*The First Episode is out! Finally! I will go back to doing them weekly but there may be a lack of uploads since school and stuff. I'll see you all later. This is published on April 9, 2020. Sorry if this is long. Also, the narrator talks in Bold Italics.* 

Flashback: Fifty years ago:

"Rejoice, death is not the end!" The priest preached boldly on stage over the crowd of thousands of people.

The young gray-furred boy stood with the rest of the crowd while setting his focus on the priest. The gray storm clouds rolled by above them but the rain hadn't fallen yet. The boy was wearing his mouth mask that had the symbol engraved on it just like everyone else.

"We will not conform to what's outside of our fences! We are created to be formed to be perfect and balanced and under no circumstances...we should not be any different than just mere fur color!" The priest continued with his sermon while holding out the golden book with the treacherous symbol on the cover of it. "The Book of Whispers proclaimed that anyone different, whether by a birth defect or outsider, shall be conformed by the whispers and the family it gathers!"

As if it's on cue, a couple of men in lab coats and blue rubber glove brought up a red-furred short teenage kid, who's wearing a red short hat that had the round tip leaning forward slightly, up on the wooden stage. The kid appeared like he's been sobbing for the past hour or two. The crowd stared blankly at him with their masks covering their mouths, without fear or sorrow.

Suddenly, a machine was levered up behind the priest as the doctors strapped the kid on it. One of the doctors put a headpiece around the kid's head while he whimpered in pain and tears were strolling down his furry cheeks non-stop.

"This defective has suffered a great disorder that must be wiped clean!" The priest announced with his booming voice louder than the kid's sobs. "He will become pure and perfect once he's through with the operation!"

One of the doctors was given a gesture by the priest to start up the machine. The voltage was set low at first, letting the kid groan in pain. The audience watched him emotionless, taking in what the priest was saying. As the priest continued his preaching, the voltage was raised higher and higher, causing the red-furred kid to scream out in pain. He's struggling to get out of the machine but he was strapped on it tightly, losing any kind of hope in anyone that he'll get out of it.

The kid in the gray fur witnessed this; however, he didn't do anything about it. He noticed someone whimpering quietly beside him as he turned his head slightly to notice a young blue-furred girl with fluffy cheeks had her tears streaming down on her cheeks. She seemed horrified by the sight and she was the only one in the crowd that wasn't wearing a mask.

The gray-furred kid watched her intently, recognizing her. He scooched through the crowd to stand beside her. She glimpsed at him for a moment but then focused back on what's happening on stage.

"This must be done," the gray-furred kid reminded her.

The girl shook her head while staring at the red-furred kid on stage, suffering. "But...he's innocent. He had no reason to suffer."

"He has a disorder. Let's not forget that," the gray-furred kid whispered to her.

She shook her head even more. "He still doesn't need to suffer, Magnus. Please don't tell me you're thinking like the rest?

Magnus, the gray-furred kid, examined her face to notice something was off. "Where's your earpiece, Sara? Don't you have it?"

Sara, the blue-furred girl, fiddled with the strand of her long blue hair. "I lost it."

"Where? I can help you find it--"

"No...it's best if I don't ever retrieve it."

"What about your mask? Surely, you couldn't have lost it--"

"I lost both my earpiece and mask. But it's best if I don't retrieve those--."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to."

The adults around them heard the conversation with raised brows and stern looks at her.

"...Earpieces such as these will guide you to the light! Listen to the voices and they will guide you to perfection!" The priest shouted his sermon. "And the masks with this symbol is the symbol of your allegiance to the Gatherers! The Gatherers of the Whispers!"

As the priest concluded his sermon, the kid screamed louder than both Magnus and Sara could ever hear from anyone. Sara couldn't watch anymore as she passed through the crowd and headed straight for the plugin for the machine. She pulled the plug and the machine turned off instantly, letting the kid strapped on it to breathe heavily. One of the doctors turned to her with a glare.

"You, woman!" The doctor barked at her as Sara ran away from the stage. However, there were buff men at the front row of the crowd who snatched her by the small arms. She struggled against their grips but it's useless to fight against their strength. They carried her up on stage next to the priest and threw her at the priest's feet.

"Did the whispers tell you to commit such acts?" the priest asked Sara.

Sara licked her lips a bit, coming up with a lie. "Yes."

"Why would the whispers want you to break its own rule?"

"She didn't have her mask and earpiece on!" One of the women screamed from the crowd. The woman was next to Magnus, who had his eyes widened with shock.

The priest turned to Sara with a sneer. "Where is it, child?"

"I-I lost them."

"You lost something that you could've easily worn all the time?"

"Yes, sir." Sara flicked a glance up at the kid strapped onto the machine, staring at her like he needed help. She shifted her gaze back at the priest to notice a butcher knife on his belt. A lightbulb went off in her head.

"Do you know what else those whispers were telling me?" Sara asked the priest with a hidden smirk.

"What, child?"

"To do...this!" Sara charged at the priest and grabbed his knife before he could make any reaction. She used her shoulder to shove the priest away from her while obtaining the sharp knife. The two doctors came at her but she cut them in the arms and throats to get them out of her way. The buff men who took her on stage, came after her until she was able to stab them in the chest, leaving them wounded and unable to get up.

The audience gasped in horror while Sara quickly cut the leather straps holding the red-furred kid down to let him go free. The kid seemed confused by her actions.

"Go!" Sara screamed her demand as the kid bolted out of the city without any hesitation. Before Sara could go with him, a sharp needle jabbed at her shoulder blade from behind. She doesn't know what it was but she slowly lost consciousness and darkness surrounded her.

~.~

Present: Fifty years later

"Is he still sleeping?"

"I've knocked twice...he should at least wake up to that."

"Either that or he's a heavy sleeper."

"Well, in that case--"

A loud abrupt knock came from the front door, instantly waking the orange-furred man, Guy, up from his afternoon nap on the couch in the living room. He yelped in surprise while almost falling off the couch.

"Yep...definitely heavy sleeper," Guy heard a familiar voice speaking from outside. He breathed in and out heavily from a nightmare that ended too suddenly. He rubbed his hands against his head to calm himself down. When he glanced at the time, he noticed that it's noon.

"What?! I slept in!" Guy gasped while hearing snickering from outside the door. He immediately bolted to the front door and swung open to reveal that Goat and Michael, the fox, were the only ones to show up at his porch in Glurfsburg. Goat had a pile of plastic cups strapped onto his head and balanced like a pyramid while Michael had his arms held out for holding plates in his arms.

Guy sighed heavily at Goat, assuming he's the one who made an abrupt knock. "Could you have knocked softer?"

"I have knocked softer...twice," Goat responded simply.

Michael nodded his head in confirmation. "Yeah, I saw that."

"Did you just sleep in?" Goat asked with a raised brow.

Guy groaned irritably, mostly to himself. "Yeah, I got to go meet Sam at the diner in fifteen minutes. And the party will start in an hour-"

"Relax, man, we'll get this set-up before you get back," Michael soothed with a small smile.

"Where can we set this stuff down, compadre?" Goat questioned while looking around inside of the house.

"In the kitchen," Guy answered and stepped aside so that Michael and Goat can walk in. Michael and Goat strolled in and found a kitchen. While Michael set the plates down gently on the counter, Goat unstrapped his plastic cup pyramid hat and slowly took it off to not ruin the pyramid. The pyramid stood perfectly. Guy leaned against the doorway to watch both the animals stare at the plastic cup pyramid.

"Yes, it's perfectly balanced. As all things should be," Goat replied while dramatically gesturing the plastic cup pyramid.

"Dang, that actually looks pretty cool," Michael complimented with fascination.

Goat bowed with a smirk. "Thank you."

The fox let out a giggle at Goat's goofiness, causing Goat to smile warmly.

Guy rolled his eyes at the two of them and used his mind-bending skills to destroy the pyramid and stacked the cups up into two piles.

Goat gave a deadpan stare at Guy. "You're no fun."

Guy sighed again while looking at the clock. He clenched his teeth in realization while running out of the house. "I'm going to be late. Don't break any vases!"

"Don't worry, we won't!" Michael shouted as Guy rushed to the door.

Goat glanced back at the fox with a mischievous smirk. "Come on, zorro. We got vases to break."

"But Guy just said--"

Goat whispered, "I was just giving Guy a hard time."

Guy rolled his eyes at Goat's joke and headed out of the house, leaving both the goat and the fox behind in the house.

While Goat and Michael were setting up for this party, Guy began to run through the streets of Glurfsburg. Luckily for him, the diner was nearby. He didn't barge through the crowd and only said 'Excuse me' and 'Pardon me', which that seemed abnormal for a grumpy personality like him to do. Guy hoped that Sam wasn't there already and had been waiting for him more than ten minutes. Otherwise, he probably left if he got bored. Or just text him.

Guy pulled out his small phone from his fur pocket to see if Sam was texting him. There was no text from Sam, which gave him a sigh of relief. Believe it or not, Michellee did bought both him and Sam new phones, so in case either of them were far apart like they were last time, they would be able to contact each other. It's also for emergencies.

Meanwhile, more people came over to Guy's house. The first person, other than Goat and Michael, who came over was Gluntz. She had a green cake with the decorations of Green Eggs and Ham on top while smiling from ear to ear.

"Is this it?" Gluntz asked excitedly. "Is this the right house?"

"No, wrong house," Goat joked around with a smirk. "It's the house next door."

Of course, Gluntz didn't think Goat was joking and looked at the house next door.

Michael chuckled a bit. "Don't worry. You're at the right house. Come on in."

Gluntz perked her head up and had her smile back on her face.

"You should've waited until she went next door, zorro," Goat whispered jokingly.

"Nah, man, that's cruel," Michael whispered back with a small smile.

Gluntz set the cake on the counter. "This is going to be the best party ever!"

"Right?!" Michael yelped with adventure in his tone. "I wonder if he ever had a birthday party before."

"We'll have to see." Louis walked in suddenly from the backdoor on their conversation while carrying store-bought cupcakes with green frosting, causing everyone to jump.

"Lou! What the heck?!" Goat immediately replied with his brow twitching.

"What?" Louis responded with a raised brow.

"Don't you know that there's a front door, amigo?" Goat pointed at the front door where Gluntz entered the house from.

Louis rolled his eyes at Goat. "I just came from the backyard. Come on, let's set this thing up before Guy gets back with Sam."

~.~

Guy hurried to Donna's Diner, where he saw Sam waiting inside through the window. Sam noticed Guy walking up to the door with a full bright smile on his face. He waved like a child while moving from his seat to approach Guy. Guy entered the diner, receiving a full hug from Sam.

"There's my SB!" Sam shouted joyously, smiling from ear to ear.

Guy smiled a bit. "SB?"

"Super-Buddy. I saved a spot just for us!"

"Lovely."

Both Sam and Guy sat by the window while waiting to order food.

"How's the job?" Guy ignited the conversation with Sam.

Sam grinned genuinely. "It's pretty nice. Once in awhile, I get mean customers but hey, at least I get to keep the wrong order food."

Guy stifled a giggle at his friend's positive outlook. "Yeah...should've saved some for me."

"I would've if I known--"

"I'm just teasing, Sam."

Both the men laughed at each other's joke. They heard a buzz noise as Guy checked on his phone. He smiled and sighed in relief.

"What?" Sam asked, losing his smile.

"Oh, Michellee said that she just picked E.B. from school," Guy responded but only half was true. It was Michellee texting him but she didn't let him know about picking E.B up from school. Instead, the text read: We're almost home!

Sam glanced across from him and noticed Guy's hand trembling a bit. Guy noticed this too and gripped around it tightly.

Sam raised his brow. "Why is your hand trembling?"

"Huh?"

"Your hand. It's been doing that lately. Why?"

Guy looked at his hand. "I don't know."

Sam shrugged it off. "Well, alright, um...how's your job?"

"Still trying to get into the inventing thing. In the meantime, I'm just paint-watching," Guy responded with a small smile.

"Hey, now with these new super-powers, you could build anything you want without it exploding!" Sam responded with an excited shout.

Guy shushed Sam. "Keep it down, Sam. No need to go public about this."

"Why not?"

"You know how people are...they could--well--um--"

"What?"

"Nevermind," Guy answered softly while staring out of the window, deep in his own thoughts. He could tell Sam became more concerned for him and he wouldn't blame him. He had told himself later that he's fine but the truth was...he had been having nightmares. It wasn't just nightmares that would go away the next night or even in the next morning. It's constant...always there and always near. Not only his nightmares were constant, but they were also vivid. He could remember every detail within it. Some were flashbacks of when he had to fight Jeckles in that heated battle out in the ocean. But there were some that he...he couldn't explain to his friends and family. Something that he couldn't just pinpoint. And that concerned him as well.

~.~

Michellee and E.B entered the house, looking around at the decorations and more people participating. Jean, Cosette, and Fawn were helping with the ceiling decorations. McWinkle brought the big boxes that were wrapped tightly in wrapping paper with bows on top. Karen and Robert, Guy's parents, had more desserts set on the table while Jeffrey, Dave, Stanley, and Todd helped the other kids with the decorations.

Michael noticed Michellee and E.B and squeezed himself through the crowd. "We're almost done!"

"Great!" Michellee exclaimed happily while walking through the house to examine the decorations.

"I call look-out!" E.B volunteered while sprinting upstairs to her room.

"Be careful, E.B!" Michellee cautioned her daughter.

"I will!" E.B managed to get through her bedroom window and used the monkey bars that were set from the window to the new treehouse built for her to swing across. She got onto the floorboards that hid her perfectly well due to the thick leaves covering the area she's walking around in. She got out her own binoculars while picking up a small walkie-talkie from the ground.

"Viper One, this is Bean-Counter 1. I'm in a position. What's your status?" E.B talked into the walkie-talkie.

"Is that you, niña?" E.B could hear Goat's voice from the other walkie-talkie.

"Yep. What's your status?"

"We're done setting up. Your Mom just texted Guy...if he's around the block with Sam, get in the house immediately and let us know."

"Roger that, Viper One--"

"Just stick with the original names, niña," Goat responded with a chuckle while hanging up.

E.B giggled and stayed on the look-out for Sam and Guy.

~.~

Guy and Sam were chattering about day to day business with a few chuckles and giggles while eating their ordered Green Eggs and Ham. Guy swallowed his food while Sam patted his round belly.

"Well, I'm full," Sam responded with a small satisfied smile.

"Really? Only one plate of Green Eggs and Ham?"

"I have left-overs at home from unwanted deliveries."

"Oh, right." Guy nodded his head in understanding. His phone buzzed as he took it out with his eyes widened. He smiled mischievously, causing Sam to raise his brow at Guy.

"Is something going on, Guy?" Sam asked.

Guy's mischievous smile faded quickly while shrugging it off. "Oh, it's nothing. Uh, hey, are you free later?"

"Later?"

"Do you still have to make more deliveries?"

"No, I think I'm done for the day," Sam answered while smiling a bit. "You want me to come over?!"

"Yeah, of course! You can come over any time you like. You know that right?"

"Yeah. Hehe," Sam responded a bit with a nervous chuckle. "Maybe we can save some of the leftovers for E.B and Michellee."

"I--I'm sure they don't need it," Guy reassured Sam with a plastered grin.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure," Guy replied while nodding his head. He scooched himself out of his seat with Sam following him.

"Let's go, SB," Sam urged playfully, stifling a laugh from Guy.

"Alright."

~.~

As Sam and Guy roamed through the streets and on their way to Guy's house, Guy was rubbing his arm a bit nervously.

"Sam, can I ask you something personal?" Guy asked Sam, almost a bit afraid of asking but he knew he had to.

Sam beamed a bit. "Of course, buddy! You can ask me anything you want."

"Have you ever had a birthday party before? I mean, as far as you can remember?"

Sam froze from that question in the middle of the sidewalk, causing Guy to turn around and stop ahead of his friend. When Guy tried to read his friend's mind, all he saw was Sam trying to remember as best as he could to remember having a birthday party. However, he couldn't come up with any.

"Not really...I don't know when my birthday is...until I was Gluntz's house temporarily," Sam responded, solemn in his voice.

Guy pondered something to say to his friends while guiding his sad friend through the sidewalk.

"Why do you ask?" Sam asked with a raised brow.

"Oh, I was just curious," Guy responded quickly.

Meanwhile, E.B noticed Guy and Sam a block away and sped back to the house. She quickly hopped through her bedroom window and rushed downstairs.

"Guys! Guy and Sam are almost here!" E.B shouted excitedly.

Michellee shut off the lights. "Hide!"

Everyone went into their hiding place while waiting for Sam and Guy to come through the door.

The door swung open, revealing to be Sam and Guy.

"Boy, it sure is dark in here," Sam uttered meekly while Guy smirked.

Guy flipped on the lights.

Everyone jumped out of their hiding places. "SURPRISE!!!"

Sam jumped back with a screech and then smiled brightly with a laugh. "Wait! What is this?!"

"Happy Birthday, Sam!" E.B responded with a bright grin.

Sam's heart instantly melted while smiling non-stop and tears leaking out of his eyes. "Oh, guys--!"

Michael immediately became concerned for Sam. "Uh...we-uh-we--"

Goat leaned over to whisper to Michael. "I think he's having tears of joy."

"How does everyone know that today was my birthday?" Sam asked out of curiosity while continuing to wipe his tears away.

Gluntz softly smiled. "I had your file. I basically shared it with everyone so that we could prepare this for you."

Sam glanced back at Guy, who softly smiled at his friend. "Is that why you asked if I ever have a birthday party?"

Guy nodded his head. "Yep. We want to give you something that you might never have before. It might not be the same as having blood-related family members celebrating your birthdays but we hope that this is enough."

"It's more than enough," Sam sobbed happily while he zoomed over to Guy and hugged him. "This is the best surprise ever! Thank you."

Guy embraced Sam back tightly. "No problem. Happy Birthday, Sam."

Sam smiled while letting go of his friend. He went around the room happily, hugging everyone while thanking them for this nice surprise.

Michael grinned ecstatically. "What are we standing around here for? Let's get this party started!"

"Yeah!" Everyone yelled out their cheer as the upbeat party music turned on.

Unbeknownst to everyone in the house, a shadow was watching them from the darkness of the alleyway.

~.~

The party had been going on for five hours. The desserts and food were almost devoured and evening arrived early. Guy walked his family outside to bid them goodbye since they had to go back to Stovepipe Junction pretty soon. Of course, it's fun for them to be there with Sam and everyone else. The remaining people still lived in Glurfsburg, so they decided to stay for a couple more hours. When Guy walked back into his house, he realized that it's a mess but he didn't mind cleaning up. He used his mind force powers to take down the decorations since it's coming to an end. He noticed Sam, Michellee, Gluntz, E.B, McWinkle, Goat, Michael, Jean, Cosette, Fawn, and Louis sitting in the living room while playing charades.

Michellee noticed Guy cleaning up the house. "Here, let me help you, honey--."

Guy smiled at his lover softly. "I got it. You guys keep playing."

While Guy was cleaning up the mess with his powers, Goat stood there in front of the group while trying to look mean and aggressive. He used his hoof gestures to pretend to throw things while hitting his chest like a gorilla.

"Uh...a gorilla?" Jean guessed from standing on Michael's shoulder.

Goat shook his head, knowing that he had to stay silent in order to play the game of charades.

"Gorilla? Gorilla? Gorilla?" Michael muttered the name itself while gasping dramatically like an answer finally connected. "Wait---HARAMBE!!!"

Goat gave Michael a deadpan stare, flicking his ears a bit. He shook his head while trying to ponder a way to communicate his group of what he's trying to impersonate. He began circling his hooves around the sides to his head while rolling his eyes like a complete maniac.

"Jeckles?" Sam asked with a raised brow.

Goat stopped what he was doing while extending his hoof out for the group to build on that answer.

"Uh, unredeemable monster!" Louis shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Psychopath!" McWinkle barked while leaning forward from his seat.

"I thought he's a Sociopath," Michael responded to McWinkle's guess.

"Probably both," McWinkle replied with a shrug.

Michellee noticed the timer going off. "Guys! Times up!"

Goat sighed deeply. "Super-villain, guys."

"Wait, it's a super-villain?" Michael questioned Goat's impersonations. "Why in the world are you trying to impersonate Harambe as a supervillain?!"

"Who's Harambe?" E.B asked her mother innocently.

Michellee smiled a bit. "We'll talk about it later."

"I was trying to impersonate a raging maniac," Goat responded to Michael's question. "I did not know how you mistook that as Harambe."

"Well, ladies, let's show these boys how we can win!" Gluntz teased the guys while striding up in front of them.

"Give your best shot, agent," Louis responded with a smirk.

Michellee gave the timer set to Louis while he started it at one minute.

"Go!" Louis signaled Gluntz.

Gluntz spread her hands out like she's making rainbows.

"Rainbows!" E.B guessed quickly, earning a nod from Gluntz.

Gluntz began to sway her hand left and right like she's holding a paintbrush, painting a canvas.

"Painting!" Michellee shouted the answer, earning another nod.

"Let's go!" Fawn cheered with determination, standing next to her mom. Both the mice were standing on top of Michellee's head.

Gluntz marched in front of the ladies while waving a pretend flag around.

"Revolution!" Cosette yelled out her answer, gaining a nod from Gluntz.

The guys stared at the women with complete shock and confusion on their faces.

Eventually, the timer ran out.

"Time's up!" Louis informed the ladies loudly.

Gluntz sighed in relief and sat by the women while the women were cheering for her.

"Ha! We're smarter than those guys!" E.B. laughed.

Goat smirked playfully at E.B. "I heard that, niña! Let's go boys!"

Michael glanced at Sam. "It's your turn, Sam."

"Alrighty!" Sam responded while beaming excitedly. He ran up from the group as Michellee was the one who started the timer.

"Go!" Michellee pointed for Sam to go.

Meanwhile, Guy was done cleaning and just watched his family with a huge warm smile on his face. He decided to not join in with the charades since for one, he could easily read minds and two, if he knew an answer, he would be tempted to say it...even before anyone could do the gesture. Since Guy had a competitive nature, he decided that it's best if he stayed out of charades so that everyone else could play. Instead, he just stared at them.

At that moment, everything turned out right for Guy. He finally had everything he wanted. Everything that anyone could ever ask for. Family and friends who supported him and stuck with him through the thick of the mud. In his mindset...there's nothing that was missing. Unless...

A sudden chill of wind blew on Guy's back. He shivered but something was off. He just knew something was off.

"Guy."

Guy turned his head to look outside and noticed the storm clouds hovering in the skies. He raised his brow, knowing that there wasn't supposed to be a storm. He warily walked through the kitchen and into the small backyard. He heard the thunder booming from the sky but there's no rain coming down. He saw the dark clouds were roaming from one direction, moving his gaze over to the opposite direction from the movements of the clouds. From ahead, he saw something lurking. The lightning flashed across the skies, revealing a familiar cold-air balloon.

Guy widened his eyes while his hand trembled violently. He gripped his wrist tightly to try to prevent his hand from trembling but it wouldn't stop. Eventually, Guy was too focused on the cold-air balloon that he let go of his trembling hand. His body was frozen in position. His shaky hand extended out towards the cold-air balloon, his breathing becoming louder.

"Compadre!"

Guy immediately was snapped out of his trance and grabbed his hand, which was no longer trembling. He whipped his glance over at Goat, who stood there with a puzzled look on his face.

"Uh...hey," Guy responded, nervously.

"I called you twice...are you okay?" Goat asked, now a bit concern.

Guy switched his glance back over and saw that there were no clouds looming above him nor the cold air balloon floating within the skies. All of it was just a...hallucination.

Guy shifted his focus back to Goat. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Okay...I just came to check up on you."

"Thank you." Guy glanced back into the horizon, not aware of Goat just standing there still.

"Come inside if you're ready," Goat uttered while walking away.

"Okay."

Goat went back inside of the house but Guy stood still, frozen in position. He stared longer out into the city. Taking a deep breath in, he decided what he's going to do next. Guy exited out of his backyard through the wooden gate and went about his way into the city in the dark of the night.

~.~

Sam noticed one person missing in the living room. He glanced around him while Goat sat back down on the couch.

"Is Guy okay?" Sam asked Goat, figuring he went to the backyard to check on Guy.

"According to Guy himself, he's okay," Goat reassured Sam with a smile. Although, that smile quickly faded. Something was bothering him. He turned to Michellee. "Hey, Michellee, how often does Guy's hand tremble?"

"What?" Michellee questioned Goat, raising her brow.

"I noticed Guy's hand trembling...sometimes when I walked by him, I see his hand trembling...even it's slightly. Have you noticed that or--?"

"I noticed it this morning at the diner," Sam spoke up, his eyes widening a bit. "Did something happen to his hand?"

"Guy's hand is trembling?" Louis stepped into the conversation.

"Yeah, it's been trembling for who knows how long...it's--I don't know--I would be the last person to say that it's becoming bothersome," Goat responded with a shrug.

"Maybe it's from the powers," Gluntz theorized.

"Fair point. But...I just witnessed something weird while I was checking up on Guy...he's just staring off...his hand shook more violently than I've ever seen. I called his name twice before he finally snapped out what he was seeing," Goat pointed out. "Do you think it's from those powers too?"

"Maybe," McWinkle uttered while rubbing his chin to think.

"Do they explain the nightmares?" Michellee added into the conversation.

"Nightmares?" Everyone questioned simultaneously.

"Yeah...it's almost like every night that he has them," Michellee answered to the group.

"I know how that feels," Goat uttered sadly while gazing down at the ground.

Sam's heart began to race. "I'm starting to worry about him."

"He'll be fine, Sam," McWinkle reassured while patting Sam on the shoulder.

Jean scratched the back of his head and crawled down from the fox's shoulder and climbed up to Michellee's head to sit with his wife and daughter.

Michael stood up from his seat on the couch. "I'll go check on him. Maybe get him to talk to me. Hopefully."

"Cool, he's outside," Goat informed the fox.

"Alright," Louis responded to Michael's statement as Michael headed outside.

Sam watched Michael entering the backyard with eyes widened.

"Um, Goat! You said he's in the backyard, right?!"

"Uh, yeah! Why?!" Goat asked the fox.

"Um...he's not there!" Michael responded loudly as he entered back in the house.

Gluntz had her brow raised. "Is he going for a midnight stroll or what?"

"Maybe," Michellee uttered nervously.

~.~

Meanwhile, Guy took a stroll throughout the city, which was only a couple of blocks away from his house. The air was chilly, causing Guy to shiver. He did regret leaving without informing his family about what's going on and going on a stroll without his scarf. But that was the least of his worries though. He couldn't get that vision off of his mind. Goat must have thought he was crazy...he probably was. As the wind picked up, Guy rubbed his hands against his arms tightly, not realizing how freezing it was going to be.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Guy immediately took notice of a sprinkle of blood in front of him. He froze suddenly, feeling his stomach doing flips. Was someone murdered here? Guy began to investigate it by following the trail of blood carefully. He peeked around the corner to stare into the dark alleyway. He continued to follow the blood until his vision glitched. Startled by the sudden glitch, Guy realized that the trail of blood disappeared. He shifted his gaze up to notice a wooden fence with a few papers pinned against it.

Guy groaned irritably to himself, realizing that he's hallucinating again. What's happening to him? As soon as he turned around, a sudden force pinned him against the wall. He realized soon enough that it was a person, who had their hand wrapped tightly around Guy's throat and another hand gripped tightly on his shaky wrist. Guy stared at the hooded shadow glaring at him. He tried kicking the shadow away from him but his foot went through the stomach of the shadow. He tried to use his powers to push the shadow away from him but there's something that was stopping him from doing so. Something burning inside of him.

Guy looked into the hood of the shadow but all he saw was darkness. His breathing became heavy while he heard a chuckle.

"You looked frightened, Guy," The shadow growled a bit.

"What do you want from me?" Guy snarled, becoming suffocated by the shadow's grip.

Suddenly, his vision changed from the peaceful Glurfsburg to complete destruction of the city. The sky was blood red while the ground underneath his feet was ashes. There were bones and skeletons everywhere with the remaining fire burning the last piece of destroyed buildings. While noticing all these things, Guy could feel his body burning from something engraved on his body. He had no idea what it was but it's causing him to groan in immense pain.

"Look around you. We're near the end," The shadow responded while clutching Guy's throat and wrist tighter.

Guy clenched his teeth in pain. "I stopped it...I stopped it before! Jeckles...he's---"

"He's dead."

Guy's body began to tremble, stifling a laugh from the shadow. His hand that had been trembling, shook violently against the wall.

"Have you heard of a Hydra?"

Guy couldn't respond from being suffocated, glaring back at the shadow.

"If you chop one head off, two more will grow in its place. Doesn't that fascinate you?"

Guy attempted to kick the shadow away from him one more time but his foot went through the shadow's stomach again. He whimpered in pain while his body felt like it's on fire.

"No? Not even the slightest?"

Guy lost his glare at the assassin, squeezing his eyes tightly to bear the pain.

"Well, Jeckles was the head until one of you chopped it off...now, two more heads will grow in his place," The shadow growled while the vision of the destroyed city disappeared from Guy's sight. But the shadow was still holding onto Guy while he still felt the burn in his body.

"Please, make it stop...make it stop." Guy heard his own thoughts, whimpering in pain still.

"What's...going...to happen?" Guy asked the shadow, barely lifting his eyelids to look back at the shadow.

"Many people will die, Guy. What you just saw...that's what is going to happen to everyone around you. And you won't be able to stop it."

"N-No, you're wrong...I was able to stop Jeckles once...I could do it again," Guy growled, tears edging out of his eyes from being in immense pain.

The shadow laughed at Guy's determination. "You can save everyone in the world. But the question is...who's going to save you?"

"Save me? F-From what?"

"From Yourself."

Suddenly, Guy felt like he's being electrocuted. His face suddenly was burning up with some marks on that he didn't know what it was. He screamed out in pain while the shadow disappeared without a trace. Guy's legs wobbled and collapsed on the concrete ground. Everything went black around him.

"Guy!" Guy heard familiar shouting voices. "Guy!"

"Oh my gosh! Is he okay?!" Michael's voice peered from the darkness.

"Just help me carry him! Come on!" Goat's determined voice echoed from the void.

Guy couldn't hear the voices further.

~.~

Michellee opened the door to notice Michael and Goat carrying passed out Guy.

"Guy!" Michellee gasped while Michael and Goat quickly took Guy in.

McWinkle had his eyes widened. "What happened to him?"

"I don't know," Michael answered urgently. "He screamed and we just bolted towards him."

"And then he passed out," Goat explained while looking around for a place to set him. "Where do we put him?"

E.B watched with sadness in her eyes at passed out Guy.

"Over there," Michellee pointed at the bedroom down the hallway and to the left. Goat and Michael carried Guy into it and placed him onto the bed. Michellee followed them while staring at Guy with deep concern.

Goat noticed Michellee's worried look. "He'll be okay."

"I know...I just--" Michellee sighed while sitting beside her lover. "Nevermind."

Goat frowned while he exited out of the bedroom with Michael following behind him.

Michellee sighed and laid herself next to Guy. She clutched him tightly, hoping that her touch would comfort him while he's sleeping.

Meanwhile, Sam anxiously waited with E.B, Louis, Gluntz, McWinkle, and the mice family. Goat and Michael entered the living room.

"He's sleeping," Michael uttered, rubbing his arm sadly.

Goat put his hoof on Michael's shoulder. "He'll be okay...maybe he's in shock from something...although, we wouldn't know what it is."

McWinkle leaned forward a bit. "What do you think it is?"

"A hallucination...or something like that," Goat responded with a shrug. "Whatever he saw, it's gone."

"Well, that's a new case to crack," Gluntz implemented with a sigh. "Speaking of cases, we-um-got to get to bed early if we have to work."

McWinkle smiled lightly. "That's right. You guys are working at the B.A.D.G.U.Y.S precinct?"

"Yeah, we're close to solving this case tomorrow," Goat indicated while removing his hoof from Michael's shoulder.

"Really? You guys work fast," Gluntz responded with her hands on her hips and a grin.

Michael smirked with a cocky tone. "Yeah, we're the cool group."

"More like a trio," Jean added his input while he and his family scurried off the couch. "Fawn is pretty tired so, we must rest...I'll see both of you in the morning."

"Sounds good, amigo," Goat responded with a nod in understanding.

Sam smiled at his group of friends. "Hey, thank you all for this birthday party! It's been amazing."

"Of course!" E.B chirped happily.

"Aw, no problem!" Gluntz replied while hugging Sam, which he happily hugged her back.

Louis nodded his head. "Yeah, it's a meaningful day for you. We got to make it special."

"Of course, man. We could celebrate every year if you like," Michael offered. "I mean, it wouldn't be as big as this but--"

"Every year?" Sam inquired, his eyes sparkling.

"Yeah, people celebrate their own birthdays every year," Goat informed with a small smile.

"I would love that," Sam uttered with a huge childish grin.

"Then, we'll make that official," McWinkle determined with a small smirk.

Everyone cheered quietly while Sam and E.B watched the group heading out the door. While bidding their goodnights, E.B noticed Sam staying in the house until everyone was gone.

E.B raised her brow. "Are you going home, Sam?"

"I want to spend the night. In case, Guy needed a midnight buddy to talk to," Sam answered, still concerned for his friend.

"Okay. You can sleep in my bedroom and--"

"Nah, I'll sleep on the couch."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, it's your bedroom, E.B. You get to sleep in it."

"I mean, you're the birthday boy--"

"Doesn't matter. I'll sleep on the couch. It's more likely Guy would come in here if something was going to happen."

E.B nodded her head in understanding. "Right. Well, goodnight, Sam."

"Goodnight, E.B."

E.B went upstairs into her bedroom while Sam plopped back on the couch. He smiled to himself, knowing that he had a fun birthday party. The only thing that went wrong was the fact that his best friend got hurt. Guy didn't ruin the party at all. Sam just wished that he would know what's going through his best friend's mind. He switched on the television and had the volume low so that it wouldn't be so abrupt throughout the house.

Sam gazed into the screen, noticing an ad about taking adventures.

"Tired of sitting on the couch? Bored out of your mind? Why not take a train tour around the world?!" The TV announcer boomed his voice from the television screen. "You could explore the world's greatest landscape and visit the world's most significant places! It could get your mind off of all those videogames and nightmares!"

Sam was drawn into it. His brow furrowing while leaning closer to the television screen.

"Come journey with us with the Greatest Ride of the Lifetime!" The announcer on television introduced while showing off the dates and times.

Sam sat there on the couch, completely fascinated by the idea of it. The more he thought about it, the more he missed the adventure. He knew that E.B and Michellee were going on their mother-daughter trip together. Sam began to ponder and took the quotes from the television announcer--the trip could take your mind off of nightmares. Michellee mentioned earlier that Guy had been having nightmares...maybe...just maybe...this trip could help Guy with his nightmares. Maybe...it could help Guy take his mind off of whatever nightmare's he's been having. An idea slowly formed in Sam's brain.