A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Finishing his account of what happened and even having added in the creature's dialogue to the best of his abilities, he waited for the group's reaction. He knew that he had them on his side now. If they rejected him from the group, he'd be shocked unlike this morning and before lunch. His simple story so far had done wonders, yet he had been worried about not having enough evidence the whole time. Oliver practically could scream from jubilation.

Terry's light purple short curls bounced around her head as she shook it some from glee. "It sounds soooo ... soooo wonderful," she sighed out dreamily. She grabbed Leon's right arm and leaned against him. That hadn't been what Oliver was expecting. "Its words fit the situation so well." A giggle left her. Thankfully, it sounded nothing like the creature's. Her purple optics met Oliver's, and she grinned. "It really knew how to play with you."

Patting his friend on the head, Leon chuckled lightly. "Don't worry. You can keep it after we get evidence of it and secure it." She formed a pout on her baby face. "Terry, Gretchen and I promised that you would get it. I just want my pictures and samples of it. And, Gretchen just wants the knockout blow and a picture with it."

Hearing this, Oliver froze slightly. Gretchen took notice. "Something wrong, Oli?" She leaned on the table and rested her chin in the palm of her left hand. "Don't you want to catch it?"

His words nearly paused in his throat, but he managed to respond, "Yeah, but how do you think we can catch it?" He pointed at himself. "I nearly got killed. And, there's only ever been two survivors. One of them might be dead."

Rolling her eyes, Gretchen stretched out her thin lips into a grin. "And, we're going to add to the list of survivors." A chuckle left her. "Besides, it sounds like the (l/n) girl might still be alive and serving that thing." Clear dislike formed on Terry's countenance. Briefly, Gretchen looked to her. "Terry, we talked about this. All you have to do is ask her that you can have it. If she agrees, it's yours. If not," Gretchen shrugged and her grin became menacing, "we convince her to." Her dark brown optics stared back to Oliver. "So, you in?"

"Well ..." Gretchen raised an eyebrow, and Leon started to become disinterested. "I thought that we were going to work on ghost hunts and such now. The creature ..."

Letting out a sigh, Leon brushed back some of his black wavy locks. "Yeah, that was the plan until you told us about the creature. The creature's always been the top hunt once we knew that it was still out there. Now, we do." He frowned and leaned forward threateningly. "Unless you made that whole story up."

"What? No, I didn't!" Oliver swiftly replied, shaking his head.

"Then, we're getting that thing. You in or out?" he asked, glancing to Gretchen, who was waiting patiently. Oliver gulped, and he knew that they heard him. Maybe, his parents were right. Perhaps, he should break it off with them. Catching the creature was ... was ... just insane, but so was not accepting their invitation. Finally, he could get into the group that he wanted to enter. Sure, there were other kids, but he didn't want to talk to them. He wanted the offer he had now. "Well?"

Forcing back any thoughts that said otherwise, he nodded. "Yeah, I'm in."

Smirking, Leon nodded his head in approval before he glanced over to Gretchen. "So, what's the plan? We investigate the funeral home again?"

Crossing her arms and leaning back some while managing not to fall off of the bench, Gretchen pursed her lips in thought before she averted her eyes to Oliver. "Did you interact with the (l/n)s?" He nodded. "What'd they say? Deny everything?"

"Basically," Oliver commented. He rested his elbows on the table and his chin in the palms of his hands. "Ms. (l/n) got all defensive about me bringing up her daughter and the creature. Denied the possibility of the creature even being at their house. I even saw their daughter's room, which they clean weekly, apparently."

"Either she was being honest or was a good actor," Gretchen mumbled in thought. "Leon, what do you think? You can judge liars pretty well. Will you have to speak to them?"

Shrugging, he nodded. "Sure, I can. I can ask them questions and see how they act, but we shouldn't be seen by them, right?" Gretchen hummed in agreement. "Or, do you want me to be a distraction?"

"Give me a moment." She chewed on her thumbnail a bit before she smirked some. "It's decided. We'll go during the day." Oliver stared to her questioningly, and she only grinned back. "They still got that alarm system on their house. I can pick locks and everything, but that's it. Alarms aren't my thing." Gretchen diverted her optics to Terry. "You got an ancestor of yours buried by the front and close to the home, right?"

"Yep! A great great uncle." She kept her arms wrapped around Leon as she smiled mischievously. "Want the pair of us to be lookouts while you take little Ol into the house?" An eyebrow of Oliver's nearly twitched at the nickname. He had a feeling that it would take awhile to get used to Terry.

"Exactly. Oli and I will check their daughter's room again for anything. Maybe, their morgue if we have time. And, I'll bring everything that we'll need." Gretchen stared back to Oliver now and rested her right arm over his shoulders before her eyes scanned over the whole group. "So, this Saturday? We all on?" Excitedly, Terry nodded her head, and Leon's smirk said his answer. Oliver hesitantly nodded his head, but he was in this. He just needed to get his confidence up more; he'd probably be fine once they actually got to the funeral home.

"Great, let's meet at the gates at eleven in the morning. That work for everyone?" Everyone nodded, though; Oliver wondered how he was going to get out of his house in the middle of the day without his parents noticing while he was grounded. Somehow, he'd manage. At least, he hoped that to be the case.

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Back incredibly sore, she hoped that the bus would arrive sooner rather than later. She wished that she could sit upon the cushioned seats and not that of the hard floor. (F/n) adjusted herself to try and get somewhat comfortable. As she thought that she found a spot, one of the teens in front of her tossed a crunched up bag of chips behind him. It hit her head, and she nearly groaned. That had been the second one. If only she could move locations, but that would give her away.

Removing the bag from her head, she set it aside and brushed any crumbs that got into her hair away. Along with the fact that she desired to be away from the food deposit zone, she wanted some earplugs to block out all of the noise. The conversations in front of and around her weren't necessarily annoying, but so many of them at once was headache inducing. Were her classmates this loud when she had been in high school? She seriously hoped not. Otherwise, it was no wonder why some of the teachers looked ready to blow steam out of their ears on some days.

The bus came to a stop, and she was almost thrown against the back wall of the bus from the suddenness of it. She heard a few curses from some of the teens on the bus while others laughed and others simply didn't care. She managed to regain her composure before she heard presumably a teacher call out, "Okay, we're here. Once everyone's checked in, I want all of us to meet in front of the park. If you forgot your ticket," the woman sighed, hoping that no one did, "you can walk around the area with Mr. Reeds since he won't be coming into the park. Everyone clear?"

A collective stream of "yeah," "yes" and "sure" answered back. The female teacher seemed to find those replies satisfactory since (f/n) heard footsteps and the bus doors opening. Quite a bit of movement followed afterwards. (F/n) didn't pay any attention to what was being said. Her mind was focused on how she would get into the park without a ticket. Then again if the area around the park was well populated, she could head there instead and make her escape south to another airport. From the way of the drive, however, it seemed that she had headed east first.

Once the sounds of the teachers, teens and bus driver quieted, she slowly got to her feet. She peeked over the side of the one windowsill and watched everyone head to the park, except for presumably Mr. Reeds and the bus driver. A sigh parted from her, and she stood up fully. Now, she just needed to survey the area better. Turning around to face the rest of the bus, she became rigid with fright and worry. Not everyone had left.

On one of the seats in the middle, there was one student left. How did no one leaving notice the person? A bright green hoodie covered the individual and blocked the person's characteristics from her, but she didn't need them. The individual's voice was enough. "It's really a shame that no one noticed the difference or my duffel bag." He giggled and leaned back on the seat comfortably. "I'm even taller than the guy and the jeans barely cover all of my legs. The shirt is almost too short too." Another giggle left him, and she backed up into the wall some. "I even had gotten some blood droplets on the right jean leg, but no one saw." An amused sigh parted from him. "And, I thought that I was a jerk to humans." His head leaned back, and the hood fell off to reveal his nearly white locks. "Do you think they'll notice when I don't come back onto the bus," he asked as his grin became visible to her, "(f/n)?"