A Hype of Fright

[Immortalfire]

*Hype gang is on a boat, heading for an island with a freakin creepy looking house*

Mee: Geesh, they sure picked a creepy enough night to read a will.

DOG LIPS: You would have to inherit a fortune, Bella

DBella: Sorry.

Immortalfire Quite the story though. It's in the paper, "Local millionaire Walter Williams leaves a load of cash after his death, including the babe of the northwest, DBella. Williams was drowing once, and was rescued by Bella, who as a result was remembered in the will."

DBella: I had bought tickets to a Seahawks game from him on eBay, and a drowning might have interrupted the process.

jaguarr: So how did he really die? jag

Mee: Badminton accident.

Mister J: They say it also involved a grilled cheese sandwich.

jaguarr: Tragic. jag

DBella: What's a tragic jag?

jaguarr: No, just tragic. jag

DBella: My head hurts.

Mee: Why am I piloting a boat? I don't know how.

Darth Elektra: Why did we all have to come along?

Immortalfire: Because Bella thinks we're hot, studly men who will protect her from harm.

DOG LIPS: We get a cut of the moolah don't we?

DBella: Only if you behave.

Immortalfire: For DL, that's a no.

*everyone laughs*

Darth Elektra: We're approaching the island.

Mee: What island?

*the boat runs aground*

DOG LIPS: This island, dumbass.

Mister J: Let's get this overwith. I have to go home and get ready for the Dolphins' next defeat.

End of Part I.....

 

[Mee]

Never fear when I'm at the helm.t:


Good start.

 

[hippie_hunter]

How is it that DBella is in ever Hype fic

 

[bored]

Because she's the only girl who's guaranteed to read them and admit it.

 

[Immortalfire]

*they knock on the door*

DBella: Knock on wood. Tee hee.

*the door creaks open*

Drakon: Whazzup.

DOG LIPS: WTF?

Drakon: Walter was my uncle. Not to mention he had the best toilet in the county, perfect for dumps.

Mee: Good to know, because I have to do that.

Drakon: Find your own dumping station. It's time to play the will.

jaguarr: Play the will? jag

Drakon: Uncle Walt recorded his will on an 8-track. I hope it still works, the stone age was a long time ago.

Darth Elektra: I just walked into a cobweb.

Mee: Looks good on you.

*Drakon plays the 8-track*

Walter Williams' Voice: Evening all. Whoever the hell you are, other than DBella and nephew Drak. Each of you will recieve an equal share of my fortune, provided you spend one night here in the old mansion. But there's one thing I have to say...

Mister J: Probably something stupid like, the house is haunted.

Walter Williams' Voice: The house is haunted.

Mister J: When will I learn to keep my mouth shut?

DOG LIPS: I condemn you to the basement.

Immortalfire: The Flame senses danger.

Walter Williams' Voice: Now goodnight, and pleasant dreams. Muahahaha.

Mee: Do we get to share a room with Bella?

Drakon: In your dreams, freak. You get to bunk with Dog boy over there.

Mee: Oh joy.

jaguarr: Let's hit the sack. jag

Darth Elektra: Sack jag sounds like a dance.

DBella: Let's do the sack jag! *dances*

*the guys: *

DBella: Erhm, alright. Goodnight. *exits to the swanky, stylin bedroom*

Drakon: As family, I'm excused. I'll be back tomorrow to see who remains.

End of Part II....

 

[Mee]

Mee: Do we get to share a room with Bella?

Drakon: In your dreams, freak. You get to bunk with Dog boy over there.

Mee: Oh joy.

Crash and burn.

 

[hippie_hunter]

Because she's the only girl who's guaranteed to read them and admit it.

Why not put in Twilight or the crossdressing Aunt Petunia in more of them

 

[Immortalfire]

Mister J: It's just great we're getting to Halloween, and we're in this place. I have a bad feeling about this.

Immortalfire: Relax, Obi-Wan

Mister J: Just don't let DL move any closer.

DOG LIPS: I don't know what you're suggesting.

*a cry is heard down the hall*

Guys: Bella!

*they run to her*

DBella: I can't find my blankie!

jaguarr: Here is is. jag

DBella: My hero

Mee: Is this joint really haunted?

Darth Elektra: Remember those paintings coming up the stairs?

Mee: Yeah.

Darth Elektra: Was Christopher Columbus Chinese?

Mee: No.

Darth Elektra: Then something's up.

jaguarr: I need a bath. jag

*back in the room*

DOG LIPS: *reading the National Examiner* Get this, world's fattest woman weds two headed Elvis clone. Now there's a headline I can believe.

jaguarr: Heeeellllllpppp! jag

*they rush into the bathroom, just in time to see jag fall into a trap door*

Mee: Jag's gone!

Mister J: Oh crap.

Immortalfire: It's begun.

End of Part III.....

 

[bored]

DBella's far more enthusiastic. And I've used all three of them in my stuff.

 

[Immortalfire]

DBella: So he just vanished?

Mee: Yup, but where?

Darth Elektra: The Batcave?

Immortalfire: Hey look at this...

*they examine a dusty mirror, that someone has written on*

Mister J: It reads, "The first is gone, the rest will too. Unless you get outta here, I'll go BOO!"

DOG LIPS: I don't get it.

Mister J: Someone wants us to get the hell out of here.

DBella: Well, it won't work with you guys here.

Darth Elektra: You betcha.

*a freakin weird, creepy laugh is heard from somewhere*

Mee: What was that?

Immortalfire: Er...probably just the wind.

Mee: That's the first wind I've heard with a sense of humor.

DOG LIPS: Not me.

Mister J: Don't worry Bella, no wind is scaring us off.

Mee: It's not?

Mister J: No.

Immortalfire: He's right. Jag is missing, something wants us outta here, but we couldn't leave without him.

DOG LIPS: Well, we could.

Immortalfire: Anyway, Bella's been there for us. It's time to return the favor. So, let's split up gang!

*jag bursts into the room*

jaguarr: Holy crap! jag

Mee: Crap jag?

Immortalfire: What happened?

jaguarr: The tub dropped me into the basement. And there...I saw... jag

DBella: You saw yourself?

jaguarr: No. A freakin weird, green ghost in a hood! jag

Darth Elektra: Sounds like a Ringwraith on crack.

Mister J: Let's move out.

End of Part IV...

 

[Mee]

jaguarr: No. A freakin weird, green ghost in a hood! jag

Darth Elektra: Sounds like a Ringwraith on crack.

That is wack.t:

 

[DBella]

Ooh! A Halloween-themed fan fic! Spook-tastic!
*proceeds to read*

After reading...

I'm lovin' it, Immortalfire! I think you got the characters right and what a great bunch of dudes for me to be stuck in a haunted mansion with. Also, it has a Scooby Doo feel to it which I thoroughly enjoy since it's one of my favorite shows. Awesome job and I look forward to the next chapter.

PS. I want that Seahawks blankie for Christmas. K, thanx.

 

[DBella]

Why not put in Twilight or the crossdressing Aunt Petunia in more of them

Because like... you know, you need like an airhead in like... every horror story. Everybody knows that. DUH!

Anyway, you're breathing my air and I feel suffocated. *continues to chew gum, flicks hair, pushes hippie hunter aside and walks away. Trips on a shuttlecock after taking two steps.*

Oops... tee hee. Don't worry, I'm okay. * *

 

[Spider-Man Luvr28]

Ooh neat. Cool fic 'Fire. I like it so far. I :heart: Bella's blankie.

 

[Mister J]

My character is so heroic. I'm totally going to hold aloft to a magic sword and be imbued with special powers by the end of this thing.

...wait a minute. That's the story for my fanfic.

 

[Man-Thing]

I want to be a villian, but an actual legitimate villian. Not the typical "I make you all surrener to me- and then gets humiliated type villian" you normally write me as. I want to be the major villian of this!

 

[Immortalfire]

DOG LIPS: I'll just bet Drakon is behind all this.

DBella: Really?

DOG LIPS: Yeah, he's probably trying to scam you out of the dough Williams left.

Immortalfire: Why?

DOG LIPS: He's just a sneaky little twit.

Mee: Jag, put some pants on.

jaguarr: Sorry, I forgot. jag

Darth Elektra: I checked the tub, weird though, it's bolted down. A trap door is well hidden.

Mister J: Let's all camp in this same room, so if this ghost Jag saw comes in to grab Bella, we'll grab him...it.

Darth Elektra: Why do you think it's after Bella?

Mister J: Duh, because she's in the will.

jaguarr: Don't put the "duh" in "dumb", DE. jag

Darth Elektra: Whatev. Let's bunk down.

DOG LIPS: Camp...in same room....with...a girl? *begins to tremble and sweat*

*Mee blasts DL with a fire extinguisher*

DOG LIPS: Thanks

*Soon....*

Darth Elektra: Pssst..did you hear that?

DOG LIPS: Yeah, my tummy. I guess I shouldn't have had that limburger and sardine sandwich for lunch.

jaguarr: Gross. jag.

Darth Elektra: No! I mean, that low clanking sound.

Mee: I hear it.

DBella: Protect me!

Immortalfire: With my dying breath.

*the clanking gets closer...the door opens. the gang hides, and a weird cloaked figure enters, looking very much like a Ringwraith, but ghostly*

Ghostly Figure: Muahahahahahah!!!!! *looks around* Huh?!!! GIRL!!!!!????

DOG LIPS: *jumps up* No girl for you, b****!

Ghostly Figure: Arrgh. MUahahahahaha *runs out the hall*

Immortalfire: Grab that phantom!

*they run into the hall, but the ghost is gone*

Mee: Dude, what the hell?

DBella: Jenkies, that was a ghost and I am scared!

Mister J: I have an idea.

End of Part V....

 

[DOG LIPS]

DOG LIPS: Camp...in same room....with...a girl? *begins to tremble and sweat*


How do you know me so well?

 

[Mee]

Another good chapter.

 

[DBella]

Holy Hawk of the Sea, I said "jinkies!"!!! This seems to get better and Better. I suspected Drak too but since he's the obvious suspect maybe it's not him afterall.

Great stuff, I'Fire!

 

[Darth Elektra]

lol, thats awsome, I just got done printing it.

 

[Immortalfire]

Mister J: The only way we can end this crap, is to catch the ghost.

DOG LIPS: Who we gonna call?

Mister J: Don't go there. This is serious.

DOG LIPS: Ahw, poop.

DBella: I can only hope we'll have a crazy chase through the mansion?

Immortalfire: If we're lucky.

DBella: Oooh!

Mee: He's right, the ghost is a fake for sure. See this? *points at doorknob* A mix of green paint, and flour.

jaguarr: Fake ghost? jag

Darth Elektra: Let's nail this bum.

*the gang heads to the kitchen*

jaguarr: I've seen some crazy set ups before, but this is nutso. jag

Mee: I like it.

Mister J: See, the ghost runs in here, and slips on this sudsy floor. He slips, and we use this electric fan to blow him into the net I conveniently found in the broom closet.

jaguarr: Brilliant. jag

DBella: How do we get him in here?

Mister J: Bait. *glances at 'fire and DE*

Immortalfire: What?

Darth Elektra: Don't look at me.

Mister J: I'll bet the ghost hates loyal football fans.

Immortalfire: You got me there, but...

DBella: You guys would do this for me, right? *bats eyes*

Darth Elektra: Abso-freakin-loutly.

Immortalfire: What he said.

*they exit*

jaguarr: Now we wait. jag

DOG LIPS: The wayaiiting...is the hardest part...

*everyone glares at DL*

DOG LIPS: Fine

*Soon....*

Darth Elektra: What I want to know, is how we're supposed to get a ghost's attention.

Immortalfire: Use some of that South Carolina charm. "Smiling faces, beautiful places" so it says on your license plates.

Darth Elektra: Alright Georgia boy, I will. Oh mister ghost, we're right here. Ready and willing.

Immortalfire: Willing?

Darth Elektra: Help me

Immortalfire: Dude. Oh ghosty, I've got a fresh buschel of peaches for you!

*the ghost apppears out of nowhere*

Ghost: Rrrraaaaghhhh!!! BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Immortalfire: Let's rock and roll!

*they run, the ghost is in pursuit*

Ghost: Want money...want girl!!!!

Darth Elektra: Feet, make tracks!

*in the kitchen...*

Mee: It's obvious that Boba Fett died, dude. The Sarlacc belched.

Mister J: Nah, no body, no death. I say he'll resurface sometime.

Immortalfire: Get ready!!!!

*they run in, the ghost follows*

Ghost: Raaaagghh....whoops! *slips on the sudded up floor* Whooooaaaaa....

jaguarr: Fan on! jag

*the fan gusts the ghost toward the net, but the ghost grabs the counter top*

Ghost: Arrgghhh...won't beat me!!!!

DBella: Oh no you didn't!

*Bella runs up and socks the ghost square across the jaw. ghost falls back into the net*

DBella: No one's keeping me away from my Hawks game.

Darth Elektra: Got him!

Mee: Who is it, really?

DOG LIPS: Drakon, I swear. He's the only one who conveniently left before it all started.

jaguarr: He may be right. jag

Immortalfire: Let's see. *reaches and pulls off the ghost's face and headpiece*

jaguarr: Whoa...it's....

Mee: Oh for crying out loud.

DBella: I don't recognize him.
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Mister J: I do. Ghostrider87.

Darth Elektra: What were you doing?

Ghostrider87: I wanted to get back you critics who were always dogging on the Titans. I read about the fortune, and thought if I could scare you off I'd get the money, and could buy season tickets to their games.

Immortalfire: How is that getting back at us?

Ghostrider87: I was also going to buy my way into the team organization, and improve them. Then you'd all be sorry.

DBella: And all the girl calling?

Ghostrider87: I'd also use the money to impress Carmen, and she'd love me. I yelled girl to fuel myself. And I'd have gotten away with it, if it weren't for you pesky Hypesters and that dog.

DOG LIPS: Hey

Mister J: That's the worst plan ever. Anyhow, Malice and Dew will deal with you.

DBella: Wow, so that's all?

Immortalfire: Not quite.

End of Part VI....

 

[Darth Elektra]

LOL! Thats great! Love the lines

"Use some of that South Carolina charm. "Smiling faces, beautiful places" so it says on your license plates."

"Abso-freakin-loutly."

 

[Mister J]

I'm literally screaming out loud over the the revelation of the 'ghost'. Oh God, that's just classic. I'm getting way too much enjoyment out of this. 'fire, I salute you.

I think this should be posted just for reference...

 

[DBella]

Lordy Lou!! This is so effin' awesome that I almost pee'd in my shorts!! Ghostrider... I didn't think it'd be him but it all make sense now. You are so on fire, I'Fire!

Can't wait for the next chapter.