User blog:Cartoonprincess/Somnium: Chapter 9 Bohemian Beach Party

''' NOTE : Okay, guys. Whether you loved her or hated her, Sydney finally dies in this chapter. Also, another character makes a special appearance. ;)'''



Chapter 9: Bohemian Beach Party



           As the sun’s rays slowly crept through the horizon and eventually rose over the lush, green hills the next morning, a shadow of bleak weakness incapacitated Sydney. She knew the end was near. It wouldn’t be long before she became completely debilitated and thus, unable to continue her long, silent, painful battle.

           Isabel, who immediately noticed something was off, went over to where she was sitting to investigate her distraught condition.

           “Is everything okay…?” she asked as she raised her eyebrow in concern.

           Sydney removed her hands from her face; her eyes were glazed over. Looking distracted, she stood up and got closer to Isabel.

           “Yeah…listen; I have to tell you something…”

           Isabel moved towards Sydney and tilted her head with a caring expression, “Sure, what is it…?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Sydney then looked deeply into Isabel’s eyes, “…You and I are connected…and pretty soon, we will be the same person…”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Isabel rolled her eyes marginally at what she had heard before.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Lack of sleep daunted over Sydney’s composure as she trembled in fear, “I just worry that once I am gone, I will be quickly replaced and forgotten…”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Isabel’s eyes softened at Sydney’s insecurities, “Sydney, I’m your creator and you’re my creation; nothing’s ever going to get in the way of that…”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Sydney sighed skeptically and sat back down.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Besides, you’re the only creation I have left…” Isabel continued.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “…I won’t be around for much longer…” Sydney stated regretfully.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Isabel smiled tenderly, “Well, as long as you’re still here, I will be here for you…”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Sydney slightly lifted the sides of her lips as she stared vacuously into space.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           In an attempt to get out of this melancholic mood, Isabel decided to gather everyone up in the main hallway.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           She cleared her throat softly, “Um, okay. While I think it’s great that you guys feel so at home here…” her eyes consciously wandered to Yoshi, who had upgraded to a bright red pair of swimming trunks, “…I feel that it’s high time for us to have some sort of outing…”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           The misfit band of users looked cynically at each other, already accustomed to their comfort zone in the cottage.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Come on guys, this will be awesome!” Isabel tried to show some enthusiasm.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Everyone shrugged helplessly and followed her out into the porch and down the stairs.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Isabel’s instinct always told her to keep moving forward, so this was precisely what she did. Leading the gang into a thick brush of ferns and bushes, they precariously made their way through this new, unknown direction. It wasn’t long before an opening appeared in the distance.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           The sun seemed to shine more brightly and blazingly in this area, and it blinded all who came across. Suddenly, the subtle sound of waves crashing became apparent; a loud, powerful gush followed by a gentle sizzle. Surely enough, as they all inhaled, the alluring, tantalizing smell of the salty sea air filled their senses. Distant sounds of seagulls chirping further increased their eagerness and heightened their excitement.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Finally, they arrived at the opening, as their obvious hunches were confirmed.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Sydney, why didn’t you tell me there was a beach so nearby!?” Isabel asked in pleasant shock.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “You never asked,” Sydney simply responded.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           As they all stared in fascination, PurpleJerk took the liberty of standing upon a small rock to make an announcement.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Hey, guys!” she hollered. “We should take advantage of all this and have a beach party, tonight!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Inquisitive mumbles droned from the young wikians as Isabel stroke her chin in thought.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “You know what?” she said. “That’s actually not a bad idea…”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Of course not,” PurpleJerk affirmed with a smirk. “I came up with it!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Hey, now hold up a second,” Tash interrupted hesitantly. “I’ve already had way too many close calls with water since I’ve gotten here. Does it really make sense to force me in, one more time!?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Isabel rolled her eyes, “Ugh, don’t be a baby, Tash!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Sydney looked around anxiously, “So, I suppose you want me to poof up some bathing suits for these crazies, right…?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I’m good!” Yoshi said with a grin.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Isabel smiled endearingly, “Thanks, Sydney that would be very helpful.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           With a snap of her fingers, Sydney poofed up some attractive swimwear on the bodies of the users.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Just then, Samlovesham had a mini-attack on the sand.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! BIKINIS!” she screamed.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Go with more modest swimwear,” Isabel whispered.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Got it,” Sydney, once again, snapped her fingers.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           With that, the festivities began.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           All of a sudden, a boom box that was placed on the sand started playing. El Costa de la Vida by Juan Luis Guerra and Kokomo by The Beach Boys were among the many songs blasting from the speakers. Then, as the sun began to go down, a rousing game of limbo ensued.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           When the night fell, the colorful lights came on as the music continued to play. By this time, the music was slower and more relaxing.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           At this point, everyone was herded into different clans of friends; Lucy, Tash, Slappy and Candy were frolicking on one side, while Rosalie, Maryan and Marc all hung out on the opposite side. Still on another end were AllYouNeedIsSeddie, Latersgee, and MirandaCosgroveFan13, while Yoshi, Churchpants, Samlovesham, Tara, Otherworldly Poptart, ILoveSeddie1234321 and xx conversed and shifted periodically throughout the night. Isabel was mainly a part of the last group. Although there were plenty of other evident cliques scattering across the shoreline, the aforementioned ones appeared to be the most prominent at this place and time.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           These types of divisions were commonplace on the wiki. Naturally, as people got to know one another, they grew closer to some people than others. However, in times of crisis (which there were many), they somehow all had a way of coming together, even if it was merely for the sake of liking the same show. While they had their occasional dysfunctions and disagreements, there was always an unspoken but somewhat expressed mutual love between them.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Although Alica was normally one to be social, something still appeared to troubling her as she leaned on a fence nearby. Brittana, who had picked up on her good friend’s troubles, decided to check up on her and deduce what was the matter.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Upon increasing proximity, she realized that Alica was staring sadly at Ar0n, who was laughing and talking with Becky.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Brittana narrowed her eyes and smirked hazily as she looked over at them and then back at Alica.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Oooh, you like him, don’t you!?” she teased as her smile brightened and she poked Alica’s belly.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Snapped out of her daze, Alica scowled at this impression.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “No, I don’t!” she retorted as she crossed her arms.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Unconvinced, Brittana raised an eyebrow and said, “Yeah, you do, and you’re jealous of Becky because she has been spending the whole night with him!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Alica worriedly lifted her eyes and bit her lip, “Becky and I just made up; I’m not going to let something as silly as a guy come between us…”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Brittana blinked in concern, “…Okay, but don’t you think you should at least talk to her…?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Alica hesitated at that suggestion.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “…Th-There’s nothing to talk about…” she stomped off in frustration.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Brittana sighed and walked away.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Meanwhile, hanging around in another corner was Tash, Lucy, Candy and Slappy. From across the way, Slappy could see Isabel. Initially laughing with Samlovesham, xx and Churchpants, Isabel looked up and saw him. The brief eye contact they shared was drowned out by bitter awkwardness as she looked down in shame.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Slappy inhaled sharply and closed his eyes in discomfort.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Is everything okay, dude..?” Tash asked his friend.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Pretending nothing was amiss, Slappy smiled coolly.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Everything’s as peachy as pie!” he replied in slender sarcasm.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Tash responded to this with a confused, tilted look and decided not to ask any further questions.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Well, if you ever need us, we’ll be here. We’re all friends here, right Tash…?” Lucy added in malevolence.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           To this, Tash’s eyes widened in fear and slight guilt. He figured it was in his best interest to ignore the malice and just sit down.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Candy, who was to the side quietly observing the whole time, suddenly became aware of what was going on and pulled Lucy aside.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Okay, what’s going on between you and Tash…?” she demanded.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Lucy scoffed and crossed her arms, “At the moment, absolutely nothing.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Candy gave Lucy a caring look of consideration, “Don’t let it get to you…he’ll come around.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Lucy looked up, “…Thanks.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Candy smiled and winked, “No problem!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Suddenly, PurpleJerk scurried across the sand and got up a fallen log to make another announcement.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “YOU GUYS, LET’S START A CAMPFIRE!” she advocated.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           At that, everyone gathered around and sat on the fallen log. After a pleasant fire had been started, they all got cozy and enjoyed the lovely flame. After a few moments, a devious smile appeared on Becky’s face.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Let’s play Truth or Dare!” she encouraged.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Overall, this conception was met with mixed emotions. However, it did not take long for things to pick up.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Okay, Loony! Truth or Dare!?” Churchpants began excitedly.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Uhhh, truth…I guess…” Isabel was not about to take a shameless, stupid dare; she had embarrassed herself enough in her own fantasy world.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Okay…” Churchpants thought. “…do you like Slappy!?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Interest and curiosity suddenly swept the campfire. Slappy sunk in his seat and covered his eyes.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Isabel felt nauseated at the question and didn’t know quite how to answer it. Sweat rolled down her forehead.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Noting her best friend’s uneasiness, Samlovesham stepped up, “…The truth is that she’s obviously not comfortable answering that question, right now…” She flashed a quick smile towards Isabel.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Though Isabel was grateful of Samlovesham’s hasty and quick-witted support, she was too distracted and preoccupied with the question to properly thank her.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Next, ILoveSeddie1234321 asked Alica, “Truth or Dare!?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Alica pondered nervously at the challenge but eventually said, “G-go ahead, hit me with a dare!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           ILoveSeddie1234321 smiled evilly, “Why don’t you kiss Ar0n…?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Everyone gasped.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Becky choked as her eyes widened, “What!?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Oh-ho-ho,” Brittana chuckled softly.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Clearly distressed, Alica didn’t say a word as she casually glanced over at Ar0n.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Come on, it’s a dare! You have to do it!” ILoveSeddie1234321 said.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Alica was in no position to protest and somehow, Ar0n couldn’t find the voice to do it, either.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           With minimal hesitation, they both leaned over. The kiss lasted much longer than anyone expected. Once Alica eyed the crowd, she realized that everyone was staring with a mixture of shock and fascination.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Moving on, it was Candy’s turn to make a request.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Okay, Lucy; Truth or Dare!?” she asked innocently.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Lucy panicked. Whether it was truth or dare, she knew that Candy had something on her.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “D-dare,” she muttered softly. What was the worst she could come up with?

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “I dare…” Candy’s eyes rolled over to the crowd. “…you to slow dance with Tash!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Lucy covered her face in dread.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Tash responded with a scared look as he awkwardly stared at his feet.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Taking matters into her own hands, Candy ran over to the boom box and turned up the volume of a ballad that was playing. She then dragged the two bashful users towards each other and put Lucy’s hands on Tash’s shoulders.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">As all this was happening, Sydney’s condition was progressively getting worse. All of a sudden, she put her hand on her heart and moaned loudly.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Isabel gasped, “…SYDNEY!?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Giving into fate, Sydney rolled off the log and began to hyperventilate.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Absolutely terrified at what she was witnessing, Isabel desperately ran over and took her creation’s hand.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Sydney…Sydney, speak to me! Please don’t leave me; I can’t do this without you!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Don’t worry…” Sydney’s voice was shrill and hoarse. “The transformation is almost complete…”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Isabel was going hysterical, “What!? What transformation!? Sydney, please make sense!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Overcome obstacles…..face fears…..admit your faults…” Sydney babbled incoherently before finally closing her eyes for good.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">When Isabel felt Sydney’s hand go cold, tears welled up in her eyes and she let out a shriek.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“NOOOOOOOOOO!” she cried.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Toon, it’s okay, calm down…” Tash comforted.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Isabel scoffed hopelessly in her own tears, “Ugh, no, don’t you get it!? She was the only one who knew how to get us out of here!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Desperately, she continued to sob when all of a sudden, she noticed her bike rolling towards her, slowly and eerily.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“My bike!” Isabel exclaimed in surprise as she ran towards it. “I’ve been looking all over for it!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Just then, dark clouds started to form above the scene. An enormous, frightening portal opened in the center.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Oh, great! Another portal!?” Isabel presumed in exasperation.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Coming from deep within the spooky abyss, one could hear emphatic, maniacal laughter.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I TOLD YOU THAT YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE LAST OF ME! HA-HA-HA!” a wicked, villainous female voice said.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">A strong, forceful wind began to shake up the entire beach as everyone stared intently at the tall, petrifying woman with long, flowing hair.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“NOW THAT SYDNEY IS DEAD, YOU POOR KIDDIES DON’T STAND A CHANCE!” she looked over and smiled devilishly at Isabel, “SHE SAID YOU COULDN’T DO THIS ON YOUR OWN, WHICH IS WHY I BROUGHT ALL YOUR FRIENDS HERE, CHILD…”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Isabel blinked slowly in abrupt realization, “Wait a minute, you were the one who brought all my wiki buddies here, not Sydney! You made me accuse my own creation!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“OH, NO! YOU ACCUSED HER YOURSELF, CHILD! DON’T BLAME ME!” the woman cleverly pointed out.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Alas, before any further questions or accusations could be made, the nameless villain ended her cameo. With a zap and a flash she was gone; as if it had never happened.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Toon, who the hell was that!?” a user named SunriseDaisy asked in outrage.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Still shaken from what she had just seen, she simply responded, “I don’t...know...”

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