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Okay, I'm here to say sorry: I don't have the rest of the story typed up. I kind of feel stupid for eve promising you it. I tried really hard to finish (I did stay up the majority of the evening before Halloween working on it), but it took longer than I expected. When I got home Halloween night I crashed. I'm really sorry for telling you I'd have it by now when I wouldn't. D: Life drags like zat. No garuntees, but I should have the rest typed up by the end of this weekend. SHOULD. If I don't I need to come up with some sort of reprucussion.

You guys should give me a punishment if I don't finish it! Think of something creative... like having to talk to my grandmother on the phone for 15 minutes LOL.

Anyway, sorry again!

[Chica_Andromeda]

Krista, I totally understand. I mean, I've been trying to finish a chapter of something for a LONG time. Don't worry! Take your time! ^_^

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Thanks for understanding, Chica! *Huggleofgratitude* Great to know we have a writer to writer connection. :lol: *Smashes writer's block with a... block?*

[Mara=^.^=]

There's no need for recriminations. After all, I've been making you all wait for TOSOT for two full months now. That's just WRONG.

~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

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*Falls over at the mention of TOSOT* Well yah, but TOSOT is massive (a billion times the size of anything I could ever write). It's just going to take a long time, regardless if it's been eight weeks or not. Let's just face it: ALL FANFICTION WRITERS ARE SLACKERS!

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Except Sunny because I know she can throw a stake at me and won't hesitate to do so. (:

[Mara=^.^=]

Let's just face it: ALL FANFICTION WRITERS ARE SLACKERS!

I never thought of it that way. :blink: Wow, thanks! You just made me feel 10 times better!

~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[sunnstar]

Except Sunny because I know she can throw a stake at me and won't hesitate to do so. (:

LOL! *throws stake* *Krista dodges* *throws phone with Krista's grandma's number dialed in*

What do my stake throwing skills have to do with my slacking skills? XD

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Yeahyeahyeah, I haven't found time to update this thing since October, but I managed to type it up finally! *Stands proudly, admiring her quickly assembled work* *Brick'd* OKAY I GET THE POINT OMG. D: I really, really want to get it done before the IDOJ Fundraiser ends, and that should be enough motivation for me! One more part to go before the Phantom of the Halloween Party is complete!

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Phantom of the Halloween Party-- PART TWO

'Tlot, tlot!'

'What was that?' Cindy thought anxiously. It became apparent to her a few short moments later that she heard horse hooves. Everyone else was panicking over the disappearance of their beloved Nick, and they did not seem to notice what Cindy did. Their cries, though, were like background music. She could hear them, but they were faint... not as sharp in contrast with the ringing of hooves in the night on solid ground.

At that exact moment, a giant fire roared to life, sending the people nearby falling shock. The fog that covered the ground turned a sick shade of green and hung around the crowd of teens like a veil, except around the crackling fire, which held a bubble of regular smoke.

The horse hooves became more emphasized, and everyone turned their head towards the sorce of the noise. A giant horse, taller than most people would like to imagine, leapt over the bonfire and landed with a whinny.

And atop the horse itself sat a hunched figure, position dark and twisted over his horse. The only thing that intensified the fear of the party was that the man had no head. Tales of the Headless Horseman pounded through Cindy's head; she had heard it many times, and in a lot of different variations. In one of the headless horseman's hand, he brandished high the toy crystal ball that Libby had put on the refreshment table earlier, the rubbery face within glowing. With that, he sent the witch falling into the fire. The plastic melted easily, blackening and sending the witch into spastic head jerks, cackling the whole way through her own death.

The flames whirred, voiceless words spiraling from their depths. They read:

"Happy Halloween... having fun, yet?" Concerned whispers flooding from the mass and wide eyes were the result.

"You have only begun to experience the work the Phantom. It is not very pleasant, as you have observed. The unfortunate thing is... you'll have to live with it forever." Cindy peered at everyone's faces staring intently at the flames, shadows casted eerily across every curve of their horror filled faces. The words evaporated for a second, as if they were a person, pausing before a response. "There is a way to stop it, though...

Though the crooks and nannies cast in shadow, there is one tiny fire flickering with life. You must find the flame that can be held by the palm, though not by candle, by midnight. If you fail with these directions, and you don't find what is needed by midnight, your lovely town of Retroville will remain Halloween forever."

The heat built up intensely, filling the clearing with a bright light as hot as the sun, and in an instant it vanished. No more haze hung around them, and the headless horseman was gone. There were no traces anyone besides the party was here besides the refreshment table, which had been tossed to its side carelessly in the hassle. It was almost empty feeling, a chilly breeze whistling and shaking the trees.

No one spoke for a good long time until Brittany broke into hysterical sobs. A boy nearby came to comfort her in her wheelchair, patting her comfortingly. He scowled at Cindy, "Nice joke, Vortex. Did you really have to pull a prank like that? Look at everyone... look how freaked we are!"

Cindy double-took at this accusation, stepping backwards in shock, but returned with tenfold anger, "You thought I did that? I would have to be insane to pull something that grandoise, if you haven't noticed! That was beyond special effects!" There were a few murmurs of disbelief from those that were left with no one to blame, still looking for a logical explanation. This time she softened her voice, trying to be reasonable and comforting, "Look, we're all a little mystified, but let's not jump to conclusions. Let's look for the fire, or whatever, like the Phantom said. Do we really want to be stuck with this forever?"

"But Cindy," Libby frowned, "we don't even know where to begin lookin' for this flame. And even if we did, how do we know which "flame" it is?"

"We need help, then, and I think... I think I know who from," Cindy said, her eyes widening in realization. She knew what she had to do, and it would be hard. There was only one person she could run and beg to (as discomforting as that sounded) for help, and that one person happened to be the local resident genius that she hadn't invited: Jimmy Neutron.

"I have to go!" she shouted eagerly, dashing between trees until she came across her car, which sat looking lonely and abandoned in nature. Hopping inside, she revved it up and checked the time: 10:45 pm. She was halfway to Neutron's house before something bad happened: Cindy ran out of gas. Her car sputtered and it ceased rumbling beneath her, coming to a complete stop just outside the Candy Bar.

"Ugh, I'm really going to regret this..." slipping off her shoes and collecting them in between the fingers of her hand, she ran off to her own street, asphalt racing beneath her bare feet. By the time she reached his house she was almost exhausted and out of oxygen.

Rapping her knuckles hard against the door, she waited for a reply. The door swung open with a 'creak,' revealing the surprised face of Jimmy Neutron. His eyebrows shot up in total and utter disbelief.

"Cindy, is that you?"

She couldn't believe she was doing this.

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Aaand cut, fade lights, exit left! I dunno! I hope this satisfied you for now... I'm aware that it's shorter than part one SHADDUP. :catfight: Does quickly assembled mean nothing to you? JKJK!

Anyway, tell me what you think! Was it bad, or just okay, or did you actually like it? Nyah. ;P

EDIT: I wrote this at like, one 'o clock in the morning, so there's probably a few errors. Tell me if you see any! :ph43r:

[Beks]

Woot! yeah! I was wondering when you'd update this! I was worried it'd be next Halloween! :P

Great job! :rock:

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:lol: Haha, no! I'd never leave my story THAT long! I knew I'd finish it... eventually.

And did you notice that your siggy WAS my inspiration? You were correct, Beks. ;) Anyway, I'm SOOO close to being done with part three! Just a paragraph or two more and it'll be... COMPLETE! *Dances with glee*

[Beks]

awesome! :rock:

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Aaaand drumroll, ladies and gentlemen! *Crickets* Awww, no fair. ): Welp, after being TWO months overdue, Phantom of the Halloween Party is FINALLY complete! This one took me a couple hours. It's waaay longer than part two, AND possibly part one! *Will have to word-count them later* Please PLEASE review! It would mean so much to me.

Without further ado...

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Phantom of the Halloween Party-- PART THREE.

"Cindy, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at your party right now?" his voice wasn't mocking, just laced with curiosity, as if I might've come to his house to ask him to come after all. Cindy fumbled to answer, whipping off her fake plastic glasses. It was then she realized what a mess she was; her white lab coat was now soiled and torn in a few areas, and her hair hung in random strings that came undone from the tight bun atop her head.

"I was at my party... at least until something happened! I know it sounds crazy, but we were dancing and all of a sudden--" she hesitated to say it, choking on her words, "skeletons came out of no where, and the headless horseman, and... and... " Jimmy's eyebrows furrowed together, his face clouded in concern.

"Cindy, are you sure you're all right? Did you fall and bump your head? Here, let's go and get you checked out..." his warm hand wrapped around her wrist, and she promptly yanked it away with a growl of frustration. Taking a few steps back, she took two deep breaths.

"I know it seems hard to believe, but you've got to take what I say seriously! If we don't act and find the stupid flame thingy by midnight, we're stuck with the Phantom forever!"

"... Phantom?"

Tires screeched as Libby's car came to a sudden hault in front of the Neutron residence, and she marched briskly to the door with a dirty look on her face. "Cindy, girl, you have GOTTA let me know before you run off like that! Do you have any idea how worried I was that somethin' might getcha, 'specially since you were alone going to Jimmy's house? I would've come with ya' if you had just told me!" Another person exited Libby's car, his spiky hair the first thing seen coming out of the passenger side.

"Dude, Libby drives like a MANIAC when she's mad! You should've seen her! She went faster than Ultralord's Ultramobile from episode 186, and that's saying something!" His eyes crossed in amazement.

Cindy turned smugly back to the genius. "See? More witnesses! Guys, tell him I'm not crazy and explain what just happened."

"Basically we were attacked by a bunch of creepy freaks n' we have to get some sort of fire thing before midnight."

"What she said."

Jimmy's eyebrows lifted in surprise and he tapped his chin thoughtfully, humming to himself and then finally saying, "So, after you invited everyone in the grade level except me to a party, you're coming to my doorstep pleading for help?"

"Yes!" Cindy growled. "You're our only hope at this moment. Are you literally going to make me beg and bark it out for you like a dog, or are you going to help us find this thing?" He sighed, as if surrendering.

"Fine. What type of flame are you looking for, exactly?"

"A fire you can hold in your hand, but not by candle," Libby said.

There was a minute's silence as Jimmy stared off into the distance, as if he were on a ship casting a glance into the ocean far away. His eyes were muddled with thought, and finally they snapped back into reality. "I've got it! It's obviously Halloween, right? So all logic points to this Phantom person putting the flame in one of the spookiest places in Retroville. There's two options I can think of for now: the Retroville Cemetery, or the old abandoned house on the edge of town that people claim is haunted."

"Hmm, so, a bunch of dead guys in wooden boxes, ooor a haunted house probably filled with all sorts of creepy crawlies?" the hyperactive boy spoke, making their selections sound worse than they were.

Libby scowled, "Cut it out, Sheen. I say we just go by process of elimination an' start out with the cemetery... also I want to get over with it quickly."

"Agreed," spoke Cindy.

"Retroville Cemetery it is."

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"Okay, remember... get in, search, get out. We don't have that much time," Cindy muttered, flashlight in hand. They nodded once in understanding: she needn't say anything more. They all huddled around each other in shared fear, Sheen at the tail and Cindy in the lead. With the wind still whistling a light tune, they made their way through the entrance and down the walkway, gravel crunching as they stepped slowly, unsurely, towards their fate. Cindy flashed the light back and forth as if her life depended on it, eyes keen on any slight movement that would hint someone was with them, or if they had found the flame. After they had searched almost the entire expanse of cemetery, Cindy gave a frustrated grunt and stopped to face the other three. "There's nothing here! We're just wasting our time searching this stupid graveyard! Let's make a move-on," she complained, waving the flashlight as she motioned with her arms.

"Cin, stop it, you're gonna draw more attention to yourself," said Libby in a hushed tone. Just as the words left her lips, something crunched behind Cindy. She whipped around.

"What was that?"

Just then, as they were all staring straight ahead, there was a muffled, "Umph!" and no one was behind Libby anymore. They whirled around again, only to discover Sheen missing. Libby gasped, "SHEEN! Where'd he go?" A lump was welling in her throat.

A voice that sounded far away echoed, "HELP! Help me! Get away, stay back!" There was a scream, and then silence.

"Ohmygodohmygod, we have to help him!" Jimmy shook his head in the negative, pointing towards the main entrance with sad eyes.

"We have to go if we want to save Sheen and Retroville!" He pulled her along, even though her head searched frantically, looking for any sign of her crush since childhood. She didn't seem to be paying much attention to where her feet were going, and she didn't notice something an unaturally colored hand coming up from the ground to pull at her ankle. Ripped from Jimmy's grasp, she landed face down in the dirt, gasping from the unexpected fall. Someone, or something, started pulling her back with it, deep into the ground. Libby wailed in distress, digging her manicured fingernails into the dirt. First her legs were engulfed, and then her torso, until the dirt evened up with her shoulders.

Cindy was right by her side, holding on tightly to Libby's hand and trying to resurface her, but to no avail. Libby's entire body had been sucked into the mass, only her hand above the ground. Cindy still held tight, prepared to dive in after her best friend if need be, but Jimmy wrapped his hands around Cindy's waist and pulled her away. "You're going to get yourself killed!" Her hand slipped from Libby's warm one, which became covered by dirt as the last part of her was yanked down. The blonde broke into sobs, clenching her eyes until they were almost shut. Tears poured streams down her dirt covered face.

"But Libby... my-my best friend," she stuttered.

"Look Cindy, we still have a chance. If we can find what the Phantom wants, then there's a chance that all of this might disappear. Libby and Sheen might come back. It's too late to help her at this second, but there's still time..." Cindy nodded in understanding as Jimmy helped her to her feet, and they raced to Libby's car in silence, all except for the occasional sob escaping her lips.

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"That was it," Cindy said, in the dusty corner of a hallway. "We've searched the entire house." She brought her head between her knees, yelling in defeat. Jimmy looked at his watch: 11:55 pm. Five more minutes.

"That's funny..." the blue eyed boy mused, looking up with interest.

"What's so funny?" Cindy demanded, eyes flashing dangerously. Jimmy's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"I've seen it done before in other countries, but never here, especially in Retroville. There's a painting on the ceiling... it looks like it wasn't placed there to be decorative, though. It looks as if it were concealing something painfully obvious," a grin carved itself into his face and he stared at her with twinkling eyes. She was up in an instant, taking an old antique chair and standing on it to rip the portrait off. A hatch slid into view, a round handle made of metal dangling teasingly. Cindy yanked it down and a case of short stairs fell before her.

"Neutron, you whiz," she laughed, pulling herself up. Taking Jimmy's hand, she helped him up to the flight of stairs. Cindy was struck in awe from what she saw. They were in a deeply colored red room with no windows, the only thing lighting up the area being a variety of candles placed here and there. Blatantly right in front of Cindy sat a small, trunk-like box. She crawled over to it slowly and sat cross-legged, opening it excitedly. In the trunk sat a velvet-black jewelry case, and she opened it curiously, expecting to see a live fire jump-start out of no where.

Instead, lying cushioned and gleaming in the firelight, was something completely different. A round pearl reflected blood-red like the room, candles flickering and dancing across its surface. The pearl represented the flame you could hold in your hand. And it wasn't just any pearl. Her head slowly craned around, eyes gleaming and wide with pure, uncorrupted shock. "You... you set this whole thing up." All of a sudden her nostrils flared and she launched herself at him, pinning him to the wooden floor. "That was a cruel prank, Neutron, even for you!" Jimmy could feel Cindy trembling with rage, her hand shaking as they held down his arms.

"Listen Cindy, I didn't think it would go this far," he grimaced, his eyes full of sincerity. "I though I'd just mess with you and have some fun, but then Libby got involved and... I'm sorry."

Realization hit her. "Where IS Libby, exactly?"

"She wasn't dragged below the Earth, if that's what you're thinking. She was sucked down a chute into my lab with Sheen and Carl waiting to explain to her what I had done." Cindy's grip loosened, but did not falter.

"But... how? How did you manage to pull all of that off? What about the headless horseman, and the sudden fire?"

"Ever wonder what really happened to Nick?" Jimmy rolled his eyes. "And the fire was actually a hologram! I've really improved them since I was eleven, yanno. Pretty realistic, though, huh?"

Snarling, Cindy said, "But you affected so many people and caused them to panic! I was hurting so badly when I thought Libby was... gone. Why did you have to do that, Neutron? Why couldn't you just let something slide for once?" This time it was Jimmy's turn to flip Cindy over so that he was hovering over her face, intense electric eyes boring into her skull.

"Well, Cindy, how else could I show the girl that I liked how much she had hurt me in return by singling me out as the only guy that wasn't coming to her party?! I wasn't thinking clearly, and for that I'm sorry, but no one was truly hurt in the end!" He finished his rant, clenching his teeth and breathing roughly through them. It was then she noticed that his eyes were glassy, like they had pooled with tears but he'd refused to let them fall. She felt like she was on Cloud 9, even though she was laying flat against the floor. 'He likes me?' she thought, and a pang of guilt hit her like a bullet when she watched his desperate face.

'I know I'm going to regret this later...' Tentatively she brought her fingers to brush the sides of his face, and cupping his cheeks with her hands, she leaned upward to close the space between them. As their lips softly brushed, Cindy's heart pounded in her chest so hard and fast that she thought it would explode. The pooling of tears in his eyes finally spilled over as he closed them shut, falling onto the blonde's pale cheek. They were gazing into one another's eyes when they parted.

"I take it back... I don't like you, Cindy. I lo--OOOHH!"

The planks beneath them had given out and reopened the staircase, and they were sent tumbling down back into the original room, Jimmy falling first and then Cindy on top of him. Any air in Jimmy's lungs had been knocked out of his chest. It looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head. He struggled to breathe for a second before wheezing, "I love you." Cindy laughed profusely at the incident and kissed him again.

"I love you, too, Neutron."

THE END.

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I had to end it with a laugh, I'm sorry. :lol:

M'kay, again, I'm a bad proof reader. If you find anything wrong just tell me --nicely-- what mistake(s) I made. Again, please review! I'd greatly appreciate it. :bff:

[CraazyOne]

Wow, Krista, that was amazing! Seriously. I absolutely adore the way you described the scenery. It really did set the mood.

And it's always good to end with a laugh. ;)

Hmmm...as for errors, there were a few typos, nothing big. You'll see 'em easily if you glance over it one more time. Like I said, they're simple mistakes, like this:

She brought her head between her knees in defeat, roaring in defeat.

An easy fix. ^_^

Aw, lemme repeat myself one last time.

AWESOME JOB! :rock:

~Rach~

[Beks]

Bravo!!! :thumbsup: oh, sorry...Brava! :lol:

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Yaaay, thank you Rachel for the comment! :bff: I've been waiting for one all evening (besides Bekswriterwoman, and thanks to her, too!). You're my first for part three!

The first part of the story I think was probably the best, and then I faded back into the habit of descrbing stuff TOO much. I'm glad it impressed you more than it bugged you! :lol:

The ending was actually very last minute, but I thought it was a nice touch. XD

OMGLOL. I always do word repeats like that. I fail. *Goes to edit it* Glad you told me about it, though, or I would've been stuck with it. P:

Thank you SO much for reviewing, again! *Jumphuggles*

P.S. Random thought, but we should form some sort of Fanfiction Reviewers Committee for people that want to go around and tell people what they like about their stories and leave nice comments. That'd be purdy neat. ^_^ < 3 I think it would brighten people up enough to where they'd be also willing to give reviews.

EDIT: Yaaay, Bekboo, you replied! *Slowmoairpunch* Thanks for the comment! :thumbsup:

[Beks]

*heroic stance* I'm just doin my job! *salute* Stay in school! *flies away into yet another sunset*

[CraazyOne]

That's such a great idea, Krista dahling! :lol: I love to read fanfics, and I try to reply to every one that I like, but it's easy to get lazy. :P It would be an awesome boost to writers' self-esteem if there was an official (or unofficial) committee that made it their job to read and reply to each fic, pointing out the good points and giving kind suggestions. Ya know, Grammar Fanatics United! LOL!

:dance: YAAAAY! FIRST REPLIER!!!! I WIIIIN!

:blink: Uh...never mind.. :P

Oh, BTW, if ya didn't notice, I actually put up a pic of mehself. Kinda gay-looking, but hey, now you can get an idea of what I look like, since you seem to feel like stalking me... LOL, JUST kidding!


~Rach~

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XD

*Watches in awe as Beks flies into the sunset* AMAAAZING! *Applaudapplaud*

Omz Rach (I almost called you Chica WTF!! I've been on YL too much lately! :blink: ): LULZ I know. I've gotten super lazy lately. The reason I usually don't reply is that it seems that the person writing has already gotten so many that they wouldn't care if they got one more, but then I have to remind myself that we writers are a very greedy bunch! REVIEWS GALORE! :lol:

One thing that attracts me to review, though, is if someone has an amazing or good story that no one has posted a response to. It maeks dis Krista sad plz.

I think all writers deserve some credit, though, and to form a committee would be kewl! Maybe we can make a topic for it under IDOJ Jobs? Hmmm.

Well, you were my first replier for the last part, so you win SOME COOKIES! Plus you just rock so there. :rock:

... OMG YOU DID? *Runs with binoculars* JKJK, I'm not a creepy stalker person! ... Or am I? :ph43r: LOL.

[CraazyOne]

LOL, Chica...Wow... Well, come to think of it, I think I almost called Justine "Sunny" a few times. :blink:

Oh, yeah! That's a great idea! But would those who sign up have to read EVERY fic? Cuz...that's time-consuming...LOL! We could try to reply to most, I guess, and maybe eventually we'd get everybody. I'd hate to make a writer feel left out.

Yup, yup, veeerrrry greedy. I know I am! I mean, don't you always feel like tearing your hair out if you know someone has read your fic, but not replied? I love to know readers' opinions...as I'm sure every author does. ^_^

GAAAHHH! *runs from stalker woman* LOL! J/K!


~Rach~

[Beks]

*flies up and stops behind Krista, after flying around the world* A review committee would be a super idea! *scares Krista* Oh, sorry. Anyway, I already do that kinda. I write reviews for all kinds of fanfics, unless I really hate it, which is not often. But if it's a particularly good fanfic, I get more detailed in my review. Such as TOSOT, A Little Too Far, and the like. Here, here's one for this one:


I love how you desided to do a Halloween themed fanfic, because there are not that many, and I really liked how you kept that creepy, horror movie feel throughout the whole thing, such as Libby getting dragged underground, and the hidden room in the haunted house. Plus you kept writing it even after the Halloween spirit had passed. I really like it when fics are not abandoned. That took a special love of Halloween and writing to keep that going.



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