(This word count is over 1500! Anyways, BloodMoonTwins gave some suggestions and I just had to do 'em! Here's two cookies, one for you and one for your sister! (.:::.) )

[Warning: The extra contains a lemon, Smirky and Smiley. Don't read if you like lemons.]

Jeffy Boy The Killer [Does not actually contain Jeff]

D/N was snoring in his/her doggy bed by the window. BEN was sitting by the foot of your bed, watching a late-night T.V program while popping popcorn into his mouth and crunching loudly.

You were lying face-down on the aforementioned bed, trying to fall asleep through the noise. Between the pooch and the blonde midget, this was proving to be a near-impossible feat.

Finally, you sat up like the living dead and seized BEN by the shoulders with an irritated snarl. He managed to squeak out of suprise before you sent him sailing through the open window.

D/N opened one eye, sneezed, shuffled around in his/her bed and then settled right back to sleep again like the lazy thing she/he was.

You gave an annoyed groan as you trudged over to the window to close it again. You also fumbled with the T.V remote to turn it off, before getting fed up and punching the screen. It wasn't even yours.

Then you staggered back into bed, flopped down and resolved to murder the next thing that dared disturb your slumber.

Which was kinda bad news for the boy in the blue mask who was creeping out of your closest. He approached the bed stealthily, holding a gleaming scapel that he'd borrowed from Smiley.

L.J had so sweetly provided E.J with his kill list for the night. The monochrome clown had also been royally ticked off at him due to the whole "Jack" feud, so he included your name on it too.

But of course, E.J didn't know that. He just knew the address. Poor thing.

You felt the presence of someone standing by the side of your bed, but rolled over and assumed it was the neighbourhood ghost.

When E.J reached down to lift up your nightie to commence with the kidney-stealing, your eyes snapped open.

Weeelll... Once more, Phantom doesn't want to go into details about it. Let's just say that half the houses on the block were woken up by loud hollers and the sound of breaking glass.

BEN Drowned... In Wrecking Balls? [Unfortunately does contain BEN]
[Author's Disclaimer: I do not own Miley Cyrus nor her songs. Naturally.]

A horrific accident had occurred at your house. BEN had traveled through the wiring and accidently gotten into the main power box. His packet of Doritos had clogged something vital and blew it up as a result.

Without power, there was no videogames or ice cream or television. It was truly a tragedy.

Oh, and BEN was now stuck somewhere inside the electric wiring. You could hear his tiny shrieks of being too young to die, but couldn't pinpoint them.

Bemused and out of options, you turned to Twitter for help. In other words, you made a post from BEN's account. Phantom would go into details about it, but she doesn't know anything about Twitter.

Help! I'm stuck in the electric wiring of Y/N's house without my yum-yums! #bored.

In mere seconds, you were surprised by one of the replies. In fact, you had to double check it, wash your eyes with holy water and then come back to make sure you weren't hallucinating.

Miley Cyrus: I've got your back, Benny-Boo! #helpingoutafan

"What the...?"

CRASH! A wrecking ball swung through the lounge wall. Sparks flew, debris fell and Miley was behind the wheel.

You scarpered for cover, shielding your head. CRASH! The kitchen wiring zipped around like a whip, breaking away and sending out more sparks.

Deez Nuts squeaked and scampered into a can of tomato soup as it rolled past. Fluffy clambered onto a tall lampshade and clung onto the bulb, looking terrfied.

In no time at all, BEN was freed from the wiring by Miley Cyrus and her wrecking ball. Typically enough, he'd been stuck in the refrigerator's plug outlet.

Oh, and don't worry about the damages. Madame Cyrus gladly paid for brand-new replacements of everything. And even gave compensation in the form of a giant sack of money.

Apparently, BEN was her number-one fan and they were pretty tight friends. You never found out how she got there so fast, though.

Darling Link~ [Also does not actually contain Darkness]

After an incident involving expired milk and the mischievous ghost of C/N,  Dark Link was unavailable to be by your side for the day.

Which was all well and dandy, but you were lonely and in desperate need of someone to talk to. Oh, and there was a malicious spirit causing havoc in the house.

It started with the with your T.V constantly bringing up a cutscene from The Legend Of Zelda, but now your underwear was flying around the bedroom and your phone was rattling off nonsensical texts to all your contacts.

You ended up running out of the house and using a phone booth to contact a ghost buster for assistance and a 24-hour pizza place for appetizers.

Within minutes, a ghost buster and delivery boy had been dispatched to your house. You invited both in, with mixed suprise and relief and a raised eyebrow.

For you see, the "expert" ghost buster honestly turned out to be the ghost of C/N. And the delivery boy? Well, it was Smirky.

After sending off the ghostly ghost buster upstairs with all his cat-sized equipment, you locked Smirky inside the lounge and forced to him to have a half-an-hour conversation with you, since you were bored half to death.

"So how did you end up becoming a Pizza Hut delivery boy anyway?"

"That faceless, multi-limbed, suited up freak wouldn't let me or Smiley have any rest until we paid for the damages somehow."

"What damages?" You asked, munching away on an delicious slice of pizza. The mozzarella and onion went together brilliantly.

There was a lot of blips and beeps from upstairs. Presumably from a detecting machine of some sorts.

"Um... Just a ruined article of expensive clothing that belonged to someone's mother..." He replied quickly, way too quickly.

"Okay. But why a pizza delivery boy? Couldn't you have, I dunno, taken back your old job as a dentist or something?"

The not-so-good dentist shook his head, muttering about a "no touching sharp or shiny things" rule. From upstairs, there was a kaboom. Sounded like C/N had found the ghost.

"-And he contacted his brothers to find a job that'd pay well enough. There were only three openings. We both picked Splendorman's."

Both of you sharply looked up as a wild shriek bounced through the house. It was screaming your name, and something like "you were always a grammar nazi b****."

Then there was silence.

The ghost of C/N casually floated down the stairs, carrying a flailing sack. He made the peace sign, then faded away. With your wallet. But never mind.

Before you could ask Smirky what the other two jobs were, he flickered and disappeared too. Of course it was an illusion; did you really think he would've stayed to chat with anyone?

Laughing Link
[Whew! There's a lot of these notes, aren't there? Well, this is based off a suggestion by Crimson-Lake, so she gets a cookie! (.:::.)]

You were so happy to find a beautiful pot at the garage sale hosted by a creepy old man. It looked like it was made out of ruby. Did I mention it was beautiful? And on sale?

Carrying your find carefully, you set it on a shelf where it would be seen by all. Then you dusted off your hands and zoomed off to answer the call of a passing ice cream truck.

You rocketed past L.J but paid him no heed. The monochrome clown was sitting cross-legged on the couch, lapping up a massive cone of icy vanilla delight.

He watched you catapult out of the door with amusement. Then he tipped the towering cone over and swallowed the whole thing in one go, like a snake.

I don't like the look of that pot... He thought, while licking off splatters of ice cream from his swirly cone nose.

The great detective L.J decided that it needed to be examined closer.

After five minutes of careful scrutiny, he deduced that the pot was demonically possessed, scaled up the wall of your house and threw it down the chimney.

Then the demonic clown disappeared in a poof of candy, eager to loot your hidden stash of chocolates before you came back inside.

You never found out about him breaking the ruby pot.

Why?

Because it was sitting on the shelf without so much as a crack when you passed by. *insert spooky music here*

Meanwhile, In The Pizza Hut Kitchen...
[You skipped right here, didn't you? :P]

"This is just... just so wrong..."

"For Zalgo's sake, it doesn't matter! Just hold still!"

Both of the doctors were hard at work, grating a lemon for some sort of fancy pizza garnish. It was so absurd that they split the labor between themselves; one holding the grater and the other dragging it up and down.

Smirky had pulled up a chair and was supposed to keep it still, but kept fidgeting and making small movements. Which wasn't good for Smiley, who was grating a lemon for god sakes.

"I mean... Why would anyone include "lemon gratings" in a recipe? It makes absolutely no sense at all. They aren't supposed to be used like that. It just isn't right..."

"If you don't stop moving around, I'm going to slip and slice my hand open on the grater! And it's covered in lemon juice!" Smiley hissed.

At that moment, Smirky had an "involuntary muscle spasm."

Five minutes later, Smiley's bandaged hand slammed down their resignation slips on the desk of a very surprised manager.

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A/N: *is wearing a halo of innocence*

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~ TheNightPhantom