In which Rose uses a lot of gifs in protest of Mercy and Laura's lack of gifs and introduces Danny the goth elf who bakes cookies in trees.

Well, it's Thursday.  I'm pretty freaking excited to write this story, but I might screw it up because I'm in a really trippy mood, so I apologize in advance.

Jesse turned to Becky, opening his mouth to say something, when suddenly...

...two hands came out of nowhere and grabbed Jesse's neck. 

Jesse screamed. 

 Becky turned around so fast she felt dizzy.

And saw....

That the person seemingly trying to kill Jesse...

Was...

...Becky and Jesse's other best friend Danny.

Danny was an elf. Not this kind of elf.

Danny was the kind of elf that baked cookies in trees.

Kind of. His family owned a bakery on the edge of The Enchanted Forest. So Danny was technically the kind of elf that baked cookies near trees. 

Danny was the 11th born of 21 children. He was smack dab in the middle. His family was a happy bunch was who always smiling. They didn't laugh, they chortled. And sang and danced and never frowned.

Danny wasn't that kind of elf. He was rebellious. He was a goth. (Or a punk. Which word do the kiddo's use these days?) He didn't always smile, sometimes he smirked. And, if you can believe it, he even kind of understood sarcasm. Kind of. Somewhat. Not really. Danny, wasn't really a goth. He wanted to be but he was more like a bad Peter Pan punk edit. He tried a little bit too hard. In an endearing kind of way. Most of his family just chortled off his "rebellion" because it really was kind of pathetic. Most of his attempts to "stick it to the man" went unnoticed. His one and only noticeable rebellion was having everyone call him Danny. Because his birth name, Dandy, wasn't punk rock enough.

Danny let go of Jesse's neck and was bent over chortling for a solid minute, while pushed air back into his lungs.

Danny's laughter was infectious. Becky started giggling. 

And even Jesse couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Hey Jess, how are ya feelin'?" Danny asked with a giggle.

"You're the worst." Jesse said.

"I know." Said Danny turning his attention to Becky. "Becky Orlando O'Donnell." (Okay so I know how Laura said Becky's dad's last name was McGunnigal, but she never specifically said that that was Becky's last name and it's really important to me that she has these initials, because I think it's really funny and I'm really tired. So just go with me on this. I'll come up with a back story for why she has a different last name than her dad later on, okay?)

"How are you today?"

"I'm just dandy, Dandy." Said Becky. Danny playfully shoved Becky for the use of his real name.

"So, are we going to do this, or what?" Said Danny. The mood suddenly went from zero to sixty in less that two seconds. The three friends began their somber walk to the graveyard in silence.

The silence continued through the large Gothic gates of the Salem Township Graveyard, and down the rows and rows of graves. Becky couldn't help but squirm when she thought of all the bodies decaying just 6 feet below her feet. All the people. All the stories. All below her, slowly turning to dust. Becky was allergic to dust. So it was strange to think that one day she would be nothing but a pile of the hateful stuff that made her sneeze.

Jesse stopped somewhat abruptly causing Becky to walk right into him, and  fall over. 

"Are you okay?" Jesse asked helping her up.

"Oh I'm just fine. Thanks for asking." Said a voice from behind Danny making them all jump...

So this kind of sucked...Grace I trust you to salvage this story tomorrow.

Gurl please. -Rose.