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"Woah woah.. wait.. " Perry picked pasta and jello out of his hair. "You were gonna send her stuff too?"

Nathair slowly emerged from under the table as the food fight dwindled and ceased.

"Maybe the Ghostly Gossip was right abou him... he IS a player."

"Wait... what? A player of what?" Ronan looked confused.

Nathair snorted.

"Explain the muffins." Perry pulled himself up to his full height which... actually wasn't hugely tall, least not compared to the Selkie.

Ronan frowned. "You got the note yes?"

"Oh yeah, i got your note. "

"But you are displeased? Do you.. not like booberry?" He KNEW he should have gone with the shockolate, everyone loved shockolate!

Perry's eyes narrowed. "You don't hide random muffins in a guy's locker!"

"Well how else was I going to make sure you got them?"

"I don't want your muffins!"

"Oh... i'm sorry. I shall make a note of that for future reference. is there a baked good you would prefer?"

Perry was getting more and more flustered now, Nathair put a hand on his shoulder to try to calm him down.

"no baked goods, no gifts of any kind ok? Get it through your skull. I don't LIKE YOU"

"Oh... is this because I threw you in a lake?"

Perry made an awful low growling noise but Ronan seemed oblivious to how thin the ice he was skating now was.

"I expected you would be able to put that aside, I mean, you were in no real mortal peril and it does help to face ones fears."

Nathair grabbed Perry's hands as the Peryton lunged for the Selkie.

"Leave me... alone." He hissed.

"But.. you came to speak to me!" Ronan protested.

"I uh.. ye may want tae take a few steps back." Nathair suggested. Ronan looked bewildered but did as he was told.

"So... you're still angry with me?" Oh dear, muffins usually worked. Perhaps boos were more difficult to apologise to than ghouls. He made a note to examine sevenscream's articles on the matter more thoroughly.

"I assure you, it was not my intention to upset you further. I thought you would enjoy something sweet to eat."

Perry struggled out of Nathair's grip. He felt several eyes on him, which made him increasingly uncomfortable.

"Stay away from me." He growled.

"I really do think you're overreacting."

"you know what, forget it! Whatever! " Perry threw both hands in the air and stormed out of the creepateria.

"Hey come on! Come back here!" Nathair started after his friend, but thought better of it. Best to leave him alone when he was this angry. And hey, maybe he'd channel that rage into whooping those Luna High werewolves.

Ronan frowned. "What a strange monster..." he mused aloud.

After the appearance of Headless Headmistress Bloodgoode, it was only natural for the fire behind the food fight to slowly go from a roaring flame to a flickering candle. However, some of the more 'die hard' enthusiasts were still lobbying the random food item back and forth across the creepateria.

One might wonder the logic behind it, as it was plain to see just about everything ( and everybluddy!) was completely coated from head to hoof! One of the last being Manny Taur and Heath Burns would hexplain everything though, wouldn't it?

However in every food fight, there happened to be innocent casualties. Take Nero for example -- or Whinnie Q. Chase Q's little freshmoan sister was caught at her usual table with Devlyn right smack dab in the middle of the creepateria, and more importantly, right between Manny and Heath!

Devlyn had spent the entire time with an empty tray in claw, running back and forth in front on the table top, deflecting the food thrown and protecting Whinnie who crouched as low as she could. Why? She was wearing the frilly pink and white polka dot top she had stayed up so late the previous night, sewing with her own two hands. Tonight was her big brother's championship graveball game, and she wanted to look nice both for it, and her date with Devlyn afterwards. There wouldn't be time to go home to change so she wore the top to school, quite proud of how it (and she) looked!

Who knew a food fight was going to erupt today of all days!?

By now Devlyn was panting, running out of juice but then again, so was the food fight. However fate, and timing, was a tricky subject as both Heath and Manny shouted at the same time...

"Hey Burns/Manny, heads up!"

They both lobbied their handfuls of food, Heath just a split moent before Manny did... Heath's Mystery Meatloaf clanged into Devlyn's tray and knocked the poor little imp down -- just in time for Manny's pile of smashed bootatoes to cream Whinnie right in the face, with a generous portion of it and its gravy landing all over her precious top!

Manny's eyes grew H-U-G-E as across the creepateria, Chase looked up suddenly from beneath a mountain of pudding and cakes, and saw the end result, although not who had done it. That obligatory over-protective nature of Chase's immediately ignited and he stomped over, sliding only once (maybe twice) towards where his little sister was trying to clean herself off, and Devlyn picking himself up.

Whinnie looked up at her big brother and her eyes misted over. She was a tough ghoul, but she had worked so HARD on this outfit to look nice for him and Devlyn...

"Chase..." Whinnie's voice broke and that was all Chase had to hear!

He immediately turned and stomped on all four legs over toward the buffet line and walked right behind it, He turned his back to the table and rearing on his front legs, used his hind legs to deliver a swift and strong kick to the table laden with leftovers...

Lin looked up from where he was covered in goop of all colors and textures, and saw the shadow looming over their heads and pointed...

"TIDAL WAVE!!!"

"I-I don't particularly like conflict of any kind..." Ari admitted pushing herself backwards to give them space. "Th-the logic behind the fun of fighting with food is an unfamiliar concept to me." She flinched as a loud howl neared them.

"Loud crowded places make me nervous.." The Fae glanced back at the exit. I sure hope this ends soon... She was half tempted to try and leave but her anxiety kept her curled up. She covered her arms as cold, black splotches started forming from said anxiety.

At Rory's confession she couldn't help but giggle. "I don't think that makes you a coward." She said with another flinch as someone was knocked down. "You have a very good reason to be so cautious, unlike me..." She trailed off. If either of them were a fraidy-cat it'd be the Changeling, who found herself becoming frightened or nervous often when there was really nothing to be afraid of.

She glanced back at the Exit and realized she had forgotten about something. Since glamour was a method of altering one's perception, theoretically speaking she would be able to make some things appear unseen. It wouldn't last long though since she hadn't practiced. Ari estimated that she'd have less then 20 seconds.

The Fae turned back to Rory, her anticipation overcoming the Anxiety. "How comfortable would you feel making a run for the door while being temporarily invisible?" She asked. She would go either way but felt like offering the idea to the person in sorta the same boat as her.

Chase Q's tidal wave of food ended the food fright definitively. It also ended up covering an entire half of the Creepateria in that day's lunch.

Atomica sighed as the large Lurch Lady (The one everyone called Large Marge) put a mop in one of her hands and a pail in the other.

*BRIIIIIINGGG!!!*

Well, that was the bell, meaning everymonster would be going to class. Except Atomica and...Ronan?

Atomica turned to see Ronan right next to her, a broom and an empty trash bag in his claws. She gave him an automated smile.

"Thanks for volunfearing to help me." She told him, sincerely.

"I had to make up for making you cry somehow." He informed her in his usual stoic way. He started gathering up milk cartons and empty Red Ghoul cans in his trash bag. "And it was my muffins that started this whole thing."

"I still don't know why Lin and Gryff dumped me for a new robot." Atomica lamented, mopping up a puddle of mystery meat.

"It is strange. I thought that they were enured to your particular...personality." Ronan answered, untangling a full bowl of spookghetti from a chair. "I would not think that you were...easily replaceable."

"That's TOTALLY what I thought!" Atomica agreed.

"I wouldn't say I was a Dare Devil I-"
Ari jumped out of surprise and hit her head on the table. "Ow... I need to stop doing that..." She muttered standing up, her pale face flushed fair amount of red.

It was over? The Fae looked around nervously to confirm. How could she have missed that? Oh Right...

"Sorry... I get to worked up I stop paying attention to my surroundings..." She smiled weakly at the dragoness. "Thank you." Well that was a tad embarrassing.. She glanced at her cake Lunch. Her appetite had not returned. Putting away her lunch box back into her tiny shoulder bag she took a deep breath and relaxed. The dark spots on her arms returned to their normal shape.

She laughed a bit, "I'm really not that brave." She lately replied to Rory. "I just have a hard time controlling myself and thinking straight when I'm frightened..." Ari glanced at the clock. "Um... I guess we'd best be off then yes~?" She turned around in attempt to hide her flustered face and started heading for the door.

When the tidal wave formed and all the foods mixed to become one, Harry's allergy nightmares came true. It was a killer wave, a killer wave of PUCE! Shrieking in horror, Harry dragged Kai on top of a table as the wave crashed the puce food puddled all around them. IT WAS EVERYWHERE! HE WAS A DEAD MONSTER!

"Trapped! Trapped like.....something you trap that is totally cruel and doesn't deserve it!"

Oblivious to the fact that everyone was streaming out of the creeperteria except Ronan and Atomica, Harry grabbed Kai by the shirt and shook him.

"What we do, man? Game over, man, game over! WE ARE TRULY IN THE COURT OF THE LIZARD KING!"

Atomica hefted a nearly five-foot tall mound of mashed potatoes into the large trash can near what used to be the boo-fet line.

"Hey!" It protested, a green mouth appearing to reveal that the mound was actually Glen da West. "I'm not trash!"

"A Dudebro," Atomica replied to Ronan, leaving Glen to his own devices. "Is a monster, usually male, whom satisfies both the conditions of being a dude and also a bro at the same time. Satisfying these conditions includes, like, wearing fedoras, popping collars, saying the words 'dude' and 'bro' at various intervals, and possibly but not always, the bleaching of hair. Alternatively, it is someone who has annoyed Gryff."

"Well, I don't do any of that first list of things, so I must have annoyed Gryff somehow..." Ronan concluded. "I did not realize that a dude-bro was a perjorative. Why would he have been annoyed with me? All I was doing was going with your plan of attempting to discuss your high points near him."

Atomica dropped her mop dramatically.

"Oh NO! That means that your talking about ME is what hacktivated his dudebro criticism! I'm....I'm NO BETTER THAN A DUDEBRO IN GRYFF'S EYES! Oh, I can't believe how thoroughly hated I've become to my own beasties!"

Harry cowered behind Kai lest any of the puce goop suddenly animate and attack him. He had a frightmare about that once.

"I could carry you but I'm afraid you'd get splashed. What happens if you get puced? Hives? Swelling?"

"I wish! Dude, it's too horrific...I...I...I LOSE MY ZEN!"

Kai blinked.

"You, you lose your zen? That's it?"

"THAT'S IT!? Dude, do you know how many hours of Translyvanian meditation I'd have to do to get my zen back? I'd miss Woestock!"

Kai was pretty sure Harry had already lost his zen. He was about to say so when Harry spotted Atomica and Ronan across the creeperteria. They were slowly cleaning the goop.

"Oh no! The Very Cherry Atomica! I can't let her peep me like this!"

"You like Atomica? The last boo who like almost got laser face surgery."

"How could you NOT like her! She's automatic, systematic, hydromatic...SHE'S PRACTICALLY GREASED LIGHTNING!"

Kai had no idea what that meant. If Harry had a case of the likes for Atomica, his lack of zen wouldn't impress her. At least, it seemed Harry thought that way. Kai tried brainstorm a new idea.

"Too bad we have no vacuums. I suppose Atomica might have a garbage disposal unit...."

"Huh? KAI! YOUR'RE BRILLIANT! My canine disposal units!"

Harry's brow furrowed. Something suddenly barked from the hallway and in bounded Harry's Wild Hunt. Black furred and brindle furred dogs launched themselves at the goop and began eating it, One black and bridle pair tackled Glen and began to lick him clean. Another pair jumped around Atomica and Ronan.

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In the hallway....

Peggy Springwell missed lunch! She was sure she could blame on that hippie dippie lab partner of hers somehow. A hextreme ghoul like her needed fuel! Outside the creeperteria, she heard a noise behind her....like claws running across a hard surface. That's hexactly what it was as a black furred and brindle furred pair of pups tackled right into the creeperteria. HEXTREME PUP WRESTLING, ROUND ONE!