Pulling my canary yellow belly top over my hot pink lace top, I frantically push my bright pink hair into my usual style and slip on my pink pumps. It's techno night at the club, and I need to look my best if I want any tips. I'm a barmistress, and also additional security personnel. I love the uniform, because it means I get to wear a stupid cowboy hat around my neck and have an empty pistol holstered at my hip. I look amazing, and I grin as I exit my apartment. My UV pink hair glows magically in the Ultraviolet light above the door to my apartment complex, and my bubblegum pink lipstick seems poppin'. I make my way up the mountain outside my apartment, using the long, winding road that leads up to Club Ebott. It's techno night every night, and the logo is five crosses, each with a flashing neon ribbon in various colours. It's our tribute to those who disappeared. The first one being over two hundred years ago, the last being only a year ago. The club was built a few days after Undenu went missing, his face on posters all around town. He was pretty cute, and my next door neighbour. Never complained about my loud music at midnight, or that time when I accidentally puked on his doorstep. He was pretty chill. Anyway, the actual crosses are about three miles further up the trail, and every Sunday I go up to place a candle at each cross. Kind of my tribute.

I make my way to the staff entrance of the club and hurry inside, eager to start my shift ASAP, gotta make some money somehow. Besides, I fairly popular at the bar, and tips and phone numbers always make their way over to me. By the end of a night I can earn around £500 in tips, and have around 15-20 phone numbers, the record being 169 (Gay Pride always brought a shed load of extra customers.) I head behind the bar and start serving drinks; the Cyan S, Amber Paps, Cobalt Shorties, Orchid Spiders, and Viridian Combats. Each one a little special, and each highly alcoholic. The average person will be intoxicated after two of each, and we limit our patrons to a maximum of 3 specials. The rest of the drinks list is mostly alco-pops or waters. My cowboy hat gets in the way, and I occasionally have to whip out the empty pistol to threaten some unruly customers, but it's never too serious in here. The most disturbance we get is a pile of vomit in the middle of the dance floor, or a couple getting a little too friendly in the upstairs lounge area. Part of the reason the bar is on the mountain is because of the amount of noise we generate.

My shift starts at 11PM and finishes at 5AM, and by that time I am completely and utterly pumped. I don't get tired that often, and most of the bar staff say I'm like a freaking Robot! I go all night and only stop to recharge my batteries. I earn £370 on tips, and that's on top of my £800 par per month, so I'm earning pretty steady figures. Blook, my boss, is super rich, and loves to dish out bonuses pretty much every week. I'd say my job is pretty awesome, and I was super lucky to get it.

I'm the last on to leave this morning, meaning I have to lock up and open up tonight, so I stay behind for a couple of minutes just taking stock and making sure there are no people passed out in the toilets, and then I close the reinforced steel shutters and clamp down the lock, then turn towards the trail the leads up the crosses. I'm going away to my cousin's on Sunday, so I was going to pay my tributes earlier than usual. My cousin, Nap, he's really shy and frail, he has some terminal illness that means he's as pale as a ghost, and I want to see him more often before he... yeah. I make my way up to crosses, and kneel in respect to each of the five fallen kids, especially Undenu. It's quite dark, even though it's six in the morning, but I guess that's Winter for you... I check my phone, sensing my lateness, and get up. I spent like, ten minutes too long with these guys, and I need to hurry home before my landlord gets pissy about late rent. Ugh. I pick myself off of the ground, and I lose my balance and fall backwards. I brace myself, expecting to be winded by the impact of ground to my back... But it didn't come. I was

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I fall through empty space, my arms stretched towards the hole I fell from, my pink hair whipping against my face, and my thoughts telling me that this is it. You're dead Mettra.

The impact came then, but it didn't wind me. I fell onto a sort of jelly substance? It looked like the sort of thing the Ghosts had in ghostbusters. Ectoplasm? Yeah. I get up and head on through chasms and tunnels, all filled with puzzles and traps, I head through a quaint little house, stealing a slice of pie for my travels, I head through a snowy tundra, complete with a little village and a nice river person, I head through a river waterfall area, with sparkling gems that shine like stars, and a view of a castle that looked incredibly majestic, I head through a scorching hot area, with pipes and workers and a laboratory that seemed dangerous, and I finally arrive at a quaint little bridge with a sign that simply reads:

Core Entrance

I stop to catch my breath, panting as I push beads of sweat from my forehead. I'm not too big on bridges, especially not the one that lead to Snowdin. But this is different. Under this bridge it is pure blackness. Nothing to see here it seemed to scream. I head back a little bit to a large open space, empty except for the monsters that bustled around it. I get pushed around a lot, and my cowboy hat slips from my neck and falls into the hands of a weird crocodile lady. I reach for my empty pistol, but it's disappeared from the holster, and I see a little cat lady make off with it. Ugh. Thieves. There's no justice for them on judgement day.

I am suddenly shoved into a tall skeletal figure, who grins eerily at me before sweeping me towards him with his weird hands. I feel everything go black, and then I see a canary yellow heart appears in front of me. The skeleton takes the yellow glow, then throws the heart towards a small flame guy with huge eyes. He did say his name but... I can't remember. I close my eyes for a second, then my mind goes blank.

Uhm, hEllO? Is AnyBody TheRe? GasTeR? AnYBodY? It'S mE!

HaPStabLooK.

A/N: HEY GUYS!!!
So, I know I haven't uploaded in aaaaaaaages it feels like, but I am really sorry. As a Year 11 student in my exam season, most of my time is for revision. So, I'm sorry!!! I'm trying to do Sunday uploads, and around 2 chapters a Sunday, but you know how life is.

Carry On my Wayward Pumpkins,
~ Meepaa ~