(The longest chapter title in history XD. Based off the suggestions given by _DeathNote_ so here's a cookie for you! (:::))

Jeff the Killer

"But Y/N! I hate the seaside!" Jeff complained as you got out of the car with a duffel bag full of beach supplies.

"Suck it up, Jeffy boy. And besides, you could use a tan."

"I'll just get really, really sunburnt!"

A pair of swimming trunks hit him over the face.

"Those were the smallest size that the swimwear store had in stock."

Without another word, you walked off to find a nice spot.

Grumbling to himself about everything and anything, Jeff took off his clothes and squeezed into the trunks, which were a bit too tight around the waist.

This, in turn, made it difficult for him to move his legs.

The psychotic killer started waddling down to the beach.

He tripped over a large seashell and went tumbling down the rest of the way.

"Aaah!"

You were too busy putting up the beach umbrella to notice.

Jeff ended up falling into a narrow hole, which had been dug by some kids previously.

"Ooof!"

Luckily, nothing was broken.

He tried to climb out... But couldn't raise up his legs because of the swimming trunks. So Jeff stood there and started yelling for help.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

Unfortunately for him, you had gone off to buy an ice cream cone from a vendor and couldn't hear him.

Jeff stopped yelling and sighed.

"This couldn't get any worse..."

A seagull flew overhead with a caw.

Splat!

BEN Drowned... In fresh water, soda pop and lemonade?

"My pet Furby! It's gone!"

BEN fell to his knees.

"Curse you, Phantom! You sacrificed Mr Bobbly for your own, sick and twisted schemes!"

You walked past, sipping a cup of hot chocolate.

"BEN? Who are you talking to?"

The little elf continued cussing out the wall, demanding it to return his Furby or else.

You decided that your fun-sized boyfriend must've had gotten his little hands in the alcohol cupboard again and just left him to it.

BEN proceeded to throw a tantrum, screaming that Mr Bobbly was too young to die.

Finally, the author became so annoyed by the noisy elf that she dropped the Furby on his head. BEN had just misplaced it.

He got knocked out and lay there as if dead for exactly half an hour.

Dark Link~

Darkness and you were both visiting a science facility.

The scientist bore a strange resemblance to the ghost of C/N. But that was impossible... Right?

"Ahem. Mew, meow, meow, mew!" He said proudly, pointing a conducting stick at a glass wall.

Behind it, a large ray was being pointed up at the open skies.

Smirky, who had been shock-collared and following them about under strict orders of the author, provided a translation.

"He says that this ray will project a laserbeam into the sky and make it rain ice cream."

You and the scientist, who had a translucent tail poking out of his trousers, went on ahead.

Dark Link looked over his shoulder.

"Since when did you understand cat-language?"

"The author claims she couldn't find anyone for the scenario who could translate what that nutty feline says, so she used her powers to make me able to hear the meows as words."

"... I could've done it instead."

"This is my punishment for last week's hullabaloo. As if being tasered up the bottom and then going without supper for seven days wasn't enough."

They stopped talking as the ghost of C/N- I mean- the scientist who definitely wasn't C/N- fired the ray,

KABOOM!

There was an epic explosion of colors as a glowing beam shot up and into the clouds.

Almost everyone stared out in awe. Key word being "almost".

Smirky seized a nearby test tube (a really big one which was half-a-meter long) and smashed it over Darkness' head.

He yelped before keeling over, completely unconscious.

The not-so-good dentist quickly took the key from Dark Link's pocket and unlocked the collar.

It slid off his neck and fell on the floor with a clang.

By the time that anyone was able to make it back to the observation deck, Smirky was long gone.

"Sound the alarm!"

"We've got a homicidal nutcase on the loose and his name isn't Liu!"

"Meow! Meow! Meow! Mew! Mew!"

"Darkness! Are you okay?!"

Dark Link slowly raised his hand in a thumbs-up before fainting again.

Laughing Jack-O-Lantern

"Y/N! Y/N!" The monochrome clown practically screeched.

You came running downstairs, half convinced that the aliens had finally invaded.

"What is it? What's going on!"

L.J was pressing his swirly cone nose to the window.

"Look! It's snowing ice cream!"

And so it was.

The both of you squealed like delighted children and each ran outside with a bowl and spoon.

By the end of the day, you were both covered head-to-toe in stickiness, but had witnessed a wonderful sight of scoops of strawberry, vanilla, chocolate, mint, chocolate chip and many other flavors falling out from the sky.

At the CreepyMansionOfCheesyPasta...

"Goodbye, Smiley! Don't forget our date tomorrow night!" Evelyn exclaimed.

"I know, I know! The movie theater at seven thirty PM!" Smiley laughed, leaning forwards to give her one last kiss.

She went walking down the pathway and he carefully closed the door, not wanting to disturb any of the other pastas.

The not-so-good doctor passed by the living room.

Dark Link was lying on the couch with a bag of ice on his head, fast asleep.

As he walked up the stairs, BEN went sliding down the banister with his pet Furby clutched tightly.

"Woohoo!"

Loud whistles arose from L.J's room as the monochrome clown slept off the overdose of ice cream.

Smiley reached the door of his surgery and quietly opened it.

Two small blurs went streaking out in a blaze of light, one blue and one gold.

"I'm faster than you, faker!"

"No way! I'm the fastest thing alive!"

What exactly Sonic.Exe and Shadow had been doing in Smiley's surgery was a mystery that probably involved hide-seek-and-destroy.

Smiley went straight to bed, completely exhausted.

"Something doesn't feel right..."

The Tails Doll went flying over his head from the shelves.

"Wait for me, guys!"

A large black puddle of what could only be described as shadows slithered across the floor, speaking in a deep, dark and demonic voice.

"Ssshhhaaadddoooowww...."

Well, apart from the fact that Sonic.exe had invited over some of his "friends" from various videogames, everything was as normal as a mansion full of supernatural serial killers could be.

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ERROR: The author is unavailable for author-noting due to the fact that she is currently chasing Smirky around the backyard with a butcher knife.