much aced the test and she never even skimmed over the questions yet. Nancy hesitated at first as light dread ran through her. While the girl may have shared the appearance of the infamous girl she may still have acted like a doppelganger…like the endless droves of other Mollys everywhere. Even so, she couldn't go back now. She needed to know the truth.

"Well, ummmmm…it may sound weird…but yes. I've somehow…separated from my body again though."

Molly lightly gasped again and put a hand over her mouth. Slowly she started to shake her head for a few seconds before she put on her recognizable smile.

"No way could I imagine someone like her at such pinpoint accuracy…" Molly muttered.

Soon after she got back to the shrunken ghost girl in her hand.

"I don't know how you managed to get in here, but…I'm surprised nonetheless! To think I'm actually holding the REAL Nancy and not some mangled memory! Ooooooh, you got me riled up! You okay?"

"Other than becoming a wraith again…I…guess so." Nancy responded. "Do you know…where I am?"

Molly chuckled a bit before she rolled her eyes and guiltily smiled. For some reason it unnerved Nancy to see, but she still played along anyway. Anyone bigger than her maintained a higher priority of ideals over her small squishy body after all. After she had her moment, Molly finally set the stage for the strange world around her.

"Heheheheh, this might…sound a bit awkward. Uhhhhhhh, you see…you've sort of intruded my personal happy place. You know, sort of like…my thinking cap, head in the clouds, stuff you keep to yourself? I can't really explain it any further without spoiling the surprise."

She smile displayed blatant anticipation while she gazed down at Nancy's petite form. The ghost herself didn't quite understand at first from her choice of words, and yet she laid it on her nonetheless. She had Nancy's guessing as she tried to achieve the same mindset that Molly attempted to convey to her. In all of her time thinking about it her head began to ache, which irritated her but not by much. Such a splitting migraine became commonplace though if you thought about topics too hard. If Libby existed in her shoes she likely already came up with a good enough answer, which heavily contributed to a lot of her big brained ideas unlike many others. At times it sounded very nice to actually have the knowledge to…

Nancy immediately screeched to a halt. She concluded on an answer, but it sounded so incredibly insane that it put common conspiracy theories into question. Everything suddenly flipped into possible territory the moment she found herself miniaturized to oblivion, and she found no difference in the current situation over the previous ones in terms of rule bending. She knew exactly where she ended up.

"I'm…I'm no longer in the real world. I'm not possessing you…but I'm…"

The tiny dot gulped one more time.

"…in your mind."

Her ectoplasm went numb as she tried to comprehend what just happened to her. While she found herself experiencing everything Molly went through while stuck in her head, somehow she dug herself deeper and ended up imprisoned inside her mind. No longer did rules of reality apply, as only whatever Molly thought of controlled everything. It explained the choices of venue and colorful characters everywhere, for it definitely screamed something only she could have came up with. As the world changed into her perfect image, Nancy still kept her shared senses with the actual Molly outside which she attempted to ignore before. She still heard voices and experienced everything on the outside world as if she stood in her place, although she needed to concentrate a bit more likely due to no longer staying on the "surface level". From what she gathered for a few moments, she saw the ghostly wraith of Molly, who still kept the appearance of Scratch, as she…decorated a cake? Nancy understood nothing about her current intentions, but for now she had her own problems to attend to. Not only had she found herself stuck inside Molly's head…but her mind as well.

The Molly copy that held her instantly squealed with glee and shuddered from pure joy.

"Eeeeeeeeee! You got it! Step right up, because you just rode the roller coaster of happiness and love…into my innermost sanctum! For the first time ever, I can happily say…WELCOME TO MY MIND!"

Molly then held her hand out above her head as if to present Nancy with all of the pizzazz her mind contained. She offered a clearer view of the place than before, but it didn't change Nancy's opinion about everything. Some confetti seemed to have dropped upon them out of nowhere while a short celebrating tune played, but it mostly kept her nervous more than anything. A large plush bear then bumped into Molly followed by a hoard of other Molly mimics which almost made her lose Nancy, although she kept her cool for the most part while she paid more attention to the speck in her fist.

"Wow, uhhhhhh…it looks rather nice." Nancy said while she twiddled her thumbs.

"Oh, you don't know that HALF of it." Molly replied eagerly. "You've stumbled into a gold mine of ME at every corner! My personality SWELLS and FLOURISHES perfectly here!"

As if on cue after her sentence, another image of Molly popped in right next to the one that held Nancy with the same trademark smile as always.

"All of my favorite activities…"

…followed by another Molly clone.

"My closest memories…"

…then another.

"My dearest desires…"

…then another.

"My favorite foods…"

…and then one more, although just stared at Nancy with a big smile and failed to say anything. The other Mollys quickly turned their attention toward the last Molly with flat faces.

"Well?" one of the Mollys asked.

The final Molly just looked at them and shrugged her shoulders.

"What? Oh, I don't have anything. I just wanted to see Nancy."

Soon enough, Nancy had an entire crowd of Mollys around her enamored at such a spontaneous occurrence. They held their hands up to their chins while their eyes glistened under the sunlight. While many would have considered such an expression completely adorable, for Nancy she only saw the instigator who wanted to win her over. She ended up as one of the only ones in existence to not succumb to Molly's cute faces, and most of it came down to the fact that she shrunk her in the first place. Molly acted out as more of an antagonist to Nancy than a close friend, and until some type of reversal happened to restore her height her opinion remained set in stone.

"Ummmmm, you seem like…a nice bunch." Nancy said. "I'd rather not…intrude on personal space though…so if one of you can show me the exit…"

Suddenly, the Mollys around her dipped a bit as their smiles changed into light frowns followed by their eyes as they soggily glimmered. It almost seemed like Nancy just adopted the final kitten in an adoption agency that Molly wanted more than anything. Despite her ignorance of Molly's "puppy dog eyes" it actually unnerved her when multiples of the girl she despised blamed her for her mood shift. If she inadvertently hurt them they could basically do anything in retaliation since she existed in Molly's own mind. Part of her wished she would have kept her mouth shut, and yet the cause of such changes eluded her at the time.

The Molly that initially wrapped her fingers around her spoke first.

"You…you already want to leave? But…but…but you just arrived here."

"Please don't leave so soon." another Molly added. "Stuff like this…never happens…to us…"

"We always want to make…new friends…especially from the outside." another Molly said while she sniffed. "It also feels so nice…to act like the biggest Molly for once…"

As much as Nancy wanted to keep her attention on the Mollys as they begged her to stay, a very obnoxious nag in the back of her mind continuously pestered her about the words "act like the biggest Molly for once". Something about them gave Nancy some very foreboding red flags that automatically provided her more desires to leave. She already had her hands full as she endured mindless activities from one giant Molly, and more of them basically sapped away the last amount of saneness before she finally broke. More Mollys equaled more opportunities to lose everything and she already lost most when she shrunk her. She wanted the people she cared about back in her life, not a joyous girl who pretended to care.

Nancy worried that she may have spelled her demise when everyone within the vicinity felt tremors all around the plateau. The environment halted to a standstill while all of the Molly's and other creatures she loved stopped in their tracks. While they displayed no signs of timidness or terror, Nancy didn't want to rely on those signs to conclude on an assumption. She learned a long while back that Molly basically maintained an acting career of an elementary school play, and mostly she provided the obvious Streisand Effect in the end. The quakes got stronger and louder as time passed, and everyone shared mixed feelings about it yet pure terror never passed through anyone. If someone wanted to throw Nancy a good one in terms of acting like a helpless speck, they sure got the point across her tiny face.

Nancy realized something arrived on the scene once she saw a massive hand appear above the cliff face. It set itself flat across the grass before a second appeared soon after, although unlike the opposite it wore a bright pink bracelet over its wrist. She pretty much required no further indications as to who suddenly showed up, but it still brought nervousness upon her as the recognizable pigtail came up followed by the brown hair. Two dazzling eyes followed by the infectious smile topped off the whole appearance of the figure, although a lot of the Molly clones and playful plushes moved out of the way for safety. She should have expected Molly's fascination about acting as the biggest girl in existence to manifest in some shape or form, and she witnessed the culmination of it in living form.

Nancy saw another Molly copy, but the new one completely towered over everything her mind possibly offered.

Nancy couldn't underestimate the sheer scope of the Molly clone that appeared over the cliff. She only saw her head and hands, but no such visuals of her body became necessary. Her face alone expanded beyond the plateau to the point where one could easily mistake it for a small mountain. Her eyes encompassed entire villages while neighborhoods fit inside her nose effortlessly. She shuddered to imagine the amount she could envelop within her cheeks and mouth, but it definitely maintained a potential of a few cities at best. She likely stood around her full height, and the cliff left off at a rather high altitude already. Most of the normal Mollys never even stood against her titanic fingers due to how large she saw them. It really rubbed Nancy the wrong way to see a mountain sized Molly against hers, as she likely lacked the ability to see her without an ever expanding microscope. Molly's great intrigue into wanting to stand tall over everything manifested into a behemoth BEYOND the normal definition of the word.

Her booming voice shook the whole plateau, but despite the drastic differences in height she never inflicted major headaches. She attributed such a trait to the weird rules of Molly's mind.

"Sorry I'm late everyone, but my attention stayed glued to some spare buildings that required crushing. You know my enjoyment about destruction and all, heheheheh…"

Nancy's ghost started to sweat uncontrollably from sheer nervousness while the regular sized Molly that held her replied back.

"Oh joy! You finally came!"

Everyone around the plateau provided Giant Molly their happy greetings while Nancy stayed silent.

"Aww, thanks everyone! Even as I tower over all of you, I love the endless support I receive!"

"Well, out of everyone here to keep all of us safe you pretty much take the cake!" a regular sized Molly replied.

Nancy frowned a bit upon the utterance of a certain confectionery, especially after her initial meetup with Molly. She wouldn't have to dwell upon it for long though, because she immediately became the center of attention again after the Molly that held her spoke again.

"Oh, right! I almost forgot about you! Nancy, you just so happened to come across the biggest Molly here! She keeps us safe around here and helps suppress all of the negative thoughts the Molly on the outside might come across. Of course, she sometimes gets carried away with crushing…"

"HEY! I'm careful where I step! Besides, I can't hurt anyone unless they're bad around here!" Giant Molly said. "I can't bend the rules of the mind!"

"Umm, isn't this…your mind though where you…make the rules?" Nancy mumbled nervously.

"So…anyone here have Nancy?" Giant Molly asked.

"Yup! Got her right here!" the Molly that kept the shrunken girl answered.

The particular Molly happily made her way out of the crowd of other Mollys and living plush toys before she walked up to the biggest Molly who still only showed her head over the cliff. Nancy grew more worried by the second as the regular sized Molly lifted her upward but still kept her fingers around her. Giant Molly never leaned in any closer but she still kept her eyes on the certain spot. From the even further scale differences between the two, Nancy doubted that she maintained some level of visibility to the largest Molly ever despite what it seemed like on surface level. She heard some mutterings from Scratch about the stint in the Ghost World where Molly nearly decimated everything as her ghostly spirit expanded to the farthest reaches and then some. While not nearly to the same level, she now understood the implications especially since she remained out cold the entire time. The contrast between her and Giant Molly stretched farther than what she normally became "used to" between size differences. If normal Molly contained entire planets within her eyes, Giant Molly held entire galaxies in hers. She may as well garnered a reputation as an omnipresent deity than anything else. Between her and Nancy, she pretty much became more of a goddess than anyone else even further than reality itself. Only a minuscule piece of skin painted across Nancy's eyes, which even made her close them from the complete panic so she could possibly go to a happy place for a brief moment. Scratch stayed close to the truth more than she thought.

Nancy dug her face into her lack of an abdomen as Giant Molly pulled back.

"Aww, she's so cute! I can see why everyone else can't get enough of her! As much as I would love to firmly grasp her myself, even I know I'm not one to do so. You know, I'm sort of…massive and all."

"We understand." the Molly that held Nancy replied.

Nancy then brought her face back up, although she still remained greatly nervous.

"You…you can see and hear me?" Nancy asked with a few stutters.

"Yup! As clean as a whistle!" Giant Molly answered. "My mind, my rules. I still stand by wanting to hold you, but then I'd have to lose my height…and I don't exactly want to give that up."

"You…and your fascinations I guess…" Nancy said, referring to Molly's "growing" intrigue. "You also…knew about me beforehand?"

"Basically." Giant Molly answered again. "When you talk to one of me you've talked to everyone because we're ALL Molly here. Also…you sort of blew up on social media."

Right after she finished, Giant Molly rummaged through her pockets until she brought out a humongous cell phone, which also appeared like the one the regular Molly kept on the outside. She set it near the edge of the cliff and showed the touch screen, where Nancy almost felt her jaw hit the floor. As it turned out, a website known as "Enhappify!" existed where thousands of Mollys created posts, videos, and everything in between like an actual website. Pink ended up as the color of choice as the most popular videos consisted of such titles as "I'm as happy as always!", "Meet my new best friend…me!", "Me snuggling with puppies!", and the video on the front page "SWEET BABY CORN! THE REAL NANCY HAS ARRIVED!". Thumbnails usually consisted of Molly with a big smile while she did some activity, and all of them kept one heart underneath, likely as the like button of choice. No such equivalent of some type of dislike existed close by, but Nancy pretty much expected the lack of one due to Molly's personality. Some chat logs ran by combined with a number of posts from a few seconds ago, but despite the size of the phone Nancy's couldn't read them at such a rapid pace. Either Molly's mind used it for communication across the endless space, or it just ended up as something meaningless that helped display the type of person Molly was…even though Nancy saw social media as something that fit Andrea better.

A lot of "oooooooohs" and "ahhhhhhhhs" ran throughout the crowds of Molly clones while Nancy struggled to say something at first.

"No way…" Nancy said. "That's crazy…"

Giant Molly shook her head.

"Wrong. Crazy Molly is actually over there."

She pointed her eyes off to the side which Nancy followed to see another Molly copy…only her clothes displayed an assortment of messy stains, ripped leather, frenzied hair, and topped off eyes that dashed everywhere like she acquired schizophrenia or dementia.

"Don't trust anyone! DON'T TRUST ANYONE! They want to bound us in chains for eternity! We exist as just pawns for a bigger game! EVERYONE HAS GONE INSANE!"

Nancy's eyes opened slightly wider as two other Mollys ran up to the insane one and lifted her into their arms ambulance stretcher style. She flailed and ran her limbs everywhere in an attempt to break free, but it only made her out as someone who completely lost her marbles.

"RUN WHILE YOU CAN! THE END HAS COME! DON'T DELAY THE INEVITABLE! GET OUT AND NEVER COME BACK! WAAAAAAAAAAAA! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

She laughed it up and cried at random points as the other Mollys carried her off. The sights alone brought even more worry in Nancy's head. If she stayed any longer she might become Crazy Molly's second in command in the asylum. As much as the general consensus of Mollys wanted her to stay a bit longer, Nancy already came to her own conclusion.

"Uhhhhh…that surely didn't convince me…" Nancy said. "I'd still rather…get out of here."

Almost immediately the attentions of the rest of the Mollys set back on the tiny girl in a Molly copy's hand.

"You…still want to leave us?" the Molly copy that held her said in slight sorrow. "But…but look around! I have SOOOOO much here that I want to show you!"

"Yeah, but…" Nancy stammered as she twiddled her ghostly fingers. "I…I don't want to tread…on something I shouldn't. Besides…I never meant to…find myself here in the first place…"

"Oh, nonsense!" Giant Molly responded. "I don't HAVE to show you every nook and cranny. Not everything in my mind treads on personal things, you know. Just think of it as…a rather exciting theme park! Yeah! Just consider me your rather intellectual tour guide!"

Nancy still shuddered despite all of the intentions laid out by the Mollys.

"I…I don't know…"

"Look Nancy." the Molly that held her said with a pinch of seriousness. "If you stay in my mind a little bit longer I promise to not show you anything you don't want to see. Anything personal I'll leave out just for you. Okay?"

Even though she bared not protruding spikes in her words, Nancy still felt slightly cornered. She wanted to bolt out of Molly's mind and leave the incident behind her, yet the endless droves of Molly copies made sure she stayed put. They offered her so much and yet she saw past all of it as her emotions drove her forward. If they wanted to force her toward their ideals though they pretty much held all of the power to do so, yet such outcomes never happened. Molly always made extra sure she never inflicted any harm on Nancy, which passed into her mind as well, and yet she still managed to screw up time and time again. She may have trusted her, but it didn't mean she had to like her. Molly always placed everyone else over the tiny girl she miniaturized that no one else, other than the ones in the "MISSION Squad", knew ever happened. Molly never cared in the slightest while Nancy spent the rest of her days as a speck always trapped inside her pocket.

…but did she really feel that way?

Something sparked from all of the conflicting thoughts in Nancy's head. She found herself stuck inside the mind of the one who seemed to not care for her existence, but she could only assume an opinion from her own observations. Only the person themselves knew the full truth, and the mind served as the central hub to everything about them. Molly stated a nearly endless amount of times that she prioritized her case over others, but she never revealed anything else. If she just so happened to stumble upon a particular part inside Molly's head, she may finally receive the answer she wanted. It required a bit of sleuthing around, and the Molly copies kept watch over her, but she saw the plan as plausible in the right circumstances. She received the prime opportunity and it seemed wasteful if she at least didn't attempt something.

The endless mobs of Mollys anxiously waited for an answer while their smiles stretched across their faces. While Nancy kept the idea of finding a certain answer, her personality held it back as one wrong move could possibly disrupt everything. If Molly's mind kept some sort of garbage bin where she tossed all of the unwanted thoughts, Nancy wanted to steer clear of it.

"Uhhhh, well…" Nancy stuttered. "I mean…if you really insist…I guess I can…not leave so soon…"

Most of the Mollys squealed with delight as the one that bound Nancy in her fingers brought the tiny ghost girl up to her face and squashed her across her cheek. Her smile knew no bounds while she never worried as Nancy's black ectoplasm smothered the side of her face. Even the living plush toys bounced up a few times as if they also approved of Nancy's decision. The tiny wraith of a girl nearly lost one of her eyeballs from the sheer pressure Molly placed on her from her grip, and while she required no air as a ghost it left her nearly flattened. The joy from Molly extended even further once she heard that Nancy decided to stay for a while, even if the tiny wraith wanted out.

Once the Molly copy that held her heard some very tight chokes from Nancy's direction, she withdrew the small ghost from her face. A black splotch remained across her cheek, but she let it drip off of her while everyone kept their attention on Nancy's tiny floating spirit.

"THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU! I'm so happy that you chose to stay!" the Molly copy that held her said. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to show you almost everything my mind has to offer!"

"I…can tell…from your expression." Nancy slowly responded. "Please…make it somewhat quick though…just in case."

"Already on it!" Giant Molly happily said while she held up a massive finger. "Just give me a few moments."

With that said, everyone watched as the biggest Molly in her mind lowered herself down below the plateau and caused a few deafening booms. She left them guessing as her loud steps continued for a few seconds until her humongous face appeared over the cliff again. She still displayed her typical infectious smile as she lifted something and set it down on some free space. Most of the other normal sized Mollys instantly recognized the object, but Nancy only understood the surface level. To think she knew about such a concept beforehand actually sounded not too far fetched once Nancy thought more about it since Molly traveled around the country for a while until she finally settled on Brighton.

First impressions left a stroke of obvious across Nancy's face. One could easily associate such a vehicle with standard tours around locations unfamiliar to the others who just arrived, but because Molly took charge such simplicity never stood a chance. While it appeared to have the same size and width as a type related to flocking students, because anything goes inside Molly's mind she could easily expand it for more groups. Like nearly everything else visually distinct in her head, its primary color rested on the bright vibrant pink although a stylish decal remained plastered on the side. The large image kept up the perfect representation of Molly's happiness as everyone saw the overly joyous girl with her trademark smile. A palette of some of the warmest colors swirled behind the picture while many stickers, splats of glitter, and pictures of her favorite things remained stuck across the surface. It came as no surprise to see the whole vehicle covered from head to toe since Molly loved to cover every last inch of her creative works in something so "everything can stand out" especially with calendars. Nothing screamed a vehicle created by an overzealous ghost loving tween more than what Nancy saw before her.

"Wow, it, uhhhh…really screams you." Nancy said with a few stutters.

"Well, this IS my mind." Giant Molly responded. "At first I considered the train of thought, but once it gets going around here it always seems to go off path."

"Gee, I wonder why?" Nancy sarcastically thought as she held back on a flat expression.

As everything seemed to have settled down, the Molly copy that held Nancy released her grip on her and skipped happily over to the front door on the right. In a few puffs and poofs of glitter over her, she transformed her attire into a more appealing one. Nancy recognized it quickly as the special gown she usually wore during more formal events, like a Bat Mitzvah or school dance, for the purple mary janes instantly stood out among rather bleak colors. She also appeared with a few more additions like a rather black elegant top hat and black twirling cane with a white tip which made her out as someone who thought everything through beforehand. Other than those very few times, Nancy never witnessed Molly wearing the particular getup until her mind brought it out of the depths for another round as if she really considered her accidental stay as an important moment. In certain ways she found it rather charming to see Molly attribute the moment as something special, although she still wanted to leave the premises of Molly's mind as soon as possible.

The extra Molly twirled the cane around a few times before she stuck it into the ground which kicked up a small cloud of dust. She then leaned on it, tipped her hat down toward the crowds of other Mollys, then shot a snazzy glare at them like she held a winning hand during a poker match.

"Mollys and, uhhhhh…other Mollys, I give you our most extravagant attraction this side of my mind! While I'm certain all of you already know the ins and outs of the endless space of Mollydom-"

"We know! We're ALL Molly!" one of the Mollys shouted from the crowd while she raised her hand.

The Molly in the fancy dress stared at the Molly who interrupted her in an unimpressed and flat manner, which brought chills upon Nancy's nonexistent back, before she waited a few more seconds and continued on.

"Yes, of course. ALL of us understand everything my mind has to offer. Well, I've strapped on a thinking cap for this spectacular experience EVERYONE will never forget! From the depths of my creativity perfect for any Molly out there…"

She kept on her overbearing smile for a few more seconds in silence while everyone that kept their eyes on her watched in confusion. In a moment of awkward silence, the Molly copy slowly aimed her eyes upward toward Giant Molly behind her.

"Errr…drumroll, please?"

"Oh! Okay!" Giant Molly replied.

As quick as a flash, a pair of large drums and two sticks appeared in front of her while she backed up a little. Once she made extra sure she maintained a decent space between her and the cliff, Giant Molly went to work and tapped on them at a rhythm of anticipation. She lightly squealed and smiled toward the many dots on the plateau that consisted of crowds of normal sized Mollys while the Molly in the fancy getup perked back up like the perfect showman…or showgirl.

"Mollys of all kinds, I present to you…"

A cymbal then appeared in a poof of pink smoke next to Giant Molly before she struck it as the fancy Molly opened up her left arm to the side.

"THE MIRACULOUS ENHAPPIFYING MOLLY MINDSCAPE TOUR! Better name still pending."

Already she raised a few dozen eyebrows from the crowds of Mollys, including Giant Molly's, although most didn't change too much. Even Nancy seemed not too impressed with what the fancy Molly supposedly planned, although she elaborated further with more details.

"On this thrilling tour through the dense landscapes, sprawling plains, and towering treetops, we'll travel through the mind of the most captivating bundle of joy in existence…"

Fancy Molly then swiveled around like she skated on ice before she stopped and struck a very shining pose complete with small fireworks, confetti, and glitter for good measure.

"MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Everyone many of the Molly ended up struck with awe as the fancy Molly tapped her feet and tapped her cane against the front doors of the vehicle.

"No entry fee necessary, for your participation provides enough joy to keep everything rolling! I know this whole venture might seem like 'pointless', 'bland', or even the fancy 'superfluous' for certain Mollys out there…"

She accentuated certain words with her fingers and changed her tone accordingly for each respective segment, which made her out as more professional in showmanship than others may have thought. Of course, Nancy knew better when it came to the real Molly's "acting skills" and the Streisand effect that came with it, but if she really thought of herself as a great actor than it may have reflected onto the particular copy in her mind. She chose to not question it, but she still became interested in what Molly thought nonetheless. As she watched on she had to admit that if she never despised Molly, she likely would have won her over on the tour thanks to her copy's skills.

Before she even knew what hit her though, Nancy suddenly found herself propelled to the side after fancy Molly's hand pushed her toward her. Soon enough she found herself squashed again across the tween copy's cheek.

"…but for now, we have a special guest taking the ride! Board now, and you'll get to accompany my cherished shrunken bestie…NANCY!"

The last pointed appeared to have sealed the deal for many, because right when fancy Molly finished the crowds of other Mollys changed to immobile statues to caffeinated athletes. Both fancy Molly and Nancy instantly felt like they performed a pirouette across an ice rink as nearly all of the Molly crowds piled into the vehicle as if the apocalypse commenced around them. After only a few seconds though, all of the Mollys who witnessed the presentation already took their seats in anticipation for the ride ahead.. Nancy almost felt sick while fancy Molly took a few moments to ward off dizziness afterwards.

The opportunity to meet the timid girl from the outside world really ended up as the biggest selling point.

"Oh my gosh! You two okay?" Giant Molly said in astonishment.

With one of her huge fingers, she lightly brought fancy Molly's head up toward her where the two locked eyes. She required a few seconds, but eventually answered back.

"Yeah. Just…peachy. I'll feel better once we hit the road."

"I'm fine. I…almost splatted against the bus though." Nancy said.

The ghost girl held her head as it a migraine still lingered when her right eye fell out from the dizziness. She lightly yelped before fancy Molly lightly giggled and picked it up off of the ground.

"Try to save these for the sights ahead, Nancy." Molly said while she chuckled a little.

Nancy shuddered as Molly handed over her eye before she rubbed it a few times then popped it back in.

"I'll…try."

With that said, the two headed inside the large bus of Molly's imagination. One's expectations likely came to the conclusion that the bus barely had any space left from the large amounts of Mollys that entered. However, Molly McGee entered the equation which pretty much invalidated any sort of logic and inserted her own. Despite the appearance on the outside spelling out the contrary, the inside clearly defied any sort of law defined by reality. Space ended up way more expansive than what the outside told although endless crowds of Molly walked about which populated the area even more. Even with all of the young excited tweens who covered many details, Nancy still painted a decent picture of the bus's quarters. Like everywhere else inside Molly's mind, pink stood out as the primary color. As much as the shrunken ghost girl wanted something different, she couldn't blame Molly for having it as her favorite. In terms of seating, no such average stiff and hard graced their presence upon everyone's buttocks. Instead, a large beanbag chair set in their places for each occupant, and none of them needed to share for their own personal comfort. Likewise it displayed the appearance of the comfy one in Molly's bedroom, and the Molly clones rather enjoyed themselves on their own individual seats. The windows kept a frame nearby shaped like a joyous heart, complete with a dark shade of pink, while in the center of the bus, stretched alongside the ground, laid a fluffy and well detailed carpet with the words "Enhappify the World!" plastered over it. The driver's seat kept most of the traits from behind, but also had its own personal touches. The beanbag chair seemingly appeared slightly larger while the steering wheel displayed a mix of pink and white with a decal of a bright smiling sun in the middle. A happy prancing white unicorn decoration dangled from above along with a few butterfly key chains next to it, but unlike what Nancy saw in the real world no gas or brake pedals existed near the floor. Molly had style when it came to creativeness, at least with large tour buses.

The Molly in the fancy dress and top hat slowly crept her face up toward the tiny ghost girl and smiled in an over the top cheesy fashion.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeell? You likey?" she asked.

"Uhhhhh, it really…screams you alright…" Nancy stuttered. "Looks a bit…crowded though."

"Pfffffffffft! Nonsense!" the Molly copy answered. "If anyone else wants to join I can just extend the insides a few more rows with no issues! I make the rules around here, remember?"

"Yeah…I know." Nancy replied. "So, errrrr, where…do I sit?"

Almost immediately after Nancy finished, the crowds of Molly in the bus halted into an eerie silence. Their heads instantly turned to face the ghost girl up front as their expressions went hollow. Before long, all of them instantly ran up to the front of the bus and screamed toward her as they tried to convince Nancy to sit next to them. Some even offered their own arms and legs for the opportunity to have the girl from the outside as their "sitting buddy" as many of the Mollys said in their statements. Nancy even had to take cover behind the fancy Molly just so she wouldn't find herself trampled across the floor from how many Mollys rushed up to her. She understood how celebrities felt, and she already wished she never maintained such a title in such an enigmatic place.

Luckily for her, fancy Molly kept everything under control.

"No, no, no! Get back in your seats! I already have her reserved up here away from you ingrates!"

About a million different tones of "awws" sounded out from the endless crowds of Mollys before they slowly trekked back to their spots. Once the danger passed, Nancy found it safe and floated out from behind fancy Molly.

"So, you…already reserved a seat…for me?" Nancy asked.

"You betcha!" the Molly copy answered.

Before Nancy even knew it, a small beanbag chair appeared in a puff of pink smoke right behind her. It startled her at first, but once she got a good look at it she calmed down. While all of the beanbag chairs of the others kept up the appearance of the one in Molly's bedroom, Nancy's displayed the words "My Best Tiny Bestie!" covered all over it. She even saw an image of a regular sized Molly providing one of her overjoyed hugs to Nancy's very happy miniature self, in her normal body and not as a wraith, which provided a level of charm that would have lightened up the tiny ghost if she liked her. The more she witnessed more "Mollyness" everywhere the more she wanted to leave.

"Wow. Ummm…looks comfy…" Nancy said.

She hovered on over to the floating beanbag chair and set herself on top of it. While not as comfortable as her Motichan one, she couldn't deny that it lacked any. Her ectoplasm sagged a bit as she sank into it, and yet the more time she stayed in it…the more relaxed she felt. If one mistakenly claimed that a million tiny hands rubbed across their backs and behind one would blame them. Some light heat even set the perfect temperatures which contributed to all of the calmness released from Nancy's formless shape. While she never indulged in massage chairs with heating cushion, for she only heard about them from catalogs of the rich, Molly provided something extremely close to one. The chair kept her bound and it never strapped or strained her…like a relaxing paradise.

She never knew what happened until her gelatinous form spread out and began to drip from the seat. Her facial features literally melted away from the pure bliss and her eyes fell out once again. Before long she practically changed into a pile of black syrup until she felt her eyes roll out. She jolted up lightly startled before she formed back up and ran her hands around for her eyeballs, but fancy Molly had her covered.

"You might want these."

Molly caught the eyes from midair and lifted them toward the eyeless Nancy who picked them up hastily. Once she shoved them back into her ghostly figure and made sure they moved around correctly she brought herself up a bit from the seat.

"Oh, uhhhhhh, sorry…about that." Nancy stuttered while she fiddled with her fingers.

"Nah, I don't blame you. I sometimes lose myself in those chairs." the Molly copy said. "Oh, and I almost forgot about the complementary slurpee!"

Just like the chair, the sweet treat instantly appeared in a pink poof right before her. It may have not stirred her attention much if she never saw Molly's smiling mug across the cup. From all of the imagery across nearly everything, it almost seemed like she maintained a bit of narcissism deep down. Of course, because she found herself inside Molly's mind Nancy knew it pretty much came with the whole Molly package. The copies considered herself a visitor inside Molly's head after all.

Nancy grabbed the straw inside the cup and glanced inside it for a second. A mix of red and purple lingered inside, but the distinct shape told her that she indeed saw colored ice and nothing abhorrent. She hesitated at first before she angled the cup forward for a sip, but before she could do so the Molly clone interrupted her.

"Hold it. Not just yet."

Nancy placed her slurpee down.

"Uhhhh, why?" Nancy asked.

"Because you also get a complementary hug with it!"

Nancy never managed to utter another word before the fancy Molly reached forward and snagged the speck of a ghost girl between her fingers. She then hoisted the ghost girl toward her and up against her chest where she proceeded to provide the dot of a girl another one of her trademark loving hugs. Even though Nancy obtained one earlier, she knew Molly always desired to give out as many as possible, so it didn't surprise her too much. Despite the sudden course of actions though, she never became fully used to her death defying grip and nearly popped like a balloon as her fingers squeezed the air out of her. While air ended up optional, her status as a wraith also shielded her from getting flattened to where she might see herself planting daisies earlier. She likely would have suffered such a fate if she had her body at the moment. Molly really needed a reality check when it came to any type of hug against her shrunken self.

After a few quick seconds of intense hugging, the Molly clone brought her back out…where she noticed Nancy's ghost self as flat as paper. Miraculously, her slurpee remained intact. The tiny ghost flatly stared into the girl's eyes which instantly shifted the mood a little.

"Oops! Heheheheh, sorry!"

Nancy's formless ghost slowly inflated back up before she responded.

"You really…have to work on that…"

Molly lukewarmly chuckled toward her before she turned her attention to the other Mollys to make sure nobody arrived late. With her attention temporarily away, Nancy took a sip from her gifted slurpee while she watched. A mix of raspberry and cherry hit her non existent taste bugs which she didn't mind at all, and she assumed Molly maintained a sweet spot for such a flavor. She drank a bit more when a rather ethereal sensation came across her, which took her by surprise. While assumptions pointed her toward the drink, she only needed to remind herself about where she accidentally intruded into. As long as she remained trapped inside, whatever happened to the tween on the outside reflected over to the shrunken one stuck in her head. Because she probably missed out on a lot since everything inside Molly's mind took over, she used the time to herself to see what occurred on the outside. Luckily for her, she really only needed to close her eyes and concentrate for a few moments before the rest of Molly's senses usurped her own, which included sight. Straight from Molly's own eyes from the outside, Nancy saw her as she exchanged looks with the body swapped Scratch…in Brighton school's backstage? She didn't quite understand the set of circumstances, but she watched as the two finally swapped back into their original selves. Scratch brought himself out of Molly's body while the wraith of Molly shaped back into her typical appearance before she swooped back into her living self. Nancy felt a little bit nauseous as wraith Molly flew back into her own body, but before long her eyes turned their attention to the side toward the front stage…where another girl clearly put Molly's bad acting skills into question. She just watched in clear disbelief while dumbfounded as to how someone like her got into show biz, but in fairness the outer space scenery appeared well made. She would need an update from both Molly and Scratch over what happened, because from their perspective Libby underwent Nancy watching duty. They had no idea that she somehow unwillingly tagged along their escapades yet again. Molly acted well, but not so much her shrunken companion.

As the scene unfolded while Nancy experienced everything Molly went through, something very foreboding raced through the tiny one's head. The last time she made her stay inside Molly's head she separated when the tween returned from the Ghost World and back into her body. If the incident kept any merit she should have returned to the land of the living by then. She witnessed Molly join with her body again after she body swapped with Scratch, and yet she still remained stuck within the tangle of everything related to the one who miniaturized her in the first place. If Molly's rejoining with her body served as nothing but a red herring, then she needed to find the real cause…or else she risked staying trapped inside her mind for eternity.

Molly's senses suddenly screeched to a halt for Nancy when some very incessant shaking dragged her back into the bus of endless copies of her. The tiny ghost held her head for a split second before the entire vehicle quaked everywhere and sent some of the Molly's out of their beanbag chairs. Even the Molly in the fancy getup stopped her roll call of everyone inside so she could hit the deck and stay safe. Nobody knew what sort of debauchery the entire bus suffered from, but nobody appreciated it. Gravity shifted downward a short time later, which left a splat of the small ghost girl against the ground and brought the rest of the Mollys down as well. Once the motions stopped, inertia kicked in and shot everyone upward for a brief moment before everything finally settled down. Fancy Molly prepared to ask everyone on board if they ended up injured, but before she could do so the largest set of black enveloped the windows. Nancy picked herself back up and reformed into her ghost self before she almost screamed at the sighting outside the windows. The rest of the Mollys became lightly spooked, but a majority stayed pretty content despite the circumstances. As the images of black filled the frames they seemed to have understood what occurred, although Nancy required some extra insights before she reached a conclusion.

She received one shortly after.

"Hey everyone! Sorry! Curiosity got the better of me."

The wires connected as Nancy finally figured it out. She saw nothing but the biggest pupils in existence from the outside as the titanic Molly glanced at them like she watched through a bug cage. Soon after the black pulled back and revealed the face of the ecstatic young girl who smiled down upon them. Nancy and the fancy Molly zoomed up toward a window, which revealed Giant Molly's skin below and some of her gargantuan fingers a decent distance away. The specification painted a rather blatant pictures about what happened, and reactions varied. Giant Molly couldn't help herself, and Nancy definitely believed that the actual Molly on the outside would have done so too if she somehow became smitten with a growth curse of some kind.

Fancy Molly went up to one of the windows and shook her head playfully.

"I should have seen this coming. You really can't help yourself, huh?"

Giant Molly bit her bottom lip for a second before she burst from joy.

"Ohhhhhhh… How can I NOT try to poke around every corner as the biggest girl in existence?! I just HAVE to experience everything my gargantuan size can provide! The fascinations…I can't ignore them!"

Everyone within the bus watched as Giant Molly gazed happily down toward them and brought one of her massive fingers toward them. As they braced for impact, the huge one lightly tapped the bus all over with one of her massive fingernails which brought pandemonium for the others smaller than her. She ran her finger over the roof, front, left, and right which rang echoes throughout the bus and shifted gravity everywhere. Multiple Mollys hit their heads against the walls while others became sandwiched under multiple beanbag chairs. One unfortunate Molly stuck to the ceiling and stayed there throughout the rest of the tremors like someone sprayed her with glue. For Nancy, she splattered over the windshield instantly upon the first shift and never moved from the spot. Despite all of the insanity on the inside, nothing displayed any damage including the windows. The bus remained squeaky clean as if such an occurrence never happened. It appeared as if Molly's mind added extra precautions to soften any potential damages…which did nothing when it came to Nancy's formless shape.

After a few more seconds of her prodding the bus with her huge finger, Giant Molly finally settled down. The Molly in the nice dress and top hat pushed herself to her feet while the other Molly got back up as well. Surprisingly, they appeared supportive and unfazed by the giant one's antics even though she literally spelled chaos in one single minute action. Nancy required a few extra moments, but she slowly pried herself from the windshield like a sticker. Other than one huge headache, she suffered next to no lasting damages. The fact that she lacked a body saved her soul once again.

The fancy Molly narrowed her eyes toward Giant Molly for a few seconds.

"You'll end up releasing the cooped up unicorns again with your humongous fingers if you don't be careful." the fancy Molly stated.

"Heheheheh, yeeeeeeaaaaaaah." Giant Molly replied while she blushed and rubbed the back of her head. "I…never meant it that day. The Mollys that ended up trapped in that barn escaped though, right?"

"Thankfully, yes." the fancy Molly replied. "The medical Mollys reported their conditions as 'stable'."

Silence never happened once she finished, for immediately afterwards the entire bus echoed a loud series of laughs as if someone just hit their funny bone. Not just a single uninteresting laugh hit everyone's hearing, but an entire fit of laughter straight from the front seats of a stand up comedy routine. Soon enough the entire bus turned their attention toward the source, which came from the back row, and once they saw them they sat flabbergasted as tears dripped down the person's face. Nancy may not have understood the situation, but the Mollys certainly did…including the one who stood in the spotlight.

The particular Molly in the back yukked up a storm and wouldn't stop as she laughed intensely like an excited hyena. She banged her fists against her beanbag chair and flailed her feet in the air while she rolled across the floor. The staggering amount of tears in her eyes set an even greater example about how many laughs remained on the sidelines, and she had plenty more to spare.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAH! SHE DID…HAHAHAHAH! GET IT?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! THERE'S A BARN, PFFFFFFFFFFT, AND HORSES LIVE IN STABLES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! IT'S WORD PLAY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

She then grabbed the nearest Molly by the collar and stated the obvious again and again just so they could possibly get in on the bad joke, but she only received awkward silence and a startled face. The one Molly lit up a storm with her outrageous laughter and wouldn't stop, which prompted a certain fancy outfitted Molly to cross her arms and rolled her eyes nonchalantly to the side. The nonstop laughs didn't impress her much.

"Great. Who let Laughing Molly in here?" the fancy Molly muttered.

As everyone else's attention remained on the crazy laughing Molly and her antics, a low audible ringtone rang through Giant Molly's massive ears. Knowing the particular chime from anywhere, she used her free hand to pick up her personal cell phone and ran through her fingers over the screen until a message showed up in her personal Enhappify! inbox. Once she read it she deeply sighed.

"Of course the train of thought derails AGAIN and requires my assistance." Giant Molly said to herself.

As much as the others kept their attention on Laughing Molly, Giant Molly still felt it necessary for them to receive a heads up on her situation.

"While I would LOVE to hang around a bit longer and tag along for the tour, I'm needed yet again because of more Molly's mind shenanigans. Don't count me out completely, for I'll come back when I'm done because I CAN'T ignore someone from the outside accidentally arriving here. I'll just, ummmmm, put you down carefully…"

She took a couple of deep breaths before she slowly lowered her hand that held the near minuscule bus toward the plateau. The bus teetered and tilted from her round and pudgy fingers, but everyone still kept their attention somewhere else which made the incident less noticeable. The bus's wheels rolled backward until the entire vehicle plopped safely on the cliff face where it backed up even further toward the center. After it settled, Giant Molly made extra sure nothing abhorrent happened, and while she received a few stray glances from other Mollys across the plateau nothing terrible happened. She lightly tapped the ceiling of the bus one more time with one of her fingernails before she started to head off. Even though no other Molly matched up to her in height, a particular highly energetic laughing version stole any sort of attention and left many scratching their heads.

"I'll come back here after I get that stupid train back on course. Leave the biggest open spot for me until them!"

With that said, Giant Molly happily waved toward the ground before she left loud booms in her wake. Even as she walked around huge tremors followed upon each step, which shook up a lot even when nobody stood around near her. Her size came with certain duties however, and while she disliked many of them she still provided her part within the mind of the joyful young girl. Even as a titan among the land of specks, Molly's giant sized persona contributed however she could to the community inside her head.

…although any imagination in the confines of Molly's mind could provide alternative and easier solutions.

As Giant Molly made her leave, the loud laughing one continued with her laughing fit for a few more minutes until she appeared to have settled down. Her laughs dyed down before she wiped multiple tears from her face which provided the signal for the Molly in the fancy outfit to finally commence with the tour.

"Ohhhhhhhhkay." the fancy Molly lightly said in slight bewilderment. "Now that everyone has calmed down, we can finally head off. Once I-"

Her talk became interrupted yet again when the one loud Molly ignited another laughing fit and rolled over the floor from her outrageous attitude.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAH! STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAH! YOU'RE, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, KILLING ME! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

Fancy Molly's demeanor slowly started to dip further down the more Laughing Molly interrupted the plans. Her smile dipped into a frown while her eyebrows angled in the same direction, which caught Nancy's attention and forced her mouth shut. She waited for Laughing Molly to cease all of the noise before she continued with her final explanations.

"After I put this bus into gear, everyone can glance out the windows-"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! SHE SAID…HAHAHAHAHAH!"

The overly amused Molly copy poured tears from her eyes and banged against the ground and walls while her face turned red. She inadvertently kicked and smacked a couple of other Mollys as her limbs thrashed about like someone who completely lost it. Granted, Nancy knew Molly could find herself carried away when it came to particular subjects, but never to the extremes set before her by the persona that ran circles around a vehicle laughing her butt off. She never considered Molly the type of person to divulge into a catastrophic heap, but the inner mechanisms of her mind failed to utter a single lie. Clearly Molly kept some critical laughter to herself even if she never displayed it.

The interruptions came at a cost of one Molly copy's irritation though. She snorted steam as she tried to explain further.

"Condiments always remain on-"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

…

"Try to keep you hands and feet within the-"

"HAHAHAHAHAH!"

…

"Flash photography-"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

Before anyone knew it, fancy Molly instantly zoomed over to Laughing Molly and gave off one of the corniest and sternest glares right into her opposition's amused expression right up in her personal bubble. The laughing one cracked a few minor chuckles and giggles as the seriousness dripped down fancy Molly's face.

"I'll get you, and I'll make it look like you slipped!"

Laughing Molly's cheeks swelled up as her wide grin cracked a few times. Her nose twitched and snorted as the Molly in the fancy getup brandished a very stern finger toward her.

"Don't you dare."

All eyes remained on the two, more so toward Laughing Molly, as the hyena in a Molly suit cracked even more. Her expression mimicked a certain face Molly on the outside made when she watched Ollie from a distance, although now she did so from the amount of pressure built up. Everyone kept their mouths shut as one Molly leered intensely while the other tried to force herself not to automatically crack up at everything. One could imagine a steaming kettle above their heads on two different sides as the pure amusement across Laughing Molly's face never rubbed off on the other who couldn't stand her. It became one of the strangest stand offs in the history of mankind, but because it involved Molly they saw the sky in a very bright blue. Only one outcome would come out on top.

The kettle steamed even more as one of the Mollys squeaked out a few giggles and chuckles. The other formed a fist and prepared herself while her teeth clenched tightly.

Laughing Molly shook and put her hands over her ever growing smile.

The fancy Molly wouldn't stand it any further.

The sound of a steaming teapot hit everyone's ears and increased in pitch by the second.

The humorous tension left everyone speechless.

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…

…

Many heard the waning laughs on her way down.

The superior Molly held her forehead as she walked back into the bus. She wiped some excess sweat from her forehead and emptied one of her shoes of small rocks while the others felt some relief lifted off of their shoulders. Nobody dared to utter a peep in case she still had some steam in her, but at least the tour could finally begin.

As soon as her worn down appearance started though, her upbeat smile and personality shined through once more. Nancy shuddered from above, but still sat in her personal floating beanbag chair with her slurpee in hand.

"Aaaaaaaaaaand we can finally head off!" the fancy Molly stated. "I have a great day planned for sights and I know you'll enjoy them too! Any further questions?"

The other Mollys and Nancy refused to follow up on her inquiry. After what they saw from earlier, they risked the same exact fate if they went up against her. Fire burned behind her innocent but adorable eyes that spooked everyone else into silence. They still wanted to sit along for the tour ahead, but not in a manner set by the rather obnoxious example from before. No other Molly, or tiny ghost girl named Nancy, deserved it.

"Oh, good! Then I'll finally get this whole thing startled Fasten your seat belts, because we're heading into the depths of my extravagant mind!"

With that said, the fancy Molly rushed and sat in the driver's beanbag chair before she smiled. She put her hands on the wheel and pedals while Nancy lightly sipped on her slurpee and waited, but she never stepped on the gas. The other Mollys seemed to have understood and kept themselves tight, but Nancy ended up as the odd one out. Her understanding missed a couple of points.

"Uhhhhhh, don't you need to…hit the gas pedal?" Nancy asked in a few stutters.

The fancy Molly just turned around toward her with a smirk and raised her eyebrows a few times.

"Oh…we don't need that."

Nancy watched in slight confusion as the Molly copy gripped the wheel again and honked the horn in a very peculiar pattern. It seemed to have matched up with the first few notes of certain theme song of a familiar cartoon where a ghost and a girl become friends, but she never got to think further when the bus jolted up. It started to move forward toward the cliff which made Nancy worried, and when it tilted over the side it really stirred up some red flags. The bus then quickly jerked forward and over the side, but inside of falling into a destructive heap millions of tiny sparkles showered the side as it suddenly swooped upward into the sky. Many Mollys who stayed behind on the plateau along with a few living plush toys waved from below as the flying vehicle soared across the winds and even hovered close by them for a second. The entire "Mollyized" bus swerved over to the right of the place as the cliff soon became a distant dot. Once the plateau disappeared the rest of the Mollys on board amped themselves up and rushed to the windows so they could see the small lands below where millions of other Mollys provided happy waves toward them. Molly may have watched a bit too many crazy cartoons, but the large charming bus finally brought the tour to an immediate start after many delays. The dressed up Molly in the fancy dress and top hat surely thought so, especially after she yeeted an irritating annoyance off of the premises. She wanted it, and she received it due to more Molly madness in the form of an enchanted flying vehicle.

Nancy floated close by in her beanbag chair while the fancy Molly let go of the wheel and grabbed a loudspeaker. As it turned out the bus required no input as it lowered a bit further toward the ground, which brought more excitement to the other Mollys.

"Alrighty then! Thank you everyone for your patience! We've finally set off into the lands projected by my inner mind, and we have SO many places which reflect all corners of what make me, well, me! Just sit back and I'll point out interesting spots, because the only person who understands my mind the best…is ME!"

Everyone other than the Molly in the driver's seat stayed clueless about where they would end up in their first destination, but the others Molly stood by with anticipation. Some already drank their complementary slurpees, including Nancy, as dozens of pink cloud zoomed by the windows. They wouldn't have to wait long though as something slowly appeared down below that hyped up the other Mollys on board. Nancy carefully peeked out of the window closest to her while she made sure nothing nearby would possibly shoot her out of the vehicle. While a deadly impact became a non factor because of her status as a wraith, because of the unfamiliar territory she worried about all of the other possible factors in case anything tried to tear her to shreds. Of course, due to all of the innocence inside Molly's mind it seemed almost impossible but she knew better. When something added Molly into the mix the unpredictability cranked up further than any number one could count from the top of their head. Their first stop lye ahead, but that didn't mean Nancy would like it.

The bus loomed down close to the ground where scenery changed into a new set of standards. Nothing but fresh round green hills covered in beds of flowers which provided very prolific and fruitful scents that tickled everyone's noses. Dozens of small smiling butterflies who shined their palettes from colorful wings fluttered about as their scales lightly fell toward the vibrant grass. Some even giggled happily as a multitude of Molly's within the bus plastered their smiling faces across the glass as if they wanted their attention. The main attraction set around the flowers and butterflies though, as hundreds of decent sized enclosures dotted around the landscape where short fences appeared almost unusable due to their insufficient height. One could easily step over them no problem, which left questions as to why one would ever invest in such a barrier if it failed to perform its intended function. As to what stayed within the incredibly short walls, nothing but various puppies, kittens, and many other young animals with large adorable eyes inhabited such areas. All of their eyes had fully dilated pupils and shimmered under the sun which really cranked up the adorableness factor. The long grassy plains provided the perfect running room for perfect animal play times, and already multiple Molly held out their hands for a minute chance at a single touch. The whole place looked like an animal paradise for the most endearing of all young animals…and the occasional unicorn.

The Molly in the fancy getup made sure to provide the explanations over the intercom.

"For our first destination, we have arrived at the hills of the absolutely adorable! Feel free to stick your heads out as the puppies love to plant kisses on sight! As you know by now, I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE me some cuteness overload when-AWWWWWWWWWW, SOOOOOOOOO CUUUUUUUUUUUTE!"

Even the Molly who acted as a tour guide couldn't help herself when a speckled puppy ran up close to her window and stared right at her. The Mollys in the back already had the right idea and stuck their heads out where they instantly became slobbered in hundreds of wet licks from happy ecstatic puppies. Kittens also ran on up and allowed others to happily pet them, who the many Mollys went for as well like their lives depended on it. As much as Nancy wanted to ignore such animal overload, especially on the cuteness side, she really couldn't. Due to her deep soft spot for dogs, which also served as one of her happy places whenever she visited Brighton's dog park, such ignorance of the obvious outside the bus proved impossible the moment her ghostly eyes lit up. She stayed rather cautious on certain aspects due to her minuscule height, but her urges drove her forward as she floated up toward an open window where a panting puppy with two huge glistening eyes stuck its head close to her. For once, she actually lightly smiled as the lovable mutt vigorously licked her tiny dot of a formless shape and it never licked her up either. One of her worries stemmed from the great contrast in size between her and the animal, and yet she still remained intact despite them. Most of her enjoyment still remained locked away after her initial confrontation with Molly, but a lovable big eyed puppy squeezed a small portion out of her. Nobody had enough of the tour's first stop.

Nancy became happily licked so much that around half of her ectoplasm ended up gone, and she only noticed when she needed to fall back to wipe all of the excess slobber off. Her nonexistent back went stiff for a few seconds until she regenerated her lost goo and shaped herself back into her normal wraith self. As for the dog, it suddenly made room for another as it also stuck its head through the window, although it appeared rather…plastic on the outside. It also wanted to provide some extremely happy licks toward the tiny ghost girl, which Nancy couldn't deny especially after it shined its huge puppy eyes toward her. She waited a few more seconds to make sure most of her ectoplasm remained before she finally hovered up closely to the overjoyed canine. It wasted no time to cover her in buckets of saliva, and like the previous dog a small bit of her happiness escaped from the impenetrable safe in her head. Soon after the previous dog joined in and shortly after Nancy had two dogs who expressed their love simultaneously. While she wanted to giggle and enjoy the moment even more, her shrunken status combined with her unfortunate fate as a tiny plaything to Molly left most of her positivity almost extinct. Despite the circumstances though, two puppies provided more of her happy place than just one.

If Molly really thought that a dog made of plastic was a "toy dog" then Nancy wouldn't blame her.

She required a bit of a break from constant doggy kisses, so Nancy floated back into her beanbag chair and regained all of the ectoplasm lost from them. She watched as a lot of the Mollys in the back interacted with the animals, whether by petting them, getting wet licks, rubbing against their faces, and giving them treats. Some had cats, dogs, to even mixes of the two as they indulged in happy moments all around from their time with them. The Molly up front with the fancy dress and top hat even happily counted the moments with her own overzealous cats and dogs. At one point her entire head ended up inside a large puppy's mouth before she pulled herself out, but she enjoyed her time more than she detested any mishaps. She gleefully laughed as she petted and got up close which made her even happier. For once, Nancy actually related to her and her enjoyment of animals like dogs and cats. She may have worn inhibitors, but even as nothing but a dot Nancy still loved dogs much like her captor Molly.

At least she never overworked her laughter like a certain Molly copy.

Nancy relaxed for a bit and drank her complementary soft drink while she watched the others. During the time she glanced outside to the many incredibly short enclosures and figured that they provided an illusion to the animals so they felt like they didn't need to break out…at least Nancy theorized. She kept her head in the clouds for a while to the point where she almost missed a rather interesting set piece throughout the playfully cute animal area. It barely stood out, but out of the corner of her eyes a rather out of place hole laid dormant far off the beaten path. It puzzled her to see something rather unimpressive yet intriguing at the same time, for it directly contrasted against all of the cuteness around it. Part of her wanted to steer clear as far as possible from it, but the fact that the tour encouraged everyone to act as guinea pigs piqued her curiosity. Molly seemed not one to house deep holes inside her mind, and yet Nancy's eyes told her otherwise.

"Can't take your eyes off of that hole, huh? I don't blame you."

Nancy's ectoplasm jerked upward for a split second before she pivoted around at a breakneck pace. Her huge plates for eyes soon contracted back to normal once she noticed the Molly copy in the fancy dress as she stared down at the speck of a blob in the air. The fact she showed a more supportive face indicated that she genuinely wanted to hear what Nancy had to say.

"Oh, uhhhhhh…" Nancy stuttered. "Well, I mean…it came within my line of sight, soooooo…yeaaaaah…"

She rubbed the back of her head lightly and shuddered while the Molly copy's expression didn't change.

"Oh, you won't have to worry about it too much. You just have your sights set on the Porcupine Hole."

"Porcu…what?" Nancy asked at a lower tone.

"The Porcupine Hole." the Molly copy responded. "We keep all of those prickly critters imprisoned down there."

The existence of such a place inside Molly's head sounded so absurd…that it completely fit with all of the other craziness. Even so, Nancy wanted to know more about it.

"Ummmm…exactly why…does it exist?" Nancy asked lightly

"Oh, because porcupines want to take over the world. I'm surprised nobody had seen it coming yet."

Yet another perplexing allegation that only Molly could come up with hit Nancy's nonexistent ears.

"I…don't get it." Nancy responded.

"Of course you don't. They WANT you to think that." the Molly copy said as her eyes opened wider. "Those beady eyes of theirs spell all of the innocence in the world, but ohohohohohoho, they won't fool THIS girl who knows the TRUTH!"

Already Nancy saw a drop in sanity from the Molly copy as more details emerged about a supposed conspiracy behind what seemed like a completely out of touch subject. Before she could speak further though, the Molly copy sat down sternly and stared off into the forefront through the windshield of the bus. Her face changed into an overly dramatic comically serious expression as her surroundings went dark and an over the top organ played an eerie tune in the background.

She then went off on a tangent in a rather flat cheesy melodramatic tone.

"They stare at you with their beady endearing eyes and goad you into wandering closer to their fake innocence. They squeak and stare directly into you soul until they completely captivate your senses like a sweet jellybean under the light. Before long, they hook you in while you hold your hands up to your cheeks like the complete sucker that play you for. They act like they want one. It sounds like the most OBVIOUS of choices. 'Come in closer!' 'I'm so DARN CUUUUUUUUTE!' 'PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE?!' They even lightly sniff as if they know your weak points, and soon enough they get their wish. They hold those…THINGAMAJIGS and then leave you across the ground…for their OWN SICK AMUSEMENT. Nobody truly understands the pure evil underneath, but I'm the sole exception. While I see a long road head, eventually everyone will catch on before the end. I'll show them, and I'll SHOW THEM ALL!"

Nancy just watched the Molly copy almost lose it while she stayed somewhat silent. She expected someone like Crazy Molly to ramble on about such inconspicuous subjects, but to hear someone else left indications about something deep she truly believed in. The more she thought about it the more her head hurt, and she knew when it came to Molly you couldn't exactly wrap your head around her beliefs. Just so she didn't divulge into someone like Molly's crazy side, she cut herself off and let her have her moment. If Molly considered the particular animal that evil, it became no use to question it.

Eventually, the time came to leave their first stop. The Mollys inside the bus waved goodbye while the cute animals happily waved back. Some even sneaked in a few final licks as the bus headed into the sky once more. After the unexpected revelation of one of her most hated subjects, the Molly copy who acted as the tour guide needed to get away before she became Crazy Molly's identical twin. Nancy admitted that for a first stop it went by no too terribly. She lost a lot of her ectoplasm from the constant licks, but for the most part she absolutely adored all of the animals in the vicinity. Of course more stops remained to further enhance the full Molly experience, and if it kept the same sort of energy she might actually escape with no severe injuries for once. It became relatively standard that she exited an insane scenario, which always involved Molly, with the short end of the stick. For now, she sipped on her slurpee and sat in her beanbag chair silently as the large vehicle headed to the next destination.

While nothing but pink clouds and smiling butterflies flew past the windows, the other Mollys kept their eyes peeled in vivid fascination of everything around them. Eventually, the fancy Molly announced something again over the intercom.

"Alright everyone! We should arrive close to our next stop soon! The Mountain of Cupcakes carries as many flavors as one can imagine…or whatever I can think of! Stick your head and arms out, for my mind contains the best of the best and I LOVE me some cupcakes!"

The announcement already left a lot of Mollys scrambling to the windows with their tongues out. As for Nancy, it left her with raised eyebrows and a slight brain freeze from her slurpee. While Molly baked cupcakes beforehand, although the baking skills required some heavy reading after the whole "Scratch forcing Nancy to possess Molly" fiasco, her foresight never concluded that they became part of her personality. However, as she thought more about it the more it made sense. Her bubbly and sweet attitude toward the world around her matched the tender flavor of such miniature confectioneries. Due to the factors laid out in her head. Nancy preferred Molly as more of a lemon cake type of girl despite what she heard. Even so, if cupcakes stood out as one of her defining traits within the depths of her mind she couldn't deny it. Everyone saw the world differently, even for an overly happy girl like Molly.

The bus soared a bit longer through the clouds as they slowly parted toward the end. Once they left everyone's sight, the behemoth of a sweet infused delicacy rained colors all across the rainbow. If Nancy kept her heart as a ghost it likely would have staggered to a halt at the moment from…everything her eyes blessed her with. The Molly tour guide told no lies when she talked about an entire mountain of cupcakes, and it extended toward the heavens like it never ended. Each cupcake displayed different colors, patterns, and even decorative frosting which left many guessing as to what flavor they represented. One easily equaled the scope of the largest boulders which basically matched someone's entire diet for life. Someone like Molly likely wouldn't mind an entire lifetime where she ate only one giant cupcake and nothing else, yet plenty more options remained on the mountain. As cupcakes dropped and fell to lower levels others filled in their place which piled even more sugary goodness upon the large set piece. Every type of Molly copy within the tween's mind likely set their dream homes upon the mountain, and even then it wouldn't satisfy them. The entire Mountain of Cupcakes set itself up as a paradise where the gluttony of a joyous girl spelled perfection all over.

Many Mollys in the back took the tour guide Molly's advice and released their heads and arms out of the windows which immediately gathered portions of the large cupcakes. Their cheeks stuffed to the brim before they swallowed and opened their mouths again. They highly enjoyed all of the tasty flavors and never backed down from any, even some of the less desirable ones. Nancy hesitated at first before the fancy Molly shot her a light head motion which indicated to try for her. She took a couple of deep breaths as the bus loomed in closer for the tiny ghost girl, and once the cupcakes came within arm's reach for her she went for it. As she held out one of her hands it filled up almost immediately, which at that point she brought it back. While a little bit down that she saw only pink, it clued her in as to a potential flavor. She wasted no time and bit into it, which she immediately determined once she tasted it that she grabbed a handful of pure strawberry. Even though she didn't mind it too much, she preferred something different. She just needed to time her grabs correctly when the vehicle zipped over one of her favorite flavors, which the other Mollys seemed to have in mind when certain colors hit their eyesight. Of course since the whole mountain contained Molly's favorites it seemed unnecessary for the copies, yet they sat by at times when their next choices zoomed up close. The mountain contained every flavor Molly could ask for, but not exactly everything Nancy wanted.

Eventually, after she consumed a few more adequate flavors, something caught her interest. A mix of pure brown and white suddenly started to pivot over to the side, which Nancy recognized from anywhere. While surface level displayed something rather plain and uninteresting, such visuals remained deceiving. Even though it only showed the common flavors of vanilla and chocolate, she secretly had a soft spot for such a mix. As it turned out, Molly rather enjoyed such frivolity despite the simplicity, but Nancy only cared that it showed up on her radar. Instantly she honed in her senses on the mix as the large cupcake arrived up close, and at that moment Nancy brought a ghostly hand forward. Her stubby ghost fingers snatched a handful of the cupcake and she would have gobbled it up if she never acted a bit too recklessly. Nancy obtained one of her favorite flavors, but at a cost.

The winds quickly picked up as the bus shifted toward the right, which inexplicably caught the tiny ghost and hurled her out the window. She likely would have screamed if she never immediately smacked against a Molly in the back. She stuck her head out and opened her mouth to stuff her cheeks when Nancy suddenly careened toward her. The ghostly figure splatted against her forehead and forced her back into the vehicle. She panicked and almost fell to the floor, but she remained upright as she dishearteningly prodded her fingers until she felt the impact spot. She lightly peeled the tiny one off before she realized that she never hit a stray bug but a shrunken ghost girl.

"Oh shoot! I'm terribly sorry Nancy!" the Molly copy said. "At least, uhhhhhh, you didn't land in my mouth…right?"

The small wraith of Nancy slowly got back into the air and reformed into her typical shape. Luckily she kept both of her eyes and a majority of her ectoplasm, for it could have gone much worse. She shook herself off from dizziness and glanced at the other Mollys as they happily indulged on portions of cupcakes before she responded.

"That…went rather quickly." Nancy stuttered. "Ermmmm, thanks…for the save."

"No problem!" the Molly copy replied. "I'm just happy to share my mind with you!"

Nancy clamped her mouth shut as the Molly copy gave a supportive thumbs up. The tiny ghost girl slowly floated back up to the front and into her beanbag chair before she glanced down at the helpings of cupcake in her hands. She at least managed to grab what she wanted, so she savored the moment for a few seconds until she shoved the pieces into her mouth. The overwhelming texture and flavor left her nearly speechless to the point she almost melted in her seat. The mix of vanilla and chocolate left her salivating for more, but she wanted to relax a bit after the bus almost left her behind. Safety first after all.

"Better stuff your tummies well, for we have plenty more to see in the depths of my head! Our next stop will take us to the Adoration Section!"

The Molly tour guide really wanted the tour to continue for as long as possible.

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As much as Libby wanted to gawk over Nancy and her tiny speck of a body, she couldn't ignore her duties at her family bookstore. Someone needed to categorize everything from fiction, documentaries, and everything in between in order according to the systems common libraries used. The internet sort of cannibalized the market, but because of the community size of Brighton common threats haven't plagued the place yet. Libby's family took the opportunity and went with it, which helped their campaign across town. Libby memorized the system down to the smallest of turtle eggs, so any out of place book triggered an automatic response as if the animal in her desired a life of its own. Even the dystopian fiction section always stayed under the watchful eyes of the diligent girl, and her personality actually fit right into the often quiet setting. Even some of the townsfolk often called the bookstore "pure solitude" and "calm yet active" which Libby's mother seriously considered for a slogan of some kind. From endless rows and novels to choose from, none quite hit the mark like Brighton's book store and the family that owned it.

Libby performed her duties while her mother stayed in the back rooms and counted storage. While some customers came and went, traffic usually never surpassed too many numbers. Oftentimes Libby called slow days "Terrapin Tuesdays" even when they occurred on another days of the week solely because it rolled off of the tongue better. She kept Nancy, or more specifically Nancy's inactive body, tucked safely in one of her pockets as she performed work. Because of the low amount of visitors, she plucked Nancy out of her pocket and let her stand carefully atop the bookshelves. She bonked her head rather drearily against some of the books which Libby found charming, although she went on high alert when a couple of tiny arachnids decided to make Nancy their next lunch. With one strong flick though, Libby warded off any potential small insect that posed a danger for the shrunken girl. She actually found it more surprising though to see Nancy completely content and not in complete terror like usual. To her, she saw progress in their relationship despite the contrast between their sizes. Libby enjoyed her time as the watcher of the girl unfortunately miniaturized by Molly.

After she handled a couple more books in the wrong section, she lightly smiled toward the speck on the shelf close by.

"Don't mind me. I'm just rearranging the historic and science fiction sections!"

Nancy's body just slumped down and stared directly at Libby with her drained eyes. She hardly moved while her face remained devoid of life. At one point her head tilted sideways and hit the gigantic cover next to her, but she never reacted. Her existence without her soul remained completely empty.

Libby still lightly smiled while she worked which never fazed Nancy's body.

"You know, these last couple of days came and went without incident. I'm surprised you've stayed relatively calm, especially in the presence of my turtles. No offense, especially after what happened to you, but you tend to freak out over everything since your reduction. I really appreciate it!"

"Eh…I'm fine." Nancy's body said in the flattest tone possible.

Libby glared down at the speck on the shelf for a bit longer than usual. The fact that Nancy automatically went for anything she stated with no second thoughts sounded like a dream come true for her, yet the contrary to what she knew the tiny girl as. While she wanted to not bite the hand that fed her, the more she thought about it the more she wanted to have the old Nancy back. If something happened to cause her to suddenly shift moods she wanted to definitely know about it. She never questioned Nancy's weird behavior until then because she didn't want to possibly intrude on personal subjects, but the lack of objections against her decisions rubbed Libby the wrong way. She wanted to know more, yet still keep a distance from anything Nancy wanted out of the picture.

Libby's eyes narrowed down toward the nonreactive Nancy as a slow beat ran through her head. She couldn't sing, but she spoke like an artistic beat poet.

Am I Doing It Wrong?

You've stayed here for days, yet fear never came.

Who am I seeing? It's just not the same.

Don't hold back. I brought you along.

While I can't sing a song

I can hold strong

Yet you just sit. Am I doing it wrong?

Nothing but silence, all wrinkled and down.

All of your feelings, shut down and brown.

Turn up that frown. All upright and long.

You may think you're headstrong

but you still belong

I'll hold you close. Am I doing it wrong?

You deserve more. Am I doing it wrong?

After everything said and done from her end, the shrunken one never reacted. In fact, she started to drool as her lifeless body stared blankly off into space. From there Libby grew increasingly worried if she may have caught something like the flu or allergies. Nancy never acted out of line since she decided to take her off of Molly's sinewy fingers, and she let it slide because nothing really aroused suspicion for the turtle lover. When one always followed orders it seemed rather intrusive to find out more about their behavior, especially if they never performed anything wrong, so Libby never questioned any of it…until that moment. If she somehow struck a nerve she needed to know so she could rekindle their connection and make things right. She considered Nancy a close friend just like Molly even though she only occasionally witnessed her tiny splendor.

"Uhhhh…" Libby stuttered. "Do you…really feel okay Nancy?"

"…I feel nothing." Nancy's body answered flatly.

From there, Libby's curiosity got the better of her to the point where she got up close to the speck on the shelf. Nancy's body never flinched in the slightest and only slumped on the ground while she drooled intensely. With one of her huge fingers, the timid turtle lover slowly inched it toward until her fingernail set under the tiny one's chin. Her eyes squinted and narrowed for a closer inspection upon Nancy until she saw a clearer picture. At times she wished her eyesight matched Molly's eagle eyes when it came to shrunken young girls because Nancy's stay left a lot for her to adapt to. She nailed most of them, but she still tended to almost step on her at times which Nancy didn't like. While not as acute as Molly at time, Libby still acted as a decent alternative if something ever happened to the miniaturized girl she intended to keep safe.

Libby stared intently across Nancy's near microscopic face while her soulless body sagged and stayed put. She made note of her drained color combined with all of the excess wrinkles that made Libby shiver. If she didn't know any better, the tiny girl could have completely left the building like a certain someone when they…

Everything instantly clicked.

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Nancy lost track of how long she remained in the tour bus since the lead Molly copy seemed to never stop with all of the sights. From places such as the Singing Hills of Happiness, The Plush Capitol of the World, to even somewhere called Devotion Valley, Nancy basically saw it all. At one point she caught a glimpse of a tall appearing temple area with a fancy looking door where she noticed, from a slight crack in the wall, a massive statue of a certain boy along with hundreds of Molly copies…who worshiped it? They bowed to the ground at one point but before she could find out any further details the tour guide Molly lit up bright red like a tomato and drove everyone off in a haste. Despite the brief encounter, Nancy understood the ramifications and held back on rolling her eyes. She never felt surprised to see THAT as part of Molly's mind after all of the signs on the outside.

After what seemed like the Molly copy prolonging the moments even further, the bus finally settled down for good in yet another portion of the tween's mind. After sightings that consisted of everything and the kitchen sink inside Molly's mind, to notice some familiar territory raised a few eyebrows. Out of every possible place to make up a portion of Molly's personal quarters, to see a rather distorted version of Brighton appeared not too far fetched the more she thought about it. It became her permanent home after all of her family travels and served as a starting point toward a new happy future, which she eagerly looked forward to. Of course she inadvertently dragged Nancy along since the timid girl learned about her during her first few days in town. Her attempts to avoid her obviously went south instantly and kick started the crazy situations everywhere…along with her damaging shrinkage. While Molly considered Brighton an amazing town to live in, it came at a cost of one autistic girl's downfall.

Scratch must have felt like the luckiest ghost alive compared to all of the punishments Nancy took since Molly held the keys to her cell.

In terms of the changes made to Brighton in a "Mollyfied" way, the color most evidently became spread out into shades of pink all over. Even though Molly in no way had a privilege to drive, the cars that sat in the streets displayed either a myriad of heart decals or flower decals. Every single building, including the capitol, displayed set pieces one would mostly find in a dollhouse or something similar although not completely. If anything, they seemed more akin to a new concept like "plush houses" since Nancy saw no walking doll in sight. A few extras still gave off an appearance like someone made them out of plastic like a few porches and benches, but for the most part they mixed between realism and toys straight from the creativity of Molly's imagination. While many plush dolls roamed the area, the town mostly consisted of Molly copies like everywhere else as they went around doing their own businesses. If she didn't know any better, the faux Brighton could have fooled her into thinking that she instantly warped into a living toy world. She wondered just how deep the rabbit hole went with the accuracy of such a place, but she cut herself off almost immediately. The inner machinations of Molly's mind followed their own rules out of touch with reality, and the facts straight from Molly kind worried Nancy. Molly existed in her own crazy and ecstatic pace, and nobody understood everything filled to the brim in her head but her.

As the bus's front doors opened to let everyone out, Nancy pondered for a few moments about the brief glimpses of what Molly went through on the outside. She checked up a few times around the midway point of the tour and only required a few small seconds of concentration. As long as she stayed inside her mind Molly's senses mirrored over to her after all, although not as potent when she initially ended up stuck. At first she became a bit confused from the changes in scenery since she found herself switched from the school theater to back in Molly's bedroom. Something about Scratch's grotesque bubbles atop his head, a therapist, and something about his mind all passed through Molly's senses, but all of it came to a head when both Scratch and her leaped straight into the ghost's mind thanks to Scratch's Chairman powers. She witnessed a gray scale version of the McGee household, some strange business monkey, and…the inside of a soda bottle along with a cardboard boat? Nancy shut herself off about halfway into the bottle incident, but even then she still faintly shared Molly's senses even if she didn't concentrate on them. It sort of weirded her out a bit to know that Molly went inside Scratch's mind…while she remained trapped inside Molly's. She thought back about Molly's words on how amazed it felt to actually head inside the mind of someone else, and yet she already beat her to the punch. Nancy stayed trapped in the mind of Molly while Molly traveled through the mind of Scratch.

She pictured the irony that left many researchers on the brink of insanity.

"If only you knew Molly…if only you knew…" Nancy thought before she sadly sighed.

"Alright everyone! Thank you for joining this incredible journey throughout the lands of my exuberant mind! Feel free to check out the souvenir shop around the corner for the perfect memorabilia! Take care everyone!"

The announcement over the intercom snapped Nancy out of Molly's senses from the outside and sucked her back into the tour bus inside her head. She jolted up a little bit startled as the hoards of Mollys exited out of the vehicle in droves. Nancy waited a bit until they cleared up before she made her exit with the fancy Molly behind her. She shook a bit from the many familiar sights of Brighton except "Mollyfied" while the Molly tour guide performed a head count.

"Hmmm…okay. Okay…" the fancy Molly muttered before she stopped. "Seems like I may have one straggler still-"

Some slow heavy breathing crept through her ears which stiffened her back for a few seconds. Some color drained from her face as she slowly looked to her right, but once she obtained the full picture her fear fell quickly. She held back on deeply sighing as the final Molly copy set her rather cheesy fascinated expression up close and personal with the fancy copy. Her pupils stood out as small dots while her smile cracked as if she just stumbled upon the greatest discovery of all time. She practically stuck to the tour guide Molly's face like glue, who didn't exactly appreciate it. Yet another weird Molly representation appeared as if the tween's mind didn't become infested with them already.

"…you done?" the tour guide Molly asked rather deadpan.

The other Molly's breathing increased to where one could easily mistake her for hyperventilating.

"Stay still while I…glance over every single hair with the eyesight of a hawk." the other Molly stated. "You have…so many interesting features up close. You could easily fit a giant mole here…or even here close by!"

The other Molly pointed to a specific spot on the tour guide Molly's right cheek while she kept her face plastered against the other.

"I get it. You can leave now."

"Just give me a few more minutes…or hours…or possibly days-"

"You can LEAVE now."

"Ooh! I never knew you had so many capillaries near your forehead and eyes! This one looks like it might burst if-"

"LEAVE."

"You just dropped an eyelash with that last blink! What sort of wish will you-"

She became a twinkle in the sky instantly.

Nancy watched in surprise as the fancy Molly performed such a feat just to get rid of another. Her ectoplasm shuddered while she tapped her fingers together in a worried manner.

"Uhhhhh, I'd…rather not end up on the receiving end…" Nancy nervously said.

The tour guide Molly shifted from utter irritation to complete happiness immediately as if such an occurrence never happened.

"Oh, you won't have to. Curious Molly had it coming."

So it appeared as if another one of Molly's deep personas graced its presence upon them only to serve up more annoyances. It happened with her laughing copy, and yet another followed in her same footsteps. She worried that if more irritations ran across them it might strike more nerves until all of them became launched somewhere else. Of course due to the nature of Molly's mind they could show up at any moment regardless. Molly usually remained relatively joyful, but if the signs pointed in one direction it sounded like staying on her good side became the best option. No need to tick Molly off in the wrong place at the wrong time.

As most of the other Mollys spread out back to their own agendas, everyone felt some low rumbling across the ground. Soon after the rumbles changes into massive quakes that left mostly all of the other Mollys against the ground as they lost their footing. Nancy remained as the one outlier since she floated above the ground, but even she knew something slowly arrived and grew slightly worried. As for the endless amounts of Molly copies, none of them really shared similar emotions compared to the ghost girl. Most appeared more startled than scared as the tremors grew increasingly more powerful and loud as time passed. As Nancy thought more about it her worry decreased a little, but her passive nature of nervousness never left. Even after the tour ended Molly's mind still had plenty more gas in the tank just when one thought it ended.

They wouldn't have too wait too log after until a figure emerged over a couple of houses. Despite the sheer obviousness after what she witnessed before she hopped on the bus, the uncertainty still lingered in the back of Nancy's head. Even so, she watched as the massive figure of a girl got to her knees, which sent another loud and powerful quake across the town, and expressed her trademark joyous smile that etched into Nancy's mind in more ways than one.

"Sorry if I'm a little bit late." Giant Molly said to the ones below. "I ran into some traffic on the way here…then a few houses."

"No worries!" the fancy Molly replied. "From your pictures on Enhappify you deserve some leeway after all of the hassle."

Giant Molly's expression went straight.

"Please don't remind me."

The fancy Molly lightly lukewarmly chuckled before she changed back into her typical Molly clothes, and it would have ended there if something else didn't suddenly spring up from Giant Molly's hair soon after. From the biggest Molly within the tween's mind, her expression suddenly reflected over to the Molly who acted as a tour guide. She just got rid of the one annoyance after they landed, and from the looks of it she never went that far despite the implications. The one Molly copy grasped a clump of Giant Molly's hair and, in a way only she would know, crazily sniffed it like a bloodhound. She had way more to scan over beyond comprehension.

"So stringy and thin…yet smooth to touch! Not a speck of dandruff in sight…and smell! Ooh, I'm seeing some interesting pieces of scalp here! YAY!"

The others watched as the Molly copy dived back into the sea of Giant Molly's hair and rustled through it, and yet she never fell out. The fact that the biggest Molly in her mind never pulled her out indicated points where she didn't care about it. The Molly closest to Nancy likely would have punted her again if egged on a bit further, so she likely considered it a blessing in disguise to not deal with such an annoyance again. Even when they shared interests since they basically existed as the same person, few bits of individuality showed up every now and then.

"I'll…forget I ever saw that." the nearby Molly copy said as some others crowded around. "However…"

Before anyone could react, the Molly copy straight off brought her personal cell phone out and aimed it toward her and Nancy. The dot of a ghost girl never knew what hit her until the Molly copy gleamed a hearty smile and snapped a photo with a blinding flash. Nancy floated silently in a slight daze as the happy go lucky copy got to work and typed something out before she pressed the respective button. Before long, millions of tiny hearts increased in number across the screen which made the copy even happier…until she saw Nancy in the back.

"Aww, you blinked!" the Molly copy stated before she lightly frowned. "I could have EASILY earned the front page spot!"

"Errrrmmm… Sorry?" Nancy stated. "You…sort of caught me off guard…"

"Nahhhhhh, I'm not mad." the Molly copy answered. "If anything, I don't stand a chance against Social Media Molly and her tendency to always get the perfect-"

Her phone's ringing suddenly interrupted her midway, followed by Giant Molly's. The two near identical copies of Molly ran their fingers over the screen until they reached the front page of the Enhappify site. Low and behold, a very spruced up and fabulous appearing Molly in stellar sharp sunglasses showed up in a picture on the front page with the title "I gotta say…this is JAWSOME!" and it really stood out. It seemed as if she laid out on the beach under a stylish umbrella while her sunglasses and sunhat shined under the sun. True to the strange lingo the particular Molly listed in her title, a large great white shark flopped up close to her for a friendly toothy smile, which left the two other Mollys struck with awe. Nancy didn't quite understand, but because the picture amazed the other two she concluded that it carried some importance to them. A Molly can unquestionably create something spectacular in just a single picture.

"Seriously, how does she do it?!" the Molly copy stated in disbelief.

"I swear she knows something we don't." Giant Molly said in the same tone.

"That looks…really nice, not going to lie…" Nancy said rather quietly. "I should still rather make my leave though."

He intentions became clear after the delay with the tour. She fulfilled her end of the bargain and went on it after all, so she deserved to find the nearest exit from Molly's mind. Her escapade revealed a lot more about Molly she wanted to stay away from, and despite the intentions of the Molly clones she may have witnessed a few facts which should have stayed behind closed door. The more she ran around the more she found out, and she clearly overstayed her welcome. Scratch may have ended up as an open book for Molly to explore, but not so much for Nancy from what she interpreted.

Both the Molly clone next to her and Giant Molly put their phones away just in time to reply back to the tiny ghost girl.

"Ohhhhhh, you can't leave just yet! We only just started with you around!" the Molly double stated.

"I'd…rather not." Nancy nervously responded. "I never intended to come here…and I want to get out before I accidentally trigger something…"

A couple of other Mollys stopped by near the one that became a tour guide while Giant Molly still overlooked them from above.

"Please don't leave! Uhhhhhh, we have a lot more in here than you think!" the one Molly copy begged. "My mind has SOOOOO many surprises! How about, uhhhhhh…"

All of the Molly copies started to hastily scan everywhere in unison, minus Giant Molly, for any possible new activity. Even some of the living plush animals ran their sewn button eyes in every nook and cranny as if they also wanted to have Nancy stay even longer. The ghost girl herself refused to move so she wouldn't get smacked in their rush, and because she still lacked the insight as to where the exit existed. As much as she wanted to leave, if she wandered off too much she could end up lost within the endless images of whatever Molly kept stored in her head. She knew the basics when it came to getting lost, although not so much when others actually understood her exact location like all of the Molly clones. Everything inside Molly's mind wanted her to stay longer despite Nancy's wishes.

After a few seconds of frantic scrambling, eventually the Molly up front snagged something interesting which warranted full attention.

"How about this? You can join the annual Unicorn Race! See? No need to leave so soon! You like unicorns too, right?"

The Molly copy brought up a flier and stuck it right up close to Nancy's face. She inadvertently caused one of Nancy's eyeballs to stick to it once she pulled back, which required a quick plop back into its place. After she floated backward for a better look, it clearly advertised the activity in full. "The Fabulous Unicorn Race Has Arrived!" embedded in bright rainbow letter near the top as a bright shining picture of Molly on top of a dazzling mythical stallion of a unicorn set below them. The Molly in the picture may have enjoyed such a ride of a lifetime, but Nancy existed as the odd one out across the entire "Mollyverse" in the tween's head. She clearly missed the height requirement by a wide margin, and she wanted no part in a potential risk of sticking to the bottom of a large horseshoe. Even so, she never rode an animal before, let alone a young girl's imaginary one, which also cuased her to lean toward one particular answer. Molly may have liked it, but Nancy thought of the contrary.

"Well, uhhhhh…" Nancy stuttered as she fiddled with some ectoplasm between her fingers. "Can't you just…tell me where to leave?"

"I could…but then the fun will end!" the Molly copy answered. "We only started with the tour, so consider this the main attraction! I want to see your tiny wispy self race across the pavilion! PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAASE?!"

Soon after the entire crowd of Mollys before her put on a rather long pout while their pupils expanded to almost completely cover their eyes. A few of them even lightly sniffed and whimpered toward her which performed the polar opposite of what they intended. Like the moment beforehand, Nancy never fell for any goading tactics made by the adorable young girl ever since she shrunk in the first place. Because of the increased number, it only brought even more nervousness to the ghost girl's pressure. She wanted no part in something if an entire audience of someone she hated tried to up their cuteness like a puppy in an attempt to get their way. Molly caused her problems in the first place after all.

"Hey Nancy. Over here for a minute."

Nancy took the moment to immediately turn toward the source of the voice, where she found out it came from Giant Molly and her massive face over many houses.

"I know you just got off of that tour through my head, but if you could go through with that one more activity I'll tell you exactly how to get out of here. You don't have to win, and I pinkie promise to not force you into anything further. Just go through this one final game. Please?"

Just her endearing voice left some of Nancy's ectoplasm on their ends. She knew Molly liked to tug on someone's heart strings to steer them toward her ideals, and while it failed to work on Nancy the more she thought about it a very foreboding shadow cast over her. Realizations shot up to the point where her worry grew exponentially, and it spelled her possible final outcome. Because she existed inside Molly's head and had no idea where to find the exit, the tween technically held full control over her to where she may never leave. All of the Mollys kept their lips sealed and might stay that way to the point where they kept Nancy inside Molly's noggin forever. If they wanted Nancy to do something, the Mollys can easily force her through any means necessary since she existed in their world where their rules always applied. She became a prisoner inside the mind of the person she despised since she shrunk in her presence. Even when she left reality behind she couldn't escape the joyful tween and her antics.

She pretty much had no other choice.

"Well…I guess if I'm not injured too badly…"

All of the Mollys around her shouted with glee and held their fists up to their faces from the sheer excitement. Even Giant Molly couldn't help herself and lightly squealed with glee.

"Yay! More fun with the tiny girl from the outside!" the closest Molly copy said. "I'll show you where we keep the winged horsies for events like this! I'm sure we'll find one that fits you!"

At first Nancy thought she knew better. From all of the drastically different changes in perspective due to her size normal access always remained out of reach and required someone normal sized to help out. She learned very quickly about such facts and it only urged her to get her old size back as soon as possible. However, once she reminded herself that anything goes when it came to the inner workings of one's mind she settled down a bit. Molly could easily think up a creature at her size for her participation, much to Nancy's dismay, and the rest of the details. She likely planned everything out in advance just for maximum excitement, which pretty much performed the opposite on the tiny ghost girl. The legions of Mollys had Nancy's deal set in stone for yet another activity against her will.

After she realized she would stay trapped inside Molly's mind for even longer she heavily desired to find a happy place to calm down. She never checked out on Molly on the outside for a while, and while some of her shared senses ran across her formless shape, she still wanted to escape through any means necessary even temporarily. Like before, she only needed to concentrate for a few seconds until the images became front and centered. What she saw through Molly's eyes though left a bit of confusion behind for her to pick up. Both her and Scratch seemed to have their work cut out for them as they climbed up some type of tower with the same weird business monkey at the top who appeared hostile. She needed to catch up on their antics when given the free time after she snooped through Molly's senses a bit more, but for now she focused on her and Scratch while they tried to climb further up. Eventually her shared hearing with Molly picked up Scratch's voice as they stuck around on a few rungs of their ladders, and they eventually concluded on why the grumpy ghost showed large bubbles on his head. Once she concluded that they haven't escaped Scratch's mind yet, Nancy listened in as Scratch nervously talked about some memories he wanted to keep buried in case he wouldn't like them, to which Molly stated that he likely needed to face them for the sake of his afterlife. Her tone left Nancy short of breath and she didn't know why, but by then a feeling in the back brought some very toxic needles to the table. She couldn't disconnect from Molly's senses despite all of the signs telling her to do so, and yet the bluntness prodded at her ectoplasm when the tween brought a hand forward. Through Molly's own eyes, she watched as she placed her hand on Scratch's shoulder while all of her others senses ran their course through Nancy. The soft end poked at her numerous times while the instigator's breath drew ever closer toward her nonexistent neck. She stiffened up while she never noticed the one pin that clinked against the ground, which only left a few precious moments…until…

Everything about her clogged up as Molly looked Scratch in the eyes. Any attempts to close her eyes crashed and burned while her ears opened up to the point where she could hear a pin drop. All amount of pressure behind the facade of a face banged against the door until cracks formed across the surface. Nancy wanted none of it and yet she heard the fuse behind her. It fizzled shorter, then shorter, and shorter until only a black stub remained. From there it completely disappeared and poured dread all across the empty shell of a ghost girl.

Tick…

Tick…

Tick…

tick…

tick…

…

…

…

Nothing remained.

While the most heinous still kept a rather lethal dose, Nancy's hollow ghost self completely succumbed to what her shared hearing with Molly picked up. She never even dropped anything one might consider the most offensive, but it surely affected the tiny one she accidentally stuffed inside her head. Out of everything to have escaped from Molly's mouth, such worn needles proved enough to ruin one certain girl's outlook about her unfortunate fate. She really only offered her services to ones she considered worthy and left Nancy at the lowest possible denominator. Such utterances graced everyone in Brighton but the one she personally embarrassed and continually ignored even though she caused her troubles in the first place. One's kindness became one's misery until nobody recognized the shadow of what once existed. Molly personally offended the worst possible person in existence and she never even knew it. The savior of the Ghost World…served more as villain of black joy for one completely unlucky girl who crossed fates with her.

"Nancy? Nancy? You okay?"

The recognizable voice pulled her out of Molly's senses and back inside her head. One of the Molly copies glanced at the black speck in the air while an expression of slight concern spelled all over her face. Nancy tightened herself for a split second as she tried to put herself back into her personality, but after she suffered a nuclear explosion from the outside such feelings remained hidden. Even so, she couldn't leave the Molly copy hanging.

"I'm…I'm fine…"

She fought back hundreds of tears as she followed the rest of the Mollys to the starting grounds. She never even paid attention to the loud booms behind her from Giant Molly's steps as mere words tore her to shreds.

---

After everything they went through to finally solve Scratch's problem, all of the bubbles atop the ghost's head finally disappeared in one large pop. It required some traversal across a color drained McGee household, through a giant soda bottle, and a large skyscraper, but they made it out in one piece. From the one memory Scratch tried to ignore beyond belief, the two learned of another girl from the ghost's past that likely stood out as his first true best friend. Molly actually found it rather charming to witness, and even though she now knew Scratch made a close friend before her, none of it mattered. She still considered the supernatural specter one of her best friends, and somewhere down the line they'll discover more and potentially come to terms with all of the changes. Family helped each other out even when they weren't related, and Scratch proved himself a forever companion to the McGees. Another wacky adventure down, but more waited down the line.

Molly still had one final question after everything said and done though.

"Quick question though. What was the deal with the monkey in the suit?"

Scratch immediately stared blankly into space and moved his hands around in circles.

"Who can fathom the mysteries of my mind?"

If the rest of the moment contained no extra hitches it likely would have ended there. They just solved a very pressing issue with Scratch's buried memory so it appeared as though discussion became completely unnecessary. No more troubles aroused throughout the landscapes of one ghost and the joyful tween which warranted some well deserved relaxation time. They still knew that Libby agreed to watch over Nancy temporarily which left activities between them ripe for the picking. The two deserved it after the tireless months of always keeping an eye on her after the initial incident, so calmness seemed right up their alley after a perilous excursion throughout the mind of a ghostly buddy. Scratch imagined tacos and Molly followed, so anything out of the ordinary finally received a time of rest from the duo. Everyone needed breathing room after something high on the difficulty ladder, even the undead like Scratch. Yet another incident solved thanks to the likes of two friends connected supernaturally.

…if Molly never started bawling out as constant streams poured from her eyes.

Even Scratch ended up taken aback as he suddenly saw his closest human friend wail out of nowhere. Her legs slumped toward the ground and bent slightly while the floor filled into a lake of her tears. He nearly took a blast to the mouth as Molly dried herself clean and left herself starved of water. He watched a living fountain completely empty out her contents into the open in endless waves. Molly really displayed the purest signs of complete sadness.

Scratch almost hit the opposing wall from the fountain of Molly's tears while he avoided another while slightly irritated.

"Yeesh, Mol! I'm pretty sure I didn't mean to offend you! Leave the intense crying to the midget, okay?!"

After she emptied herself out a bit more, Scratch had enough and floated up to her before he sternly slapped the girl across the face. To any normal person, it likely would have intensified their crying, but for Molly it instantly shut her up. She coughed a couple of times as the redness around her eyes faded while she calmed down. She caught her breath and held her forehead for a few seconds before she slowly looked up toward her ghost bestie and turned her back into a stiff pole. Her mouth slammed shut before her pupils contracted soon after.

"That…was totally uncalled for." Molly said as she crawled backward hastily across her bed.

"The slap or the suddenly combustion of tears?" Scratch replied as her eyelids lowered.

Molly short burst breathing slowed back to a normal pace as she brought herself back into her typical personality…somewhat.

"I'd say both, but more so the latter."

"Oh, right. The mood swing…thing." Scratch said while a bit uneasy. "I sort of concluded that you had some…girl stuff going on so I never brought it up."

Molly's eyes narrowed straight at the ghost.

"You really thought I had girl issues going on?"

"Well, yeah! I don't want to intrude on business related to the opposite gender, especially…puberty…"

Scratch shivered upon the final word before he twisted his tongue as if such an utterance carried some sort of ill taste to it. He batted it a few more times as Molly stared in disbelief and sighed.

"As much of a courtesy to see my spectral buddy respect the female anatomy, I can clearly say that I'm definitely not feeling it as part of growing up." Molly stated. "In fact, if I ever did have such an episode…I'd probably scream it to the skies toward Libby."

"Riiiiiiight. You still have a reservation at the 'Period Club'." Scratch replied while her slightly rolled his eyes.

He lightly chuckled to himself from slight amusement before he completely found himself against the floor as Molly tackled and pinned him to the wood. He instantly saw persistent embers within the eyes of the often jubilant girl as she shot fire right into his undead soul. Fires burned throughout her hair while her unrelenting strength kept Scratch immobile like prey. No such comical eyes and mouth stayed plastered across the tween at the moment, and it painted the ghost as completely helpless to the wrath of a heated girl. Even though fire powers never ran through the family, when one divulged deep down it seemed like they always had it.

She spewed dragon's breath through her words.

"Your sarcasm really gets on my nerves, Scratch! How would you feel if I torched your snarky nature RIGHT OUT OF YOU?! I can literally blast your ectoplasm to smithereens, and when I do I'LL PIN YOUR BEHIND ACROSS THE FRONT DOOR!"

As soon as her furious rage started over him, it immediately ceased as her eyes drooped and her head swayed in small circles. The fires Scratch saw fizzled out once Molly leaned back and released the pressure off of him before she leaned back against her bed. She held her head and appeared a bit dazed as the ghost took to the air again. She clearly had something going on, but other details eluded them.

"Okay, not going to lie, I never knew you had that in you." Scratch said while slightly astonished.

"Errrgh, I'm…sorry Scratch." Molly responded while she held her head. "I'm cracking up…in more ways than one. Please tell me…you have some bright idea."

Scratch sadly shook his head.

"Unfortunately, I just as clueless as you. At least…it only started increasing in frequency, right? I mean, you haven't gone through those shifts often these last few days!"

Molly instantly perked up and stared at Scratch with greatly contracted pupils. She bit her bottom lip and rubbed the back of her head uncontrollably while her ghost friend caught on rather quickly. She spelled guilt all over, and even if she tried to hide it such attempts wouldn't last long. Molly pretty much acted like an open book twenty four seven.

Scratch slapped his face and frowned soon after.

"I walked right into this, didn't I?"

Molly tepidly chuckled as the uneasiness settled in. Her smile mimicked her current mood while a few sweat drop fell down her forehead.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeell…"

---

Molly held her breath as she placed the finishing touches on her special cake. Nobody could reject a well made confection after all, so it seemed perfect to win the Ghost Council over with one of her own creations. Of course she read multiple cook books beforehand and learned a bit from the incident when Nancy possessed her, mostly second hand since she remained on the sidelines at the time, which helped contribute to her new creation. If kindness won't win them over alone, than a tall cake would definitely add some extra brownie points.

She just finished up on scattering clouds of sprinkles across the surface and stood back to see her finished product. Many likely thought of their works as labors of love and nothing terrible especially after a long time. When inspirations wielded weapons of pure creativity, one needed nothing further but their efforts and required tools. For someone like Molly, such swell pieces ultimately brought satisfactions of a job well done. No further tampering became necessary when the final product gleamed in the brightness of her joy. She poured her all into her craft and adored what she put together.

…if she actually felt that way.

Her mood changed and dipped down the more she looked at it. Her smile instantly flipped upside down and fires kindled behind her eyes. Her fists tightened while her teeth clenched as if she just went rabid. Even the Chairman's robe over her lightly singed from the burning flames underneath as she went up to her cake. Her temperature skyrocketed as smoke spurted from her nostrils.

She went full rage mode.

"No. NO! NOT LIKE THIS! HOW COULD I HAVE SCREWED UP THIS BADLY?! RRRRRAAAAAAAAAUUUUGH!"

Molly raised her fists upward and in one swift motion slammed them right down onto the cake which made it into charred mush. Batter and frosting flew everywhere as Molly became drenched in her mess. As soon as her temper flared though, it ended once her face ended up completely covered. She floated in silence for a few seconds before she glanced downward toward the ruined cake. She couldn't steer her attention away, and yet it came out of nowhere. Despite remaining very clueless about what she just went through, she sighed and prepared another recipe. No use crying over spilled milk…or frosting.

At least she sort of understood her title as Cake Crasher now.

---

Both Scratch and Molly cringed as the play continued on even though Libby wrote the script. Whether the lead girl's acting or the awkward choices for set pieces stirred them the wrong way, something about it brought certain disgust which left them bewildered behind certain choices. Of course, Scratch got the lead on a compromise and while her clunky acting left a lot to be desired at least everyone couldn't take their eyes off of her. Such strangeness attracted attention, which Molly and Scratch attested to, even when the circumstances aimed toward a different direction. Given their duties, the whole play could have ended up a complete disaster. While not Shakespeare levels of perfection, for a school play it did its job.

Eventually the play progressed into what Libby labeled as "calamity mixed with some sodium chloride" near the midway point. It involved the lead character as they suffered a tragic death at the hands of the main villain. The two watched as the second actor who played the villain stared down the lead and aimed a makeshift ray gun straight at her head with intimidation. As much as Scratch criticized the others and got them to work through his methods straight out of military school he had to admit the one actor in the villain getup performed pretty good. So far so good performance wise.

He kept his finger on the trigger as the lead, a girl named Georgie, gazed toward him like a deer in headlights which brought terrifying dread throughout the whole school theater. One more move and she would get it. The tension left everyone on the edges of their seats.

…and then Molly straight off burst into laughter and fell to the floor with tears in her eyes.

Scratch became stunned for a split second as he witnessed his best human friend have one of the biggest laughing fits he'd ever seen. He didn't even know what triggered it, but she wouldn't stop even for an instant. Her face turned bright red while streams of tears poured from her eyes, and she caused such a commotion that she diverted attention over to her whether by some of the actors or portions of the audience. In possibly one of the inappropriate times to crack up into pure laughter far beyond simple chuckles, giggles, and chortles, a majority of the onlookers stared dumbfounded at her outrageous behavior to the point where they refused to speak out against it. Molly pounded her fists into the floor and thrashed her legs into the air like someone just told her the funniest joke in existence, and it eventually left the play into a standstill limbo. She became the unintentional new star of the show.

"I…don't think Libby had comedy in mind…" Scratch said as he tried to pull Molly back up.

Molly's laughing fit reached a critical climax when she started to roll across the floorboards backstage while her echoing laughs continued. Other actors moved out of the way until she finally tripped over a loose rope close by. It triggered a domino effect where the largest sandbag on the set sagged and fell from the ceiling…right on Scratch. He eventually fell through a hole in the floorboards with the sandbag as Molly rolled straight into a nearby wall…where she stopped laughing right away. Her face changed back into its normal color while all of the tears and sweats from laughing so hard vanished into thin air. Her eyes shot wide open as she witnessed almost every pair of eyes aim directly at her. She got caught red handed.

"Uhhhhhh…" Molly stuttered. "Sorry…for the episode there! I'll…stay near the back if you need me! Heheheheheh…"

The stillness in the air became even more awkward as Molly hastily scrambled across the floor past the other actors until she rushed straight through a back door. Everyone else stared blankly for a few seconds at it as if they tried to compute what they just saw. Georgie had something in mind though.

"Maybe I played out those last few lines a bit too over the top…"

---

Molly put her keen hide and seek skills to the test the moment she landed inside Scratch's mind. Everything appeared similar yet incomprehensible the further she delved through each layer one by one. Scratch couldn't find the source of his bubbling ectoplasm on his own and needed his overjoyed bestie to serve as backup, much to her happiness. Because Scratch's mind consisted primarily of the McGee household but colorless she already had some familiarity with the area, although a few outliers left her with so many questions. The giant plush toys at certain portions left her enamored at the sight, yet also weirded out. Even so, she couldn't let her supernatural specter of a best friend down after everything they've went through together…plus Nancy.

At one point she wandered into Scratch's mental picture of the house's kitchen, which appeared pretty normal on the surface level…minus the lack of color. At least she managed to get away from the strange monkey in a business suit before she questioned it further, but she set her attention back on finding the problem within Scratch's mind. Quick glances through the cupboards revealed nothing of note other than some of Scratch's favorite foods like "Pain and Misery", so she quickly brought herself over to the refrigerator. At best her expectations set on yet another bunch of his favorites, but she still needed extra reassurance just in case. One could easily hide something important within the cold embraces of a storage containing whole foods.

She gripped the handle and pulled the door open only to shift gears and bolt backward soon after. It slammed shut as Molly plastered her back against the wall while she spread her arms out as if she tried to feel to a potential escape route. She yelped while her heart thumped through her chest as her limbs shook like she just emerged from a Minnesota winter. All sorts of colors fell from her face as the capillaries in her eyes pumped bright red across the white surfaces. Her entire body bolted to the spot as her hair stood on end. Goosebumps ran across her skin to the point where it appeared as if a million mosquitoes had her for dinner, although from all of her other symptoms it stood out as the mildest. Despite all of it though, Nancy still had her beat.

"The frigid air…SO COLD!"

Her body sluggishly sagged to the ground while her frantic eyes stared directly at the demon of a refrigerator. She breathing shortened considerably enough that she started to hyperventilate rapidly. From there she bound herself against her knees and held them tightly as she started to talk to herself.

"How could someone think so HEARTLESSLY to ever consider such a device? I could have ended up frozen solid if I lingered any further! It wanted to turn me into an ice cube, and I can't escape its thorough chills! I'm nothing but the next frozen caveman during the ice age! I don't deserve this! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

She couldn't take the pressure any more and dug her face into her knees as the smell of fear became too much for her to handle. Her arms refused to let go as she endless shuddering escalated to full blown rumbling. While she never shed any tears, just the mere feeling of the cold air sent her into a terrified frenzy. She seriously thought her end arrived early, and it likely would have stayed that way if the next few seconds never happened. As she thought she found herself at death's door…she clicked out of it as if it never happened. Molly brought her head out and glanced down at herself before she looked at the fridge. All of her symptoms disappeared, and she sat stunned for a few more moments before she got back on her feet. Just like other times, as soon as it started it ended.

She held her head for a few seconds before she shook it then headed off to another part of Scratch's mind.

---

From a dull appearing household to a giant soda bottle followed by a large skyscraper, Scratch's imagination remained interesting…but also pretty standard. Everyone had a walk on the weird side at some point, which included the often grumpy ghost, and when they searched hard enough they found something even they never expected. Scratch just so happened to maintain his share of strange in multiple fashions ever since Molly moved in, and the occurrences became even more crazy the moment they found a shrunken Nancy near Molly's shoes. He hadn't crossed paths with any of his "last straws" when it came to Molly or Nancy shenanigans, and he wanted to steer clear of them. He could deal with large buildings in his head, but not the times when he lost his sanity. As long as he found the problem in his mind the quicker he could make his leave. Some parts he definitely wanted to isolate from resurfacing.

He nearly dumped buckets of sweats as he climbed up the ladder next to the skyscraper. His mind restricted his flight which left him no other option, and already he felt like he lost a couple of pounds. In fairness, ghosts like him lacked any sort of weight behind them on account of their ethereal presences. Even so, he dawdled a bit too long to the point where Molly gained a slight lead over him.

"Geez! I got to lay off the meatballs!" Scratch thought. "Actually…make that the green beans."

The enormous drops of sweat almost completely blocked his field of vision to the point where he bonked his head on something as he climbed up. Other than a slight migraine though, he remained relatively unharmed as he shook himself a bit. Once he cleared his eyes he looked upward to see what he hit…and became completely dumbstruck. What appeared as a round medium sized wooden table set above him and seemingly hovered in front of the ladder like it just changed into a ghost itself. He squeezed around the bottom and brought himself above it, where he only divulged further into stupefied territory. His eyebrows raised while his mouth opened slightly ajar to the objects on the table and the outfit Molly suddenly wore. What appeared as a plate of common noodles with some long slices of bread on the side set in the center of the table while the tween donned a rather chic black and white striped shirt. A bright red beret stayed atop her head while small lines as if she drew a realistic mustache remained above her upper lip. Scratch never knew Molly as the type of person to wear such a getup, and yet his eyes didn't deceive him. Beyond his comprehension, she somehow managed to set up everything for…something straight from a land to the east.

As soon as Scratch appeared over the table, Molly sleazily smiled and narrowed her eyes in a manner Scratch wanted to forget. Miraculously, she held onto the ladder with one arm the whole time effortlessly.

"Mon cher Scratch…how I've yearned for your adoring presence. Let us enjoy zis moment togezer in harmony."

Her faux French accent combined with everything she set up stumped and unnerved Scratch even more. The bubbles on his head didn't help either.

"Mol? You…feeling okay?" Scratch asked.

The French outfitted Molly placed her head over the table before she placed lit candles on it next to the food.

"I've never felt better…ze moment I placed my eyes on you. Come now and settle down, for zese noodles won't eat zemselves. Have I ever mentioned zat I always need a compass because…I always get lost in your eyes…"

She slowly moved the plate of noodles closer to Scratch as the ghost remained silent for his own good. His eyes opened wider the moment he saw Molly place her elbows on the table while her rather seductive gaze shot up even more red flags everywhere.

"Errrrr, you know we still have to get to the top of this place? I'm kind of bubbling here." Scratch said.

"In due time mon amour, for we have an entire night to ourselves." Molly answered as she temptingly grabbed a noodle. "Why don't we make like puppies…and snack on opposite ends straight from ze movies?"

She placed one end of the noodle in her mouth and grabbed the other so she could place it in Scratch's. Almost immediately, Scratch smacked it away and backed up a little but it only prompted Molly to move in closer. Her romantic stature as she seductively moved her eyebrows in a slow wave kept Scratch planted on the spot, for he had no idea how to react to such a change of pace. She leaned over the table until she got up close and personal with the specter where she lightly cooed in his face. Scratch's breath shortened considerably as he ran over plenty of options and rushed for the perfect one, and yet Molly wouldn't let him leave. The awkwardness intensified considerably between the two, although only one enjoyed it.

"In zat case, let's wrap everyzing up wiz ze inevitable touch. Let me inject some life into your dead spirit like in ze novels. How about you please me and make us boz happy wiz…ze kiss?"

Scratch received a final warning the moment he saw Molly close her eyes and pucker up her lips. She provided some rather uncomfortable smooching sounds as she moved in toward the stunned phantom which ultimately pushed him to his limit. Her outfit, setup, and actions all lead to a conclusion he wanted no part of. He thought he had issues, but Molly clearly contained some as well. He never imagined her as someone of THAT nature, but even after a certain period plenty of facts evaded him about the young McGee. Still, even with all of her intentions laid out, he needed to break her heart to get everything back on track.

Her lips inched ever closer until she practically had them over his ectoplasm, but right before they made contact Scratch finally let it loose. While he'd rather not resort to such an action, when push came to shove he saw no other choice. Molly's face flapped to the side as her beret and table flew off to the side until they hit the ground below with a huge thud. In that time frame she somehow swapped back to her normal clothes while her fake mustache disappeared. Scratch left a rather nasty bright cherry against her cheek in the end, but even after all of it she never let go of the ladder. His hand throbbed yet never shattered, and he wanted the moment to remain as the only time he ever resorted to something of that caliber against his friend. Both sides suffered something in the moment.

Scratch shook his hand from the lingering pain while Molly shook her head back to the world around her. Her face hurt, and once she ran her fingers over the stricken part her senses kicked in.

"SCRATCH?! WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED?!" Molly exclaimed.

Scratch's eyes narrowed toward her.

"Well EXCUUUUUUUUSE me for not defending myself from a miss KISSY MCGEE! Did you have the hots for me or something?!"

"No! Of course not!" Molly said. "What made you think that?!"

"Well, the romantic table for one of them." Scratch listed as he counted across his fingers nonchalantly. "You also brought noodles, a fancy beret, a comically bad mustache, a horrible French accent, plus I think you put some type of cologne on from what I smelled…"

"Okay! Okay! I get it." Molly stated as she held her forehead from a slight headache. "Tensions may have been a bit heated since we came in here. Let's…just get to the top of this building and call it there."

"Agreed." Scratch replied as he watched Molly climb up further.

He followed soon after while a few bubbles atop his head obscured his vision for a few seconds. He shook them off, but still had one detail about Molly's strangeness stuck in his head.

"Since when did she learn French?!"

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Molly would have listed off even more times Scratch may not have known about, but he nearly hit his limit on tolerance. He didn't need to hear about more times Molly may have completely lost her mind, especially when learning about some for a second time hurt his head.

"Okay Molly! You don't need to go off on one of your life stories! I get it!"

Molly twiddled her thumbs a few times as some guilt dripped down her face.

"But I haven't gotten to the times when I inexplicably broke down crying terribly at the churro stand after the Ghost Council left, when I went insane like I just escaped an asylum after you left with that bullhorn, when I stayed intrigued by they colorless fireplace in your mind for countless minutes on end for seemingly no reason-"

"I GET IT!" Scratch interjected as her rubbed his head for comfort.

From there Molly instantly stopped her long explanations and back to the topic at hand. She spread herself against her bed and stared up to the ceiling in light sadness.

"Yeah, these constant shifts have only accelerated these past couple of days when they first started. I also thought of it as nothing but puberty at first, and then I remembered when they still happened when we swapped bodies. Maybe I should lay low for a bit until-"

Her words became interrupted again when both her and Scratch heard the doorbell ring below. Some indistinguishable banter followed soon after, but it only lasted a couple of seconds until some really frantic footsteps ran across the floors. Molly tilted her head up while Scratch backed up a little before the footsteps increased in volume. Soon after, the floor door to Molly's attic bedroom flew open as Molly's well known turtle lover best friend burst through like someone locked her up for centuries in a tower. Her head raced everywhere, which ruffled her long hair, until her frenzied expression set on both the girl and ghost. She distinctly had something on her mind from all of the signs.

"Molly! Scratch! We have a problem!"

Scratch kept his eyes on her for a few moments before he nonchalantly floated off toward one of the shelves while Molly reacted…differently. Almost instantly the moment she placed her eyes on Libby her face lit up as one of her adorable smiles glistened the surrounding area. Her pupils expanded while she placed her hands on her cheeks as she zipped on over toward her best friend. She imagined dozens of beautiful flowers around her and pink plastered behind while Libby stared at Molly in slight confusion. Molly's legs shuddered while some of her other limbs went numb. Libby unquestionably started something from her appearance in the bedroom.

Molly started first…although differently than her usual personality.

"No way. Libby, I've never noticed your…complete and utter CUTENESS! I need to PINCH THOSE CHEEKS NOW!"

Libby's eyes opened wide as Molly quickly brought her hands forward and grabbed her cheeks between two fingers. Molly then proceeded to do what she stated and pinched her best friend's cheeks like she just devolved into an infant. She ran her fingers all over Libby's face until Libby herself took a few steps back out of Molly's reach. The ecstatic tween kept her eyes fixated on her as the two separated into their own personal bubbles.

"Molly?! What has gotten into you?! I've come to discuss something related to Nancy, and you do…that?!"

"Awwwwww! Even the way you speak completely captures your adorableness!" Molly replied with large hearts in her eyes. "You deserve ALL of the loving hugs in the world!"

Molly slowly moved forward with her arms out in another attempt to snatch Libby for herself, but the other had different plans. Right as Molly would grab her by the shoulders, Libby acted first and did so instead. From there she vigorously shook her silly while she shouted straight into her face.

"MOLLY! WE HAVE ANOTHER NANCY SITUATION! WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR DISTRACTIONS!"

She spent a few seconds shaking Molly strongly back and forth with seriousness until she settled down a bit. Once she stopped Molly's head went limp and dipped forward before she held the side of her head. After a few extra seconds she slowly came to, although not in the most ideal of conditions. Her eyes stared off into space and stayed that way until she finally looked at Libby in the eyes again.

"Errrrgh… Oh, Libby! How, ummmm, nice of you to stop by! Everything going well?"

Libby stared down Molly's tepid smile as she kept her hands on her shoulders for safety.

"Not in the Nancy department, I'll tell you that! You didn't make the greatest first impression!"

Molly's mood shifted into a more startled one as the two girls eyed each other. As they exchanged looks, Scratch appeared next to them holding a jelly jar with a particular label on the front. The two girls brought their attention over to him as the ghost smugly smiled at Molly and shook the jar which made it rattle a little. Once Molly read the label her face went straight before her deeply sighed and rummaged through her pockets. She pulled out a quarter and placed it in the jar which Scratch greatly appreciated. Even though he never wanted to become a gambler he surely capitalized on the situations since.

"As much as I don't want to tear my hair out, at least I'm getting something from all of it. Thanks midget!" Scratch thought as he put the jar away.

Libby didn't budge.

"If you two have introductions out of the way, can I finally get to the whole Nancy business?"

"Like what we hear on a daily basis? Yeah, then go for it before I stop caring." Scratch responded.

Molly shot Scratch a dirty look before she personally answered Libby.

"Excuse my spectral buddy, for he still doesn't like all of the running around we do. Anyway, what about Nancy? Didn't you agree to watch over her for a few days?"

"Yes, I did." Libby said. "She even seemed to have cooperated every time I spoke with her! I would have loved for it to have stayed that way, but once I got a better picture of her I saw…THIS!"

Without any hesitation whatsoever, Libby reached out and opened one of her hands which revealed the tiny girl underneath. Molly and Scratch leaned in for a closer look, and once they saw Nancy's emotionless face they reeled back. The tiny speck of a girl sagged in Libby's palm and cared less about the presence of others greatly bigger than her. They really only needed the one sign to pinpoint what happened.

"Nancy…separated from her body again?!" Molly exclaimed in astonishment.

"Life is empty…" Nancy's body stated as she blankly fell backward onto Libby's skin.

Even Scratch ended up taken aback slightly by the revelation, for he expected something more common than Nancy becoming a wraith again.

"Well, uhhhhh, at least I'm not one to blame for it, right?"

"Not the time Scratch. Not the time." Libby stated.

"Hey! I'm not the one with constant butterfingers for the midget, okay?!"

"Okay! Okay!" Molly said. "Let's just get back to the missing Nancy situation before I start to…freak out more under the hood."

As much as Molly's tried to uphold her smile before Scratch and Libby, one needed no magnifying glass to see a few cracks. One of her eyes twitched uncontrollably while one of her shoes continuously scraped the floor like she kept something bottled up. After all of her spontaneous outbursts of various emotions to see some suppression indicated that she still had some of her normal personality in her noggin. She cared for Nancy after all and if something went wrong she did everything in her power to make it right even with the bare amount of information available.

Both Scratch and Libby glanced at her for a few moments before they got back on track.

"Ohhhhhhhhkay then." Libby said in slight bewilderment. "First things first. You didn't split her before you gave her to me, right?"

"No, I…don't think so." Molly replied. "We likely would have known about it if it happened."

"Well…except with that crazy doll loving ghost." Scratch added. "I still haven't forgotten when you nearly destroyed the Ghost World at the time."

"Oh, uhhhhhhh, right." Molly said. "I'm…still rather queasy about that."

"And I almost ended up at the bottom of your ghostly gut." Scratch added again as he crossed his arms. "Gee, the things I do for ya Mol…"

"Okay! Okay! So we can rule out those possibilities." Libby said. "Maybe another ghost split her then? She could have found herself in the Ghost World again."

"Yeah, I don't think so." Scratch said. "We haven't revealed the midget to anyone else since Emmie and Ollie, and after the fiasco in the Ghost World I'm wouldn't find myself surprised if anyone else on the undead side remained cautious about what they bring with them back from the world of the living. Heck, other than the doll loving ghost, nobody knows the true happenings of what lead up to all of the pandemonium!"

"Sooooooo…I guess we'll rule that out then." Libby replied. "Any other bright…huh?"

The conversation temporarily halted the moment Libby felt something near her back. She stood up straight for a few moments before she turned around and noticed Molly with her head firmly embedded into her long hair. Scratch and Libby had their eyes wider than usual as the young McGee's behavior crept into more odd territory. No overjoyed expression yet, only replacements they've only seen sparingly…or never at all. In all, they've never seen the particular side of Molly before.

They heard Molly's muffled speech through her best friend's hair.

"Wow! You can really fit a whole jungle in here! Ooh, this strand shows a very shiny sheen! Am I seeing a freckle in this spot? Not a single flake of dandruff in sight!"

"Uhhhhhh, Molly?" Libby asked while a little weirded out.

Scratch spoke up for his joyous roommate.

"Ignore it. She's had these stupid mood swings for days now. Does this happen with puberty or something? I wouldn't usually ask this, but I'm on the brink at this point from those antics!"

From there Molly came even closer to Libby as she practically had her entire face enveloped in her hair. She gripped her shoulders tightly which caused Libby to briefly shriek.

"I'll call this spot Frank because, to be 'frank', I find it the most fascinating! Hey Libby, you may want to scrub over here next time! Commodore Longhair has a few patches of dirt on him and he needs cleanliness STAT! Fire up the shampoo for the battalion ahead! Heeheeheeheehee!"

After such a set of statements from Molly, Libby had enough and tried to pull her away only. Unfortunately for her, Molly's grip over her shoulders provided enough wiggle room to stay planted as she moved like she purposefully made herself stuck. No matter how much Libby tugged at her, Molly wouldn't budge. Her irritation levels slowly increased, and from there she understood why Scratch felt the way he did about the shifts. Molly changed in some form or another.

After all of the failed attempts, Libby turned over to Scratch.

"To answer your question, I've personally never heard of such a status when girls get older. Even if I did though, I'm certain it wouldn't occur THIS frequently."

While it seemed like Molly would have continued at it for at least a few more minutes, after Libby spoke she suddenly pulled her head out of her hair and coughed up clumps from her mouth. She stood dazed for a few seconds as Scratch and Libby looked at her strangely, which prompted a lukewarm response.

"Uhhhhhhhh, well…" Molly stammered. "I…didn't see Nancy in there! No need to scan over every inch of your head because, errrrrrrr, you won't find her there! Hahahahahah!"

The mood in the room went stagnant as Molly showed more and more cracks in her personality. The frequency of her mood swings increased as the days progressed, but at least they concluded puberty maintained innocence in the conundrum. Her guilty smile didn't help her case and only contrasted against it. She had problems just like the missing Nancy situation.

"Mol…you've clearly lost your mind." Scratch said.

"Hey! I don't know WHY these began in the first place!" Molly responded. "They only started a couple of days ago!"

As the two conversed with each other, Libby stayed quiet so she could think to herself. She focused more on the turmoils of the missing Nancy more than Molly's mood swings, but she kept it in the back of her head just in case. If Nancy didn't get dragged into the Ghost World like last time she could have found herself in another unfamiliar territory. She ruled out the possibility of her wandering off on her own since she left her body behind and couldn't conjure up ghost portals on her own to split herself. Besides, Molly and Scratch became her best bet at reversing her shrinkage since the unfortunate accident and she made herself clear multiple times that she wanted it back more than anything. Common places stood out as unlikely, the Ghost World remained out of the question, and she likely wouldn't have left on her own accord. Libby still required more information.

Libby interjected the two as Molly and Scratch continued to talk about Molly's unstable emotional state.

"Pardon my intrusion, but has anything strange happened to Nancy since you two took her in?" Libby asked.

Scratch's eyes went halfway open.

"You mean like almost every single day?" Scratch unconditionally said.

"Yes, well, almost." Libby said. "Did she talk about anything or had anything in particular stood out to either of you?"

"Other than the insanity I'm still screaming in my head about, then no." Scratch replied.

To prove his point, Scratch leaned forward and lightly unscrewed the top of his head like a candy jar. In one small tug, the top completely came off and revealed his brain underneath which instantly let loose a humorous high pitched scream throughout the entire room. It continued for a few more moments before he hastily screwed his head back on, and the two girls could still hear it screaming as he did so. Scratch still hadn't adapted to the craziness since Nancy shrunk, and it likely would stay that way for a long time.

Molly and Libby appeared slightly startled by his "brainy" showcase, but the topic stayed on track for the most part.

"Well, uhhhhhh, how about you Molly? Have anything in mind?" Libby asked.

"Ummmm…" Molly said as she thought for a moment. "If I remember correctly…she changed into me at one point during that large flower escapade, and I can't forget the time when my ghostly spirit consumed her which almost destroyed the Ghost World. Other than those two incidents…I've got nothing."

"So nothing else weird happened to her since?" Libby said. "I sort of find that hard to believe, especially since I've experienced some first hand."

Molly dug into her head a bit deeper until she snagged something.

"Oh! I almost forgot! She talked about the time when she experienced everything through my senses when I went to the Ghost World to rescue Scratch…as if she took my place."

Her final statement raised Libby's eyebrows.

"Really? That actually happened?!"

"I wouldn't lie to you Libby, and I don't think Nancy would either." Molly responded. "She said she could only experience everything during that time while I performed everything. It only lasted until I rejoined with my body when she gained consciousness."

"Ohhhhhhkay." Libby said with some uncertainty. "You haven't separated from yourself into a wraith again recently, right?"

Molly's pupils slightly contracted before she glanced over to Scratch, who also locked eyes with Molly in a similar fashion. They knew the answer to Libby's question even though they didn't want to admit it. They went through such an act to help each other though, so it sounded perfectly safe since they complemented each other well. If any sort of side effect emerged from such a switch they likely would have known about it…but they never expected the third part of their innermost triangle. The possibility stirred between everyone in the room, and already it worried two out of the three.

The two wanted to keep their mouths shut, but only one carried a padlock for the extra insurance. The other pretty much never stood a chance and evidently felt some stress hives forming across her skin. She pretty much crumbled under pressure immediately.

"Uhhhhhh…" Molly said. "You see…me and Scratch sort of…"

"Sort of what?" Libby asked.

From there, Molly finally had enough.

"Okay! Okay! We swapped bodies! I let Scratch take over my body while I became a wraith again so we could handle our current problems! How do you think I did so well managing that play of yours?!"

Molly nearly exhausted herself from telling Libby the truth and required a few deep breaths to calm down. Scratch twiddled his fingers while he looked away for his own comfort since he wanted to keep his mouth shut for as long as possible. As for Libby, she couldn't believe her ears. She kept her eyes on both of them and narrowed them as if she needed more details. Pretty much everyone reacted different, but one came out on top.

"So the entire time I thought you did well in leading the production of my play…it was all Scratch?" Libby said in disbelief. "That sort of explains why you cast Georgie into the lead role at the last minute."

Scratch finally broke his silence.

"Hey! We reached an agreement and went with it! At least the play went off without a hitch!"

"…until Molly ruined it." Libby said as she turned her lethal gaze over to her.

Molly dropped sweat by the bucket loads and tugged at her shirt collar a few time while her guilty smile spelled all.

"Uhhhh…I sort of never expected such a random mood shift, heheheheheh…"

"Yet you attracted all of the attention at the end…and a heavy sandbag to my head." Scratch stated. "You literally stole the show at the last moment."

"Way to rub it in, Scratch." Molly said as she shot a mean leer at him.

"As much as I'm miffed about your unintended showstopping number we sort of have a more pressing matter to address." Libby said. "I can tell just from hearing you two that you swapped back before the show started."

Scratch lightly nodded.

"We handled each other's problems and settled everything there. Mission accomplished! You don't need to think too much about it."

"Well, I sort of do." Libby responded. "If everything aligned in the same way again, Nancy should have went along for the ride with Molly when she split and arrived back when she rejoined with her body."

"Sounds…about right." Molly said.

"Then WHY does this exist?!"

Libby pointed to the drained body in her hand of the tiny girl as she slumped lifelessly from her lack of a soul. She drooled and stared into space while she never reacted to anyone around her.

"I stared into the void…and it stared back." Nancy's body stated in the most deadpan tone imaginable.

The other three struggled at first to come up with a definitive answer. While true that Nancy ended up dragged into Molly's senses, when she reunited with her body after she rescued Scratch the tiny girl also came back to the land of the living. By that idea after Molly and Scratched body swapped she should have also arrived back…but the husk of Nancy's body told otherwise. Nothing should have realistically gone wrong, and yet something did.

"I…really don't know." Molly said. "You made a lot of good points there Libby, but I can't think of a reason behind these circumstances. By your accord and the incident before she should have come back by now. If anything, she could have found herself as a wraith somewhere else!"

"I've already concluded on that." Libby said. "Where though? I'm trying my hardest to pinpoint a potential location, but I'm thinking so hard to the point where my head hurts!"

"Get some aspirin or something. That always works wonders…except on ghosts since I'm already dead." Scratch said.

"Can't we just settle down and not suffer migraines as we think hard about where…Nancy…could…"

Molly trailed off as someone shined a light on the one place they overlooked, and it should have stood out to them initially as they glossed over certain facts. All of the remarks about how their heads ached and their trouble thinking all reared back to the initial incident. Nancy experienced everything Molly's ectoplasmic body went through when she went into the Ghost World to rescue him and arrived back when she reunited with her body. When Molly split again and body swapped with Scratch she likely brought Nancy into her senses once again when it happened, although results differed than the last time. If something extra added into the equation, possibly due to the different circumstances that surrounded the separation the second time, she may have never escaped her imprisonment. While they lacked insight as to why, they knew something changed if only Nancy's body stayed behind even after Molly and Scratch swapped back. To them, it became highly likely that she hadn't fully separated from Molly.

Molly almost struggled to get the words out.

"You…you mean Nancy…might…"

Libby's nervousness rubbed off onto everyone else, yet she still lead the investigation. As such, she finally broke the ice.

"I'm highly positive. It would explain your constant mood swings as if she sent messages about her current whereabouts. She could very likely still share your senses right now all tucked away in there."

Scratch's eyes opened slightly wider.

"Whoa. So the midget potentially stayed stuck in Molly's head the entire time? I thought MY mind had issues!"

Molly's panic slowly escalated the more she heard about Nancy's unfortunate fate.

"Oh no… I…I never meant for this! If I'd known body swapping affected Nancy to that extreme…I wouldn't have instantly resorted to it! Now she might stay trapped inside my head-"

"Easy Molly! None of us could have predicted the occurrence!" Libby interjected. "We still have plenty to learn about the strangeness around her shrinkage, and I'm with you all of the way. In fact, she may have listened in through you the whole time and I'm certain she would feel a lot better knowing we finally know about her whereabouts."

Libby's kind words lessened some of the intense anxiety throughout the room, and even though Molly usually ended up as the one to deescalate situations her large circle of friends always had her back when she needed it. She helped so much throughout Brighton and they returned the favor like one big happy family, although a few still resented her like Nancy and Katrina. She desired to fix the issues, but for now she enjoyed her time as a welcome addition to the Brighton community. Even Molly needed support despite her near endless amount of joy.

Molly's light frown soon flipped around into one of her trademark smiles.

"Thanks Libby. I'm happy to have a friend like you in these times of strangeness."

"No problem Molly! Friends make lives better, even for overly happy ones like you." Libby said in support.

Molly then watched as Libby went up right in front of her face, opened her eyes wide, and waved her hands around slowly. At first she had no idea what she thought of, but it all came back to her once she spoke in a fashion akin to if aliens landed on Earth.

"If you can hear me Nancy, we'll find a way to get you out. Just stay put for a bit longer!"

From there Scratch broke his silence once again.

"And I thought I lost a million brain cells…and I don't have a body anymore!"

"Nancy shares all of Molly's senses while stuck in her head Scratch." Libby lightly sternly explained. "Even though she can't respond while in there, she deserves to know about our current plans to pull her out."

"Oh, right! My awareness becomes her awareness when she…gets forced into my head." Molly said while slightly weirded out near the end. "This…might take some getting used to."

Before the two girls knew what hit them, Scratch suddenly floats up in front of Molly and stares at her square in the eyes. His intentions became clear soon after.

"Hey, midget! You just have to make my afterlife THAT much harder, don't ya?! Well, I hope you enjoyed our little escapade through my mind because now we have to go through Molly's just to save your sorry behind! Do you want to drive me to insanity or something?! I can barely stand all of your stupid shenanigans your shrunken status has brought ever since-"

Before he could continue his seemingly endless rant about all of the turmoils against his saneness since she shrunk, Molly quickly pushed him back after he literally shouted in front of her face to reach the girl trapped inside her head.

"Okay! Okay! We get it Scratch!" Molly exclaimed. "Can't we just focus on getting Nancy out so you don't have to use me as a proxy? I think she already understands!"

"But I didn't get to the part about her creepy friend and her constant distress signals! Surely you could at least give me that!" Scratch crossly responded.

"We don't have time!" Molly said. "Nancy needs to get out of my head now!"

"I concur!" Libby added before she switched topics a bit. "Wait, what did you say about heading into Scratch's mind earlier?"

"Don't think about it too much Libby." Scratch answered. "Just watch while I do my thing where the Chairman magic happens."

The two girls stood by as Scratch cracked his fingers a few times and prepared to conjure up something only the Chairman of the Ghost World could do. He seemed to start up perfectly fine and even brought out the infamous black robe to wear, but right before he could say the magic words Molly instantly collapsed forward onto him. She pinned him to the floorboards which took the other two by surprise, which irritated Scratch.

"Mol! I'm trying to summon a portal here!" Scratch exclaimed. "What do you want at a time like this?!"

"Ehhhhh…some nice relaxation time."

Molly's limbs wiggled like someone filled them with jelly as Scratch slipped out from under her. She remained on the floor for a bit before she tilted her head back and smiled silly all over. As Scratch brushed himself off, Molly crawled on over to her large beanbag chair and sat right in it while her limbs swayed in the air. Her eyes remained halfway open while her back slouched deep into the cushion behind her. Yet more weirdness occurred in the McGee household.

Libby stared her down pretty seriously.

"Molly?! What the heck are you doing?!"

"What does it look like? I'm enjoying some nice calm time to myself." Molly replied. "My cozy bottom deserves moments like this. Ohhhhhh, so soothing…"

Her eyes nearly went their separate as her mouth hung agape for a few seconds.

"We don't have time! Nancy needs our help!"

"Mmmmmph, she can…wait for thirty minutes…or a couple of hours…while I enjoy myself…"

At that moment they knew the rather joyful girl completely left for someone else after yet another mood shift. Her whole body went completely limp as pure bliss wafted through the air for her to the point she refused to move much. Scratch in particular understood the particular feeling from her face alone, and he never knew she had it in her. At points he became jealous of her choice of actions, but instead something else took control instead. He became the one in the household to uphold the title of "lazy", but Molly heavily contested such a status in only a few short seconds. Suffice to say, she had him beat.

…yet he still cornily teared up in awe at her display.

"All this time I've never met such a perfect match. Why haven't I seen this side of you…until now?! I could have warmed up to you quicker if you just showed me…such splendor! I shall-"

"Scratch!" Libby exclaimed.

His happy place came to a screeching halt once she interjected him.

"Okay! Okay! Sheesh! Even when I finally encounter a personality of my dreams I still can't catch a break?!"

"Not when we have a shrunken girl trapped inside Molly's head on the line!"

Scratch groaned for a few moments before he prepared himself once again. Libby placed Nancy's inactive body on Molly's shelf while Molly herself stayed embedded in her beanbag chair all bundled up. From there Scratch brought out his special Chairman robe and placed it over his shapeless ectoplasm. Only when he donned the garment of spectral proportions could he harness the abilities of the highest authority of the Ghost World even though he sometimes misused them to his own benefits. Even certain rare curses only maintained availability if the Chairman wielded them, and Scratch still needed to learn about most of them. He made extra sure to keep them for his eyes only, although Molly sneaked a couple of peeks while Scratch kept his attention somewhere else. Even as the most powerful entity of the undead, his often laid back personality never changed. He became the most flexible Chairman ever since he usurped the old one, and for the most part the Ghost World changed for the better under his control.

He breathed deeply a few times before he stood up stiffly and powerfully which warped the scenery around him.

"As Chairman of the Ghost World, I command a portal into Molly's mind! With access to the depths, answers we shall find!

From there the effects of Scratch's words came into existence. A gust of wind spiraled and swirled throughout the room while small electric bolts formed before them. A large tear seemingly sliced through reality and slowly opened through the rushing winds. Once it fully appeared a huge pink vortex stayed behind and left a tunnel into the place Scratch set as the final destination. Already some very cheery warmth spewed from the hole as the remnants of Molly's endless joy dripped out. Despite the rather scary showstopper, in the end the powers of the Ghost World's Chairman did their job. One step into the void and anyone would find themselves in the land of everything Molly McGee.

Libby nearly staggered backwards after what she saw.

"Geez, Scratch! You could have made me lose a ligament back there!"

Scratch put his Chairman robe away before he addressed her.

"You'll lose them anyway once you perish so you might as well get used to it. Besides, I'm still getting used to these crazy Chairman abilities myself."

"Ah, such a soft breeze. If you could…I would love the extra comfort."

Molly continued to lay in her beanbag chair all tuckered out and relaxed as though she found herself on a bright beach under the sun. She cared less about the problems occurring and just tossed responsibility to the side for the sake of her own alone time, which sound more ANTI Molly to the other two. Scratch internally wanted to sit in a chair next to her and forget all of the turmoils too, but since she already summoned a portal into her head it pretty much took all of his attention. The mood shifted Molly easily related to Scratch's typical personality, which he absolutely adored more than anything but couldn't focus on.

Libby didn't fall for the act though.

"Come on Molly! We've got to get Nancy back! You promised!"

Molly yawned while an expression of deep satisfaction plastered across her face. The chair really kept her in check.

"Nope. Don't feel like it."

Libby's disbelief went off the charts upon hearing the response. Molly always desired to help others in need because it brought joy across their faces from a job well done. She even got her hands dirty with animal and garbage work around Brighton despite her displeasure of intense stink. Her priorities stuck to others and not herself when she heard their calls, and she earned the respect of nearly everyone in the small town from her joyous helping. When she spouted out the dreaded words an impostor kicked her to the curb and put on its best Molly act to terrible results. The girl who once existed as the gleeful helper became nothing but a lazy slouch and a shadow of her former self.

The personality switches needed to stop.

"But…but Molly!" Libby responded in slight desperation. "Nancy…she needs you more than anyone! Remember?"

"She can handle herself while I have some time to myself." Molly replied. "Ooooooh, I just sagged into the soft spot…"

Molly's satisfaction reached new heights as she dangled her limbs and suspended her head to the side as if her entire body became gelatinous. Her dumb smile combined with her goofy spread eyes indicated she truly wanted to stay put at least for a couple of days to herself. Both Libby and Scratch failed to see the girl they once knew stuck in the beanbag chair, although one of them held back the incredible urge to join her. One wanted the certain personality gone, while another heavily desired to keep it.

"Why couldn't I have witnessed this side of Molly sooner?! You could have met your perfect match to the point where you wouldn't have needed to curse yourself in the-"

"Molly, snap out of it!"

Libby's exclamation snapped one of them back to reality, but not her intended target. No matter what anyone said though, Molly stayed bolted on the spot. Her new mood swing left her as basically the human version of Scratch, and nothing brought her out of it. From that point, Scratch already determined her as a lost cause for now and floated on over to the portal as it waned a bit. It couldn't stay open forever, but he still required someone else for backup like when he went through his own mind. They needed to get into Molly's mind as soon as possible.

"Hey Libby! You coming or what?!" Scratch shouted.

As the delusional Molly alienated herself from the others in pure ignorance, Libby temporarily faced him.

"But…but Molly won't-"

"Do you really think she has it in her right now?!"

One glance over to the laid back tween perfectly exemplified what Scratch meant. After so much meddling in her head she became a shell of her former self. The last couple of days shifted her attitude all over the place to where nothing remained recognizable. As much as Molly cared for Nancy deep down, her mentality took a hit and brought her normal upbeat personality with it. She ended up sidelined by Nancy's intrusion into her head.

Libby felt incredibly sad to see Molly unwilling to help the one she stated multiple times she would continuously watch, but her condition made her lose herself completely.

"I…really feel terrible to leave her behind like I'm just outright replacing her." Libby said. "If only I still saw the friend I adored behind those eyes. Still…I care for Nancy too. While my efficiency may not hang around Molly's numbers, I can't let you do this alone Scratch."

"Alright then. Nice to see you step in!" Scratch responded as the two headed up to the portal.

The winds died down some as they approached, but its time stayed open diminished by the second as it continued to wane and contract. It unnerved Libby a bit, but left Scratch unaffected.

"So, you going in first or me?"

Libby perked up a little once she heard that.

"What? What do you mean by that?"

Scratch's expression went straight.

"The midget can't get out herself you know. Why do you think I created the portal in the first place?"

"Uhhhhhhh…" Libby stuttered while she fidgeted with her fingers. "I was thinking more so we would…fish her out?"

"Yeah, that won't work, sweet cheeks." Scratch said. "I just finished doing the exact same thing with Molly, and if I can do it then so can you. We go in, grab the midget, then get out. You in or not?"

For such a prodigy of her class, she easily overlooked the rather obvious when it came to the supernatural. She thoroughly expected to just send in some type of object to snatch Nancy, so it came as a surprise to her once she heard the truth about the matter. She wanted to avoid going in because the mind contains basically everything about a person, including private details never meant for anyone else. While she wanted to learn more about her best friend Molly, a trip into her head never stood out as a potential answer. If she contained anything private Libby wanted to respect it, as she likely would have done the same for her.

…and Nancy likely felt the same way.

The tiny girl found herself dragged into the depths of Molly's mind against her will, but unlike anyone normal sized she couldn't fend for herself. She already expressed multiple times about how she wanted to act on her own again instead of a princess perpetually stuck inside of a castle. Her minuscule size costed her a majority of her ideals until she returned back to normal, and such a fact shook Libby to the core. Molly stepped in because of it plus many more and she went through all of it with her infamous smile across her face. She may not have a personality like Molly's, but she still took on problems in her own unique way. If her best friend handled everything up to this point without breaking a sweat…

She breathed in deeply through her nose and calmed herself a little before she finally answered.

"I'll do whatever it takes to get her out. Let's do it."

"Took ya long enough." Scratch said before he faced the portal.

"You seem…eerily compliant for once." Libby added. "I never knew you felt this way before."

"I usually don't." Scratch answered. "As much as I want to ignore this, it pretty much comes with the package of Molly and the midget. Besides, my brain's screaming may have started to cloud my judgments for now."

Libby watched as Scratch's brain etched out a bit from his head and verbalized the loud cheesy scream from before. After a few seconds it faded back into his head, which gave Libby chills, before they stepped forward toward the vortex in front of them.

"From one mind to another, psychologists WISH they were me." Scratch thought.

One more step later, Libby and Scratch vanished inside. When they would appear on the other end, their presences existed into the realm of Molly mind. As the portal vanished with them, Nancy's body and Molly watched from the sidelines and reacted minimally. The shrunken one fell to the side and hit her head against the wood while Molly sagged deeper into her beanbag chair.

"You should really hold your weight back for the most…comfy of positions." Molly said to Nancy's body. "Ohhhhhh, I never want…to leave this spot…"

"Life…is emptiness." Nancy's body stated as she drooled drearily.

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Nancy's distress rebounded most words out of her hearing. She didn't even pay too much attention to all of the Molly copies around her with their fancy unicorns. Since anything goes in Molly's mind the perfect steed for such a shrunken ghost girl became trivial. It's size also matched hers which made it perfect for her to ride, and it even hovered above the ground so it didn't have to run against the normal sized unicorns. If it did it likely would have ended up crushed within the starting seconds, and yet Nancy never paid too much attention. The words Molly on the outside said to Scratch earlier resonated through her and left her in complete and utter shambles. They never maintained such a powerful punch either, yet something about them stuck to her and refused to let go. No matter how many times the Mollys asked if her mood dipped negatively, she always answered that she was okay despite the signs all over her face. Not a single care in the world held the power to change her series of thoughts at the moment. Even as the Mollys fitted her for the unicorn race, she spelled complete ruin.

Everyone soon set themselves near the outskirts of the Mollyfied Brighton. Various Molly dotted themselves around the starting lines with their personal unicorns, and each one acted similar to their handlers. Nancy's seemed like the only one whose personality differed to her, although the tiny girl paid very little attention to it in the first place. Crowds filled on the sidelines of other Mollys, living plush dolls, to even certain animals with huge adorable eyes. Over all of the spectators though stood the largest Molly of all and her signature smile as she watched all of the smaller ones take to the stands. The ones near the starting line wore sturdy helmets fit for Molly's reality bending mind, which basically meant hundreds of pink hearts, flowers, rainbows, and the occasional smiling sun. Nancy ended up given one too and it fit her squishy head perfectly despite a few annoying itches. Because of her size, no one other than her could have set it neatly on her cranium. If all of her thoughts never ended up sidelined by the outside Molly's words she'd likely have some nervousness built up as her unicorn hovered up to the starting line. Time for an exhilarating day at the unicorn races.

"Nancy? Hey Nancy? You sure you feel okay?"

Her sadness halted for a few moments as someone spoke to her. Her face went up before she looked to her right and saw the huge face of a Molly copy as she stared her down. Even the unicorn she currently rode stirred and turned its head to the dipped face of the tiny one. Nancy took a couple of deep breaths just in case.

"Ummmm, yeah. I'm…I'm doing okay." Nancy stuttered as she gripped her unicorn.

"Oh, good." the Molly copy responded. "You've never ridden a unicorn before, but it looks like you've got the hang of it for the most part."

"I'm…still not too sure…about this…" Nancy said as she shuddered her ectoplasm.

"Relax Nancy! You'll do fine!" Molly responded. "Just keep it together until everything starts, okay?"

Nancy mustered up a very light nod which caused the Molly copy to walk away. The unicorn under her snorted and neighed happily as it stared at Nancy with its cute big eyes. The ghost girl didn't exactly fall for it and just sat on the saddle while she waited for the inevitable send off. The sooner the race started the sooner it ended, and Nancy definitely needed some time to herself. Molly's mind ironically gave her a massive headache from all of the imagery of her likeness, and she still felt incredibly down from earlier. As long as she finished regardless of position, she'll finally learn how to exit out of all the sugar and spice.

Luckily she wouldn't have to wait long. The audiences on the sidelines erupted with cheers as a certain Molly stepped in front of the starting line with a piece of paper in her hand. First impressions maintained a certain amount of importance for introductions, and what Nancy saw told her that the one Molly copy wanted to especially not do her job. Her eyes drooped and bags set under them like she went for days without sleep. While not on par with how her body appeared when she split from it to become a wraith, she came up close second.

She spoke in the most dispiriting tone Nancy ever heard from Molly's own voice.

"Well, we've come to this type of moment again. I see everyone has their game faces on and wants to get everything started, but like always I need to make sure nobody ended up tardy. The meaninglessness atrophied my attitude, so I'll take my time just to read between the useless-"

"Hey! Who let you in here?!

Right before the one Molly could finish her words, another rather upbeat Molly arrived and shoved the other out of the way. The one Molly beforehand hit the mud face first but didn't seem to care as she got back up and limped slowly away. She received a thorough glare from the other Molly before the new one took over.

"Heheheheh. Sorry about that, for I let my sights slip away for a split second! Anyways, I'd love to welcome everyone to the next annual special unicorn race! I know everyone feels excited because, well, we're all the same person!"

Everyone around her cheered with praise as the unicorns reared up for a difficult challenge ahead. As the announcer Molly ran through the list she snatched from the party crasher, one Molly in the crowd watched in slight confusion.

"I paid ten dollars for this? I thought I would see more pizzazz!"

A Molly next to her cocked an eyebrow toward her.

"Uhhhhh, you know they don't charge admission for this, right?"

"But I heard they did!" the other Molly said.

As they continued to exchange words, a rather blatant sly appearing Molly showed up in the background and flashed the money to herself before she ran off in an over the top comical fashion straight out of a Saturday morning cartoon. Nobody knew what hit them, but they heard some crazily cheesy evil laughter behind an enclosure of trees.

As that happened, the Molly up front ran her fingers over the last few contestants on the list.

"Okay, I think I have mostly everyone here. I'll just go over these final names for extra caution."

Everyone watched as she swayed her feet and kept her eyes glued to the words.

"So next up…Sweet Tooth Molly?"

She got her answer when large puddle of slobber fell on her head. Her disgust became rather obvious as she glanced up and saw the respective Molly clone with an entire huge lollipop stuck in her mouth. Her unicorn likewise wore a mask where it munched on dozens of cupcakes, especially the licorice flavored ones. The two became so entrenched in their own "tasty trances" that they failed to notice the announcer Molly in front of them. A couple snaps of her fingers brought the rider and steed out of it.

"Ooph. Errrrrph, thorry abouth thath! I canth helth ith-"

"Say it, don't spray it!" the announcer Molly interjected as more slobber covered her face.

The sugar loving Molly did so…but she still poured buckets of saliva out of her mouth afterwards.

"Oh, uhhhhhh, sorry! I have an incredible soft spot for orange! I brought this personally and then the next thing I knew…I'm off to scrumptious sweet land!"

She immediately drenched the announcer Molly in more drool as she imagined even more tasty treats behind her dumb blank satisfied expression. The announcer Molly's frown dipped further down before she wiped herself off and walked away. She got what she wanted, but she still had more to go through. She escaped with buckets of saliva across her face.

"Ohhhhhkay then." the announcer Molly said before she ran off the next name. "Smug Molly?"

She received her eyeful when she looked over to the respective spot. Right there she noticed an incredibly dolled up displaying Molly copy in fabulous sparkling wear. Her bright vest glittered and sparkled intensive shines while her fancy purple boots swayed on the side of her unicorn. Her star shaped shades glistened and some long sky blue feathery scarf wrapped around her neck while she struck a million dollar pose. Her unicorn shared a similar style as it wore some dark fashionable shades and some gold grilles across its teeth like the next big pimp. Both of them had "bling" all over them like celebrities.

The Molly copy struck another amazing pose for the imaginary cameras while the announcer Molly went up to her.

"Uhhhh, Smug Molly?"

Her mouth went straight but she kept her star stricken gaze forward.

"That's not my name." the Molly copy said quickly with her back to the other Molly.

The announcer Molly deeply sighed and rolled her eyes before she pinched her forehead from the sheer incompetence before her.

"Ugh. Fine. 'Molly Wood Star'."

"Yeah, what about me?" Smug Molly asked as multiple flashes of some type of photography appeared for split seconds. She expressed different fabulous faces each time.

"You really should stop with the 'flash photography' before you incite a 'flash mob'." the announcer Molly said rather unenthusiastically.

Smug Molly perked up a little from the remark.

"Ooh! You think they would want a close up?"

"No, I don't mean-"

"I'll just give them some autographs and call it a day."

"No, no-"

"They would absolutely LOVE it especially from MEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Would you just-"

"I'll take whatever is behind door number 15!"

She continued her blind ignorance for the cameras while the announcer Molly stared into space from the complete stupidity on display. In the end she just shook her head while Smug Molly stayed in her own personal bubble away from the competition despite her participation. Not every Molly copy in her head maintained some level of average mood, especially some on the less sane side. Even the snobbish brats within Molly's personality missed the most obvious around them.

After the display of imaginary money and power, the announcer Molly went over the last entry on the list. Once she read it silently she groaned lightly.

"Finally, we have Absentminded Molly…who I'm pretty sure won't even make it to the starting line."

As she walked on over to the spot where the Molly copy should have stationed herself she noticed a piece of paper on the ground. Once she grabbed it and read what it contained she deeply sighed again. Nothing but three giant letters plastered over the front brought nothing but complete obvious disbelief across her face. Of course the one Molly not here would attempt such a stunt, but she couldn't hold it over completely. As much as she wanted to, the race must go on.

After she saw the letter, the announcer Molly tossed the paper to the ground and went back to her duties.

"Well, we have most of our contestants here at least! However, we have someone extremely special to make everything worth it for ALL of us! Please welcome the new breakout star racer from behind the starting line, NANCY!"

Nearly all of the Molly around her cheered with enormous praise while the tiny dot herself remained very drained of her typical timidness. The bombshell from earlier left a pit crew to pick up the pieces, and while they succeeded for the most part she still had some parts missing. Even so, she didn't like the spotlight and would have shied away from all of the applause if her presence never stirred the pot already. She became a celebrity overnight all within the confines of Molly's mind. Despite the support, she just wanted a way out more than anything.

"Errrrm, uhhhhh…" Nancy stuttered. "Hello…everyone."

She mustered up a light wave while her unicorn snorted heartily, which made the applause even louder.

"Yup! The girl from the outside will take part in this annual race!" the announcer Molly said. "Everyone should know the drill by now! Whoever makes it across all checkpoints then back here will win it all! We'll have Giant Molly from above to check out on every position and provide live commentary as usual!"

The audiences all gazed up at the tween colossus nearby as she waved lightly and smiled to all of the tiny ones below. With her gargantuan stature over every other Molly copy, she clearly had the power to watch over the contestants and rule out foul play in case it ever happened.

"Even with all of the safeguards in place, as everyone knows here…winning doesn't matter!" the announcer Molly said. "We do this to have FUN like everything else around here! Spreading joy provides all of the fun in the world and more joy equals more fun! Contestants, get in your starting positions!"

All of the participants brought their unicorns forward, although Nancy's tiny one floated up. They brought their horns forward and neighed while their riders focused, except for Nancy. She didn't care if she won or lost, because after the end of the race she would finally learned how to escape Molly's mind for good. All of the Molly copies coaxed her into staying long enough for her to feel antsy. As long as she followed the others and stayed on course she'll make it out in one piece. Time to finally start off and make way throughout the course laid out for her.

The spectators watched in anticipation as the announcer Molly brought out a wad of gum from her pocket.

"You know how we start these races everyone! When the bubble pops, well, THE RACE BEGINS!"

As strange of a custom Nancy saw from the starting line, she remembered that basically anything goes when it comes to Molly and her inner mental sanctum. She likely used it as a substitution for another method to start races, so she refused to question it even further. The tiny girl kept her eyes on the Molly copy as she tossed the gum in her mouth, and everyone else kept themselves tense. She chewed on it for a few seconds until she started off with a small bubble and blew it bigger over time. The unicorns dug their hooves into the dirt, expect for Nancy's, in preparation while everyone else held their breaths. The pink bubble expanded wider and bigger as the Molly copy blew more and more air inside until it equaled in size to her head. It shook and wiggled as it appeared about ready to burst, and all of the Mollys in the race gripped their unicorns tightly. Their eyes stayed laser focused on the bubble. One instant sound would start everything.

The Molly copy blew more and rounded out the bubble even more until the pink surface tightened further. She made it bigger…

…and bigger…

…and bigger…

The bubble shook uncontrollably…and hit its limit…

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…

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POP!

The racers took off over the horizon.

The announcer Molly wiped her face of the excess gum as the race finally started. Some of the unicorns already started to butt heads and behinds against each other from the fierce competition, which left Nancy almost caught in the crossfire for most of them. They kicked up dust and flapped their wings in an attempt to blind the others, must to the dismay of the ones on the receiving end. Sweet Tooth Molly munched on some excess gummy candy as her unicorn bopped another on the head., which Smug Molly took some excessive photo shooting while her eyes sparkled behind her shades. Even as all of the Mollys raced against each other they never diverted from their usual antics, which left Nancy as the odd one out in more ways than one. The ground remained rather nondescript with no deep slopes, but more treacherous terrains existed beyond the starting stretch. Even though Nancy used a unicorn that flew instead of ran due to her minuscule size, she never benefited from it due to all of the "horsing" around of the other racers. As the gum provided the signal, the competition heated up despite the race just starting.

Like the statements beforehand, Giant Molly became the eye in the sky and watched the action from above.

"And they've bolted from the starting gate! Nothing too crazy yet, but the beginning always levels the playing field until the more hazardous terrains appear! I'm seeing some action between a few Mollys, but nothing too rough as they approach the garden of giant sunflowers. While not the most difficult to navigate through, they must keep a keen eye forward to not run into any massive stems! From this first stretch, Smug Molly leads the pack by a very slight lead!"

The aforementioned Molly copy shined her exquisite sparkling smile to the imaginary cameras as the racers approached the massive garden. Her unicorn dashed in first followed by the others, and soon they realized what Giant Molly meant. The garden extended beyond their wildest dreams and massive sunflowers made up the "canopy" above which shielded the sun. Their leaves swayed gently in the breeze and left some of the Mollys struck in awe. The dirt provided decent racing ground as they swiveled and swerved around the gigantic stems, and while they saw no end in sight an exit became highly likely. While no giant insects or hazards became apparent from their first impressions, they still kept the ideas in the back of their heads. Nancy concluded that Molly's fascinations with the warm and happy manifested into such a sprawling area, although her past with Penny and the Giant Dazzling Man Eating Sunflower incident may have contributed in some fashion. No matter the cause of the whole place though, whoever got out first definitely had an advantage.

Nancy held firm of her unicorn and steered it around the huge green stems as best as she could. Sweet Tooth Molly even opened her mouth at one point and chomped down on one, which she immediately hurled out to a Molly copy behind her. As all of the action happened, Giant Molly continued commentating.

"Everyone reached the massive garden swimmingly! Nancy seems not the most nimble but she holds on rather strongly for her size! I can see why many consider her the fan… Oh, wow! Plastering Molly's unicorn Glue accidentally ran over a loose root! They've moved to the back of the pack as they lost more distance! Pick up the pace! GLUE IS FADING! I REPEAT, GLUE IS FADING!"

Most of the audience gasped at such an upset as the particular Molly copy fell to the lower positions, but she kept a decent pace with the others. One distinct Molly though who currently placed letters on an in progress cheering signboard probably took the news rather poorly as another dry one fell off.

"Way to rub it it." the Molly copy muttered as she brought out another "sticky" container.

As for Nancy, she steered rather frantically around a lot of the roots that quickly sprouted from the ground. To add insult to injury, dozens of humongous sunflower seeds dropped from above and left large craters once they landed. Some of the Mollys' unicorns lost traction and fell to the ground, including Smug Molly as she "basked in her glow", which brought them into lower positions. One such massive seed collapsed right above Nancy and her steed which prompted a rather desperate attempt to speed her unicorn up. Her ride got the message once it also glanced up and flapped its wings like the apocalypse occurred right behind them. It loomed ever closer as adrenaline pumped through both of them, and soon enough it hovered only a few inches above their heads. It appeared almost inevitable that they wouldn't make it, so they accelerated even more. The bottom of the seed scraped across Nancy's head right as the darkness caved in on them, but thanks to their speed the only repercussions came in the form of some thick dust clouds behind them. If she still had a heart Nancy likely would have felt it change into a blur as she and her unicorn barely dodged a premature end. Both of them never wanted something so extreme to run so close to their lives even though they zipped away from it.

A bunch of Mollys on their unicorns ran past her, but she still maintained somewhat of a decent position so she wouldn't completely fall behind. The flowers began to clear out a bit until she exited the garden in an extreme hurry. Soon enough the ground started to become somewhat mushy and yellow almost like a thick swamp, which Nancy's unicorn didn't worry too much about. For once its flight served as a benefit although its speed didn't exactly match the full sized ones which balanced it out. With such speeds it sounded almost like a miracle to have kept up with the other racers. Other than the weird ground, giant kitchen utensils remained embedded into it and extended pretty high up almost to the point where Giant Molly could have easily used them if not for the fact that she stood WAY higher. She likely could have mistaken them for toothpicks because of how massive her size eclipsed everyone else. Nancy's ectoplasm shook once she witnessed a sharp knife close by, but if anything Molly's mind likely never went that far. Deadliness wouldn't pass through Molly's head, no matter how dangerous it looked. Still, a land of kitchen utensils and schmaltzy yellow ground struck Nancy as a rather weird choice for a place inside of the jolly tween's head even among all of the other incomprehensible nonsense.

"Looks like the racers reached the next leg! Lots of forks and spoons in conjunction with the sinking mush makes for an incredibly hard terrain to traverse through. Some Mollys already have the right idea with flooring it, but I'm seeing some caught up in their own distracting agendas. Singing Molly continues to ramble off lyrics much to the annoyance of Explorer Molly which has left both of them sagging behind the pack!"

Giant Molly indeed spoke the truth. While most of the others, including Nancy, kept their eyes on the terrain, for the next specific part of the race a few became completely out of it. In particular, one of the Molly copies hit up a rather charming set of lyrics while another who tried to have her sights set forward couldn't help but constantly retort against her. Her increasing frustration left her explorer's hat off center which often covered her eyes. Suffice to say, they butted heads frequently.

"Ohhhhhhhh, I'm off to the races! How quaint and great! I'm not so absentminded, for I don't want to be late! Going up to-"

"Would you CLAM up already?! Every good adventurer needs her place of ZEN when it come to new lands!" Explorer Molly retorted. "I've gone across the entire country and need to concentrate!"

"Don't feel so down, for we're all Molly here! We can hold hands, so our mind can stay clear!" Singing Molly sang as a rocking background tune hit their hearing. "Across many lands, we don't have to stay alone! Don't feel so down, and no need to moan!"

The two continued to clash at each other as another Molly sped past them, and she displayed a rather paler appearance along with her unicorn. The most recognizable part came in the form of a distinct mole near her right eye which seemed to shift positions depending on where anyone else looked at her. She zoomed by them and almost ran into Nancy's flying unicorn as it flew by.

"Oops! Sorry Nancy!" the "early" Molly exclaimed through the wind.

"I'm…fine!" Nancy replied rather shakily.

"Don't drop behind now! They're about to show up from above and below!"

Nancy's back went stiff.

"Uhhhhhhh…they?"

She received her answer once she looked up and saw a rather unconventional object as it fell with a humorous cartoon sound effect. Nancy's eyes became full moons as not just one, but hundreds more appeared from the pink skies above. Their triangular shape combined with the bright yellow indicated something rather common when it came to typical "Mollyisms". Such a throwaway line mostly associated to her when goings got tough completely echoed through Nancy like an extensive underground cave. She wouldn't have minded hearing it any other day, but not today.

She finally uttered her infamous phrase.

"SWEET BABY CORN!"

Right as she finished, kiddish noises rang through her as the piece of corn slammed right into the mushy yellow and sent globs in every direction on impact. Many of the Mollys rocketed off into the air in one massive splash which scattered the racers everywhere. Before anyone could recover, another piece fell toward the ground and splashed even more yellow globs into the air. It almost seemed like they just encountered a meteor shower where one could easily knock out a giant reptile. About a dozen more followed after until the entire sky lit up of hundreds of pieces of baby corn to impede progress and sent everyone into the air. What many thought as weird but unexciting soon sparked into an assortment of deafening booms and splatters of various kinds for the racers.

All of them ran off in separate directions. The noises of young toddlers rang through their heads as each large piece of corn left quakes and deadly impacts in their wake. One particular black and white styled Molly with a funky hairdo panicked and tried to pull back but her unicorn ran face first into one which left her embedded in it. Sweet Tooth Molly opened her mouth at one point in an attempt to chomp on one only for the huge piece to land right on top of her. As for Nancy, she had one of the worst lucks since her size left her with more to avoid like minuscule globs that flew through the air. While she heard musings of Libby's voice say something, likely from the outside world, she couldn't clearly hear her from all of the chaos around her. From childish laughing pieces of corn to gigantic Mollys racing for the gold, the tiny ghost kept her eyes on the world around her. One misstep and she could end up on the other end of a horseshoe or giant corn piece.

It only became worse a short time later. As if life wanted to throw her everything and the kitchen sink, the mucky yellow ground opened up into multiple holes where even more giant childish laughing corn pieces popped to act as more troubling roadblocks. Some even fell forward in an attempt to collapse right on top of some of the racers, which unfortunately happened to a select few. Smug Molly fixated her gaze to all of the imaginary cameras to the point she never noticed a giant piece right in front of her until her unicorn ran straight into it. The other surviving racers heard some…colorful vocabulary from her end while she tried to pull herself out. Nancy also ended up as a rather unlucky one, as a huge yellow glob took her by surprise and sent her to the sticky ground. She stayed stuck with her unicorn as the other racers almost crushed her under their steed's hooves, but such an outcome never happened. Even though she felt some relief, the moment she saw a gigantic piece of baby laughing corn above her she booked it. It left a deafening slam behind her and careened her, along with her unicorn, into the air in a dizzying tumble. She stabilized herself somewhat, but as more pieces rained from the sky and popped up from the ground they left no time to dawdle. For the most part she never fell too far back, but any more mishaps would leave her in last place. She screamed her head off before any more large corn pieces made mincemeat out of her. Trials and tribulations littered the minefield and left many saying the infamous phrase attributed to the joyous young tween.

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Most of the racers made their exits out of the yellow corn ridden plains by the time a familiar portal opened up around the same area where Nancy originally landed. Static electricity surged around it as two recognizable figures emerged into the mangled lands of Molly's head. While Molly herself lacked a presence among them, although basically everything in her mind WAS her in different forms, they set foot onto the smooth grass without injury. After they dawdled a bit until they figured out what happened, the nervous intelligent friend and grumpy but loving ghost arrived as the vortex behind them zipped up into nothingness. One felt astounded while the other fell a bit short. Nancy no longer became the only intruder into Molly's mind.

Libby's eyes lit up like a kid during Christmas as she scanned the area thoroughly.

"So…we've arrived inside Molly's mind? I have to admit…it REALLY fits her!" Libby exclaimed as she felt a nearby lollipop tree.

"Yeah, we should have arrived in her head if my incantation didn't stir any red flags." Scratch answered. "I will agree that the whole place screams Molly all over. I'm seeings all pink but not glamorously."

The two watched about a dozen Molly copies rush across the plateau toward somewhere else. As much as they wanted to investigate the strange houses first, one of the Mollys took notice of them and how much they stuck out compared to everything else.

"Whoa! I don't think I could imagine Libby and Scratch to THAT degree!"

She then paused for a moment.

"On second thought, Scratch seems more plausible now that I think about it…"

"Geez! I thought I could only handle one Molly, but any more…and I'd probably need years of therapy." Scratch said.

The Molly copy narrowed her eyes a little before she ran her body over both of them. Her fingers touched almost every spot, she rubbed herself against them, and even her nose smelled a couple of spots just to add to the awkwardness. Libby almost felt violated in so many ways, but because a Molly copy performed the actions she let it slide…just once. Scratch became startled once she stuck her head in his ectoplasm, and once she brought her head back out he tried to cover the open. The inner circle of Molly's mind never encountered them before, but if anyone else decided to scan them over the situation likely would have gone south VERY quickly.

One final glance over them and the Molly copy's back went stiff for a split second.

"Sweet…baby…corn. Are you two…the real Libby and Scratch?"

"Well…yeah. Basically." Scratch answered rather nonchalantly. "We came in here for the midget."

"Yeah." Libby added. "We heard Nancy accidentally came in-"

"SWEET BABY CORN! OH SWEET BABY CORN!" the Molly copy interjected rather excitedly. "FIRST NANCY AND NOW MY OTHER TWO BESTIES?! TODAY HAS GONE FROM GREAT…TO AMAZING!"

From there the Molly copy instantly ran forward and embraced the two in one of air draining hugs. Libby flailed her legs in the air while Scratch's head inflated like a balloon from the stranglehold over them.

"YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I FEEL TO FINALLY HAVE ALL OF MY BESTIES IN ONE PLACE!"

"I can…understand that…" Libby squeaked. "Please…can't breathe…"

Once the Molly copy heard her, she immediately backed off and released them. Libby took a large breath while Scratch nearly deflated.

"Oh, uhhhhh, sorry! Sometimes I can't contain my excitement!" the Molly copy said. "Even so, WELCOME TO MY HEAD! Make yourselves at home and I'll come up with something to-"

"We…sort of want to make this a quick trip." Libby interrupted slightly nervously. "Have you seen Nancy around here?"

The Molly copy gazed at her straight for a few seconds before she answered.

"Awwwwww, come on! You just arrived here and everyone else had gone off to the unicorn race-"

Before she could continue a very familiar scream hit their hearing. The three perked up a bit before they stared off behind them into the distance where a really large dust cloud zipped across the terrain. Libby's and Scratch's eyes opened slightly wider before they looked over to each other.

"That's Nancy." Libby and Scratch said nervelessly in unison.

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What seemed like ages in the field of the hazardous "Sweet Baby Corns" finally came to an end when most of the racers rushed across new group, including the freaked out Nancy. As much as she wanted to forget such a happening, after her unicorn almost ran into a giant piece of corn it pretty much remained engraved into her head. Some racers suffered rather terrible blows, but they still had enough in them to continue. It included Smug Molly, Singing Molly, to even "early" Mollys as they gripped their unicorns tightly so they wouldn't fall off. Nancy just wanted the whole race to finish already after many near death experiences, so she cared less about crossing the finish line in a higher position. At least from what she heard from Molly's senses on the outside Libby and Scratch already knew about her predicament to the point where they desired to head inside after her. She wanted them to hurry and get inside Molly's head as soon as possible so she could finally have a method of exit. Molly's mind went about as well as a hyperactive joyous fever dream which matched Nancy like a tourist visiting from tropical beaches to the shivering arctic. Molly's mind suited Nancy terribly and she wanted the race to end already.

As the competition heated up, Giant Molly kept her eyes on them and provided more commentary to the audience.

"Looks like everyone finally reached the last leg of the race, although some appear a bit damaged, but we know where it takes place. Let's hope the racers have their dancing shoes ready, because the tolerance won't go by easier than last time!"

Even though Nancy became slightly confused at Giant Molly's words, she quickly understood what she meant once she looked up ahead. She received a bit of a buffer since she still maintained a middle position to the other racers, so she managed to witness the scenery before she actually traversed across it. However, she received her first clue not from her eyes but from her ears. Once she heard the words…she only became even more confused.

"Okay, you first up then? You know the drill by now, so give me a good one!"

Before Nancy could ponder even further, the first few Mollys up ahead suddenly had a large structure come into existence like someone formed it out of thin air. Soon after, the racer who ran up behind had the exact same structure instantly form around them followed by the next, then the next, and then the next…

They completely halted progress that left Nancy speechless.

Her worry ran higher once she realized that her tiny unicorn almost hit the same threshold, but before she could bring her steed to a halt the inevitable happened. Something large and flat formed around her in brilliant glitter and shines. It apparently built itself in a rather organized fashion as it went higher and higher until it reached a certain height. In one final poof, the whole thing appeared in full as if by magic, and it left her stunned in the air. She heard the Mollys behind her as they suffered the same fate, which only further compounded all of the confusion built up. Molly's mind maintained no such logic to anyone other than her.

When the lights settled, she finally got a good look at where she ended up. Her jaw nearly dropped once she saw a rather exuberant stage underneath her complete with multicolored stage lights and red curtains as if she stumbled into Brighton middle school's auditorium. Of course, because everything displayed "Molly" she obviously noticed the extra changes fit for the jolly tween's personality. The backstage wall behind her displayed a spectacular decal of Molly's smiling face as she winked cutely while the stage lights showed a pattern that made them appear like bright shining flowers. Even though her size changed her perspectives on everything around her, the scale of the stage matched the one seen in her school's auditorium. As much as Nancy saw nothing too out of the ordinary in terms of the stage, when it came to anything related to the one who shrunk her she learned to always expect the unexpected. She never thought such a stage really screamed "Molly" to her, but many aspects stayed behind closed doors to where she refused to learn more. The less she thought about Molly's inner workings of her personality the better.

Her unicorn hovered in place for a few seconds until both it and Nancy heard the voice again.

"Well? You going to start anytime soon?"

The stage lights lit up and revealed the tiny speck in the air along with yet another Molly copy in front of the stage. While she wore nothing really noteworthy compared to how Molly usually appeared, Nancy recognized the particular chair she sat in. She witnessed Molly first hand as she went crazy over it when she tried to film a horror movie…which went wrong instantly after many shenanigans only Molly could have encountered. She couldn't blame her for keeping it close inside her head, and yet the Molly copy who sat in it eyed her down like a predator. Even though the scenario appeared pretty mellow at first, all of it changed once nearly identical stages shined their lights behind the Molly copy where the rest of the racers took their own unique stages…and identical Molly copies. They acted differently but with no concrete pattern which made it difficult to determine what they intended to do, especially from their drastically different personalities. Whatever Molly's mind cooked up next for a unicorn race went completely off the rails into another genre completely, at least from what Nancy's hypothesized.

The Molly copy spoke to her again.

"At this rate you won't get out of here. You got stage fright or something?"

Nancy replied with a couple of shakes in her voice.

"Ummmm…sort of. What…exactly am I…doing here?"

She watched as the Molly copy sat stiff for a moment.

"Ohhhhhhhh, right. As the one not from my mind you don't understand this last part! Sorry for my initial arrogance."

"I'm…fine." Nancy responded. "So…why am I here?"

"Well, you and that unicorn of yours must impress me with a dance routine."

Her statement raised Nancy's eyebrows. As it turned out the last part of the race had nothing to do with actual racing, but a completely different genre altogether. While she knew Molly kept a couple of screws loose, the fact that such an event exists…matched Molly's crazy personality perfectly. At the current rate she could have easily fit in a sudden swimming contest or something related to potatoes in the race and Nancy would have never known until she encountered it. Of course she should have got the hint when she noticed the other racers behind the Molly copy on their own stages letting their unicorns break down. The problem arrived in the form of her understanding absolutely nothing about "unicorn dancing", and yet she still needed to do it. Leave it to yet another Molly scheme in the works to leave her in the dust…again.

"Duhduh…dance?" Nancy stuttered slightly mortified. "But…but…"

"Do one or you'll remain stuck here for a LONG time." the Molly copy said. "Just give it your best shot and I'll judge it accordingly, okay?"

Nancy's ectoplasm contracted as her deep nervousness and worry kicked in. She glanced down at her tiny unicorn who stared back with endearing eyes, so she pretty much had to act on the spot. Her breath shortened while she gripped her unicorn's mane tightly, and yet no such dance moves passed through her thinking. She panicked so much that she attempted to move her left leg to the side even though as a ghost she completely lacked any, but in the process her unicorn also lifted its upper left leg at the same time. Her field of vision managed to see it through her forming tears, and once she briefly thought about it her anxiety slowed. In an attempt to prove something to herself, she lifted her right half and witnessed her steed perform the same step with its upper right leg. The moment she moved her back side the unicorn's back legs mimicked such an action. From there she seemed to have concluded on a certain idea, but she needed one final confirmation.

She looked down upon her unicorn one more time which the winged horse did too.

"Have you…synced with me…on this?"

She received her answer when the mythical creature smiled and winked in her face.

Nancy initially didn't know how to act at first since she never considered herself a good dancer, but she breathed in deeply a few times to calm herself some and went for it. A steady tune played over the speakers as the ghost girl moved her lower body in sort of a wide hula hoop motion which got the unicorn's legs tapping. She swayed her arms next and moved slowly as the unicorn pivoted in place like a tap dancer. Soon after she pulled back and tilted her head upward as she swirled on the spot and eventually had her steed perform it as well. The beat picked up in speed which prompted the shrunken ghost girl to bob and weave under the spotlight as the winged horse twirled underneath her. Her gelatinous form lead to the necessary undulations where she elegantly moved to the best of her ability and eventually around her unicorn's sparkling horn. Her steed followed her example despite its shape, and everything would have likely stood out as something impressive…but they accidentally intertwined during the routine. The two fell to the ground in a coiled heap as buckets of Nancy's ectoplasm spread across the stage, which basically equaled nothing due to her size. As a dancer, she still required some extra experience until she hit it big time. While not a breakout star, at least she never divulged into a simple dance like the hokey pokey.

She lifted her face from the floor only to see the Molly copy's face aim directly at her. In the background multiple racers already finished their displays and zoomed off, but many still remained behind. Nancy bit her lip from the upcoming dread of her final score, especially from how she basically flopped around like a fish out of water. As the Molly narrowed her eyes toward her, she felt the tension increase. One wrong move and she wouldn't get out much to her fear.

…but she saw an expression of sympathy instead.

"Even though you don't exactly have the greatest of dance skills, I can tell you tried your hardest. The thought counts more than anything, and I think you did great!"

Nancy's ectoplasm came to a crawl once she heard the Molly copy's words. The unicorn shook itself off a bit before it put itself back on its feet.

"But…but…I performed terribly…" Nancy stuttered. "How do I…qualify?"

"Because I appreciate effort more than all of those fancy shmancy moves." the Molly copy answered. "You tried your best and that counts more than anything. As long as you have fun with your moves, you'll always qualify in my book! I don't want to contain you any longer, so go ahead and get to the finish line!"

Before Nancy to question her further the walls around her quickly started to fall and fade from view. The stage vanished around her along with all of the stylish scenery, although she still saw some other stages of other contestants behind the Molly copy. As the area that once kept her bound inside faded from existence the Molly copy did so as well. After a few seconds that seemed to have gone by in an instant, all traces of the dance stage and everything with it became nonexistent to the point where Nancy question if she just hallucinated the whole ordeal. She floated all stupefied until she remembered the event going on and hurried over to her tiny unicorn. Once she made sure she held on tight, her steed flew off toward the finish line in the distance. Whether she went through an acid trip or not, she managed to get out.

She already saw a couple of Mollys at the end as they basked in their final position, so she maintained a steady but decent pace. Before long, the audience lit up as she approached the end and cheered once she finished. For such a middling finish, she still received some praise from the Mollys in the stands as if she placed first. She completely fell exhausted on her unicorn which the animal let her do while it lightly grinned. Both her and her steed stayed out of the way as more racers arrived behind her. Once the final racer crossed the black and white line, the crowds went wild. Nancy covered the sides of her formless shape as if she still had ears to shield herself from the noise. The unicorn race had finished.

Giant Molly stayed on them like glue.

"…aaaaaaaaaaaand with that, we have our final standings! Let's give our vigilant racers some joyous praise!"

The applause and cheers from the audience of Mollys and living plush toys amplified as all of the participants faced them and waved happily. Nancy shuddered and shook from the attention given to her, but she mustered up a tepid face and waved rather silently. Her unicorn neighed before it smiled back toward her, which the ghost girl found charming and lightly petted its mane as thanks for its cooperation. She couldn't have went through the whole racetracks without it.

"As much as I want to detail who got which place, we really don't need to. Everyone made it through the track, including our surprise guest, and to say anyone lost wouldn't keep up the JOY around here! Besides, we all knew Lucky Molly would win since she always comes out on top."

Everyone brought their attention over to a Molly copy who sat on her unicorn while she wore a large green top hat with lots of four leaf clovers on the surface. Her smile reached ear to ear while she couldn't keep herself still.

"You know I can't help it! No matter how hard I compete, I come across no such troubles whatsoever! I go by completely unnoticed, avoid all of the hazards effortlessly, and ace the dance portion in no time flat every single time! In all honesty, it sort of gets a bit boring after a while!"

"Someone definitely has the luck of the Irish on her side." Smug Molly said very nonchalantly from the sidelines. "See? I'm funny. I'd like to Phone a Friend, please."

A bunch of imaginary cameras flashed before her which caused some rather stellar poses on her end. Some nearby Mollys just sighed deeply and shook their heads.

From there, Giant Molly made her final announcement.

"As always, we don't have any prizes for higher placements. Competing and having fun is its own reward! Thank you to everyone who competed today and watched, for these cannot have any more hype behind them without your support! Good job everyone and SEE YOU LATER!"

Right as she finished with her happy statements, Giant Molly felt something wriggle around in her right ear. She only needed to wait a few seconds thought until a particular Molly copy popped her head out of the ear hole, and she had her face completely covered in wax. Despite the gross display, her smile shined brightly as her eyes stayed completely covered. She yukked it up for a few seconds and swiveled around while she teetered toward the edge.

"I can't believe it! The inner working of the ear continue to fascinate me! One could make so many candles out of this wax to the point where one could open an entire shop! I have to patent this and possibly-AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Curious Molly tilted too close to the edge and fell to the ground in a thud. Even though she appeared unhurt, she stayed with her face first into the ground while she giggled uncontrollably. She found something in the dirt that caught her interest yet again.

As the crowds began to dissipate over time while a Molly copy rounded up all of the racing unicorns, a small portion stuck around, including Giant Molly, so they could keep their eyes on their surprise guest. They've never had someone stumble into their quarters after all, and they couldn't take their eyes off of her tiny ghost self.

"Wow Nancy! You actually went through the entire race without breaking a sweat!" one Molly said as the speck of Nancy floated before her. "How do you feel?"

"Well…pretty tired…in all honesty…" Molly nervously responded. She held her hands together and twiddled them to herself.

"I can imagine." another Molly said. "I made sure I imagined a unicorn perfectly fit for you. Maybe you can ride it again at some point!"

"I'd…rather not." Nancy stuttered as she tensed up. "I still have…to get out of here…"

"Awwwwww, do you have to?" Giant Molly said. "We really enjoy your company here! Can't you stay for just a BIT longer?"

Nancy would have provided yet another one of her submissive answers, but she never managed to utter it once some rather unique mumblings became apparent. The Mollys nearby perked up a bit in confusion while some even turned their heads in other direction, but by the time they realized the source the culprits started to pushed them aside until they reached the center where the dot in the air of a girl hovered. Even Nancy backed up quite a distance before the figures appeared before her, and for once all of the relief in her finally released. After what she heard through Molly on the outside, she always kept the thought in the back of her head and awaited the moment. First Molly went after her countless times to get her back, and now her best ghost friend and human bestie had their turn. Scratch and Libby have finally arrived on scene.

They appeared to have something else on their mind though as their frantically looked around on the spot before they turned to the Mollys.

"Alright, you lot! Where did you place the midget?" Scratch exclaimed as he sternly pointed at them. "I know your likes and dislikes, so you don't want me to bring out the negatives!"

Libby brushed Scratch out of the way while the ghost gruffly stared at them. As for the group of Mollys, their eyes lit up as they stared directly at both of them. Their cheeks went limp while their bodies slowed to a crawl.

"Excuse my partner, for he has taken this…rather personal." Libby said. "Have you seen a tiny spirit of a girl about…this size around here?"

Libby proceeded to create one of the smallest spaces between her fingers imaginable, and even then she acted generous. She seemed not too fazed by the existence of the millions of Molly copies around, although from Scratch's initial interaction he appeared a bit miffed. Even so, the Mollys continued to endlessly stare at them almost like they were completely stunned. They never brought up the fact that Nancy floated close by, but her size left Libby and Scratch oblivious to her presence. As much as she preferred to not speak up often, she made an exception for the two. After all, they willingly traveled into Molly's mind to get her out.

"Hey, uhhhhh, Libby? I'm…over here."

She tepidly waved upward as she saw Libby's ears twitch. The tween and ghost stood stiff for a brief second before they began to look around again.

"Midget? You here?" Scratch said as his ectoplasm pivoted around.

"Yeah. Over…to your right."

It took a few seconds to finally have their heads pointed in the right direction and a few more to angle them correctly. Their eyes narrowed as Nancy waved her arms in the air which eventually caught their attention. They two leaned in closer for a better look before they pulled back. Libby smiled while Scratch let off a sigh of relief.

"Ah, now I see you!" Libby said. "My sleuthing skills came in clutch again!"

"I'm just glad we can finally lay this incident to rest." Scratch said.

The tiny ghost girl floated up to Libby's massive face where the tween noticed and held out a finger for her. Just like a common bird, Nancy laid her ghostly self down on Libby's hard fingernail as Molly's human bestie kept her asteroid eyes on her.

"Errrrr, sorry if we may have arrived…later than expected." Libby said. "We had a few troubles traversing this…strange place of Molly's mind."

"I've…already experienced…most of it." Nancy stuttered from below. "Not the most…pleasant for…someone like me."

From there, Scratch joined in.

"Due to your rather gloomy nature, I'm more surprised you haven't spontaneously combusted from all of…Molly's joys." Scratch replied as his back shuddered. "Never in my afterlife have I thought of a moment where I would have ended up mobbed by hundreds of copies of that ecstatic girl!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

As if they understood the moment they heard the laughter, Libby, Scratch, and Nancy blankly averted their gaze to behind them where one distinct Molly seemed to have followed them throughout their trek. Tears flew out of her eyes and her legs thrashed in the air as she rolled all over the floor in one large laughing fit. Her fists slammed into the ground repeatedly while the other three shook their heads in disgust.

"Riiiiiiiiiight." Scratch said flatly as her hysterical laughter continued. "SHE wouldn't leave us alone so WE spent a lot of time trying to avoid…HER."

"I figured that out…a while back." Nancy said in a slightly lower volume.

"Yeeeeaaaaaah. Not the most pleasant time…" Libby said. "I don't want to intrude on personal space any longer, especially from Molly, so I say we should get out of here sooner rather than later."

"I'm on it." Scratch answered.

He hovered on the sidelines as he reached into his stash for his Chairman robe, but right before he could bring it out the three took notice of the other watching Mollys nearby. They haven't spoken a single word since they arrived on the scene and only continuously stared at them almost in some type of adorable astonishment. Their mouths hung open as their eyes gleamed rather brightly, which sort of spooked the three. Even Giant Molly seemed to have the same idea as she gazed down at the specks below.

Nancy and Libby shuddered.

"Umm, we sort of…have to leave now." Libby said rather lukewarmly. "We'll just, uhhhhhh, take Nancy and…"

"Sweet. Baby. Corn." one of the Mollys finally said.

She walked forward and silently poked Libby's face multiple times until her surprise became replaced with her trademark joyous smile.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THEY REALLY ARE THE REAL SCRATCH AND LIBBY!"

From there the group of Mollys went wild. Nancy barely had enough time to fly out of the way as Libby and Scratch found themselves dog piled by the entire group. Many attempted to provide one of their typical trademark strong armed hugs, but they kept pushing and shoving each other for the first go. They pulled Libby's hair and stretched Scratch fancy so they could get their grubby hands on them like the hottest new toy. Libby especially found hit hard since she lacked a jellylike shape like Scratch and Nancy, so any attempt to slip away became ten times harder. Nevertheless, they gained more fans even though all of them stayed as copies of one particular girl.

Eventually, the two had enough.

"OKAY! OKAY! EASY WITH THE MOBBING! I'M ONLY ONE PERSON UNLIKE ALL OF YOU!"

Her outburst seemed to have reached a couple of the Mollys over them, and once they realized their mistake they eased off a bit. Some still required a few extra seconds, but even they saw what they performed potentially harmed the two. They still marveled over them, but they granted Scratch and Libby some breathing room. Libby's legs twitched while Scratch brushed himself off once they got back on their feet…or lack thereof in Scratch's case. Molly's excessive "fangirlism" resonated throughout all of the Molly copies since they basically maintained all of Molly's traits with some individual personalities for some. Just because one stood out over the other meant nothing when certain traits surfaced more prominently than others.

They didn't have much free time afterwards because right as they appeared to get back in gear a dark shadow cast over them. Before long, huge columns of skin and thickness wrapped around them and hoisted the two into the air. Nancy watched from below as the biggest Molly within the tween's mind wanted her own personal time with the two. Because of her stature she couldn't mob the two like the regular sized Mollys, she waited for the right opportunity to pluck the two for herself. Nancy basically went through the process every single day ever since she shrunk, but Libby and Scratch never explicably walked a mile in her shoes. Because of the differences, reactions would vary compared to hers. They would finally receive a taste of what Nancy experienced on a daily basis.

Giant Molly brought the two up to her humongous smiling face which unnerved them slightly.

"Even though we could see you from miles away…we wanted to steer clear for our safety." Libby stated. "No, ummmm, offense…"

"Heheheheheh…" Scratch stuttered. "I'm getting…some flashbacks to my brief interactions when I compressed myself. Never in my afterlife would I have expected…to actually interact with a giant version of you. Please act gently!"

Giant Molly's smile faltered slightly which tensed up the two between her large chubby fingers.

"You seriously think I'm going to harm you?" Giant Molly said in slight bewilderment. "Do you even know who I am? I'd never hurt a fly!"

Libby and Scratch squirmed in Giant Molly's grasp as she brought them up closer to her gigantic eyes.

"Nrrrrgh! Of course we know that!" Scratch responded as he tried to move. "However, you tend to…underestimate…you choices for actions!"

"Yeah, like…too much…squeezing!" Libby added as her lungs emptied quickly.

From there, Giant Molly's mouth formed into a straight line. Her eyebrows angled downward while she brought the two forward away from her face. After a few seconds she loosened her grip which provided Libby some ample breathing time, but after she inhaled a few times Giant Molly instantly brought them toward her once more. They smacked against her chest, but other than the initial hit no such hard impacts came up next. Instead, Scratch and Libby soon found themselves pressed against her as she cradled and embraced the two of them in possibly one of the biggest hugs feasible by a human. She may have done something similar with Scratch in the Ghost World, but she changed into a wraith during that time which "technically" meant she wasn't human. Plus, she nearly destroyed the entire realm and lacked her typical joyous self, so the moment inside her head felt even more special. The two calmed down somewhat and appreciated the fact she didn't put them in a choke hold. From there, they realized just how much Nancy went through due to her shrunken status, but they still missed a large portion of the full story. Just because they saw Molly as a titan didn't mean she underestimated her strength.

Their motions slowed down which caused Giant Molly to empathically smile.

"See? I know how to act at this size." Giant Molly said. "Feel better now?"

Libby and Scratch hesitated at first.

"Well…you eased a lot of my worry and I can't go against my best friend…even as a figment inside her head." Libby said as she looked up at her huge smiling face.

"I'm…somewhat in the same boat." Scratch added. "Besides, I've got myself into more damaging situations. Still, you should probably ease up you strength in the future just in case."

"Duly noted." Giant Molly answered before she fell to her knees carefully.

Even with all of the caution though, she still sent a really loud and large quake against the ground which brought the other Mollys below down to their behinds. Nancy floated above ground as a wraith so she never collapsed like the others, but she still held the sides of her head from the resonating boom while her ectoplasm fluxed. From there, Giant Molly set her hand on the ground and opened it up to let Libby and Scratch off. The two did so and Laughing Molly prepared to run off another one of her absurd laughing fits, but right before she opened her mouth Giant Molly brought one of her huge hands up close to her. In one strong flick of a finger, the Molly copy laughed herself off as she sailed through the skies like a hyena high on caffeine. Crisis averted in more ways than one.

Libby and Scratch kept their eyes peeled on the Molly copies around them for a few more moments.

"You done now?" Libby asked as she crossed her arms.

The Mollys bit their bottom lips for a few seconds while their smiles reached ear to ear.

"For the…most part." one of the Mollys answered. "I still can't get over…how ALL of you decided to come in here…all of my BESTIES no less!"

"Hoe could I not…burst into overwhelming joy…from such a phenomenon?!" another Molly added. "Please tell me you'll stay for a while!"

"What she said!" Giant Molly reiterated from above. "At LEAST let me give you a tour!"

As much as Libby and Nancy wanted to not upset someone like Molly, Scratch never felt that way. He already laid some heavy news in the past to her so retorting became trivial to someone like him.

"Sorry, but we have to skedaddle out of here. We only came in here for the midget and never intended to stay long."

The Mollys' eyes shimmered and glistened as their smiles slowly dipped down. Nancy felt goosebumps across her ghostly back to the point where she floated over and set herself on Libby's shoulder for comfort.

"But…but I have SO MUCH here for you to check out!" one of the Mollys stated.

"Friends stay close together! You can't leave me so soon!" another Molly said.

"You…sort of already had your time with Nancy." Libby responded while her legs shook. "Besides, because all of you make up Molly's personality…you basically experience us on the outside already. We could just-"

"But reality doesn't have the same shticks as here!" Giant Molly interjected. "Don't you want to see the greatest of pinks, sweets galore, and activities to make the joy EXPLODE out of you?!"

From there, Scratch suddenly felt goosebumps across his ectoplasm.

"Oof! Definitely a hard pass! I can tolerate a small dose, but entire acres of nothing but YOUR sugary upbeat likes? Yeah, I think ALL of us would want a break at some point."

The Mollys smiles dipped further and further down as their backs slumped like someone placed weights on them. Their arms limped as their eyes glistened even more like an injured puppy which brought even more unnerving tension to the three. They only spoke the truth to them and they clearly desperately wanted them to stay, but such an option never set on the table for them. The longer they stayed inside the crazier the outside Molly's moods swings became. It would have hurt everyone involved if they stayed even if the Mollys didn't see it that way. They originated from the outside and didn't belong inside the young McGee's mind despite the desperation before them.

Some of the Mollys sniffed as their eyes went full "puppy mode" toward their instigators.

"I…I know this seems wrong." Libby shakily said. "We just…don't belong here, okay? We have lives, duties, and more that all of you never need to account for. Can't you just exist through the Molly I know and call it there?"

"Reality…doesn't match everything in here though…" one Molly said. "Besties always stick together, and you don't…want to hurt me."

"Won't you stick by…your best friend?" Giant Molly pleaded to the speck below.

All of the Mollys nearby stared at the three of them with the cutest of expressions straight from the pick of the litter. The more they continued to to stare at them, the more the other three wanted to get out. Their puppy dog eyes and frown actually performed the exact opposite for Nancy since it reminded her that the copies before her consisted of the person who started all of her problems in the first place. If she thought that pretty faces would make her forget, they only greatly worried her that some other motive cooked up in the background. She dug herself into Libby's long hair just so she wouldn't have to see them and feel more scared than she already did. Something adorable this way comes, and it usually fooled everyone who came into contact with her.

…but not the stray three.

"I really don't want to disappoint you Molly, er, Mollys." Libby responded. "Unfortunately though, we really need to make our leave."

Maybe she should have considered a different choice of words.

"You…you really don't care about me." one Molly said. "After everything we went through together…and you just spit in my face?"

"No, no! Not like that!" Libby said in slight panic. "We just can't-"

"Stay?" another Molly said as tears fell down her eyes. "If you still wanted to remain as my best friend you would have taken my offer! Friends don't hurt each other!"

"All this time I considered you close…but maybe I'm just delusional after all!" Giant Molly said. "I could have easily just imagined all of you here, but I never think of negatives! If you crawled out from the depths of fake magic-"

The chains shattered like sandpaper. All forms of illusion broke as the wretched demons crashed the party. The obliviousness rubbed off against the common folks to where only the meek served as the most likely of understanding. Words became meaningless for instinct usurped common sense and locked it in a vault of no return. One never simply indicted utter destruction of the warm and happy, and yet exceptions labeled themselves in neon red in case of extreme emergencies. Surface level may have given only warning signs, but on the home turf your life evaporated in seconds. Comprehension invoked impossibilities of sheer magnitudes which sent time into a standstill. Everyone burned as smiling daisies sprouted from the lumps in the ground in harsh punishments. Pink only needed a few darker shades until it changed into something unrecognizable, and it only did so when someone added an extra third factor. The nasty gatekeeper gnashed its teeth behind the facade of innocence, and nobody saw it coming until it pointed rows of spikes across its hide toward its most desired target. No longer had the earlier treatment took the title of feasible, as the contrary changed fiction into fact. They only wanted best friends to love and adore, but received epitomes of the worst of the worst instead.

The scenery around the three darkened as the sky turned dark magenta. All of the cheery yet joyful colors drained into a murky black mess as their shapes twisted and turned until they spiraled out of control. Every single Molly and creature throughout the tween's mind halted and instantly steered their attention over to the three outsiders with menacing eyes. Childish laughter echoed through the air as one heard thunder over the horizon. Bleakness seeped in as thick cumulus clouds blocked out the once happy sun overhead. A chilling breeze brought shivers throughout the land yet everyone other than Libby, Scratch, and Nancy appeared to not mind such a temperature change. While drops of rain never appeared, such a detail became the least concerning aspect. All of the grim changes left the other three speechless beyond a simple scare tactic, and Molly typically reserved her personality toward complete joy. None of them ever knew Molly had all of it in her until her mind blew the doors wide open. Even though her normal thought process made sure to uphold total positivity, everyone contained a small black circle buried underneath the fields of white.

"Muh, muh…Molly?" Libby muttered as she backed up further and further away.

Even Scratch floated backwards at the same pace from the sheer amount of warning signs. Nancy stayed scared beyond belief in Libby's hair as the group of Mollys, including Giant Molly, slowly made their way forward.

"More friends equals more fun, but when they try to hornswoggle their way to me using fake magic, well, I don't exactly…PLAY NICE." one deranged Molly said as her neck cracked to the side.

"I can't let such a CRUCIAL DETAIL slide away unscathed…especially from how…WHIMSICAL and FUN it can get…" another Molly said as her tone shifted everywhere.

"You just put on your final acts of bad illusions." Giant Molly said as her eye crazily twitched. "Do you know what I do to bad actors around here?"

The other tinier Mollys stepped aside as Giant Molly stepped forward toward the hastily backing up three. Libby's and Scratch's pupils nearly disappeared as they witnessed one of her gigantic shoes rise high into the air until it cast a shadow over them. No reiterations became necessary as they knew what she intended to do next. From there only one through sprang to mind for all three of them.

"RUN!" Libby shouted.

Nancy tightly gripped some of Libby's hairs as she and Scratch bolted before the massive piece of pink and yellow footwear lay waste to everything underneath it. The loud boom rocked the area and almost sent Libby to the ground, but she kept running with Scratch close by. Grass flew and trees catapulted into the air before Giant Molly lifted her shoe back up from where she missed her targets. Her first attempt went by as well as most of Molly's mindless schemes.

Nothing in Molly's mind would let them escape on their watch.

Libby's and Scratch's adrenaline fueled running became almost equally matched by the horde of Molly's behind them. Giant Molly made their situation even more difficult as each strong boom from each of her steps sent Libby into the air for a brief moment. Everything within the confines of Molly's mind had it out for them, including inanimate objects like bushes and trees, and desired their heads on a silver platter. Their thoughts raced for a solution, and at times they wondered as to why they couldn't have just "made" them stuck to immediately end it. She just needed a single thought to get her way, but such an outcome never happened. They kept the fact to themselves so they wouldn't give Molly any ideas, but after they considered Molly's tended to act before she thought it surprised them less. The entire encompass inside Molly's brain focused on they few stragglers that traversed through the lands that made up who she was.

The three barely avoided one of Giant Molly's hands as she reached down while Libby frantically addressed the most obvious solution.

"Scratch! Conjure up that portal to get us out of here before we become French crapes!"

"You think I would have wanted to do that already?!" Scratch exclaimed as a Molly copy nearly tackled him. "I can't exactly bring up portals on a whim unless I focus for a bit! I have to put on the Chairman robe, say the magic words, you know, the fancy stuff I'm NOT too keen about!"

"So unless you have a moment to yourself…WE CAN'T GET OUT?!" Libby exclaimed while she almost lost her footing from a Giant Molly stomp.

"You better…do it quick…before Molly's mind…COMPLETELY DESTROYS US!" Nancy exclaimed while completely terrified in Libby's hair.

"Then give me a place of zen!" Scratch responded through the wind.

With that said, the three of them scanned desperately for an open space away from the crowd. The constant turmoils behind them combined with their life or death rush from deranged copies of an ecstatic tween made such a search difficult at first, but once their eyes found some type of distant vehicle off the side of the path they settled on it instantly. Even so, they needed a temporary distraction for a brief grace period, and the Mollys paid attention to their sorry hides like hawks. Libby silently calculated certain factors until she cooked up something spicy yet simple. If she counted her numbers correctly as the Mollys picked up in speed…

Libby turned her head toward the crowds of Mollys behind her and shouted.

"Hey! Did you hear about the guy who swallowed one thousand dollars worth of bills and was taken to the hospital?! No change is expected!"

To any normal person who maintained a somewhat decent grip on reality such a bad joke would have bounced off with no extra effects whatsoever. Lots of kids joke books hinged on certain types of writing after all, and for many it left them shaking their heads in disappointment from the time wasted. However, Libby kept one particular target in mind. If she still existed in the crowds of Mollys she would definitely…

The infamous cheesy laughter informed her that she guessed correctly.

Her screams of pure hilarity sent migraines across the fields while she fell to the ground instantly. She kicked her feet into the air as most of the Mollys held their ears to protect themselves from splitting headaches. The loud laughing fit brought the chase to a halt and left the Molly copies paused, which the other three took full advantage of. As the distraction of Laughing Molly did its job, Libby, Scratch, and Nancy went the distance until they approached the vehicle, where they figured out appeared exactly like Penny's motor home. Since the door lacked locks, they ran inside with no issues and saw the perfect replica displayed around them. Because Molly had Penny as a childhood best friend, it came as no surprise to see such a picture in her mind, but they couldn't focus on it too long. Their distraction couldn't hold for long, but Scratch needed enough time to form an exit portal.

"Now Scratch… Please go for it…" Nancy lightly said.

"Already on it, midget." Scratch answered.

After his response, the ghost ran through his stash until he snatched his recognizable Chairman robe and immediately slipped it on. Libby took a few steps back while Nancy floated the same way to give Scratch some space before his stern leader demeanor returned.

"The Chairman of the Ghost World commands yet another portal to appear and make an-"

Libby's distraction lasted way shorter than she thought.

Scratch's demanding Chairman words halted the moment hundreds of Molly copies slammed into the side of the motor home. The vehicle teetered like it would fall over at any point, and Libby collapsed into a couch across the wall. The copies banged against the sides and tried to shatter the windows like a zombie apocalypse. Scratch put away the Chairman robe while his eyes darted around as the speck of Nancy floated close by, but he only managed a few seconds of peace until a window opened. Libby nearly got grabbed by dozens of Mollys as they clamored to her, but she barely managed to pull away. The relentless mobs attempted to breach their safe haven.

"To the back!" Libby exclaimed before countless Mollys stuck their deranged heads through the window.

Nancy yelped as she took the advice and bolted. Scratch and Libby frantically followed close behind as the door started to bend from the pressure. From there they made it to the back bedroom and bathroom which both had doors to lock themselves in. The bedroom became a no go as they witnessed more Mollys break the windows as they crawled inside, which left only one room left. Before the copies could reach them, the other three rushed into the bathroom and shut the door tight. They slammed it on a Molly copy's arm as it almost grabbed Nancy, but they forced it back to the point where they pushed it back out. They heard the dozens of copies as they made their way inside the vehicle, and now they banged against the bathroom door to their targets.

To add insult to injury, the entire bathroom may have given anyone else claustrophobia. With only a camping toilet, a cabinet full of tooth supplies, and some toilet paper it became cramped very quickly.

"So we've finally reached our ends in the hands of someone I called a friend. How…ironic and stupid sounding." Scratch said.

"I doesn't help that I can barely move in here!" Libby said as Scratch nearly covered her face. "At least turned your butt somewhere else!"

"Hey, I'm trying to hold all of the clones back!" Scratch exclaimed. "I can only perform so much in a closed space!"

All of them became worriedly surprised when a portion near the top of the bathroom door started to cave in. The Mollys continuously bashed against it in an angry rush until one lucky copy finally plowed a large hole into it with her bare fist. The slab of wood went flying and hit the cabinet in the back which missed Libby's head by inches, but they didn't pay attention too it for long. Immediately afterward a very crazed looking Molly popped her face in and stared down the three of them.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere's MOLLY!"

The three of them screamed as Libby ran and stood atop of the toilet. Scratch panicked and ran through the cabinet while Nancy took cover near Libby. He grabbed a handful of toothbrushes and repeatedly whacked the Molly in the hole with them as if they were baseball bats until she fell back. It didn't last that way for long as more Mollys crowded around the hole in an attempt to break in. Scratch continued his best, but a clump of fancy sticks meant for tooth cleaning dealt less than minimal amount of crowd control. They found themselves boxed in.

"LIBBY! PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE A BRIGHT IDEA IN THAT NOGGIN OF YOURS!" Scratch exclaimed as a Molly nearly ripped off the top of his head.

"I'm thinking my hardest, although I'm running on fumes from the insanity!" Libby responded as she chewed her fingers excessively.

Nancy remained silent as she rested atop of Libby's shoulder while the young prodigy scanned laps around the premises. Despite the cramped space and lack of any meaningful objects, she noticed beforehand a small window near the toilet even though it seemed too small to crawl through. No Mollys appeared to have taken notice of it as she saw none of them outside it. She likely figured that they also concluded on the same fact and never bothered to crowd around it, although from the current success they had on the bathroom door they likely didn't need to. They needed to find another option elsewhere and FAST.

As if reality also had it out for them, the entire vehicle shifted and rumbled as gravity went in another direction. Everyone fell straight to the ground as the Mollys stuck in the door jerked backwards and tumbled. They wouldn't have to wait long until they found out who brought the entire place upward, as the bathroom ceiling slowly caved in until Libby, Scratch, and Nancy saw possibly the biggest fingernail they've ever seen. The walls collapsed around them as glass and flooring burst around them, which only accelerated their need for an escape route. Libby kept her head straight despite her intense worry, and after a few more seconds she realized something. Something added up in her head as the fingernail drove downward closer to them, but she needed cooperation from another.

"Scratch, can you change yourself into a para glider of sorts?"

Scratch avoided shards of glass as they flew everywhere before he responded.

"As a ghost, I can change into basically anything if I put my mind to it. Why do you ask at a time of MOLLY'S CRAZY DESTRUCTION?!"

"Just give it a few more seconds, okay?"

"Ummmm…" Nancy stammered. "I don't…quite understand…"

"You just have to trust me on this!" Libby said as she eyed a certain part of the wall.

The two ghosts only required the final statement to comply with Libby's demands. Nancy zipped tightly into Libby's hair while Scratch floated closer before Libby snatched him with both hands. She stretched and held him above her head which made Scratch cry out briefly as the bathroom crumbled before their eyes. Giant Molly's enormous fingernail sank deeper down and rained debris upon the three of them, but Libby bided her time and planted her eyes below the small window. Nancy and Scratch freaked out even more until they suddenly felt the smart girl lurch forward.

"NOW SCRATCH!"

Right as the bathroom reached its final hour, the wall under the windows crumbled and left behind nothing but open air. She timed it almost perfectly the moment the last part fell to the ground, although Scratch required a few moments to catch up on times. Once the air whizzed by by face, he never delayed and puffed himself outward until the curvature of his ectoplasm hollowed out into a floppy ghostly paraglider. Nancy held on for dear life in Libby's hair as the young girl floated down even though the breeze slowly started to pick up. The prodigy firmly gripped Scratch by the sides as the ghost served as the safety net needed for Libby's plan to work. One glance behind them and they witnessed all of the Mollys raised into the air and still in the vehicle along with the countless others still on the ground. Out of all of them though, Giant Molly still stood out as the most blatant due to her gargantuan size. As the titan of a girl saw the three as they made their escape, she extended her extra hand out to grab them out of the air. The three lightly yelped as Scratch angled himself further in another direction which caused the breeze to push them further along. They missed Giant Molly's hand by the edge of her pink bracelet while the air guided them along. Libby's quick thinking saved them from the apocalypse of Mollys for now.

"Grrrrrr! I'll get and destroy you impostors of fake magic!" Giant Molly said as she dropped the motor home on the ground.

Hundreds of Mollys exited the vehicle once it hit the ground, and because of the rules of Molly's mind none of them ended up hurt. Giant Molly lead the hordes once again as Libby speedily floated along with Scratch as the makeshift paraglider. He made extra sure to angle himself in such a manner where they gained the most speed, and even then the army of Mollys trailed behind.

"This won't hold up for long!" Scratch said. "I can't do this and create an exit portal at the same time!"

"I understand!" Libby answered. "We just need an isolated area to safely escape for here!"

"That might become a 'needle in a haystack' type of situation!" Scratch responded. "Those crazed Mollys exist everywhere in here!"

As the two conversed for another series of actions, Nancy remained silent on the sidelines. She couldn't really do much except go along for the ride, and yet it gave her time to look around the current area for something extra. Despite all of her built up fearfulness that continued upward the more the horrors of the chase provided, her eyes hit a snag down below that raised concerns. Across some pinkish violet fields of lush grass, since the scenery changed once Molly's mood toward them dipped, right atop some large hills lay countless trunks perfectly fit for long distance travel. It confused her a bit since she never expected something of that type to make up a part of Molly's mind, but her eyes didn't lie. Dotted along a series of grassy hill set numerous trunks which remained shut beyond her comprehension at first. Something about them stirred up something but Nancy's couldn't put her finger on it.

However, once one of the trunks slowly creaked ajar the light bulbs illuminated her head. Molly's senses fed her everything as she and Scratch traveled through his mind for the distant memory, which meant the trunks below kept the exact same thing in Molly's own head. A breeze from below increased in turbulence and Nancy knew where it headed from the visuals below. She needed to warn the other two.

"Uhhhhhh…Libby and Scratch? We…have a problem!"

Her voice caught the attention of them both, but before they could ask what she wanted the suction speed increased until the turbulence matched a small tornado. It snagged the three out of the air and pulled them toward it which made them scream. Giant Molly nearly had them by the tips of her fingers until the winds got them first, and before long all three of them vanished in the blinding light. The trunk snapped shut and left the Mollys behind for now.

Blinding white enveloped their senses until it died down and left the three crashing onto some dirty ground. Scratch and Nancy changed into splatted puddles before they went into the air and shaped themselves back up while Libby rubbed her eyes from the brief loss of sight.

"Oof, I don't think I'll ever get used to catapults at this rate…" Scratch said as he shook himself off.

"From one part of Molly's mind to the next." Libby stated. "Let's figure out where we ended…up…"

She trailed off rather quickly as they realized the setting placed before them. Scratch and Nancy already received a sample from the trip through his head, so it remained somewhat familiar yet do a different degree. Even so, all of them recognized the familiar outfield of Brighton instantly. As much as the territory rang bells like mad, the other outliers caught their attention more than any other detail. Right near the back of the field with multiple familiar objects close by them…they witnessed split images of themselves as they went along their own agendas. However, the particular agenda the copies went through struck a bit of their nostalgia since Libby knew the fancy dress she wore from anywhere and Scratch watched himself in a classic but rather basic white bed sheet running around the premises. A Molly copy stood on the sidelines while a copy of Darrell kept a cell phone pointed at the two at all times. Everything came together to form a near identical replica of a scene from months ago, which meant they landed somewhere pretty special in Molly's mind.

"Ummmm, I've heard about my life flashing before my eyes, but not quite literally!" Libby exclaimed.

Scratch breathed in deeply as he opened his eyes a bit more to the nostalgic scene while he watched the copies run around in their fancy outfits. The Darrell copy and Molly copy ran behind them.

"Well…I can't say I'm not too surprised." Scratch stated. "I mean, if my mind had these pocket memory dimensions then I suppose everyone else has them as well."

Hearing that made Nancy rather unnerved. If fates intertwined once more and she ended up stuck in her own mind she might find herself visited by memories she may have wanted to never show up again. She already counted plenty silently, but after what Scratch went through burying such thoughts seemed like the last possible option. For now she made a note of it for later, but the dread still remained. One misstep and all of her past memories may come back to haunt her.

Libby took the answer rather well though.

"Wait. So when you traveled through your own mind, you also-"

"Yes, yes, yes! We may have discovered some past memories of mine." Scratch interrupted before he watched the memory before him. "Even so…we never actually WENT INTO one and only watched it unfold! I didn't even know such a possibility existed!"

The past memory of the time when they tried to make a horror movie progressed further to the point where their past selves ran toward them in one of the shoots. None of them reacted to their presence in any way, and the three would have moved out of the way if given the chance. As it turned out though, they never needed to do so as they were taken aback when the Libby, Scratch, Molly, and Darrell copies ran right through them like they were the ghosts the whole time. As stricken with complete shock as they felt, at least Nancy managed to see a very faint image of herself in Molly's pocket during the moment. Even as the insanity commenced at the time she still stayed quiet and watched up close and personal despite the facts. She always stayed close to the action even though nobody could see her. Molly's memory played out more like a short movie than the actual movie they tried to create that day.

The three of them shivered and shook from the happening.

"I guess we can't…change these in any way." Nancy stuttered. "Let's find…the nearest exit."

"If we can find one…" Scratch muttered as he crossed his arms.

They ran their eyes around and surveyed the perimeter until they noticed a strange eerie white light near one of the dugouts. They never recalled such an occurrence during the shoot which left them with their final answer. If it never indicated a possible exit than their options winded down even further. Even so, they somewhat found a possible safe haven for Scratch to finally chant the hex to form an exit portal out of Molly's mind. As such, Scratch prepared to get his Chairman robe out once again while Libby and Nancy quietly watched. A trip down memory lane may have brought some smiles across their faces, but getting out of Molly would ease a lot of tension off of their shoulders.

Scratch just about reached into his personal stash and grabbed the robe before the whole play field suddenly boomed loudly across the entire median. Their bodies, or lack there of in Scratch's and Nancy's case, stiffened since they knew from anywhere within the embodiment of Molly herself who maintained such a dangerous trait. They even witnessed her two extremely gigantic shoes absolutely decimate her landing spot…which also included the memory copies. The two giant shoes came down hard upon them and eliminated them on the spot like inconsequential bugs, but like how they completely phased through the three earlier they harmlessly ran out of the giant girl's footwear. Like Nancy said, what Molly remembered stuck firm and outside forces couldn't alter them. As such, when legions of Molly copies appeared from around the giant one the memory continued to play with no interruptions or interference. As it turned out, even inside an untouched memory their luck stayed short lived.

The armies of deranged Molly copies lead by Giant Molly stared down the three like predators while the massive girl herself tightened her knuckles. Her eyes twitched while her pupils nearly vanished to the crazed smile below

"I will not be defeated…by doppelgangers made of fake magic! Joy never loses, and I would find it VERY OFFENSIVE to see tiny ants…get the better of me! So…FUN AND WHIMSICAL! I think we should end this SILLY GAME…with a BLAST!"

Libby, Scratch, and Nancy didn't quite understand what Giant Molly meant at first, but then they noticed a stark change in her color. Her skin slowly lit up along with everything else about her, and her legs appeared to retract upward. Soon after they changed into nothing but stubs as her shoes faded from existence. The only outlier stood out as her nose, for its shade turned toward another certain warm piece on the palette. She only changed for a few seconds until her primary color lit up the area and illuminated the dark. The pink in her eyes and across her nose left some of the deadliest implications after previous incidents where she broke loose, and for Scratch it left a rather dangerous taste in his mouth. While not as huge as the Ghost World incident before, her size left them trembling as it served to amplify such powers beyond simple reality. No portal necessary, for she completely flipped the tables the moment the three saw the dangerous spirit set her targets on the foreign specks slated for eradication. Giant Molly's full potential potential revealed itself which cranked the danger levels beyond a normal chase. She fully committed herself to eliminate the ones she thought were impostors of one of her most hated subjects.

One brought the worst to light.

All of the terrifying images became reality.

The heinous nightmares…

Its existence…

The speck of a ghost never averted her gaze. One may have seen something uneventful, but they never understood the truth. The fears of a hollowed husk reminded her about how they always breathed down her neck. The instances added up and they kept their finger on the trigger. The fiery pink globes drained all who desired a glimpse of such bridled light. They called her a savior, yet she always rubbed the scythe against her torture victim. She always wanted someone like her, and nobody else understood from the outside. Senses dropped, will sapped, and lives evaporated under a seethed finger saturated under the joyous sun. Only she witnessed the visions after the operation which added up from previous ones. All chose to ignore as their sanity stayed safeguarded from their forgetfulness, yet the seer never forgot. The worst of the worst goaded her to make the first move, but if so it would end. Nobody understood. Just a hair away…

Corrosion…

Realms of nonexistence…

Constant black…

Wore thin…

…

…

…

BOOP!

"As much as I DON'T like to see myself like this, your persistence has REALLY ANNOYED ME. If I can't crush you like all of the fake magic in the world, then I'll just have to FORCE JOY THROUGH YOUR BUTTS!"

From there Scratch and Libby finally reacted and bolted toward the open light. They made it about halfway before they realized one of them went missing. While difficult to see at first, they looked back and saw the tiny dot of a ghost girl as she floated motionlessly on the spot. Giant Molly, in her new huge wraith self, brought one of her palms forward where the tips of her fingers glowed brilliantly and aimed directly at the immobile ghost girl.

"Nancy? NANCY!" Libby shouted in desperation.

The tiny dot never answered. She just floated in place while Giant Molly's hand glowed brighter.

"The light always prevails over darkness, and JOY SHALL END DARK ONES LIKE YOU!"

After that exclamation, Libby took drastic actions. As fear clouded her thoughts, in a moment of valor Libby ran back for her. Nancy never budged as the blinding light enveloped Giant Molly's hand, and Scratch shrieked. The tween reached out right as a thick shining rainbow rocketed out from the giant wraith's palm toward the speck. Time seemed to have slowed to a standstill as, in a last ditch effort to get ahead, Libby dived and held her arms out as the shot of colors sped forward. Only one would come out on top and decide whether Nancy perished or lived, and it came down to the wire.

…

…

…

Libby should consider a full time career as a professional baseball player.

A large crater stayed behind where Nancy once floated. Giant Molly angrily glanced downward as Libby stayed dirty across the ground. Her hands stayed cupped as she got to her feet and breathed heavily from the rush. Scratch greatly sighed in relief as Libby opened her hands to see the tiny girl underneath.

She almost completely lost it on sight.

The black speck of Nancy never moved as her usual ghost pupils became almost nonexistent. Despite her formless shape as a wraith, her ectoplasm stayed stiff almost like diamond. At points it may have seemed like she completely decomposed, but due to her current undead nature such a status never stood out as a possibility. Her complete dead eyes aimed straight forward and never diluted in any other direction as if she just perished for a second time. Her color remained as the only part recognizable in her wraith form, for everything else completely left the building. Nancy surely didn't feel like herself at the moment.

"Nancy! Come on, wake up!" Libby shouted as she snapped her fingers a few times in front her.

The ghost girl failed to react. Libby would have tried more attempts to snap her out of it, but before she could do so Giant Wraith Molly aimed her hand over at her.

"I will not accept defeat from FAKE FRIENDS LIKE YOU!"

She wasted no time as another rainbow shot out from her fingers. Libby barely found the time to react and booked it right before it set off another explosion of colors where she stood. Scratch frantically waved his arms and pointed to the open light nearby.

"Come on! Let's get out of here!" Scratch exclaimed.

Libby understood and kept the stunned Nancy in her hands as she joined back up with him. Giant Molly fired more rainbows and puppies toward them as she witnessed them rush straight into the light. The memory reached its conclusion as the copies halted once the Libby one got conked in the head by a baseball. As they were told to leave the baseball field, Giant Molly and her legions of other Mollys copies rushed after them

"DON'T LET THOSE DOPPELGANGERS OF FAKE MAGIC ESCAPE!"

The white lights blinded the three yet again as they found themselves launched out of the trunk and back onto the normal grounds of Molly's mind. Libby nearly tripped over her own shoes and almost lost her grip on Nancy. Scratch landed face first into the ground before he disdainfully brought his face out of the ground. He blew gravel out of his nose and brushed himself off before he set his attention over to Libby.

"I may have hit it very easy when I just WATCHED the memory unfold, not BECOME PART OF IT!" Scratch stated, referring to the memory he and Molly saw in his mind.

"We sort of have a bigger issue right now, Scratch." Libby responded before she opened her hands and revealed Nancy. She wiggled around a little bit but still didn't move much.

Scratch hovered up closer for a better look, and once he saw the full picture he reeled back.

"Sweet ghosts on high! She looks like she possessed the town statue!"

Libby felt goosebumps as she continued to glance down at the tiny speck in her hand, and Scratch fared not much better. No such clues existed to figure out why Nancy suddenly paralyzed herself, yet from all of the oddities that surrounded her their expectations should have lingered around just in case. For the most part they still saw her breathing, although as a ghost air became almost unnecessary. Her arms barely moved yet most of her color drained from her face. If push came to shove they could force the information out of her, but she didn't deserve it. Something happened to the shrunken one.

After what seemed like an eternity, even though in reality it only lasted a few seconds, they heard some very foreboding muttering from her end.

"No…no…not like this…please…please…"

"Easy there Nancy. Clearly you had an episode back there." Libby said. "I think we should probably-"

The conversation ended prematurely once the trunk they just came out of instantly burst open. The three of them screamed as Giant Molly's ghostly hand came out and attempted to grab them. They ran off right as her digits slammed down, but they only had a few split seconds before the rest of her came out.

"Quick! Into this trunk!" Scratch exclaimed as he pointed toward another nearby.

Libby and Nancy required no extra reiterations, so right as Scratch zipped inside the case the two girls followed behind. Libby still kept Nancy in one of her hands because after her near death experience on the baseball field she didn't want to risk her life again on that front. As they disappeared into the light inside the trunk, Giant Molly finally brought herself out into her mind again with the armies of Molly copies in tow.

"You can't hide as you still exist in my mind! I KNOW EVERYTHING THAT OCCURS IN HERE AND WHEN I PUT MY MIND TO IT, I ALWAYS GET WHAT I WANT!"

She never hesitated as her giant wraith self bolted straight into the trunk that the three rushed into, which surprisingly took her in easily despite her titanic size. The endless amounts of Molly copies ran in after her in droves like sheep, as they also wanted to eliminate Scratch, Libby, and Nancy on the grounds of being abominations of fake magic. Molly created those memories after all, and they desired to keep it fresh of contamination from extremely hated impostors. The chase continued.

They didn't just end it in one memory though. The three outsiders ended up pursued through multiples as the legions of Mollys never left them out of their sight. When they had their share of one memory, they got out and tried another. From trunk to trunk, they went memory hopping. They encountered moments of weirdness, whimsy, and the obviously joyous. One moment they ran through the woods past Howling Harriet, rushed through the festival of turnip, dashed across the middle school stage during a talent show, received chills in the snow from the Ice Princess, bolted down the corridors of the town hall after Molly became mayor, then even raced through the streets after Brighton helped Molly receive her house back. By the time they started to tire out, they already traversed through many, if not most, of Molly's personal memories from her time in Brighton. They paid less attention to the memories from before Molly arrived, but it didn't help their case against the hordes behind them. Giant Molly crashed upon buildings, punched the ground, sprouted giant flowers, and even opened her mouth in an attempt to eliminate the terrible fake magic trespassers through any means necessary. Scratch almost ended up incinerated by a blasted koala after Giant Molly shot one out and Libby barely avoided a rain of big eyed kittens throughout the pursuit. No matter which memory they tried to evade capture though, Giant Molly and her legions of regular sized Mollys always made sure to stay on top of them. The trip down Molly's memory lane was everything BUT graceful.

As they nearly tuckered themselves out from the last memory, the three leapt inside another trunk after they nearly avoided another confrontation from Giant Molly. The got away more thoroughly than the last time since the giant version of Molly didn't see them escape which offered the strictest grace period out there. They quickly took notice that they've arrived inside the school cafeteria again, and they've already witnessed the setting multiple times from many of Molly's previous memories. From the time she did the project on Abraham Lincoln to the moment where she signed up for the fundraiser to go against Andrea, the three saw their fair share of moments throughout Molly's memories that took place there. Since the copies went about their ways from how Molly remembered them and couldn't interact with the three at all, Libby and Scratch took a breather next to some snacking students eating their lunches. Libby's head nearly collapsed onto a paper bag next to her, but she quickly woke herself up once her head phased through it. For now, they had a moment to themselves away from the chaos of the ever pursuing Mollys.

"Yeesh! I thought we would NEVER lose them!" Scratch said as he wobbled in the air from exhaustion.

"Yeah. Molly really gets RELENTLESS over fake magic shenanigans." Libby said as she tried to catch her breath. "I never knew…she considered it THAT atrocious…to completely lose it on sight!"

"You and me both." Scratch replied. "I've only seen snippets here and there…so to see her true colors about the subject…"

For once, Nancy actually spoke up from Libby's hand. She stayed silent for the most part after she witnessed Giant Molly changing into her wraith self, and while most still remained she gained enough of her regular self back to talk again.

"She really…really hates us…for those superfluous reasons…" Nancy said. "Scratch…if you can make that portal…"

"Just…give me a minute, midget." Scratch said through deep breath. "I might have to…lay off those pizzas…on Fridays… Wait…what the heck…am I saying? I'm speaking…out of fatigue here!"

His ghostly form fell down before he hit his head on one of the table. He soon formed into a gelatinous mess as he relaxed for a while which basically left the incredibly scared Nancy on her own. She played it safe at first and set her tiny body against the edge of one of the table among all of the unflinching memory copies. Even though all of them, especially the females, towered over her like they ingested some growth cookies, they only acted how Molly remembered them and couldn't interact with her anyway. Because of the effects, Nancy felt a bit more safe in their midst. For once she leaned a bit out of her intense fear and took a moment to scan the memory around her to figure out which memory she found herself in now. They already ran through most of the times since Molly moved to Brighton along with a few glimpses into her times constantly traveling, so she guessed it may have carried less importance than others. After all, nothing too drastic occurred in the cafeteria from what Nancy saw throughout Molly's memories.

…until she saw a split image.

Her living, breathing self sat at an isolated table munching on a sandwich and drinking from a juice box. She even sat in her normal, unmodified height as if she never suffered a loss in size at all. As much as she wanted to appreciate a time where she didn't suffer such a drastic reduction, the sight alone brought the hardest implications as to which memory she found herself in. Her ectoplasm went cold as she felt her formless shape tense up and her middle section twist like a spring. She greatly shook while her breathing shortened into spasms, and yet her sight refused to pull away from the harsh foreboding signs of what would happen next. She saw herself all calm and collected by herself, and even though Molly may have misremembered some details like the size of her eyes and length of hair she pretty much remembered her initial shape almost perfectly.

Nancy watched in dire sorrow as she the memory unraveled further. She shook her head silently and lightly at first as the nostalgic copy of the girl who started it all made her way over to the open table where only she sat. As she sat down next to her Nancy's copy halted almost all of her actions, which Nancy remembered all too well, but Molly's memory actually kept an extra detail she would have never knew about. Nearby the Molly copy above her head a visible copy of her ghostly bestie floated in his typical stagnant, grumpy self. As it turned out the entire time during the fateful moment Scratch existed by Molly and such a fact eluded her the whole time. In retrospect, she lacked the ability to see him initially and really only gained the trait after the incident. Most of the ones who knew about her true whereabouts, including herself, found it very weird to know that she is currently the only one not related to the McGees or given it by Scratch to have the ability to see invisible ghosts out in the open. Even so, she should have expected it since Scratch still cursed himself to Molly at the time and couldn't go anywhere without her. As much of an interesting tidbit she saw with her own two eyes, it served as the disturbing start to what would eventually kick off all of the craziness ahead.

"You wasted so much time with this stupid friend thing, Molly. Look, this girl even appears like she wants her alone time!" the Scratch copy said.

Yet another light piece of information became known that Nancy initially missed, and she received another shortly after. She still saw herself all frozen and worried beyond belief, and because she refused to glance to her side toward Molly she missed a very fast glare toward Scratch that ended as soon as it started. Because one could have blinked and missed it she understood why she never knew about it, although because nobody in the cafeteria other than Molly could see Scratch it made sense why it lasted only for a split second. It almost appeared like a reactionary impulse toward his arrogance more than anything since Molly just moved to Brighton a few days ago since the fateful interaction. Still, even if she maintained a pristine eyesight she likely would have missed it anyway.

She definitely didn't miss the next part though.

"Ummmm, hi there. I haven't seen you around these last few days. What's your name?"

It began.

Nancy's head shook quicker as she watched her past self refuse to move or answer. Her ectoplasm lost all forms of feeling while she hovered blankly in the same direction toward the scene. She never even heard Libby and Scratch behind her as they brought themselves out of their relaxation time after the frantic chase from earlier.

Libby wiped her forehead of sweat before she glanced around herself and noticed her tiny companion missing.

"Nancy? Nancy?" Libby said as she scanned the nostalgic scene around her.

She wandered for a few steps until she averted her gaze in one particular direction…and felt her heart stop. Her eyes saw the past altercation near the back and the tiny speck of a ghost girl floating motionlessly nearby before she deduced everything Nancy concluded about.

"Oh no. Oh nonononono! Not this!"

Her desperation and anxiety escalated as Scratch, who just wrung out all of his excess sweat, got back up and saw the scene unfold. He didn't even need to say anything as it only took a frantic appearing Libby and the foreboding event between the Molly and Nancy copies to put two and two together.

"Oh shoot. That doesn't look good at all!"

With no hesitation, Libby and Scratch raced over to the stricken dot in the air as Molly's voice echoed through the area once again. Nancy couldn't move.

"Oh, well, I'll introduce myself first then. I'm Molly, or more specifically Molly McGee. I just moved here a few days ago and wanted to meet all of the locals, so…why not start at school, right? You know any cool places around here?"

As the memory continued before her Libby and Scratch arrived and instantly glanced down on her. Their mortified faces upon seeing her spelled out everything. Her ectoplasm felt brittle and crusty as color drained from her at every angle. Her breathing increased while she head shakes also picked up in speed. The pain from that fateful day ate away at her very being.

"Nancy! We've got to get out of here! Come on, I'll-"

As she talked, Libby reached out to grab Nancy and pull her back from the damaging memory. After she saw the ghost girl's face, she realized that she needed to pry Nancy's eyes off of the scene so she could find some time to calm her down. However, as her fingers attempted to snatch her…they phased right through. Her heart went from stopping to dropping as she attempted to grab her again only for her digits to completely miss her again. No matter how much she tried, Nancy stayed bolted on the spot in the air which increased Libby's anxiety. She knew everything inside one of Molly's memories stayed engraved in her mind and couldn't get changed, but suddenly Nancy now had the same trait.

"What?" Libby said as she attempted a few more times to no avail.

Eventually Scratch attempted to snatch Nancy since Libby kept failing, but he suffered the same outcome. The speck of a ghost girl completely phased right through his hand.

"Ohhhhhhkaaaaaay. Well, if you noticed any weird occurrences around me don't worry about it. I've…got some complications here and there but you seem like a nice girl. At least tell me your name, please?"

The memory reached the next part as the Molly copy continued to speak to the stiff Nancy copy for a response. Nancy herself continuously kept her entire being stuck firm to the scene as Libby and Scratch failed to pry her away. Her black color faded as her long ectoplasm hair deteriorated like decomposition. Her pupils minimized further and further while all sense of free will sapped away. From there thick tears dropped slowly as her shapeless blob of a ghost self tightened even more. One could have replaced with with a sculpture and everyone wouldn't have known the difference. More and more of the eleven year old emptied as the harsh nostalgia wave went on before her dead eyes.

The desperation between both Scratch and Libby increased as well.

"Midget! I know this may have triggered something, but you got to snap out of it! Just think about something else, ANYTHING ELSE!" Scratch urgently exclaimed.

Even the ghost most known for his grumpiness recognized the severity of her mood change and lent his support toward changing her out of it. However, no matter how many attempts they went for whether physically or emotionally, the cold speck of what once existed as a ghost girl stayed completely unaffected. More of her black color disappeared the more the scene unfolded.

"Is…is something wrong? You don't look so good."

The Nancy copy continued to keep her face away from the Molly copy, and Nancy knew why. Everything played out like a big screen movie, but Nancy never bought an entry ticket.

"If something is wrong I'm all ears. I can help if you just tell me."

Scratch and Libby continued to try and put her attention somewhere, but Nancy saw the writing on the wall. The tears that dripped down her eyes increased in frequency as the scene progressed.

"At least tell me something. Do you not want me here?"

"NANCY! PLEASE PUT YOU ATTENTION SOMEWHERE ELSE!" Libby screamed as she tirelessly moved her fingers around her.

Any kind of distraction only delayed the inevitable.

"Come on, at least tell me something to work with here!"

Her copy may have stayed still for the moment, but the real feelings underneath mirrored over to the gone speck of a floating ghost girl. Everything about her nearly ceased as her pupils became almost nonexistent to the waterfall of speed increasing tears. She didn't want to hear it, yet she lacked the power to stop it. The words prodded against her back until they waited for their moment to strike. Nothing but the crucial moments remained behind the curtain with all of the appetizers out of the way.

First, the introductions.

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…

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Then the followup.

Her copy stiffened considerably as it hastily covered its mouth. All of the other miscellaneous copies of other students caught on and brought there attentions over to the altercation. Nancy's head shook quicker and while she wanted to mutter something her spirit refused to allow such an action. She understood that she reached her breaking point at the time, but the factors around it made the whole situation much worse. Everyone wanted to understand the full picture, and yet Nancy despised the spotlight. Scratch and Libby kept at it to try and turn her attention somewhere else, but they fell on deaf ears. The memory stuck to her.

Next came the last buildup.

"Oh, so that's what's going on with you. I'm terribly sorry I gave you too much pressure, I never meant it, so I'll just, ummmmm…leave then. Well, uhhhhhh…good luck then I guess? Shoot, I shouldn't keep talking if I'm accidentally giving ammunition to the one next to-"

…then it hit the climax.

She couldn't close her eyes. The moment never left her. Everything crashed and burned. All of the vivid details haunted her. The trauma she gained escaped into endless numbers yet history repeated itself. Molly never forgot either and it played out like it ripped across her chest in a red mess. The cake, the fall, the…

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SPLAT!

She lost everything.

The laughter of the century made sure it resonated across the entire globe. Even the Scratch copy, who she initially never saw, erupted into one of the loudest cackling fits ever performed. She never forgot her expression in the most stunned and terrified fashion ever conceived by an eleven year old girl. All of the various colored splotches across her body and clothes perfectly exemplified her mindset from that moment forward. She never understood the utter enjoyment of her complete misery which only ended up worse once the moment hit the internet. Someone drove a drill straight through her heart and left the beating organ open until it spontaneously combusted from pressure. She existed as a rug that continuously got stepped on until she stopped moving altogether. Nothing worked as intended. Pain… More pain…

Everyone in that cafeteria tore her to shreds after Molly made the first move, and to see it a second time…hit hard.

She completely ceased all movements while her pupils completely vanished as the infamous expression across the Molly copy's face engraved into her head in a pair next to the original.

"No, I…I…I didn't mean to…"

Most of her life left her ectoplasm by the time her copy tried to pick herself up but slipped back into the ruined confectionery. Even as the Molly copy help out a hand to pick her back up, the Nancy copy completely ignored her before it fell backward again. By the time it stood back up, it ran off through the doors behind it and disappeared as a destroyed ruin of a young girl. Libby watched in horror at the final outcome while Scratch held back a few deep laughs behind his lips. After all that had happened that fateful day, seeing it a second time hammered in the points made about why Nancy considered Molly the worst. If her decisions carried any sort of meaningful sense the indescribable speck would have stood next to her at full height with no repercussions. Too bad she did what she did.

Libby's expression drained as the final pieces of the memory played out. She looked down at Nancy and her blank ectoplasm where she never moved. She had no idea if any amount of her remained or completely left at that point, for she understood just how hard Nancy took the incident to heart. She wanted to say something at first, but then something else hit her hearing. As the unbearable laughter echoed throughout the premises, something escaped the lips of the Molly copy. It took her by slight surprise.

"No. What…have I done?"

The nostalgic Molly copy fell to its knees as its arms went limp. Wrinkles formed under its eyes as the ruined copy of Nancy disappeared around the corner of the hallway. It lightly shook its head as its breathing slowed to a crawl. Soon after, throughout all of the echoes of laughter around it, it started to tear up. It then glanced down as the teacher stood almost stunned at the happening before it. It slapped its forehead as it left the ruined cake behind to gather the others and inform them about what happened. The Molly copy even looked down at her hands coated in frosting and cream as her tears fell upon them before she fell on them. She only heard snippets about the incident, but as Libby watched the scene from how Molly remembered it, she couldn't help but understand both sides. All this time she understood Nancy's struggles, but it seemed as if Molly took the incident almost as hard as her. She just moved in a few days ago before it happened, and even though she left a good first impression in that time her altercation with Nancy permanently stained her reputation. While she became a shining beacon of joy, she still kept a distinct black spot across her surface she never fully recovered from.

"HAHAHAHAHAH! Since when do the most perfect setups like that EVER happen?! Maybe I should hand you a cream pie next time! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

The Scratch copy completely bawled out laughing with everyone else in the cafeteria despite the Molly copy's sadness. While the actual Scratch may have held back on laughing for the most part, even he settled down a little bit once he heard his past self.

"Geez, my attitude really changed since then." Scratch said. "From heckler to companion…with a midget. Never in my afterlife would I have expected that."

"I don't think any of us did…except Molly." Libby responded as her mood dipped a bit. "Actually seeing the infamous incident instead of hearing about it…sort of bogs the mindset down. To think everyone STILL remembers and brings it up…"

"Blame that on Brighton and its unspectacular existence…until Molly showed up." Scratch stated. "This whole nostalgia trip has been really interesting, but maybe I should conjure up that-"

The ground immediately shot up from under them and snagged the three of them by their midsections. Libby and Scratch never saw it coming until the ground literally bound them in place like two giant jaws while the hollowed figure of Nancy never reacted in the slightest. While she may have evaded the other two from grabbing her out of the air, when the ground came up it never missed as it snared her. Their arms remained on their sides buried so they couldn't easily make their escapes, and Scratch couldn't get his Chairman robe to summon an exit portal. Within the most damaging memory Nancy ever recalled within Molly's mind, all three of them found themselves trapped.

Soon after they witnessed a particular set of giant pink eyes as they emerged from the ground before them.

"Peekaboo! I see you…not getting away!"

The scene around them slowly changed as the walls folded outward and the ceiling faded from existence. Everything else, including the copies from the memory, started off translucent after a few more seconds until they too vanished without a trace. The ground that kept the other three trapped remained as the gigantic figure of the once joyful wraith slowly extended higher and higher until she reached her full earth shattering height. The skies behind her oozed ghastly green and swirled around their spot like a world destroying whirlpool which Scratch recognized beyond the shadow of a doubt. The ground morphed and stretched as it bent into rather out of proportion shapes until it settled on a rather alarming presence. Straight out of the past, one massive podium kept all three of them stuck on the spot while a low hanging stand existed down below on a hovering large slab of rock. It meant only one specific area where a death defying occurrence took place, and to add insult to injury Scratch didn't even need any free hands to immediately put on his Chairman robe. Even so, he already had two giant eyes on him in case he tried any funny business, and she controlled everything in her mind anyways. From one side of existence to the next, the three instantly traveled from the world of the living to the Ghost World, or at least a version of it encased in Molly's memories.

Nancy still remained as a lifeless specter while the other two worriedly stared upward toward the giant ghost girl and her menacing face.

"Come on Mol! You can't do this to us!" Scratch exclaimed as she failed to move from the podium.

"Yes, I can. Evidently you fakes don't understand that I call the shots in here." Giant Molly said. "You wasted enough of my time so I just imagined to catch you so this stupid game can finally end…and to make sure you can't weasel your way out with a portal. I ALWAYS WIN HERE."

The huge ghost of the once joyful girl narrowed her eyes against her opposition as dozens of bleachers immediately appeared behind her where endless waves of Mollys along with other creatures and living objects she adored crowded the stands. The watched in anticipation at the final outcome toward the others that shouldn't have traveled inside the vast mindscape. Some even lightly cheered so Giant Molly could start their inevitable fates faster which further compounded Libby's and Scratch's moods. Nancy stayed completely immobile and unresponsive despite all of the hate against her and the other two. An active audience further intensified the situation in Giant Molly's favor.

The binds around Libby tightened which made her lightly yelp.

"If you just, nrrrgh, let us go we'll, nrrrgh, never disturb you again! We just came in for, nrrrrrrgh, Nancy after all!"

The huge wraith form of Giant Molly floated up close to Libby's helpless body and stared down at her with her massive asteroid pink eyes. She also put on one of the sliest smiles toward Libby's and Scratch's direction as her endlessly expansive scope made her appear like a deity.

"Oh, I can't just leave any vile fake magic unpunished. You three deserve to get wiped from existence with no extra charge, and I think I've come up with the most APPROPRIATE method to do so."

"By…by keeping us locked up tight in your mangled Ghost World reality?" Scratch said as he struggled to break free."

"Not just locked up tight, my fake best friend." Giant Molly stated. "Your actions of pure evil need one quick wipe. Because you carry a certain 'high authoritarian' position and are made up of total darkness, the most appropriate way would be for you to go through the exact same process along with you OTHER fake brethren!"

Libby and Scratch didn't quite understand what she meant at first, but she pretty much provided the answer a few seconds later. Giant Molly floated back a bit and glared down at the two before she raised up her right hand. As her powerful smile pierced their souls, she stuck up pone of her fingers and uttered one single word in the most innocent way possible.

"Boop!"

The memories immediately surged back to the two. The setting, the outfit on Scratch, and the green void all matched one specific time that changed their lives forever. Molly performed all of the heavy duty lifting while Libby watched her inactive body from the world of the living. If she never intervened Scratch would have never escaped from his terrible sentence, and yet Giant Molly placed him and Libby in the exact same spot as the one she completely annihilated that day. She fully intended to go through all of it again to completely destroy the ones she thought were created from fake magic, and the fact she planned for it spoke of her absolute hatred for the subject. One deadly touch and she'll completely erase both of them with the power of mangled joy. It satisfied her, but not her tiny targets.

Giant Molly's toothy wraith grin went straight as Libby and Scratch frantically pulled against their restraints.

"Consider this a blessing, for I initially thought of eating both of you. However, this blast from the past already made he anxious for your demises and I thought it sounded nice to humiliate you a bit before I erase you completely. Do you have a…PROBLEM WITH THAT?"

The distinct yellow aura blazed around the giant wraith girl's shape as her eyes displayed faint cinders underneath all of the pink. She also raised a fist up before the miniature three where Scratch and Libby instantly panicked even more. As for the crowds of Mollys, they cheered for their giant savior as she brandished her endless joy at them like the perfect weapon. Her endless joy combined with her gigantic presence left the ones trapped with nothing else but each other. Giant Molly made it clear that she controlled everything and dictated how they would perish because they dared to show themselves as fake magic impostors. She completely sealed their fates.

Libby and Scratch still tried to pry themselves loose as Giant Molly backed up and tightened a coated fist of golden joy. Her head tilted down for a moment which covered her eyes with her hair before she glared at the specks below.

"Joy is more powerful than misery will ever be…"

She floated down as her knuckle cracked which left the tiny group speechless as her golden light reflected in their terrified eyes. Giant Molly's look of determination matched the expression of her when she stared down the deadly leader of the Ghost World, but such a dangerous foe became replaced by others equally as terrible in her eyes. From their it seemed almost hopeless, as Scratch and Libby vigorously shook their heads and wept deeply as if to wake themselves from a bad dream. Molly may have wielded her resoluteness for the greater good of the undead at one point, but now she willingly used it to completely spring daisies for an injustice she thought of as the contrary.

She went for her next line.

"Don't tell me being friends with a ghost is wrong…"

Her right fist glowed with the power of deadly joy before she slowly reeled it back, which caused the audiences behind her to go wild. Libby and Scratch cried their hearts as if they knew it was the end.

As her eyes flared with fiery joy once again, Giant Molly finally stated her final words.

"YOU'RE WRONG!"

Libby and Scratch braced themselves for the end as Giant Molly's fist shot forward. Nothing compared to the sheer power of her unbridled joy and they knew first hand after the way she used it to save Scratch and the Ghost World. Whatever came into contact with her wraith form changed into something joyful, and she fully intended to obliterate the ones who took advantage of her kindness to play her out as an idiot. They fully deserved complete annihilation from her spectral happiness and the crowds of Mollys erupted in support for their giant friend. Molly's mind achieved their goal and wiped the three intruders from existence.

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Everyone thought she completely left, and yet she experienced everything the whole time.

By the thinness of a hair…

The last of it…

Molly's words toward Scratch when in his mind proved she only cared for ones she deemed fit for her support.

The plague of harsh mindscapes where Molly desired to crush her for friendship constantly reminded her of her complete uselessness.

The moment that started it all brought humiliation if only Molly left her alone.

All topped off with the one nightmare where she stood in place of the Chairman before wraith Molly blew her to smithereens.

Nobody understood.

The line thinned. Only one distinct sound.

Nobody understood.

The last string.

Nobody understood.

Thump…thump…

Thump…thump…

Thump…thump…

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Her eyelids refused to shutter open as if a blockade of boulders held them down. It required around a minute before she finally underwent the herculean task and barely cracked them open. Nothing else functioned and her window of sight left only portions around her available. Suffering intense exhaustion shouldn't have stood out as a big deal because of her spectral form, but her flabby jelly ectoplasm informed her otherwise. Everything about her being never went through such a brink before. She grew increasingly worried yet all of the forces in the universe made sure nothing worked. Even her speaking went mute and even then her mouth gained millions of pounds. The rest of her ghostly self escaped her field of vision so she had no idea how worse of a situation she found herself in. Nothing worked and kept her across the ground in…whatever state she was in.

She wanted to call out for Libby or Scratch but couldn't. Any sort of call for help went beyond her capabilities at the moment. Even the slight control she still kept in her eyes wedged entire mountains for every movement. From the slight slivers of sight she managed to obtain, the ground stayed cushy so she wouldn't have taken too much damage from a fall. She required several extra seconds before she could aim her eyes upward, and even through such obscured visuals she definitely made out something that absolutely horrified her to no end.

The massive figure of the Giant Molly wraith in a reeled back petrified submissive stance.

Most of her color completely left as she held out her huge hands forward. She still hovered in the air despite her frozen stance, but her pupils disappeared without a trace. The expression across her face probably shook Nancy the most, for she never saw Molly with such an emotion before. For the most part she stayed jolly and happy which kept her spirits high out of such negativity, but not as a completely stunned statue. From what she saw, Molly always kept such a feeling bottled up since Nancy had never seen her display it. She never knew Molly EVER thought such an emotion before, but her drained eyes told her otherwise. Molly displayed endless joy which made her out as a near unstoppable force, but now Nancy doubted that she ever maintained the title of invincible.

Her surroundings fared possibly an even worse fate. While she made out some of the trunks of Molly's memories and a couple of happy trees in the distance, all of their colors changed into dull gray. They too stayed frozen and petrified on the spot, which eventually lead to the assumption that everything else also suffered the same status. She made it out of the wretched memory though, yet everything other than her stayed put on the spot at the same time…whatever happened. The infinite crowds of Mollys that watched from the sidelines, along with all of the imaginary creatures she personally adored, mirrored the same traits as everything else. They stayed petrified, immobile, and drained off all color. All of them displayed different reactions, but the limited visuals left Nancy guessing more than anything. As much as she wanted to move and figure all of the weirdness out, her phantasmal goo gained millions of weights which left her embedded across the ground. It almost felt like the last frame of a black and white horror movie, and Nancy never knew if she took the starring lead.

From all of the still fears everywhere her heavily weighed eyes searched the area for the last two who came in after her. It required a lot of effort since she could barely see, but right out of the corner of her eye she saw them albeit a slight sliver of them. To add to all of the absolute terror around her, Libby and Scratch also showed identical signs to all of the petrified stillness everywhere. She saw no pupils as their paralyzed stances showed them greatly cowering at…something. Most of their color showed pure white as their poses showed their final moments before they found themselves frozen. She wondered if she also fell under the same umbrella, for it would explain why her ectoplasm refused to work. It appeared that everyone became affected under some kind of petrification, although the other details still eluded her.

No matter how much she tried to grab Libby's or Scratch's attention though, her own type of paralyzation held her back. At her current pace she likely had a better shot after a couple of hours, if not days, to break out and figure out what sort of craziness happened. However, a small sign finally came through in the form of a light twitch from Scratch's face. She wanted to cry out, yet her ghost self rejected it. She waited a few more minutes where Scratch's ectoplasm slowly came to and the rest of him began to move once more. His pupils stayed relatively small, but at least he started to finally move again.

The instant he set his sights on the ruined Nancy on the ground he hastily backed up. He shook his head in rejection before he turned his attention over to the stunned Libby. She required a few face slaps, conks on the noggin, and a loud yell before she too showed signs of life. She also required a few minutes, but she slowly stirred back into the world of the living as most of her color returned. Once she came too, Scratch pointed down toward the stricken Nancy where she too backed up against front of a tree. Their behavior baffled Nancy who still couldn't move except for her eyes. Their first few moments awake and they already acted like how their frozen stances predicted.

Libby mumbled some incoherent nonsense while Scratch remained on edge.

"No…no…no way…" Libby gravely stuttered.

"Never…in all my afterlife…all…in my afterlife…" Scratch greatly stuttered as he repeatedly shook his head.

They pretty much embedded themselves into the back of the tree as they focused precisely on the heap of a speck below them. She still couldn't respond back from her current immobile status.

"You should…probably head up…first." Scratch worriedly said as he gripped like tree like her owned it.

Libby instantly shot him a dirty look.

"Oh nonononono! Not now, buster! You've already died, so YOU GO!"

Scratch instantly retorted back.

"Yeah, I don't think so. I brought us here, so without me you'll lose you only exit! Now GET GOING!"

Scratch deeply frowned at Libby who mirrored him, but after a few seconds she slowly fell off. She took a deep breath and gazed back at the wrecked dot of a girl while the rest of the scene around her remained petrified and immovable. She composed herself for a few seconds as Nancy felt her strong footsteps as she walked up to her. The ghost girl fully expected her to reach down and pluck her off of the ground since she couldn't do so herself at the moment, but such expectations caught fire instantly. Nancy laid completely helpless as her very limited sight caught the horrid image of Libby as she lifted the front side of one of her boots and kept it right over the incomprehensible speck. It cast a very dark shadow over her and stirred Nancy's pure terror underneath her decimated heap. Libby never resorted to such a heinous action before, but she perfectly exemplified such a stark wayward mindset the moment she hovered her massive boot over her like an inconsequential bug. Nothing worked for the tiny dot of a girl so she couldn't scream or convince her to stop. Libby went completely rogue straightaway and desired to crush her in one strong stomp.

The ground rumbled around her as Libby leaned her boot down like a huge cliff moved across the landscape. Clumps of dirt disappeared under her step while the shadow went darker until she literally kept her entire piece of footwear a hair's length away from Nancy's squishy ghost self. Bits of gravel dropped from the bottom of her boot like the upper maw of a carnivore, and she only needed one final finished touch to step all across the immobilized ghost girl. No matter how much she tried though, Nancy couldn't do anything to possibly snap her out of it. The tiniest of treads across Libby's boot hanged right over Nancy's stuck head, and the tiny ghost lacked the ability to scream or yell in fear. It really seemed like Libby wanted her as nothing but a sticky piece across the bottom of her foot for eternity. From there, Nancy's closed her eyes and waited for the final outcome. Once again, someone greatly bigger than her prioritized their ideals over hers.

Nancy kept her eyes shut tightly, but then she found the shadow over her fade. From there, she lighted her two ton weights for eyes again and saw the gigantic stature of Libby as she withdrew her boot from crushing her. Her pupils contracted as she pulled back and twiddled her fingers while Scratch worriedly floated up.

"Libby, you…almost…" Scratch said as he cringed once he glanced down at Nancy.

"I…I can't do it." Libby said. "Deep down she deserves elimination…but Molly wouldn't want it. Besides, she likely would have stopped me…if she were here."

"Well…you know she sort of is…because of this location." Scratch replied as he motioned to the frozen Molly copies behind them, including Giant Molly.

"You know what I mean, Scratch." Libby said. "Let's just…get out of here before they start moving again. We have…the moment to escape after all."

"Oh, uhhhh, right! I, ummmmm, almost forgot!" Scratch said. "My brain sort of got…mixed up a bit there…"

Libby and Scratch glanced down and the immobile Nancy once again. She gazed back up at them in complete disbelief despite her paralysis. She couldn't believe that Molly's best friends went against her in an instant, although the more she thought about it her ghostly self would have likely stomached the blow for the most part. From all of the gray frozen assets around her, including all of the Molly copies that wanted her gone, she…couldn't figure it out. What sort of tomfoolery completely flipped the script and suddenly made some of her closest supporters into her vilest enemies? What would have happened if Molly stuck around for the insanity? So many thoughts buried her in question that gave Nancy a headache, but at least she finally found her exit out of Molly's crazy mind.

She watched as Libby hesitated a bit before she reached down toward Nancy while Scratch brought out his Chairman robe.

---

Molly kept her jaws on her pillow as she salivated all across it. She shoved about half into her mouth and munched on it like the large chewy marshmallow she saw it as. Despite placing her tongue over almost everything she could get her hands on, she didn't actually swallow anything because they "didn't taste right". She ran all across the house for something absolutely delectable, and even though her eyes scanned over actual food in the kitchen she mostly set her sights on something else…like a faucet. Eventually she settled on a few of her plushies which ended up chewed in more ways than one, including her special elephant that barked when you squeezed it. From toilet paper, a model airplane, to even her dad's car keys she shoved almost every single household object into her mouth at some point. All of them displayed the most delectable attributes that made her want to ultimately eat them, for they just practically begged for her sense of taste. The entire McGee household became the greatest of buffets as it became her oyster, which Molly would have likely eaten at one point.

"Hafffff offffferth theth thewetthhhh fithhhhhhhith!" Molly exclaimed as the pillow stayed halfway stuck in her mouth.

At that point the taste wore off and she spat the pillow back onto her bed. The entire half remained coated in saliva as a very distraught and hungry Molly put her back against the wall. Her stomach rumbled for something tasty and everything so far didn't satisfy her.

"Urrrgh! I'm so darn HUNGRY! Where does a girl like me have to go for some GRUB around here?!"

"I don't care at all."

Her ears perked up before she turned toward the source of the voice. Once she focused a bit more on a certain spot on her shelf her eyes expanded. Sparkles formed in her her eyes while she lit up like a birthday cake at potentially the tastiest looking chicken nugget in existence. The crispy brown outer coating, the crunchiest of exteriors, and the juiciest of flavors ultimately left Molly elated for her own delectable time of her life. She basked in its glow as her body shot up and her mouth drooled endlessly. She stared down the tastiest treat from the heavens and held her cheeks from pure amazement for a few seconds before she snatched it into her grasp. She would eat it like the joyous girl starved for something tasty.

Little did she know though that she actually didn't grab the tastiest chicken nugget, but Nancy's separated body who cared about absolutely nothing.

Her body's head tilted back and drooled blankly as Molly eyed down the speck with insatiable hunger. Nothing but the perfect snack displayed in Molly's eyes as she couldn't wait any longer.

"Over the teeth and past the gums! Look out tummy, HERE IT COMES!"

Her stomach growled and rumbled once again as if it goaded her to go for it. Molly giggled to herself one more time before she moved her hand closer to her open mouth. She fully intended to swallow unlike the other times, for she knew the most delectable of foods automatically ran the taste buds like paradise. Into her body the chicken nugget would go.

As she just about prepared herself to chow down, a portal opened up near her bed. From it the three that traversed through her mind finally made it back in one piece. Libby and Scratch still felt shivers while Nancy still remained immobile in Libby's hand. The instant they looked toward Molly they realized what she intended to do which caused Libby to shout.

"MOLLY! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!"

Her loud exclamation suddenly made the girl pause. She just about stuck Nancy's body into her mouth and prepared to let go when the words hit. Molly glanced over to the three for a few seconds before she looked down toward her hand. Wires that stayed disconnected for days slowly joined together which slowly made Molly pull her hand back. The image she once distinguished as the most delicious chicken nugget sluggishly shifted back into the shape of the separated speck who lacked a soul. Her mood shifted again, but not to one of her more unexpected phases.

"What the… Sweet baby corn! Nancy split from her body again! That must also mean… OH SWEETER BABY CORN, I ALMOST ATE NANCY'S BODY!"

She hastily backed up and placed the soulless body of Nancy on her bed while the others ran over. They already received indications that they solved her troubles, but it didn't hurt to reaffirm their suspicions.

"Yup. I'm definitely seeing the Molly I know and love." Scratch said as the portal behind them closed. "Don't feel clogged in the brain anymore?"

Molly looked over at them with wider eyes than normal, but she settled down somewhat after a few seconds.

"As spiffy and enhappifyingly like I usually am! Whatever you did in there, well, I CAN'T CONTAIN MY JOY ANY LONGER!"

Without any hesitation behind her, Molly leapt off of her bed, which almost launched Nancy's body off, and gave both Scratch and Libby one of her most "enhappifying" hugs she could muster. The two felt a warm feeling in their hearts as they embraced her back in one large gratifying group hug.

"Thank you so much for the help. I feel so happy to know I have friends like you!"

"Awwww, no worries Molly! Friends help each other out, and I couldn't ignore you." Libby said.

"From my mind to yours…I think I'm done spelunking through minds for a while." Scratch replied. "No offense, but I can only take so much of your sugary tendencies before I start to scream internally…like the craziness behind the midget's shrinkage."

"Oh, right. Almost forgot the reason…you two went into my mind in the first place." Molly said. "So you got her out then?"

Libby and Scratch stared at each other for a few seconds and shuddered before Libby stuck her right hand out. Once she opened it the incredibly worn and stiff heap of wraith Nancy showed up in the palm of her hand which made Molly slightly leap in surprise.

"Yikes! Did someone run her over with a bulldozer or something?! She looks…terrible!"

Nancy would have shot Molly a very sharp glare is she could still move. She managed to lightly gargle underneath her still mouth, but nothing too comprehensible.

"Well, uhhhhhhh…" Libby said as she stared Scratch worriedly in the eyes again.

"Ummmm…" Scratch stuttered as he tried to come up with something. "Can we, errrrrrr, join her back up with her body first?"

Molly's back went straight for a second.

"Oh, uhhhhhhh, right! She should probably get back to the land of the living before we discuss further."

Libby and Scratch took deep breaths as Libby walked on over to Molly's bed where the speck of Nancy's separated body stood lifeless and still. She got on her knees before she held her hand out forward and slowly tilted it until the still blob of a ghost girl plopped down next to it. They watched to see if Nancy's wraith self would join back up, but her stiff statue like ectoplasm refused to work. She gargled again for some assistance while her empty body drearily stared down at her.

"She gets it…because life is empty…" Nancy's body blankly said.

Once they saw she wouldn't get anywhere in her current state, Molly brought herself to her knees and brought one of her gigantic fingers forward. Using the lightest taps possible, Molly moved the sloppy blob of a ghost girl closer to her empty body until it made contact and disappeared inside. From there Nancy's color returned as she stirred back to life, but it remained short lived as she collapsed back onto the bed in the most worn out conditions she ever displayed. Her heart rate skyrocketed as most of the weight from her downed state carried over to her living self. She rejoined back with her body, but everything still felt like something weighed her down.

"It hurts…I can…barely…"

At least she gained her speech back.

Her entire body slumped across the covers, which equaled basically nothing due to her tiny stature, as she felt like she held on for dear life at the edge of a cliff. She watched as Molly's giant eyes kept watch on her before she turned around toward Scratch and Libby.

"Okay, what happened in there? She couldn't have suffered THIS badly since you looked out for her these last couple of days."

For Libby and Scratch it sounded rather routine, but for Nancy she couldn't believe her ears. All the time spent in Molly's mind due to the constant pestering for her to stay equated to entire days in the real world. If she'd known about such a fact sooner her reluctance may have tipped the scales a bit in its favor. If the Mollys never constantly begged for her cooperation she likely would have left much sooner. Even though she felt a bit miffed to know such a fact, she didn't think too much about it. Whatever Molly thought of inside her mind became reality, and if time slowed to a crawl because she decreed it Nancy couldn't question it too much.

Molly's human and spectral buddies instantly clammed and backed away once she addressed the obvious. Much of Libby's hair stood on end for a split second while Scratch bit his bottom lip and placed his hand behind his back. They briefly glanced over to the exhausted heap of a dot named Nancy before they looked each other straight in the eyes.

"You should tell her. I almost made a drastic decision back there." Libby said.

For once, Scratch didn't retort back. For someone like him who desired to have his way most of the time it caught Molly and Nancy off guard a bit, although the shrunken one failed to react. He disdainfully frowned for a split second before he switched back to intense nervousness, and the way Molly stared at him left a very strict impression. He couldn't escape what he needed to inform her about. Either he got out in one piece, or he would never hear the end of it.

The ghost closed his eyes for a few seconds before he dropped a bomb in Molly's room.

"Mol…we have to get rid of the midget."

If their previous words failed to affect them, Scratch's final remark definitely did the trick. Molly's eyes opened wide and while Nancy's couldn't move much she mustered up a strong gasp underneath. He sounded so backwards compared to his "submissive assistance" when it came to solving Nancy's miniaturization. He didn't one hundred percent admit it, but he helped figure things out on the sidelines. To hear him suddenly have resilience made him out like someone even crazier than Molly…or Olivia whenever they run into her.

Molly intensely shook her head as she glared at Scratch.

"WHAT?! Have you eaten too many of those oatmeal cookies again? We promised to change her back since the beginning!"

Scratch stared at her straight for a few seconds.

"Okay. I know I go crazy whenever you mother comes back with those goods, but I'm acting serious for once. We CAN'T continue this."

Nancy watched completely silent and still as Molly couldn't believe her ears. She shot a gaze over to Libby next to Scratch, and she echoed the same sentiments.

"I'm very sorry Molly…but I have to agree."

The look of desperation spread across Molly's face.

"You…too Libby? I…I don't understand."

Libby glanced downward and rubbed her arm in a rather tepid fashion. Her frown reflected over to Scratch who floated close and stayed pretty mute on the subject.

"Molly…something happened in your mind."

"Really? What?" Molly asked as she lightly panicked. "Did you mess with me in there and I not my full self?! Am I not as joyful as I was before?!"

"No, we didn't screw anything up." Scratch replied. "It's just…you see…"

His ectoplasm sagged before she put his hands behind his back and briefly looked over to the still speck on Molly's bed. Nancy's stiff wreck of a body stared back but because she saw warning signs in his eyes she kept her mouth shut despite regaining her ability to speak.

"I'm sorry Molly, but I don't want to traumatize you. If you really witnessed what happened…"

"Then tell me! Whatever you saw in there, I can handle it!" Molly remarked.

Libby anxiously shook her head and clenched her teeth for a second.

"No…you can't." Libby said rather cautiously. "Even a simple description… My apologies, but I can't say anything more. We HAVE to ditch her."

Molly locked eyes with the stiff Nancy for a few seconds as the two matched their feelings of disbelief.

"But…but friends don't keep secrets from each other!" Molly responded. "You can't just withhold information from me…the leader of the MISSION Squad! I formed everything JUST FOR HER!"

"Then maybe you should disband it." Libby stated as she cowered a bit.

Molly gasped.

"Have you also…eaten those oatmeal cookies?! I would never-"

"You have to trust us on this. You think we want to hold back so much? THE MIDGET MUST GO." Scratch interrupted sternly.

Molly just gazed at the two while emotionally drained, and Nancy feared for the worst. She also lacked any insight, and yet something put her into center stage once again. Only the images from after resonated in her head, so everything else completely eluded her. To hear faint and foreboding signs from Scratch and Libby made everything a million times worse, and for them to completely hide the details even from Molly brought some very underlying tension. Like Molly stated, friends don't keep secrets from each other. Unfortunately, they went against such a term for seemingly no reason. For their final decision to completely ditch her, it sounded almost like she became the most hated one in existence.

Nancy watched as Molly went silent for a few moments while she stared Scratch and Libby in the eyes.

"I don't know why you want to keep the details to yourselves…especially after everything we went through. I can't believe a single incident would completely change your perspective about her."

"This hurts us more than it-"

"LET ME FINISH, SCRATCH."

For someone of her personality to go strict in a millisecond against someone she called a friend stunned the others around her. She typically kept up her bubbly and active attitude toward everything, but after bombshell after bombshell they struck her enough times. For once, she desired to have full attention in a serious manner. She even held up a finger against Scratch as if to silence him on the spot. In a rarity, Molly meant business.

She continued.

"As much as I want to figure out what caused you two to act like this, you have your reasons nonetheless. If Nancy deserves to not stay here any longer, then that would be your decision. I'd usually not think too much about it and listen to your cautious words, especially because I consider both of you my everlasting besties. In retrospect I should probably listen to your advice more often to avoid these dangerous pitfalls…"

Nancy's stiff and immobile body shuddered as she listened it, but before she knew it Molly quickly faced her with one of her infectious yet joyous smiles.

"…but I made a promise."

She silently watched as Molly's gigantic figure walked over and carefully reached down to her. She used her bed covers to put Nancy over her fingers before she fell safely into her palm. With the still yet stiff downed Nancy in her hand she walked back over to the other two and held her before them.

"She never deserved to cross paths with me in this way. Clearly more happened to her than just a simple shrinkage, and nobody else BUT me can figure it out. Sure, a couple of months passed but nobody has ever heard of this phenomenon before, even in the Ghost World, but no matter how long it takes for some inkling of a possible lead to appear I'll always stay right beside her. If you want to kick Nancy out because of something you saw in my mind, well, I guess you'll have to kick me out too. Friends stick together to the very end."

Nancy had to give it to Molly for constantly messing with her emotions. On one hand she ruined her, turned her into the laughing stock of the century, and reduced her in size all in a single day. However, she also stayed by her side no matter what happened, took her in when she literally had nowhere to go as a tiny speck, and made it her duty to change her back to normal despite the months of no progress. Her feelings clashed for dominance that made her head spin, and yet her body worked against her to keep her stuck on the spot. Both Scratch and Libby appeared to not change their stance at first so it seemed reasonable to fall in the same crowd, yet equal feelings split her to Molly at the same time. So many conflicting feelings bottled up in one shrunken package strained Nancy and left her with more questions than answers. She absolutely despised Molly for what she did, but a portion of her sanity held back on total hatred.

The three friends above her stared each other strongly in the eyes for a few seconds until one came out on top. Scratch and Libby may have stood diligent by their beliefs, but even they soon faltered slightly in their eyes as the tension eased off a bit. Libby spoke first while her head dipped down.

"I seriously think you've made a grave mistake. I want to tell you, but…I just can't unless I deliberately want to sever our close connections. While I don't think I'll ever feel the same about Nancy anymore, you speak the truth. She DOES have something wrong beyond her reduction."

Scratch rubbed the back of his head for a few seconds before he added his two cents.

"I'm still extremely adamant about getting rid of her. Don't get me wrong, for I want to remind myself of the time before, well…what I saw in your mind. Unfortunately, I can't do that and it will stick with me…but I can't go back on you Mol. As much as I truly believe the midget deserves to go, if we figure everything out about her then maybe I'll finally get to rest from the craziness. I mean, I detested you at first and now look at me!"

The strictness in Molly's eyes dipped until they recognized her brightness underneath. Even though they really wanted Nancy gone, they sort of also agreed to figure out what happened with Molly at the helm. They knew they likely chose the wrong path, but they still had each other all the way. The MISSION Squad escaped a premature end even though their instincts told them to abolish it. Friends made their lives better, and Molly lead them into their own open friend circle.

"Thanks for sticking with me, you two. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Well, you said it yourself. Friends always look out for each other." Libby said.

"Even on the supernatural side, I might add!" Scratch added. "It…may take some time to…get over what we saw though…if possible."

"Take as much time as you need as long as you give your one hundred percent to the MISSION SQUAD!" Molly said.

"Th…thanks…for everything…"

She never realized words escaped her lips up she suddenly found all of the planet sized eyes above stare down at her. Nancy still remained greatly tired out and stiff, but she gained her ability to speak again which she nearly forgot about. She clammed up a bit soon after, but not as tightly as she usually did. Because she somewhat knew the giant ones above her and understood that they wouldn't hurt her she eased up just a little. While still greatly scared for her life, at least she knew some who stood on her side…with their massive shoes behind her.

Libby or Scratch likely would have spoken first, but Molly beat them to the punch. Before Nancy even knew it, one of Molly's massive fingers lightly touched her backside while the giant girl herself gazed down at her in the most sympathetic of expression.

"Hey, I'm here for ya. No matter what, you got me."

What started as a strike to the throat reappeared as a light rub of pure friendship. The vault tapped lightly which only sounded out for a split second. While faint, Nancy heard it. Did she know she listened in while still stuck in her head? As much as she hated Molly for what she did, she never completely went out of her way to destroy her. Even as an indescribable dot in the middle of her hand, she still showered condolences and support toward her cause. Her head filled with clouds of gray matter and yet a small light shined through. To think she actually brandished the blade at her throat at one point and now used it to butter toast appeared ironic yet completely flipped on its head. She understood why Scratch crumbled yet also why she still put up resilience. While not the most extravagant of progress, Molly uttered small keys which unlocked two of the millions across her door.

Nancy wanted to cry and dig her face somewhere safe, but her still body prevented it.

"I…appreciate it…" Nancy stuttered.

"As much as I want to forget everything from inside Molly's head…I guess it helps reaffirm a certain theory." Libby said.

"Really? What?" Molly asked as she curiously tilted her head.

"Oh, just the topic I looked over when combing through book after book. Ollie brought some interesting tidbits I initially missed, and while I wanted to keep everything under wraps until we solidified the facts more…after what me and Scratch saw I just have to get it out."

"Normally I wouldn't care so much, but as the only other witness…I completely understand your urgency." Scratch said.

After another moment of brief silence, Libby finally laid the groundwork for one of her hypotheses about the weirdness around Nancy and her shrunken status.

"…I think someone may have cursed her."

---

After everything they went through, deep within the confines of Molly's mind, all of the Molly copies, living stuffed plushies, and all of her favorite animals also stirred awake after a set amount of time. The first ones to awaken immediately heaved anyone still stiff and frozen and hauled them to the ever helpful Molly hospital, complete with visuals fit for her upbeat and bubbly personality. They always had open spaces for everyone, and that included the biggest Molly inside her mind, so they went into overdrive to make sure everyone ended up treated for their sudden paralyzation. Once any rigid patient slowly came awake, the other Mollys did everything they could to make their stay extra joyful. A dedicated portion of Mollys dealt with the living plush animals plus all of the adorable animals she loved so much. In the real world she likely would found herself behind bars for impersonating a doctor, but such rules didn't apply in the mindscape.

Libby may have appreciated working with any of the stuffed sheep plushies though.

A few hundred Mollys became required to haul Giant Molly to her own personal quarters. Because of her gigantic status, she needed her own personal room sized up in proportion to her. While it shared many of the same choices of decorations, the fact that all of them completely towered over everyone certainly made Giant Molly's room unique. A few Mollys in doctor attires became assigned Giant Molly duty while others focused on the normal sized ones. They smiled as multiple Mollys in their chairs woke up from their rigid stases. Even so, Giant Molly awaited…which lead to a conversation toward who will go in first.

"I'm the wisest one here, so I should go in first."

"Unh unh! You call yourself smart? I can examine a patient with my eyes closed!"

"Then how would you know if anything was wrong? Clearly my support eclipses yours."

"Did someone hit you on the head as you stood petrified? You couldn't take your eyes off of that unicorn on the way in!"

"Hey, you would have easily done the exact same thing if given the chance. We're ALL Molly after all."

"Fine then. How about ALL of us go in at the same time?"

The three Mollys stared at each other for a bit before they happily nodded. With that said, all of them approached the normal sized door and grasped the doorknob. In one fell push, it flew open as the Mollys piled into the humongous room fit for a giant version of them. They saw Giant Molly, back in her human body, all comfy in her titanic bed while she gazed into her huge phone across the Enhappify network. The three small doctor Molly looked at each other and nodded before they walked over to a nearby ladder next to the bed and climbed up. They nearly exhausted themselves on the way up from the length alone until they managed to crawl atop a nearby cabinet near Giant Molly's face. Of course they saw Social Media Molly plastered all over the front page of the site from the massive phone, but they had other Mollys to attend to. They needed an update from Giant Molly herself.

"Ummmm, excuse me Giant Molly."

The gigantic representation of Molly tilted her head up from her phone and over to the barely visible specks on the cabinet next to her.

"Yes? What?" Giant Molly asked.

"We just want to know if all of the paralysis wore off." another doctor Molly said. "We ran down the list and you just so happened to be next."

Giant Molly rolled her eyes a bit upward and put a finger on her chin.

"For the most part, I'm back to my old self. I don't THINK I have any rigid spots anymore."

"Oh, good!" the third doctor Molly said. "After all of us went overboard I can't imagine anywhere in here without your ginormous self as a last resort."

"Aww, thanks!" Giant Molly replied.

"Even though everything went south very quickly, I can conclude that we misjudged those three visitors." another doctor Molly said. "We definitely saw the real deals and not impostors."

"I'm pretty sure everyone in here agreed on that answer once their petrification wore off." the third doctor Molly said before she held the sides of her head. "I can't believe we completely BOTCHED the once in a lifetime moment trying to destroy them! We could have showered them with joy and happiness, but we BIT THE HAND THAT FED US!"

The particular Molly copy clambered the sides of her head and almost went into a fetal position until the other two Molly stopped.

"Easy there! If they somehow make it back here we know not to completely destroy them on the spot! I mean, we managed to convince Nancy to stay-"

"No. They still deserve annihilation."

The three doctor Mollys perked up a bit upon hearing the certain words and stood stiff before they looked up. None other than Giant Molly herself provided such a statement, and she placed her phone to the side so they would know her seriousness.

"Uhhhhhh, I…don't think we should do that…" one of the doctor Mollys replied rather tepidly. "We don't want to…make the same mistake twice."

"Yeah, uhhhhhhh, what she said!" another doctor Molly reiterated.

"You haven't…stayed around Crazy Molly too much, right?" the third doctor Molly asked nervously. "You know her and her outrageous superstitions-"

Before the three Mollys knew what hit them, Giant Molly reached out, snatched the three, then kept them bound between her gargantuan fingers. She stared down at the tiny dots within her digits with her galaxy sized eyes while her captives sweated profusely from their sheer amount of fear.

"I'm…dead…serious." Giant Molly said as her pitch slightly dipped. "After what happened back there…that tiny dot of Nancy needs the most amount of joy stuffed STRAIGHT THROUGH HER CHEST."

"B-b-b-b-b-but…that's n-n-n-n-n-not…nice!" one of the doctor Mollys said while she trembled. "We don't…d-d-d-d-d-desire…to hurt others!"

"Oh, I consider this possibly the greatest form of generosity." Giant Molly responded. "One large surge of joy and I'll completely change her for the better! You may not understand the severity of what happened, but I did. I'll turn her frown upside down in no time flat!"

The other three regular sized Mollys in Giant Molly's hand gazed up at her like she completely lost her marbles. Everyone else let bygones be bygones and left the incident behind them as a consequence of their drastic measures, but the biggest of the bunch never let it go. Because of her status she definitely held the size to do it, which unnerved the other Mollys to say the least. At that point they didn't know if Crazy Molly had a twin the entire time, but they knew she needed to stay in treatment for a lot longer than the others. Giant Molly clearly lost it.

"Okay, uhhhhhh…" one of the doctor Mollys stuttered. "We'll…keep you here for at least a few more…days…"

"We'll also…give Nancy your condolences…if she ever comes back, heheheheh…" another doctor Molly said while she tepidly chuckled to soothe the mood.

From there Giant Molly quickly expressed Molly's happy recognizable smile.

"Oh, she'll be back. If the incidents on the outside taught us anything, once Molly splits and becomes a wraith at any point, well, I guess we'll have another visit from the outside. Let's just say…I'll welcome her back PERSONALLY."

Despite the great amount of joy from Giant Molly's smile, the other three regular sized Mollys certainly felt something different from it. The amount of warning signs alone caused them to lightly whimper even though the titanic version of Molly intended to not hurt them. She likely would have continued to ramble on about her intentions to "fix" Nancy whenever the shrunken one finds herself inside Molly's mind again, but before she could a portion of the wall near the floor burst and left a large hole, in proportion to the regular sized Mollys, behind. As the others sat dumbfounded, another regular sized Molly screeched to a halt on her unicorn and frantically swiveled her head everywhere. Molly's mind had more of its fair share of craziness.

The Molly copy's hair stuck up in more places than one while her unicorn settled down.

"I ran through ENTIRE CITIES and trekked over NUMEROUS LANDMARKS to get here, but I finally made it! What did I miss?!"

The other Mollys in the room stared at her all dumbstruck before they shook their heads and slapped their foreheads.

The Ghost and Molly McGee!