Fanfic: Rayman and the Ghost Camp

[Xenon]

Cheers! Next chapter tomorrow!

[The Knocker]

I've loved this fanfic since the beginning

[Xenon]

Thanks. Next chapter coming soon!

[Angel]

Is it here yet?

[Xenon]

It will be sometime. I'm just a little busy at the moment.

[Angel]

KKKK,

[Xenon]

And you're calling me a spammer...

[Angel]

Since when did I call you a spammer?
Anyway, I'm intitle to spam, I don't want to be a mod, therefore, spam is the only way I won't become a mod.
Got a problem with that?

[Xenon]

Yeah, well spamming is gibbering... And you're gibbering...

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And just because you don't want to become a mod does not mean you can spam.

[Angel]

I can spam if I wish to, it's not like you're going to stop me from doing it

[Xenon]

I can't, but admins and mods can.

[Angel]

Alright, I'll stop spamming in your topic, for fuck sake

[Xenon]

Don't get grumpy, either.

[Angel]

Excuse me, but who gives you the right to tell me how to feel?

[Xenon]

Sorry, sorry. *Shows the peace sign unmeniosly*

[Angel]

Right, so how long is left now until the next chapter? I know you said you was busy and stuff, but I was curious if you made any progress

[Xenon]

Yes, I am making progress. Hopefully it will be here today.

[Xenon]

Chapter VI

After the tent was set up, the Teensies began gathering every single leaf and flower they could find around the area and placed them neatly in their tent as blankets and pillows. They laboured hard to ensure they had a sturdy tent with tent-poles, thermal sheeting etc. Then they bundled a pile of hay up from the field which was nearby and lobbed it into Rayman’s separate, untidy tent.
“Sleep well” were their final words as they zipped the opening of the tent down.
Rayman laid his head down on the mucky hay and tried to get to sleep. He could here the Teensies whispering to each other “What a lousy woos” or “How frightening! Graaa!”.
“He’s such a scardy cat scardy cat sitting on a door mat eating mice and dead rats” they would chant over to his tent. No matter how hard Rayman tried he could not get a wink of sleep. After several minutes he decided to get out of his rather distinguished sleeping tent and quietly walked over to the Teensies marvellous fancy tent and went to the side in which the moon was shining on and began making finger shadows. He managed to make a ghost. The Teensies went quiet. Rayman was sure they had been fooled by now.
“It’s working!” he whispered to himself as he persisted to make finger puppets. It was drawing midnight, and still know sign of movement or sound appeared in the Teensies tent. After several trials, he started to wonder if this was really working. So, after careful planning, he stepped away from the side of the tent and walked to the front of it. Without making any noise, he silently lifted the zip up. He was there only to find that the two Teensies were staring, eyes wide open, no blinking, at the side of the tent that Rayman was on. It was almost like they had been hypnotised.
“This is perfect,” said Rayman quietly “Now perhaps I can get some sleep.”
Then, the Teensies started chatting away as before. He found that the finger puppets were not successful. He had another idea. He quietly tip-toed to the front of the tent, undid the zip once more, and gave a massive:
“Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!” right at the Teensies.
The poor beings were scared out of their wits, and made a teleporter and wizzed right into it.
“Oh no!” said Rayman “What have I done?”
He was now all alone, and a little scared.

[Charlie]

WOA! Space, you should write books when you are older! This fanfic is brilliant! I love it. I wonder what Rayman does next...

And Space, how long does it take for you to write a chapter?

[Xenon]

Thanks! And the chapters only take about 7 minutes.