Fanfic: Rayman and the Ghost Camp

[Charlie]

You must be a fast typer! I don't mean to boast, but I am a bit fast at the job!

[Xenon]

Well, I'd need to compare with others to see if I'm a fast typer, but I can definitly say I'm faster than some. Some of my friends can't even find the "D" key.

[Charlie]

Really? Lol! I can touch-type, but I find it a bit quicker to just look at my fingers!

[Xenon]

I can nearly touch type, but not quite. Those two lumps on the J and F keys are difficult to find for me.

[Gigaman]

I'm writing fast, i got more then 200 letters a minute in a test, but when i'm writing fanfics or stories or something like that i use much time to plan whats gonna happen.

[Xenon]

Yeah, I'm sure most fanfic authors would. But 200 in 1 minute sounds pretty quick.

BTW, I can type "dandelion1" (randome word I enjoy typing) in 2 seconds now. I guess it's just practice.

[Charlie]

I can't wait for the next chapter!

[Xenon]

I keep forgetting. It will be done today, hopefully.

[Charlie]

Yay! I have been falling asleep waiting! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!Lol!

[Xenon]

I promise you it will be done today then.

[Xenon]

Chapter VII

So, without any hesitation, Rayman stole the bedding and matrices from the Teensies tent. At least now he could get a good night sleep. Although it was gone midnight, Rayman somehow managed to get 3 hours of sleep. He woke up only to find hundreds of rats nibbling at the left over hay. But these rats weren’t ordinary. They had extra long tails, 4 ears and blue fur. Rayman studied these strange creatures carefully. Suddenly, a huge crash sounded at the bottom of the hill. All of the strange rats scurried down the hill. Rayman decided to stay in the tent, for safety matters. After five minutes, he opened the tent door, and peered down the hill. There was no sign of the rats anymore. Where had they gone? He got out of his tent and breathed the fresh air. The sun was shining, birds singing. And then, Rayman heard a rustle down the hill. He built up his guts, and trotted down the hill to see what the noises were. Sure enough, another metal creature was crushed by another tree, but directly opposite the other one, which had mysteriously vanished. But what was the rustle? He went down to the marshes and found nothing. The group of trees at the bottom of the hill also had no sign of life.
“Rayman!” shouted a female voice from the top of the hill.
“Ly!” Rayman said as he ran up the hill “How did you get here?”
“I’m late,” said Ly “I have an important lecture to deliver to the Zefferelies.”
“The Zefferelies?” Rayman questioned.
“Yes, follow me!” replied Ly. Ly was running very fast, faster than Rayman could run.
“Ly,” Rayman said as he finally caught up “Do you know what some weird looking creatures are –“ he was stopped. Ly pointed her hand over the over side of the hill. Rayman’s eyes widened, and jaw dropped.

[Charlie]

This is really coming on nicely! I wonder what Rayman sees!...

[Xenon]

Thank you. I'm glad someone respects my fanfic.

[Charlie]

Sorry, but is this a bump?
Space, are you going to continue writing?

[Xenon]

I will sometime. Though I am a little busy at the mo.

[Charlie]

Oh, I see. Sorry.

[Xenon]

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[Newray]

Nice fanfic Spaceray! I mostly like the first 10 lineso f text lol!

[Xenon]

Hehe, thanks Ruy.

[Xenon]

I'm sorry I couldn't update sooner. Here is is!
Chapter VIII

“You mean I’ve been camping down there when I could have been there???” asked Rayman.
There was millions of little Zefferelies, they were scuttling around a warm, lovely environment with beautiful flowers and trees.
“I trust you don’t need me here?” asked Ly.
“Oh – I think I’m fine now, and thankyou!” replied Rayman.
Ly walked back down the wretched hill behind Rayman as Rayman continued walking on towards the heaven which lay in front of him. A comfortable feeling entered Rayman. Rayman asked for directions.
“Excuse me, but this is the camp isn’t it?” Rayman asked a Zefferely. He was amazed at these intelligent creatures. They could read and write!
“Oh – and where do we sleep if it is?” Rayman added.
“Hij cabon yeddl mesul tres jeyux” replied the Zefferelie. Rayman found they spoke a different language to him. And there he was, thinking back when he thought these intelligent beings were enemies.
Rayman made out that the Zeff said nine o’clock but he wasn’t sure. Before he could think anymore, all the little Zefferelies scuttled off and left Rayman alone. All Rayman could see now is a grey area that surrounded him. Suddenly, he spotted Murfy hovering around the camp site.
“Murfy, is that really you?!” asked Rayman excitedly.
“Yeah, hia Rayman, ya enjoying yaself?” Murfy replied.
“Yes, but I’m a little lost” said Rayman quietly.
“Well, ya room is up there!” Murfy said as he pointed up a tall building “I’m doing the not so great night watchmen job…”
Rayman hurried upto his room, and closed the door. He totally forgot about his camping gear which was still at that old hill near the beginning. But there was no time to get it. A large bed was set in the corner, but what puzzled Rayman is that there was no light switch. He was left in the dark. He went over to the mirror on one side of the room. He quickly scruffed his hair neatly without a comb. Sudenly, Rayman’s eyes widened. He spotted this ghostly figure in the mirror. He was terrified. He was too scared to look back, so he made his way slowly to the window.
“Murfy, there’s an intruder in my room!” Rayman shouted “Here’s my key, and make haste!”
Rayman was still at the window. When Murfy sudenly opened the door he looked around.
“Where?” he asked.
“Right there!” Rayman pointed backwards. Then he looked backwards and nothing was there.
“I swear there was something. It was a ghost, or a spirit” Rayman said.
“Of course there was a spirit…” Murfy said crossly “Peraps’ the next spirit you come across I can help, meaning that I could do with a bit of spirit meself’!” Murfy giggled.