He had shambled his way over to Arel and his box full of the standardized tests, and chosen the one that he felt would be his strongest point.

Written.

Upon receiving his test he trudged off towards a private area where he could sit and write it in peace. He was feeling a bit apprehensive of the thought of taking an exam so soon. What if he failed? What if he opened up this test and found questions that he could not answer? All he would do is hurt the schools chances of ever reopening! A feeling of impending doom began to settle deep within his rotting stomach...

It took a lot of shambling along, but he finally managed to find a clear area free of students or distractions. Settling himself down on the ground, haunted pen in hand, he began to tear open his exam, and stared down at the page blankly.

The first question asked him to list the nine different types of FEAR, categorize them into their offensive or supportive categories, and explain what each type of fears purpose was. He groaned inwardly, but brought pen down to paper and began to write. This was not something he had learned much about, yet. He knew a few only because of the different FEARs members of his own family possessed. He knew a lot more about the natural abilities of different races and species. FEAR though? Not his strongest point. His list definitely fell short with only five different types of FEARs listed, one of which he wasn't entirely sure was correct.

Oh well, next question. He was almost scared to look.

The second question, it appeared, was just an extension of the first. It asked him to explain list each of the known Halloween denizens who first discovered each type of FEAR. Great. Just great. He let out a sigh and began to write, listing all of the ones he knew, but again, leaving the others blank. The blanks seemed to speak to him and say "you are such a failure..." but he tried to ignore them, as he looked on to question number three.

What was the name of Jack Skellingtons pet ghost dog?

Seriously?? Those first two questions had been killer and then the third question they made this easy? He could hardly believe it! Was it meant to be some kind of trick? He frowned, but wrote down 'Zero', before looking up from his exam and stretching out his arms.

Well, that certainly hadn't been too bad, he supposed. It could definitely have been much much worse. Standing up, exam grasped tightly within his hand, he began his long shamble back to the gates where the Boogey men and Arel were still standing and waiting.