@TTT: Are you Brookeira? Or Butterfly? And could Shadow's ghost come to lurk around? Please. 

(Well l really can't write anything if all of the AEs have disappeared)

Ghost of SD: Hehehehe.......Glad you're gone.

What? You're a ghost. Why should you care? 

Ghost of SD: Because l don't. 

Well that's nice. You're dead.

Begin recording, Day 4, Part two

I can't BELIEVE I agreed to this. We lost St. Owl in one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. I need to get back to that room, but I can't seem to leave my sleeping bag. Shadow too, that was absolutly horrifying. And that last roar she gave? I was crying. I'm a Time Lord! I'm supposed to be saving people here! But I can't even save a dragon from burning honey or a half owl from books! And the Doctor came, why would he spend his time with such a disgrace to the time lords when he should have much better things to do? (Lemony Snicket, get back here. I'm not letting you out of my sight after that thing upstairs.) I need to get out of here. But of course, me being an idiot, I parked my TARDIS outside! Everybody else is still asleep. That was really weird, how everybody just fell over and fell asleep. This TTT guy, I don't trust him. Then again, I don't think anybody does, but still. I have to get everybody out, give my regeneration if I have to. I still have six left, but I have feeling that they won't work here. But part of another thing that worries me is that I've lived this long. I know that sounds really twisted, but as far as I know, I could be the murderer! That's the scariest thing about all this. If I'm the killer, then I'll never be able to live with myself. 

I've... Got to... sleep...  

(Recorder crashes tp the ground and continues recording the eerie silence until Lemony accidentally steps on it.) 

PS:TTT, are you Cloudy Dweller? 

Hey where are those rocket boosters you were not supposed to be talking about? I'm impatient!

[HAB's ghost rises from grave] Spyyyrooooo, leeaaarnnn soooommmee paaaaaatience... doooo youuuuu have aaaanannnnyyyy ideaaaaaaa how looooong it taaaaakes to wriiiiiite an RP?

That was the worst ghost voice I've ever heard.

[HAB's ghost] Shuuuttt uuuuupp, no one even knooooows where you aaaarrre...

Yeah, so how do you?

[HAB] This isn't canoooooooonnnn.

Oh. Well, in that case...

*picks up random celestial pie and throws at HAB*

[HAB] I'm a ghooooost, rememmmmber? They gooooo right throoooooough meeeeeeee!

Seriously, stop with the voice.

[HAB] I will haauuunt you for the rest of your liiiiiiiife, because you were not a gooooood friiiiieeeend....

AHH!

[HAB] Heh, just kidding. I gotta go back to the underworld now. They have so many donuts there *evil laugh*

NO WAIT PLEASE BRING ME DONUTS.

[HAB] *floats back down into ground* 

Dang it!  

The thoughts of St.

Well. This was unexpected.

After everything started falling down, things became black. I was aware of coughing, but not really. And then...

I wasn't. I just didn't exist. I was nothing, and yet I was everything.

And then there was light.

And then there was me.

I went towards the light.

I found myself rising from underneath mounds of books. Not a page fluttered. Strange.

I looked at my hands. Transparent! I gasped, and glanced around. The library had been destroyed.

I picked up seven books- THE FIRST EDITIONS OF ALL THE HARRY POTTERS! OH MY GOSH SQUEEEEE and left the room. By walking through the door. The books weren't a problem. Weird.

I had to think about how ironic it was that I had been killed by the things I treasure most in life. Definitely a dent in my heart.

Well, it'll probably be very creepy and saddening to the other CBers if they found me, so instead I decided to hide out somewhere. I found a Harry-Potter style broom cupboard that had a staircase that led to a small room with a couch. Perfect. I sat down and began to read.

l wrote a poem for you, Teller of Tales. Here it is.

l

Will

Forever walk these dusty halls.

And           

l 

Will 

Be 

Forever more just 

A

Memory

Of something long gone.

l

Am

But a 

Whisper

Of the past,

A ghost. 

l

Will

Forever

Haunt these

Lonely halls.

Though the

Mortal world

Will rush by.

l

Do

Not

Care.

For

l

Am

Just a memeory,

A ghost.

And l

Will be 

Forgotten

Like the rest. 

l am not Brookeira, or Butterfly, or Katydid, or Cloudy Dweller.

@TARDISrider: Don't feel bad. Go blame the murder and eat pencils. That should help. 

@Spyro: What? Did l say anything about rocket boosters? l'm pretty sure that l didn't.  

Day 5

Shifting holds a bomb, carefully. "It's our only way out of here," she states. They are trapped in one of the hallways, having woken up there and finding out that the way to the main room was sealed off.

" Do you realize that we have no way to run from the bomb?" Silvery asks.

"l'm hungry..... ," moans Spyro. "We're going to starve here."

"He's right," says Shifting. "It's either starve or use the bomb."

"Why can't we do something else?" asks Turgon.

"BECAUSE."

"Because wha-"

"Wait. Do you hear that?" Grasshopper asks the other alter egos. They do. It's a whistling sound, almost like a-"BOMB!" yells MP.

"WE CAN'T GO ANYWHERE," screams Devil, as the ground starts to shake and rumble. There is a sudden crash and Devil is thrown into the other wall. Then all is darkness.

The air is thick with dust and the ground is scattered with sharp bits of rock. Spyro picks himself up and shakes the rubble off himself. He takes a deep breath and finds out that it tastes like pudding. Odd.

He can't see a thing for the dust. Spyro takes a step forward and trips over the limp body of Baefire, who has blacked out.

A few more and he bumps into Silvery, who is awake. "Ow! Who is it?"

"Spyro."

"Where's everyone else?"

"Out cold."

They  feel their way to where the bomb fell, and find the once-sealed-up wall blasted to pieces.  "How nice," says Silvery, and they walk through.

********

"Ow." Brookeira pushes herself off the floor. "What was that?" The pudding-dust is settling into puddles of, well, pudding.  “It’s banana pudding,” says Clock, tasting a bit of it.

“It felt like a bomb,” says Will. “A pudding bomb.”

“And why would anyone drop a pudding bomb on the hotel?” asks Shadowdancer.

“Maybe they wanted to destroy it,” Somebody suggests. Madeline shrugs. “Maybe not. Where are the others?” They look around and find TARDISrider knocked out, along with Booksy and Katydid.

“Oh, look!” says Will, “The bomb made a hole over there! We’re not trapped anymore!”

They see Spyro poke his head out. He grins. “l found you! What is this stuff, anyways?”

“It’s PUDDING,” yells a voice behind Spyro and Silvery. They whirl around to see Grasshopper, hopping about excitedly. “l never thought that pudding would taste so good!”

Silvery takes one look at a puddle of pudding and look sick. “It’s delicious!” insists Grasshopper. He goes hopping off to a pile of rubble. “OH! Look what l found!” He dashes over to the others. “PUDDING! Enough to fill a swimming pool! Come see!”

“l doubt it,” says Dragonrider.

“Come look for yourself!”

So they follow Grasshopper to the far side of the room, and there sure enough is a huge pool of pudding, gathered on the floor. “Just look at it!” says Grasshopper, perched on a block of stone. “Wonderful! Amazing!”

Someone, no one saw who, creeps up behind Grasshopper while he is talking. “This,” he says, sweeping his arms wide. “Is-” The person behind him gives him a shove, and he goes tumbling, down, down, into the pudding.

“l can’t swim!” gasps Grasshopper, sinking. And before any of the CBers realize what is happening, Grasshopper is gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

R.I.P. Grasshopper. Rest in pudding.

Will-Nooo! Grasshopper!

Silvery-I'll save you grasshopper!  (Jumps in afyer grasshopper) Wait, I can't swim either! HELP!!  Spyro- (reaches out and pulls Silvery back in
to shore . ) It's too late for him, Silvery. I hope that our friend
Grasshopper is enjoying the finest donuts heaven had to offer.

RIP Grasshopper

Well, Grasshopper died.....In pudding.......And someone dropped a bomb on the hotel. Altogether very disturbing. Not like l really care. l'm a ghost, after all. 

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Spyro

Journal, Day idontevenknowanymore

PUDDING PUDDING PUDDING PUUUUDDDDIIIIINGGGGG

I may have found a new obsession, just kidding, nothing can ever replace my insatiable love for donuts <3

Oh, and Grasshopper's dead. Oh well, more pudding for me YAY.

SPYRO OUT! 

---

Hotairballoon

Hey look, another ghost friend in the underworld YAY.

--- 

Day 6

Wait, is someone yelling in my ear? wonders Dragonrider. l hope not. But unfortunately, someone is.  “Very sorry to interrupt you, but did you know that six percent of all crackers on Earth are not really crackers? Outdated studies show that these crackers are actually a mere fragment of your imagination, and don’t really exist. Don’t believe in the crackers.  The crackers are a lie. An even more outdated study by a renowned lunatic reveals that  peacock feathers are extraterrestrial, so be wary of all agents from the vague-yet-menacing government agency. (Y’know that one.)

The P.A. clicks off. Good. Now l can sleep. “Lookie here!” yells someone, then trips over Dragonrider.

She pokes her head from the jumble of blankets, which is odd because she went to sleep in a sleeping bag. The pudding is gone, and the hole in the wall is less jagged, almost like it is healing.

The floors are covered in scratchy wool blankets, and there are crackers, just floating there. l know, it’s almost too good to be true. (It is, really.) Dragonrider turns to the person who tripped over her, which happens to be Will, who happens to be dodging a pie, which just happens to fly into Baefire, who nows has his day ruined.

“Ah, ha!” says a man in a bow-tie who just appeared there. “These crackers don’t exist!” He grabs one and eats it.

“Pretty tasty for something that doesn’t exist.” Then suddenly wonders why everyone is glaring at him.

“l’m, er, The Doctor,-”

“We know who you are,” says Katydid.

“Well good for you!”

“Humph.”

“What? I’m not the least bit annoying, or obnoxious, and gosh, the crackers do taste good.”

Booksy picks one from the air. “They do.”

“But they don’t exist!” protests Dragonrider.

“Who said that?”

“Why that annoying voice did!”

Clock shrugs. “l didn’t hear it.” Others chime in that they didn’t either.

“Ooh, look! A peacock feather!”

The CBers go rushing off the pursue of the peacock feather. Dragonrider is confused. What is wrong with these people?

“l almost got it!” cries Shadowdancer, running after the flying feather. It leads them in circles, all of them trailing after it, then finally out a menacing-looking door that wasn’t there before.

“Well, that was odd.” Even the Doctor went running after the feather.

“What do l do? Follow, l guess.” But the door is gone.

*****

Meanwhile, on the other side of the menacing door, the CBers find themselves in a huge black stone room, rather dim expect for a spotlight in the middle, on a full sized swimming pool. They notice that several of the CBers are gone, quite oddly. The floor is smooth, black glass, like you could slide around on it like ice.

And if you look very closely, you can see in the corner hooded figures, holding various instruments of an orchestra.

“This place gives me creeps,” says Feather, looking for an exit. But there is none to be seen. There a cold breeze that ruffles the water of the pool, which is glassy back, like the floor.

“We need to go,” says Madeline. “Now. There is something wrong here.”

The hooded figures suddenly strike up a mournful tune that sends shivers down your spine. “We should go talk to them,” whispers Shifting.

“That’s right,” says Masked Piester, also whispering for some reason. “No,” says Somebody, “This-” She is suddenly gone. Along with everyone but MP, Shifting, Will and Katydid.

“What if we disappear next?” says Katydid.

“l’m telling you, we’ve got to go talk to them,” says Shifting. “It’s our only way out of here.” Will and Katydid shake their heads.

“Nope.”

“Well, l will,” says MP, and with that, she grabs Shifting’s arm and drags her around the pool to the hooded figures, who are still playing.

“Who are you?” demands Masked Piester. They don’t answer. “What have you done with the others?”

“Why wouldn’t you answer us?” Shifting asks the shorter one, playing a violin. MP steps up beside Shifting.

She whispers something to Shifting, which the hooded figure must’ve heard because they suddenly stop playing and swing the violin bow like a sword. Shifting backs away, but before MP can, the hooded figure twirls the bow and jabs it right into Masked Piester’s heart. She falls to the ground and the other hooded figures also stop playing and swing their instruments around like weapons.

“RUN!” yells Katydid, from the other side of the room as the hooded figures start to go after Shifting.

“Masked is beyond help!” When Shifting reaches Will and Katydid a door appears, and they promptly dash out of that creepy room.

They find Dragonrider floating in the air The Teller of Tales floating beside her, eating those non-existent crackers. Everyone else is still missing.

“W-we lost Masked Piester,” gasps Will. “There were hooded figures that--Hey, you look like one of them!” he tells TTT.

“Me? But l’m not a hooded figure. l’m a cloaked figure. There’s a big difference.”

“Well one of them stabbed MP with a violin bow, and we had to run. Why are you floating, Dragonrider?”

She shrugs. “Gosh, these crackers do taste good. l just started floating. No idea how.” Katydid sighs and sits down on the floor. “We lost most everyone. Why aren’t you ever here when we need you?”

The Teller of Tales shrugs. “Very good crackers, you ought to try some.”

~~~~~~~~~

R.I.P. Masked Piester. Rest in that creepy cold, stone room.