For Snatcher, it was a normal day in Subcon Forest. He got some new contracts for some unsuspecting sucker to sign, Hat Kid was busy with DJ Grooves and Queen Vanessa Crazy was no where to be seen. He could finally finish that one book that he had been waiting to read. However, all ideas of peace went out the window when he felt that someone was in HIS forest.

Eyes narrowed, he quickly teleported to a part of the forest where most people ended up…but to his surprise, there was nothing there. Snatcher growled. No one escaped HIS forest. At least not in one piece. He looked around, trying to see if they had left some kind of clue or hint as to who or what they were. Suddenly, he felt what felt to be a very strong pull at his ghostly tail.

The pull caught him off guard as he was dragged into a black and purple swirling portal. Snatcher panicked. This was a first to him…and this is coming from someone who got their ghostly butt whooped by a CHILD. He grabbed onto a nearby tree, holding onto dear…death, and hoping that whoever it was pulling him in would give up. Unfortunately, the pulling not only got stronger, but the tree began to get melt.

Snatcher was starting to think he was losing it, as the tree was now fully melted into a puddle, and he was dragged into the portal. The ghost could only look up as he saw the night sky of Subcon Forest above him, as he was dragged deeper and deeper. When the pulling finally stopped, he was relieved when he finally was let go…until he got a good look at where he actually was.

He found himself inside of a giant mansion, with a lot of decor that reminded him a lot of eyes. Snatcher, however didn't care. Mansions meant one thing: HER. Panicking, he floated into a nearby room, just in case she decided to come out and put him through his own trauma again. "HOOHOO! It worked!" A loud voice hooted. Snatcher raised an eyebrow. That…didn't sound like Vanessa.

Turning around, he found himself staring into two orange eyes…that looked like the person who owned them had lost their mind. The "person" in question…turned out not to be a person at all! It was in fact another ghost, as black as night…and if he could guess, this ghost appeared to be an owl. "I can't believe it actually worked! I wasn't sure if you could leave that forest of yours!" It said, a smile on its face.

Snatcher's confusion turned to frustration "Wait. YOU'RE the one that grabbed me?" He asked. The owl nodded enthusiastically, as if he was PROUD of what he did "Yep! That was me!" He said. Now Snatcher's frustration turned to anger. "WHY?!" He shouted, his voice making the room shake. The owl didn't even flinch as he said "Why! For the party of course!".

Snapping a talon, the room around them seemingly came to life. Multiple orange ghosts appeared as some appeared to dance, others chatting with other ghosts, some even eating the…very questionable food that sat on a floating snack table. Snatcher could feel his eye twitch. He was not…No…he was NEVER a party person. If anything, he hated parties. He never went to the ones that that penguin threw, and he wasn't going to stay at this one.

Turning around, Snatcher attempted to open the door and leave the party room, only to find himself face to face with that owl ghost again "Wrong way! The party is THIS way!" He said, the gem on his pink vest seemingly getting brighter. Snatcher could feel powerful magic from it as he Now found himself in front of the snack table. All of the food seemingly drenched in some kind of green liquid (presumably poison).

Snatcher shook his head, Did that owl just…it didn't matter, he wanted out. Floating away from the snack table, he turned around to find the owl in front of him again "You haven't even had anything to eat yet!" He said. Snatcher groaned "Look. I'm not a party person. I never liked parties. Not when I was alive and certainly not now." He said, hoping that the owl ghost would get it through his head.

Unfortunately, he got his answer in the form of the owl ghost laughing an hooting uncontrollably at his words "HOO HOOHOOHOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! 'Not a party person!' Now THAT is the funniest thing I've ever heard a ghost say! You're gonna fit in here just fine!" He said, now giving Snatcher a VERY unwanted hug. The contract maker teleported away, hoping to find another way out of the mansion.

However, This place didn't seem…natural. Every time he tried to leave that mansion, he would just find himself right back in the party room. Sometimes in even MORE undignified positions. Going through windows just landed him on the dance floor while exiting through the door landed him in another room, where a full tea party awaited him…along with that owl ghost AGAIN.

Snatcher sighed… This was NOT how he wanted to spend his nigh