Another day, another chapter, I suppose. Schedules been a little been weird, but things are still going good. Also, glad to say that this fic has officially hit above 100,000 words, which is a record for me when it comes to fics!

Not much to say on this one other then it's still going. Eventually we'll reach the specials soon enough, though in the order I say they do. Hopefully you all enjoy it and that you all have a good day!

Ed was starting to wonder if that session with the cheer hexers actually helped or not, but it appeared to have some effect. He hadn't been there for the past practices, so there wasn't exactly any point of reference. The practice he did go to showed some improvement in management style, he guessed, but whether it was good enough to keep the remaining and new members was hard to say.

Though, even if there was an improvement with training, the fact that Cleo was making them work at every possible event to cheer at was kind of ruining that.

Ghoulia moved over to stand beside him, prompting Ed to hand her a water bottle. Despite the fact she never participated in the cheers herself, she looked dead tired. As Cleo's right hand ghoul, she had to be at nearly every event herself.

"Rough day?" He watched her down half the bottle in one go, almost chuckling as she gasped for breath afterward. "Well, someone's thirsty."

"You'd be thirsty too after having to organize, execute, and review five cheering events in one week." The zombie sighed deeply, handling the bottle carefully as she pulled out her laptop. "Considering we might have even more next week, I certainly have my work cut out for me."

"That's fair. Looks like Cleo's running you ghouls into the ground." Ed watched as the latest routine went off without a hitch. The fearleaders looked tired, though, something that was definitely seen if you looked close enough. "I get that we need to catch up on stuff but killing you guys seems a little extreme."

"I'm pretty sure I'll be full dead before we actually get into cheer competitions this year. Bury me in my Dead Fast comic books if I do." She took another long gulp of water, typing into her computer. She didn't even look up when the familiar sound of heels was heading towards them. "Hello, Cleo. Decided to give everyone a break?"

"Lagoona was starting to get dehydrated and we finished the set. Might as well give them a break for today." Whether it was due to her half-dead status or not, Cleo didn't look as tired as most of the living members of the team. She moved to check on some of the data flashing on Ghoulia's screen. "How are we doing online?"

"Excluding any perverts, we're doing pretty well. Some of the more extravagant cheer routines are receiving some popularity on FrightTube." A few clicks later and Ghoulia was overlooking some of the social media pages she helped run. "Twitcher and Frightbook are also receiving some attention as well. Still trying to sort things out on any others."

"Good to hear." The mummy looked over at Ed with a small amount of suspicion. "How's the Toralei situation?"

"I'm annoying her as we speak." He clicked on iCoffin to his notes on the situation. "Fighting sabotage with sabotage and keeping all the posters up. Didn't get much information from Bloodgood, though."

That was all completely true. Bloodgood, while still technically doing her part on the deal, couldn't legally give him anything about Toralei that wouldn't seem actively creepy. He was able to figure out that she was a delinquent before coming to Monster High, but nothing was released about her criminal activity.

However, Ed was doing what he did best; be a thorn in someone's side. After the poster thing, Ed has been essentially making rounds across the school to check that any posters she tried to tear down were replaced by two more. He'd roped Deuce into it as well, which wasn't hard. Not to mention the online stuff was thoroughly checked by Ghoulia in case some weird form of trolling occurred.

It's funny, but even though Ed hadn't even met Toralei just yet, he was already probably one of the most annoying people in her life so far. It would be funny if he had time to think about it that much.

Now if they could only get some video evidence of her doing something to Bloodgood, then maybe they'd be in business.

"Haven't caught her on video messing up the posters yet. Bloodgood can't really put her in detention until then." Ed shrugged, putting the iCoffin away. "But it shouldn't take long. She can't be that careful."

"Oh, she can be. Her betrayal may have come as a surprise, but that didn't mean I didn't have my eye on her before this." Cleo huffed, crossing her arms at the memory of the girl. "She's cunning, that's for sure. She always seemed to have information on any other team during cheer competitions, even on ones that started that year."

"Which is why I suggest making sure she doesn't do the same to us and sell that information to the highest bidder." Ghoulia interjected, tapping her foot on the floor in irritation. "I never approved of that tactic, but it did get us an idea on what to expect. If she's willing to destroy some posters just to make sure we don't have enough members, then she'll sell us out quickly."

"She's got a point. I used to know a guy that wanted me and my friends to fail in a lot of things we were doing." Ed shuddered, as if reliving a war story. "Eddy had a pretty bad school photo once during picture day and that guy spread it all over school the same day we got it. Made them into masks. I still think he has nightmares about that."

"…Disturbing." Cleo decided to just brush that off, killing any curiosity in favor of her sanity. "How long do you think it'll take for her to quit?"

"No idea." He shrugged honestly, looking almost apologetic. Ed had seen stubbornness like this before and knew that it could last for a while. "We've been doing this for days now, but she hasn't stopped. I don't know why she keeps doing this."

"We might figure out in a few seconds," Ghoulia narrowed her eyes and closed up her laptop. "She's coming this way."

Ed looked over in the direction the zombie was looking towards. He narrowed his eyes as well, watching what appeared to be a werecat walking in their direction. Orange in color, with short hair and punkish clothing, he honestly couldn't tell if it was supposed to be intimidating or stylish.

He wasn't one to talk about style though. Especially about an overgrown orange tabby.

"Well, hello Cleo." Toralei didn't even bother looking in the other two's direction, focused solely on the queen bee. "Glad to see that your little ghoul squad is holding up. A lot of cheering events in the past couple of days, too."

"Yes, and no thanks to you, Stripe." Cleo didn't look amused in the slightest, uncapping her water bottle as if ready to dump it on the other girl. "Vandalizing our posters? A pretty low blow considering you decided to abandon us out of nowhere."

"Hey, it's not my fault that your leadership style didn't work with me. I needed to move on anyway, get on to newer horizons." Toralei didn't look even remotely guilty for it, shrugging her shoulders. "And is someone really trashing your posters? That's just petty. I have no idea who'd be doing that."

"Just because we don't have evidence now doesn't mean we won't have any later." Ghoulia stated, tapping at the floor impatiently. "We've already informed Bloodgood, so I'd suggest being careful if you decide to continue down this path."

"Sorry, what was that Ghoulia? Can't really understand you." The werecat smirked at the irritated look the zombie gave her. "Wish I could, I'm sure it's wonderful advice."

"I know very well that you understand me, Stripe. Pretending will get you nowhere." The zombie rolled her eyes, bothered but forcing herself to not care. "Then again, it's not like you ever listened to me anyway. Not sure why I expected you to do it now."

"Still don't understand, but nice talk." Toralei then looked over to Ed, purring softly. "I'll have to admit, though, you're new. Didn't think you'd be hanging out with these two so often already."

"Well, we did have some projects working together, so I like to think we're friends." Whether or not Ed's friendliness was feigned or not was hard to tell. He seemed genuine despite what others may think. "I'd do anything for my friends, too, so I like helping out around here."

"Seems to me they only keep you around as muscle. I wouldn't exactly call lugging around coolers and equipment helping." Toralei looked like she was the cat that caught the canary, trying to drag his confidence into the ground.

"I wouldn't say that." Ed shrugged, as positive as ever, a grin on his face. "It's small stuff, but it helps out in a lot of ways. Plus, I'm pretty strong! All of that stuff is nothing."

The werecat frowned for the first time since the conversation started. "Are you always this annoying, or are you just like this when someone's trying to make you mad?"

"Oh, I'm always like this! You have no idea how annoying I can be!" Ed chuckled, irritating the werecat even more. He eventually stopped, tilting his head, and looking at her strangely, grin never changing in the slightest. "Do you want to see me when I'm angry, though?"

"Huh?!" Toralei blinked, not expecting the change in topics.

"I said," Ed titled his head even further, grin showing much more teeth. Shadows flickered behind him, tentacles and monstrous feathers appearing for just a few seconds. "Do you want to see me mad?"

The orange tabby backed off for a second, shivering at the empty glare coming from Ed before immediately turning away.

"Screw this. I'm getting back to my own team." Toralei sent a glare behind her. "See you on the courts, De Nile."

Things were silent for a few moments, the ghouls sending looks Ed way while he watched the orange tabby leave. When the silence began to drag on, he looked at the ghouls with a pleasantly confused expression.

"What?" He said, causing them both to jump.

"Nothing!" Cleo gave Ghoulia a look to keep quiet about what she saw as well. "Ghoulia, can Toralei actually form up a second fearleader team? I don't think Headmistress Bloodgood would approve of something like that."

"It's unusual, but not exactly something that can be denied." The zombie already had the school guidebook out, reading through it thoroughly. "As long as the activity is constructive physically or mentally, they can't really be denied by the school board. Bloodgood would allow it, but she'd only allow one team to go to any cheer competitions."

"Well, that's problematic. I'm sure with all the practice we're getting, that won't be an issue." Cleo watched as Lagoona, hanging with her boyfriend, almost fell to the ground in exhaustion. "…with a few tweaks to the schedule, of course."

"Good, I'm pretty sure Frankie was starting to lose track of her arms." Ed laughed, moving away. "I'm gonna get some of the equipment back to storage. Call me when you need me!"

"We'll make sure to!" Cleo waved him off, watching him go. She didn't say anything else until he was out of hearing range. "Are we ever going to talk about how he's honestly the most terrifying person in the school?"

"No, but it certainly has its advantages." Ghoulia went back to messing with her laptop, not even looking up from the screen. "At least he doesn't see us as a threat."

"You're only saying that because you find it attractive."

"Don't you shame me, De Nile."

Double D would've started to assume that exhaustion was contagious if it wasn't scientifically accurate. Then again, having now been on the other side of a near collapse after having his was a little suspicious.

Then again, according to Clawdeen and Draculaura, it was Cleo's fault more than anything.

"Well, I'd say that the tables have turned if I wasn't afraid of immediate and violent consequences." Double D looked over to Clawd, who'd dragged them into Clawdeen's workstation. "Any idea if they've been drinking any water."

"Clawdeen kinda has to drink a lot normally since werewolves overheat a lot, so she should be fine. I'm not sure about Draculaura though." Clawd patted himself down with a towel, still cooling off from the game. "She usually has some kind of veggie stuff after doing this type of stuff, so she's probably going to need some help there."

"That's for the best then." Double D knew about the whole 'vegan vampire' thing and reminded himself to ask how she figured that out later. "Maddie, Cerise, and I will keep an eye on your sister. Might as well make sure she doesn't force herself to work on her commissions."

"Good luck. You pretty much gave me the easy job." Clawd laughed, but a swift kick to the shin by Clawdeen shut him up. He reached a hand towards the vampire, picking her up daintily. "Come on, I think the lunch ladies are still serving stuff in the creepateria."

"Thank you." Draculaura almost looked embarrassed by this, almost shrinking into her uniform. As they moved ahead, she turned and waved towards the others. "Make sure she gets some rest!"

"We will!" Cerise waved her off, shrugging a little at the display. "Jeez, why do we always get saddled with the workaholics?"

"Maybe they just happen to be our type?" Maddie's answer only got a confused and flustered look from the hooded girl. She didn't seem bothered by the situation, having started helping out by sorting out some of her friend's scattered materials. "Though I guess that makes us the more laid back. Ironic, coming from me I suppose."

"At least we're all self-aware about it." Double D sighed, eventually leaning down to Clawdeen, who had remained face first into the beanbag chair she'd claimed while coming in here. "Well, I didn't think two of us would be having a meltdown in one week, but here we are. I suppose that isn't your fault, though."

"I will bite you, Double D. These teeth aren't just for show." The werewolf leveled a glare at him, tired eyes trying to show a little malice.

"Kinky."

Everyone in the room gave Maddie a shocked look before looking away suddenly, red in the face. The hatter only giggled at the reaction, still sorting through the materials lying around.

"Anyway, inappropriate comments aside," Cerise got up, trying to change the subject. "Since we're here, might as well go over school stuff. Personally, I think things are calming down slightly at Ever After."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean everything has settled just yet. Still some grumbling on the Rebel side." Maddie got thoughtful for a moment, the Wonderlandian huffing. "Most are lodging complaints with the school that since a lot of the Royals are, well, royals, they aren't getting much of a say in their school lives."

"I can kinda see the point in that. Not everyone's getting their fair say." Clawdeen grabbed a sports drink handed to here by Double D, taking a long draw from it before continuing to speak. "Any elections coming up? Maybe you can snag some people from the Rebel side and see if you can sneak them in there."

"From what I can tell, there is an election coming up that- wait," Double D went through some information on his MirrorPhone before grimacing. "It's student council president. And it's being led by Apple."

Cerise immediately groaned, slouching in her seat. "Of course. One of the biggest seats and it's already got the most popular girl in school behind it. And I highly doubt she's going to just give it up for the sake keeping everyone happy."

"Doesn't mean that no one can still run. Popular or not, a Rebel running will get some votes." Clawdeen ruminated for a second before throwing out a suggestion. "Probably a good idea to get one of our inner circle in there too. You think Raven would be willing to go for it?"

Maddie opened her mouth, looking almost happy about the plan, but she stopped. "As much as I love the idea, I don't think that would work. Raven didn't even mean to start the Rebel movement and doesn't really want to lead it, so I doubt she'd want anything official."

"That's not to mention that, even with Rebel support, she'd most likely lose." At the surprised looks sent his way, Double D put his arms up frantically. "Don't get me wrong, Raven is a good person and doesn't want to do anything to hurt anyone. However, only we actively know that and very few people outside of our friend group are willing to change that view. I don't even suspect some of the active Rebels trust her."

He swallowed his spit for a second before saying one more thing. "That's why I propose we send in Maddie instead."

There was a moments of silence before Maddie, of all people, let out a flat "what."

"Not that I don't like the idea," Clawdeen started, turning to the hatter for a second. "And don't get me wrong, Maddie, you're practically my little caffeine angel at this point," She turned back to Double D. "But she's a Rebel too. She's smart as all get out, but people also think she's nuts."

"Let me explain," He cleared his throat, getting into the right headspace for this. "Yes, some people do find Maddie a little off kilter, but she's only a reputable person within Ever After High. She's helped plenty of people with things, Royal or Rebel, and is also known as being incredibly intelligent. Her success in all of her classes and known kindness would be a boon in the election."

"She doesn't exactly have a lot of after school stuff either. The croquet team and her job might get in the way, but probably not that bad." Cerise seemed to get the logic behind it, steepling her fingers into a pyramid of contemplation. "Plus, Apple does a lot more stuff, so Headmaster Grimm can't really deny her from running based on that alone. It'd be hypocritical."

"Stop, guys, you're going to make me blush." Maddie was almost as pink as the hair she brushed with her fingers. "But what about Apple? She might not like that I want to run against her."

"I don't think that'll be a problem." Clawdeen's own fears had been put to rest. She was starting to get into political mode herself, despite never being interested in this before. "She might even welcome some competition. She'd probably even take it as a chance to win back some Rebels or something."

"Even if she did have a problem, it's not like she'd be able to do anything about it." Cerise shrugged. "She'd have to go full dictator to stop us, and that'd reflect poorly on her. Plus, even if Maddie loses, it's not like anyone worse is in the seat already. Apple supports on a better relationship between Legends and Monsters, so it's we aren't really losing anything after the election ends."

"It seems like most of us agree that doing this would be the best course of action. However, we do need to make sure of one thing." Double D looked officially at Maddie, about ready to plead at this point. "Maddie, do you actually want to run? I also apologize for talking about all of this before getting your permission."

The hatter didn't really know what to say, something evidenced by the conflicted look on her face. She sighed, though, raising a single finger. "I'll do it on one condition."

"Yes?" The boy felt himself sweat a little at this. What does she want?

"I get to pick the color of my campaign stuff."

The room seemed to let out a sigh in relief. Double D's certainly felt his own stress ebb out of him.

"What colors you want, anyway? Might as well know what I have to coordinate." Clawdeen asked jokingly, grabbing an errant notebook from a nearby table.

"Magenta, yellow, and cyan." The hatter grinned at the surprised look from the werewolf. "What? I think they fit me."

"Can't say it doesn't." Cerise shrugged, leaning back into her seat. She pursed her lips though and gained a somewhat questioning look on her face. "Wait, did we call our friends an 'inner circle?' Did we become a secret society while I wasn't looking?"

"Oh, yes, you must've missed the blood pact we all committed. A very nice ceremony. You should've been there." Double D stated jokingly, mirth apparent in his eyes. "We should probably put your name on there as soon as possible. It would be pretty awkward at meetings if you weren't sworn in."

"Hey, don't joke about that. With the way things are going, I can see that happening." Cerise pointed an accusing finger at him before moving on to Maddie. "And she'd definitely make us do that if she really wanted to. Her puppy dog eyes are way too good for someone that isn't a werewolf."

"Who says we're joking? We're making a sacrifice this weekend." Clawdeen twirled her pencil with a smile. "Somebody is really messing up the invites. We really need to fire whoever's in charge of that."

"Yeah, we can't commit to world domination unless we have a proper communication system!" Maddie hit her fist on the table, eyes alight. "The schools maybe just practice, but we'll be taking on the rest of the world soon enough!"

There was a moment of silence before the group just started laughing at the ongoing joke, the conversation devolving at a rapid rate. Despite the near frantic energy from earlier, it dissipated at the stupid teenage shenanigans.

Clawd and Draculaura, walking back into the room with a veggie smoothie, looked at their fellow teenagers, dumbfounded. Clawd was the first of the two to speak up.

"What's so funny?" He asked, honestly a little afraid of the answer. The four teens only looked at each other before looking at him.

"World domination."

"Campaign strategies."

"Color coding."

The varied answers caused another round of laughter, and a very confused werewolf.

Draculaura just shrugged, looking at Clawd with a knowing look. "It's a secret society thing. We wouldn't understand."

That did not help Clawd's confusion in the slightest.

Eddy, standing in the middle of Bookends bustling market, couldn't help but wonder about his situation and what exactly led to it.

Joining a random school wasn't exactly unusual. Figuring out it was filled with supernatural people and creatures was admittedly a punch to the face. Blending in said groups was also something he didn't expect to do. Not to mention practically trying to control things behind the scenes by preventing both of the schools from devolving into two separate civil wars.

However, he didn't think it would end up with him being a pack mule to two princesses. That admittedly sucked.

"Why does somebody need so many shoes?" He muttered to himself, watching as Apple and Raven talked with Ashlynn over at the counter. He'd been standing there for about ten minutes, losing his goddamn mind. "Friggin' rich people, too much money to spend and too much time. I'd take it, but friggin' Sockhead not letting me scam people."

"You enjoying yourself, Eddy?" Raven and Apple had to get out of the conversation as Ashlynn received another order. The sorceress moved to stand beside him, watching the other customers flit about the store. "I'm pretty sure your muttering is going to make everyone run out of here soon."

"Sorry about having you move things around. Daring was a little busy and couldn't make it." Apple's genuine apology dimmed Eddy's irritation, though only a little bit. "We're mostly just hanging out here until a package comes in. We aren't allowed to get certain items on school property, so this was the second-best place."

"Nice to know that I'm your second choice, Princess." Eddy rolled his eyes, more for show then anything. Apple hadn't proved herself to be a threat so far, so he might as well try and be her friend. "What exactly are we waiting for, anyway? As much I'm okay with shady stuff, I want to know before I'm forced to get involved."

"It's nothing shady, Eddy. It's just a magic mirror I'm buying because someone broke the last one I had." Apple said it jokingly, though Raven did look embarrassed for being called out. "Raven was able to pay for it, though, so no harm done."

"That's only because I didn't want to hold up it up and have to pretend it wasn't broken anymore. You know how hard that is without using telekinetic magic?" The sorceress sighed, stretching as if to emphasis the sore muscles. "I should really work out more. Might actually pass our gym classes then."

"Why does Apple need a magic mirror? Isn't that a little weird for a daughter of Snow White to have?" The boy couldn't help but feel that was a bit backwards, considering everything about their stories. "And you make it compliment you, Princess? I thought your little fiancé had enough ego for the both of you."

"It's not an ego thing!" She said it almost too fast for his liking, obviously defensive. "It's just a nice thing to hear sometimes. Especially after a long day. Some people just want to relax a bit differently."

"It is a bit weird to have a mirror compliment you, though. Besides, don't people tell you you're the fairest of them all every day?" Raven shrugged, playing with a strand of her hair. "Wonder what my mom would say if she knew I was buying one those. She had one and had a whole morning routine with it."

Eddy bit back any more complaints, thinking it over. "If it makes ya' feel better, the fact you're buying it for your destined enemy would probably make her throw a fit." He smiled at the chuckle that he was able to draw out of the both of them. "Even more if you're using her personal funds. That'd really hit where it hurts."

"God, it would, wouldn't it?" Raven flicked on her magic, looking at it with a good amount of nostalgia. "Then again, she never really got mad whenever I did something the way a 'non-Evil Queen' would. Disappointed, maybe, but never really mad about it. Always trying to nudge me into villainy every day and was always weirdly patient about it."

"Hm." Apple hummed, looking at a bracelet on her left hand, obviously doing her best not to mess with it herself. "I'd say my mother was the same way, but she wasn't. She always put me into those princess etiquette classes early on and made sure I attended every single one of them. Not to mention always putting me in extracurriculars."

"My parents were pretty laid back, all considering. Maybe a little overbearing, but they didn't mean to be." Eddy shrugged, looking between the two with some interest. "Anything else about your families your willing to share? Might as well since we've got the time."

Raven looked hesitant for a second before shrugging. "I used to have a puppy, you know. For about a couple of days, at least." The sorceress made it sound like a fond memory, a small smile on her face. "Small chocolate lab that my dad got for me. Figured I'd need a little friend since I didn't have a lot of them growing up."

"What happened to it?" The boy of the group couldn't help but not like where this was going.

"My mom eventually found out about it." Raven shrugged, a little bitterness edging into her voice. "Again, she never got angry, but she was disappointed that dad pulled something like that without telling her. As soon as the dog was out of my sight, she took it away somewhere and decided to change it into a literal hellhound with some magic. It didn't try to attack me, but when I saw what she did with it, I almost threw a fit about it."

Apple and Eddy genuinely cringed at that, the blonde's positive look disappearing while the Ed-boys soured. After a few moments, Apple decided to throw something in to make the playing field a little bit even.

"I suppose my mother had her own faults as well. That doesn't mean I don't love her," The princess raised her hands up in a defensive gesture. "But there was the occasional rough patch. She was always concerned about how I looked, especially since I didn't get the black hair common for a Snow White. Always had me on diet plans, workout routines, and beauty pageants growing up to make sure I looked the part. Even talked about dying my hair at some point when I was nine."

It was Raven's turn to wince at that, hissing through her teeth. "Wow, that sucks. At least my mom was okay with how I looked." The sorceress shrugged, scrutinizing her outfit for the longest of seconds. "Then again, I actually like dressing like this, so go figure."

Eddy felt all the pressure land on him after Raven finished. The two weren't really paying attention to him, but he didn't like the idea of the exchange of information here being unequal. Plus, that'd look pretty bad later.

"My mom was pretty okay. I guess my dad was too." The boy tried to nonchalantly add in. He mentally counted down from a hundred to avoid getting anxious from their looks. "They were both pretty busy when I was kid, though. Dad was a car salesman and my mom ran a legit version of those multi-level marketing schemes. Left me to deal with my brother a lot so they can support the both of us."

"I guess the job market wasn't that great?" Raven's expression turned perplexed for a moment. "Aren't there programs around that are supposed to make sure Legends get a job in the human world if they don't get one here? Seem like they shouldn't have needed to work so hard."

"My dad wasn't big on things that looked like charity. So was my mom, so they had to work pretty hard to afford to live in suburbia for as long we did." Eddy scoffed, laughing a bit. "It wasn't even the amount of work that they had to do that ticked me off. It's whenever I tried to talk to them about something, they usually brushed me off because they were so tired. Especially when…"

He cut himself off then and there, shutting his mouth with a large click of his teeth. Huh, almost went on a full monologue there. I mean, this maybe confession time Eddy, but can't just unload all of that to make yourself seem like the most traumatized person here. For crying out loud, if he'd said something else to them, they could probably look that stuff up and figure out the human thing. Or god forbid…

"Eddy?" Apple's voice jarred him out of his thought process, taking him out of the mental spiral he almost put himself into. "Is everything okay?"

"It's fine." He took a slow breath, making sure he was even. He looked out the window cautiously, almost like he was checking for a familiar face. "I was able to get them to listen eventually, but it took a while and maybe some maneuvering for them find out I was serious. They relapse occasionally, but they're okay parents. Mostly."

Eddy couldn't help but mentally thank whatever deity existed when a troll carrying a package was walking towards the door. Raven noticed him first and waved him over, though not before giving him one last look. Apple did too but was quicker to get things signed over.

He sighed once again, head hitting the back of the wall. Smooth move, Eddy, almost info-dumped your entire life story to people that you started calling friends a couple weeks ago. Probably almost gave yourself away in the process too if his luck was consistent enough to predict that.

He didn't even know why he was so agitated. His parents didn't know where he was, so that meant he didn't either. As long as he stayed in this little supernatural bubble, he was untraceable to anyone from Peach Creek. Or anyone human whatsoever, really. No parents, no cul-de-sac kids, no Kanker sisters…

"Hey, Squirt, wanna play Say Uncle?"

…and not him. Eddy's love for him to find this place. Maybe he'd even give him a piece of his mind.

Despite the mental pep talk, though, he couldn't ignore how his hands would occasionally flicker with magic as they shook.

A little dark for an ending, but I think it works! Also, it seems like I've really evolved when it comes to my writing style, which seems to slowly change as time goes on. Hopefully, that isn't a bother to anyone. Seems like I'm also laying down things earlier then I thought too, but so far so good.

I hope you all enjoyed and that you review/comment. See you in the next one!