"Haz...Anyway Mr...Panda. You don't look familiar...Might I ask where you're from? If you're a RHG, I don't think this is the place for you since this is the "Writer's Lounge" after all. But I guess I'll ask a mod if it is possible. So...see ya later guys." And then Lucario took his googles and left the room, in search of a moderator.
#Conclusion: Ask a mod (AKA: Camila) if she can make a chat thread for RHGs.

When Light stepped inside, Light's color went back to normal and JP is now controlling his body back. JP pulled his foot back to the floor that is away from the portal. He thought of something about checking the wRHG world, although he never existed in the stickpage world.

He jumped away searching and seeing the dimension of wRHG!

Dark said inside "This is fairly exciting".

"Don't you think this is kinda dangerous to break the rules?" Light asked inside.

"Breaking one rule won't hurt right?" JP replied.

"Lets go and bug all the people with fear..." Dark's mood changed.

"Hey Dark, who is that slim tall guy without a face anyway? Why did you teleported him there?" Light asked again.

Dark smiled...



Meanwhile...

That person was named Slenderman, he starts to stalk Lucario.



#waiting...

Zero realized that Chance had gotten distracted by Krystal thus no fat beats were being dropped within the room. Zero took this opportunity to get the room a bit more lively again; hoping chance wouldn't mind he set up his Dj table and proceeded to rock dem beats!

The ghost seeing how nobody was going to help him escape the body searched everywhere in order to get somebody say Taru Barrekt Nicto, he finally found a simulation on the computer in which changes whatever you say into somebody else. The man quickly said Taru Barrekt Nicto in the mic and changed it to sound like somebody else, then moved back to the apartment and played the record. In an instant the ghost shot out of the body of the man and the CIA man continued his lovely vacation (sitting and slowly becoming a couch potato).

The ghost returned to the wRHG building and saw the little robot, he remembered everything on the spot. The ghost connected to a nearby radio (a while back he brought a shit ton of stuff inside the building, he also installed a massive super computer to replace the crappy one)

"SHZZK Hello, I had fun as a SHZZK human and I still feel a bit dizzy but at the same had a SSSSHZZZK time." (Shzzk= radio static, this is one really old radio)

Chance chuckled as his foot started tapping to the beat of the music. Ensiron was surprisingly a good DJ.
"Keep it going mate! You're doing great! Pick track 7 next!" He yelled over the music.

Zero changed the track at Chance's request, what came out of the speakers was some old folk music. Definitely not suitable for a party. He changed tracks again, this time to the right one, and the beats continued to drop!

"HAHA! That was awkward!"

"Okay maybe it wasn't track 7..." Chance chuckled. "This is certainly better!"
Chance laughed aloud before standing up to dance. He twirled in place, his shirt flying open as he spun. A smile spread across his face as the music poured through the room. Chance continued to dance happily, not caring as people stared.

Zero watch as Chance cut loose and assumed that he needed to as well. He left the table playing alone and busted some moves on the dance floor with Chance. It's been some time since he's had so much fun before.

"Agent Carson was wrong, this wRHG might not be such a bad place after all!" Zero thought to himself as he danced like there was no tomorrow.

"There ya go mate!" Chance laughed. Chance swung Zero around and continued to dance. The music made him feel euphoric in a way, as if tension was leaving his body. Chance grabbed a free glass of beer from a nearby table and gulped it down. He let out a loud yell before going back to dancing, laughing all the while.
"This is so much fun!"

Zero took off his jacket and hung it over an empty chair. He went back over to the turntable to make sure the tracks were on track for a good set. With the music secure he returned to the dance floor swung Chance around playfully; the playlist popped into his head as he locked eyes with him.

"Do you know how to swing?"

"Of course! Who doesn't know how to be a swinger?" Chance chuckled, twirling in place.
"Any favorite dances? I'm a fan of the Jitterbug!" The current music sounded like it was almost done, so Chance grabbed another beer and promptly downed it, his cheeks starting to become slightly rosey.

"I find the scorpion to be a ton of fun!"

Zero spoke excitedly as he also took a drink. Alcohol didn't affect him as strongly as it did humans; he felt the effects yet it would take way above average to inebriate him. With the music winding down he looked around to see all the other characters watching and carrying on conversations of their own.

"There's room for more than two on the dance floor, join us in some fun ya'll!"

Zero's attention returned to the dance floor. He noticed Chance was moving in a bit more of a "freed" manner than before and as the swing song started Zero grabbed him by the hand.

"Show me your moves!"

#I have far too much captain falcon in my life right now. My friends like getting destroyed in brawl and he's my second best character! YES! xD

"I say we try a little Lindy Hop!" Chance chuckled over the music. He grabbed Ensiron and swung him around, tap-dancing to the beat of the music. Spin after spin, he spun his partner in circles, keeping in pace with the music.

Chance was beginning to see double, but this only made him more excited to dance. The feeling was rather euphoric for Chance, seeing as he hadn't danced like this in years.

# For those who do not know what the Lindy Hop is, here is an example: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBdAuXr4ssQ

Zero followed Chance's lead, enjoying this dance in a near euphoric state. He hadn't been whisked away in a dance since he partied with Alexander the great. That's who Chance reminded him of in both his physique and mannerisms.

"You do have some moves! I'm impressed." Zero said while they swung around to the beat.