It is with a heavy but happy heart that I must announce this fanfiction is being discontinued... forever. I can no longer uphold the promise to finish this story.

Wow! :D That's a load off my shoulders! A part of me is sad I never got to finish this, and another part is happy I get to work on new things instead.

I did end up finishing both my other Peanuts stories, so if you want to check them out, be my guest! They're on my profile.

I also make comics, games, and other things, so if you want a link to that, you can see it through my Itch page, which is also on my profile.

Thank YOU! Everyone who read or ever reviewed, it means a lot to me. Especially "CI"? When I was young, I always wished I got more reviewers, and you were the one who reviewed me first! And kept reviewing! So thank you so much for that.

Thanks to all of you, really. Everyone that reviewed, followed, and favourited... I appreciate it.

Lastly, here's some fun facts I had planned for the story:

- Originally, it would have followed each group in three-part chapters: CB and Snoopy had their three parts, then Pig-Pen and Violet, Linus and Frieda, Peppermint Patty and Schroder, then finally Patty and Shermy

- Each of those three parts would be exploring a world of "What if X and Y didn't exist" - you saw the world if CB didn't exist, then you'd have the if Pig-Pen and Violet didn't exist, etc etc

- There would be a special Lucy chapter where she would've went around to each world, somehow...

- A lot of the magic stuff required more planning in retrospect, haha, or at least more consistency. The idea was that Shermy was the one that caused this big spell to happen, and then it would've been revealed that Charlotte Braun was the real big bad of the story, faking the whole idea of magic and everything like that... the real idea was that she never liked how everyone forgot about her. I have no idea how I planned to explain this satisfyingly.

- Shermy caused this spell in the first place because he felt he was being forgotten... I've always been interested in the idea of Shermy, and his placement in Peanuts, I thought this story would be an interesting way him and his personality (along with all the characters!)

Doing all this would require a lot of rewriting... and I'm going to let myself be okay with never finishing it. So... there you go! The story of Forgotten is now being forgotten... quite thematic.

Lastly, if you made it all this way, below is an excerpt of an unfinished chapter I had. Obviously... it's unfinished... but I do enjoy the texting segment. Anyway, thank you for reading, and enjoy this last little bonus!

Thank you for being apart of this story for so long... take care of yourselves, and good luck with everything! You deserve the best.

- James

Everything below this point was written in ~2015!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've actually had the ending of this planned out since the day I posted Chapter One – however, I've realised that some of you may not be like it, as not only is the a big plot twist at the end, there's an even bigger one at the end – so I'm not sure if you people will react negatively to that, but… *shrug*.

Chapter Four: Clean - Pig-Pen and Violet I

POV: Third Person, then Violet

"YOU WHAT?!" Pig-Pen yelled, making Violet fall into the mud.

"P-P-Pig-Pen!" She spluttered. Pig-Pen wasn't sure to be amused or be concerned. He decided to be amused.

"I'm sorry…" He smirked, holding back laughter, as pulled Violet up.

She frantically looked around, as if she were a wild bull looking for something to slam into. Probably Pig-Pen.

"I… am… so… DIRTY! Pig-Pen! You put me into this mess – literally! Find something to clean me!" She yelled in his face, more nervous than angry.

Pig-Pen sighed. "Geez, alright, Violet… but what do you want me to do?! Do you expect me to pull out sparkling clean wet wipes from my pocket?"

"W-wet wipes!" She stuttered, and she started digging her hands around her into her muddy pockets. "Wet wipes, wet wipes, wet wipes…"
Pig-Pen started laughing again – though, Violet was too much focused on finding a wet wipe to hear.

"Ah! Final-…" She stopped when she took out the wet wipe – it was also quite dirty, though not full of mud as herself.

Pig-Pen continued laughing louder, and Violet shot him a glare. He attempted to stop himself, but he still giggled.

She sighed as she "cleaned" her hands and face with the dirty wipe.

"Great… hopefully I don't become a dust magnet like you, Pig-Pen…" She grumbled, as she took out her phone.

"Eugh! The screen is full of mud!" She said, wiping it vigorously.

"Come on, Violet… let's keep on going…" Pig-Pen had finally stopped laughing, but he still smiled. "Er… this way…" He pointed to the left, and they continued walking. As they walked, Violet started texting people.

"Who ya' textin'?" Asked Pig-Pen, who peered over her shoulder. Violet immediately jerked away.

"Go away, Pig-Pen…" She muttered. Pig-Pen looked over her shoulder again, and she moved the phone away again. Pig-Pen attempted once again, which caused Violet to yell again – "STOP IT! Go away!"

Pig-Pen smirked again. "Go away? But you chose me, Violet! How could you!" He said, faking hurtfulness.

"I only went with you so I wouldn't have to go with wishy-washy Charlie Brown." She grumbled.

Pig-Pen smiled. "But, just before you fell into mud, didn't you say that you had a crrruuush on Charlie Brown?" He said, in a sing-song voice.

Violet blushed, and then tried to conceal it with a scowl.

"No… yes… ugh… I wasn't meant to say that, okay?!" She said, exasperated, and typed Pig-pen's being annoying to Patty and Frieda as they continued walking.

"But you did. You gotta tell me about it now, Violet. It's only, ah, logical." He grinned, as Violet sighed in defeat.

"If only my mouth only hadn't slipped…" She sighed, but she told her story.

"Look, I've been avoiding mud all my life – almost subconsciously. I used to have a crush on, you know, Charlie Brown… but then he became wishy-washy, and-"

"Wait." Pig-Pen cut in, confused. "There was a time when Charlie Brown wasn't wishy-washy?"

She giggled, which Pig-Pen was surprised to hear.

"Yes, back when he was four and I was five. He was actually quite the prankster back then," Pig-Pen raised his eyes in slight surprise, ", always annoying Patty – not Peppermint Patty, mind you. Anyway, yes, I used to like him, but then, of course, he became wishy-washy, so, uh, I decided not to like him anymore, and that's it!" She finished, going back to texting.

They continued walking, and Pig-Pen decided to think about what Violet had said instead of annoying her. How could there have been a time when Charlie Brown wasn't wishy-washy? He wondered to himself. Pig-Pen knew his friends better than anyone – he was the one that was the most logical and the one with the most reason, maybe even more than Linus or Marcie – but he still tried to make sure no-one realised that. He wasn't sure why – but he knew that was a reason.

However, Pig-Pen had thought that Charlie Brown had always been wishy-washy. He vaguely remembered around the time when he first met Charlie Brown – in fact, he realised that Charlie might've even shaped the person that Pig-Pen was today, as he somewhat remembered a time when Charlie Brown had said something that made Pig-Pen keep his dirt and his self-confidence.

Maybe Charlie Brown had helped Pig-Pen keep his self-confidence, but Pig-Pen also wondered why Charlie had suddenly become depressed. If Charlie knew how to raise someone else's self-confidence, why couldn't he raise his own?

Pig-Pen's thoughts were suddenly interrupted. "Apparently we'll meet Lucy. Or, Lucy will meet us, since she's behind us." Spoke Violet out-loud, at one point. Pig-Pen turned to her.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, since Charlie asked Snoopy to come, she thought that she wouldn't have to stay with Charlie." She scoffed. "She's probably going to get lost."

"She's got a map, doesn't she?" Pointed out Pig-Pen.

"Oh… uh, yeah, she does…" Muttered Violet. She looked back at her phone again. "She says her battery's running out, though."

"I thought you liked Lucy?"

Violet hesitated. "I do, she can just be a bit… crabby, at times."

"So you think Lucy leaving Charlie to walk with his dog is crabby? You didn't want to walk with him either."

Violet was about to respond, but looked forward and frowned.

"Um… hey, can you check your map, Pig-Pen?" She asked. Pig-Pen looked down.

"We're meant to be turning right. Why?"

"There's a clearing in front of us. Shouldn't we be heading this way?"

He was confused for a split second, but then he merely shrugged. "I guess… but maybe that used to be an old path, and they found more interesting stuff down there. Let's just follow the map, Violet." Violet nodded and looked down at her device, continuing to text Patty and Frieda.

Frieda: we just started walking, and i just found out linus still has his blanket

Patty: Wow, really?

Frieda: yea

Patty: Shermy seems a bit restless today, not sure why…

Patty: I thought I saw him talking to Joe Agate and Thibault before…

Violet: the bullies? really?

Patty: Yeah… not going to ask about it yet tho…

Frieda: just ask him out

Patty: Haha…

Patty: No! :D

Violet giggled, and Pig-Pen raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment.

Violet: how about you ask Linus out, Frieda?

Frieda: WHAT?!11

Violet laughed again, which made Pig-Pen slightly more curious.

Frieda: ugh, brb

Violet: okay

Violet: where are you guys, Patty?

Violet: Patty?

As they continued walking, until after a while Violet scowled at her phone.

"Patty's not responding…" She muttered.

She pocketed her phone and looked around. It was becoming darker, and less light was shining through the tall trees – which was already difficult already, as the trees' leaves looked larger now.

"Woah!" Pig-Pen said. They looked around. The flat ground ended – there was a large blueberry bush, and a rock that looked like a perfect teardrop.

However, the most notable thing was that there was now a ledge they had to walk across. It was somewhat narrow, and if they made one false move, it looked like they would tumble all the way down.

Violet gulped. "Er… is this, uh, the correct way?"

Pig-Pen gasped. Violet looked up and turned her head back, about to ask "What?", but she could only just hear Pig-Pen scream "Violet!". She tripped, and fell. Everything went black.

…

Violet woke up, and the first thing she noticed was that – even though her vision was quite hazy – her violet dress was now tattered with dirt and grime… and another thing. As her vision cleared, she realised that thing was red… it was dripping. From her hands.

Blood.

She screamed, and whipped around, looking for Pig-Pen. She couldn't see the steep mountain from which they had fallen from – and now it seemed to be night. There was just enough moonlight from the trees for her to note her surroundings – the trees were indeed larger, and there were many bushes and shrubs around, along with twigs and sticks on the ground.

But where was Pig-Pen? He had fallen with her, right? Right?

For one single moment, Violet was filled with something she had never tried to show publically – fear.

But then she heard a rustle from behind her - and Pig-Pen pops out from a bush, his face covered in mud. His overalls had some blood on it from his arm.

"Ow." He muttered, and steps out of the prickly shrub.

"Weird…" He said, looking at the shrub. Violet's fear became anger.

"Uh, hello!? If you haven't noticed, we're both bleeding!"

Pig-Pen turned around. "Oh. Uh, sorry." He turned back to the bush.

She groaned angrily, and walked up to him. "What's up with the shrub?"

"It's newly grown. Forests don't have newly grown things. I mean, it's not even recent – it's as if this bush was placed here."

"How do you know so much about plants?" She asked, confused. Pig-Pen shot her a look.

"What , I'm not allowed to be smart?" He asked, annoyed. "Since dirt started magnetizing to me, I decided to learn about dirt and plants and stuff. I sorta felt like I had to learn about it."

"Right… so, uh, where the heck are we?"

"I'd say… we fell off a cliff."

"No shit… but where's the cliff?"

"Uh… we rolled off a cliff?"

Violet hesitated, and felt something sort of wet on her clothes. Blood from her hands had dripped down onto her shirt and skirt.

"Happen to have any bandages? They must've put some in the survival ration kit thing, right?"

"Lemme check…" Pig-Pen looked through the now-dirty rations, and found a couple of bandages.

"Thanks…" She muttered, and took two from him. Pig-Pen took the other two and put them on each arm.

"Ugh. Let's just… get back. Stuff the orientation walk, I don't want to get lost."

"So… which way?" Asked Pig-Pen.

"…you have the map." Violet frowned.

"…no I do- oh! Crap! It must've fallen off when he fell down the cliff!"

"I don't get it. We shouldn't have rolled that far from the cliff. Plus, shouldn't we be… a lot more hurt?"

"I prefer not to dwell on those things, but rather dwell on how we're going to get back. I think that's just a tad more important." Pig-Pen replied.

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