(Suggested by... Hold on, I've got a list here... scarletThekiller123, PurplestLeopard, heyitssam111 and Loveanime777. I know the last one was jokingly, but I've also got a sense of humor! XD

And now... Le cookies! (.:::.) (.:::.) (.:::.) (.:::.) )

Jeff the Killer

(Warning: I have no fluffin' idea if honey and lavender will actually make your hair look good. Don't try it at home then sue me for false advertising, kids!)

You were still recovering from that nasty cold. D/N had stayed snuggled by your side, keeping you warm throughout the gloomy weather.

To help pass the time, you decided to look up the latest on hair products, mainly for ideas regarding hair shampoo. There was even a suggestion for honey/lavender combo. The poster claimed it to be revitalizing.

You checked out her pictures as proof and was only a little suprised to realize it was Jane. She was right about the shampoo though. It did made her hair look luscious, which in turn made you jealous.

While you were stalking her beauty page, Jeff passed by on his way to your medical cabinet for some more aspirin. He was suffering from a migraine for some *cough* unimaginable reason.

He halted and did a double take when he glanced at your screen.

"Y/N! What the hell are you doing?"

"Fangirling over Jane's hair," you replied monotonously, swiping left for even more pictures whilst allowing your bubbling envy to quietly simmer.

Jeff self-consciously felt his own long locks of hair, then swept them over his shoulder. Calm down, Jeff. You're always the most fabulous!

But before he stopped you, he really needed that aspirin. You could say that the migraine was causing him to have a killer headache.

BEN Drowned... In toasted deez nuts?

You graciously slid open your bedroom window to greet the autumn breeze. It was a beautiful day, and the events of yesterday evening were well behind you.

"Gosh, this feels like a dream! I could just burst out singing!" You laughed aloud.

All of a sudden, a red squirrel scampered across your windowsill and froze in the middle. It sat there unmovingly, staring up at you.

Against all past warnings from your mother about petting stray animals, you reached out to stroke its head. The squirrel affectionately nuzzled your hand.

"Hey, lil' guy... You're really cute, you know that?"

Pretty soon, you'd bonded with the squirrel and named him Deez Nuts, or just Deez for short. Deez was happy to become the newest member of household society.

Unfortunately, BEN didn't share the same idea...

When the little blonde midget arrived, hauling F/N's washing machine through the T.V, he almost had a heart attack upon catching sight of your new companion.

"Y/N... H-H-How could you?" He gasped, clutching a hand to his chest while hyperventilating.

You didn't get it, so you just petted Deez and fed him more nuts. Your boyfriend ended up running outside, screaming something along the lines of-

"Y/N'S WORKING FOR THE ENEMY NOW! IT'S EVERY ELF FOR HIMSELF!"

Dark Link~

While browsing a local garage sale, you'd stumbled across another copy of that Link picture book, full color and practically brand new. Against your better judgement, you bought it.

Remembering what happened to the last one, you took even more precautions to make sure Darkness would never, ever, ever find it. Ever.

On this particular day, you had a friend over. As usual, Dark Link had made himself scarce the moment he heard the doorbell ring.

Your friend was eager to see the book the moment you accidentally mentioned it. She was a die-hard fan of Link, naturally.

Against more of your better judgment, you took her upstairs and divulged the location of the sacred treasure- er- picture books. Look, you keep it so secret that it might as well have been a treasure being sought by the mafia.

After a good half an hour of fangirling over the "smokin'" pictures, your friend received a call reminding her about an appointment to some classes that helped improve memory.

She legged it like lightning outta there. You dropped the book and ran after her, yelling that she'd forgotten her handbag.

Five minutes later, you tiredly trudged back up the stairs, out of breath and tired as hell. Who knew a girl in a hurry could move so fast?

A chill of horror cheerfully slid down your spine. Dark Link was lying on your bed, casually taking up the entire space with a sweet smile on his face.

"Hello, angel. Did you miss me?" He asked, leisurely stretching out and pulling himself up to a sitting position.

"I-I-I um... Gotta use the bathroom!" You stammered. The book was nowhere in sight, and it definitely hadn't fallen off the bed.

Much to his amusement, you turned on heel and bolted for the hills. Elsewhere, the ghost of C/N was trading a familiar book for a bag of catnip... To BEN.

Had Dark Link seen the book or not? Nobody would ever know, except for him and C/N...

Laughing Madonna

L.J took you to the seaside, claiming that a relaxing ambience was just what you needed to unwind. You readily agreed, strangely eager to see a seagull.

There were plenty of seagulls flying high overhead during sunset. They played their games in the rays of the dying sun.

You both walked down the beach and sat by the shoreline, pondering on life and the meaning of mortal existence.

Then L.J cheerfully took you home and spent the rest of the night dusting sand off his butt. There was no scenario relevant to the title here, because Phantom couldn't think of one.

Meanwhile, At The Creepypasta Mansion...

Evelyn came by during the afternoon surgery to sympathetically drop off a pair of tuxedos. The price tag suggested that her family reunion was going to be a very formal affair.

"You'd better brush up on your table manners too. My grandma can go on for hours about correct posture!" She laughed, but it wasn't a joke.

When she left, Smirky delicately took hold of the luxurious fabric and rubbed it between two fingers, feeling the coarse texture.

"... I'm not wearing this."

"If you think that you can smooth-talk our way out of this, please be my guest," Smiley grimaced, wondering if the tuxes were even meant for a humanoid body. They certainly wouldn't be healthy to wear for long.

Upon noticing - or perhaps even sensing - his brother's dismay, another wicked smile found its way to Smirky's face.

"I could... But I won't."
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A/N: Whoop, whoop! Two chapters in one day! Guess I'm feeling inspired because of you guys! Anyway, my battery's almost gone so...

Sorry if something/some stuff didn't make sense, again! XD

Toodles!

~TheNightPhantom