A/N: So yeah. It's been like forever, huh. Sorry about that, I'm kind of the Superwoman of Procrastination. xD But here it is, finally. Hope you like it, I guess.

Btw I know that's not how you spell "immaculate…" I spelt it with two c's because… BECAUSE IT WAS COOL, SINCE YOU KNOW, "MACC" CLAN AND EVERYTHING, SO I THOUGHT ImMACCulate Evil WOULD SOUND COOL, AND…

Yeah, pree clever, right? B)

Note: Aishiteru is Japanese for "I love you." Blame google if it's wrong. :p

Disclaimer: I don't own Apple's iPods, Facebook, Pokemon, or anything else I happen to mention in this story.

Falling Into the Trap - Part One

The Pokemon Master (Deeandra/D.D)

"Go! Amy-mon!" The Pokemon Master yelled, throwing a MACC-ball.

"AaaaMMMYYY!" The Moving Christmas Tree exclaimed in a fit of rage.

"Go! Laura-mon!" To Di For gritted her teeth, and threw her MACC-ball.

"Laura, Laura…" The Little Uncorrupted Elf murmured.

To Di For and The Pokemon Master have sent out their MACC-mon!

"Amy-mon! Use ULTRA-DYNAMIC-FATAL-BLOW!"

"AAAAMMMYYYYYY!"

It's super effective! Laura-mon has fainted!

To Di For's last MACC-mon fainted! To Di For blacked out!

The Pokemon Master awoke abruptly, snapping out of her dreams.

"THAT… WAS… A TOTALLY AWESOME DREAMMMM!" she shouted into the silence. "Wait… why ain't the sun up yet?"

She glanced at the clock. "2:00 AM? Argh, I need to go back to sleep."

With that, her head met the pillow once again. She tried to fall back to sleep, but she found that she just couldn't. So she decided to sing a little.

"POKEMON! GOTTA CATCH EM' ALLLLLL!" she sang the Pokemon theme song with passion, and she eventually stood atop her bed amidst the darkness.

She started jumping, and sang loudly. She was surprised that her parents hadn't heard her yet.

She sang the last verse in the song, and then felt a drowsy spell come over here. Her head met the pillow, and she crawled under the covers.

She fell asleep with surprising ease, and supposed that that was the end of her mini rock concert.

Meanwhile…

The Tech Guy (Aleyzee/Alex Z)

"Haha, take that, fucking CAMPER!" The Tech Guy yelled at the flashing TV screen. Shotgun noises rang out through the empty room.

There was the barely audible noise of buttons being pressed, slightly contrasting the loud shouts of exploding grenades.

"Alex! Stop being so loud! IT'S 2 AM IN THE MORNING! YOU'RE GOING TO WAKE UP THE NEGHBOURS!"

"Yeah whatever, Mom! Just blew up something, and it's FREAKING AWESOME!"

"Keep it down! Everyone is SLEEPING! Otherwise, NO ELECTRONICS FOR A MONTH!"

Silence filled the house. The Tech Guy did NOT want to risk losing everything for a MONTH.

This computer, this iPod, this controller, and this Expert's DJ Remix Set was his life. He instantly shut everything off and threw himself onto the bed.

Surprisingly, he fell asleep with ease.

Well, what would you expect? After getting high on the usual dose of candy, his sugar rush had dispersed immediately.

Loud snores and grunts filled the room.

No, no wait, scratch that.

Loud snores and grunts filled the HOUSE.

The ENTIRE, house.

Meanwhile…

The Chinese Artist (Sophia)

"Aishiteru! (I love you!)"

"Oh… Shigure-kun…"

"Sophia! DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO GO TO SLEEP EARLIER AT 8:00PM?! I THINK I SPECIFICALLY SAID THAT! IT'S ALREADY 2 AM!" a loud voice bellowed, snaking it's way underneath the closed bedroom door and reaching The Chinese Artist's headphone covered ears.

The Chinese Artist's eyes widened as she heard her mother's tone of voice.

"She's mad… Wasn't I using headphones though?" The Chinese Artist asked herself nervously as she examined her laptop. "Oh. That explains it." She facepalmed, staring down at the loose cord. "I forgot to plug it in…."

"SOPHIAAA!" The usually calm, tea sipping mother was yelling at the top of her lungs.

"EEEEEKK!" The Chinese Artist shrieked as she shut the laptop closed and pulled her headphones off.

She threw herself onto the bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. Not a sound emitted from the house.

Sighing in relief, The Chinese Artist's thoughts drifted to the anime she had been previously watching just a few minutes ago.

She then contemplated what she would watch tomorrow, then the day after that, then the day after that, and then the… day af…ter…

The Chinese Artist slid into the warm hands of sleep, otaku-like thoughts soothing her along the way.

Meanwhile…

The Pessimistic Stalker (Bonnie)

"Hm… Who's this guy?"

A certain glasses clad Pessimistic Stalker leaned in towards the bright laptop screen.

"Let's seeeeee… born in 1979… married… 3 kids…" The fervent sound of fast key strokes filled the room.

"Ahhhh, he's a doctor too… Facebook is an AMAZING stalking tool!" The Pessimistic Stalker cried out happily to no one in particular. She reached for a glass of orange juice sitting on her wooden desk.

Clang!

"…Crap." The orange contents of the cup were spread out across the desk. A small portion was dripping off of the desk and onto the floor.

"Better get some napkins…" The Pessimistic Stalker rose to her feet and opened the door. She walked down the hall and into the kitchen, grabbing several Bounty paper towels.

The brown haired girl retraced her steps back down the hallway. She walked into her room-

"WH-WHOA!" The Pessimistic Stalker stumbled back, the napkins flying out of her hand. Before her was a woman with distorted black hair wearing a white nightgown.

"B-Bonnie…" a quiet voice emitted from the woman's mouth.

"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY N-NAME?!" The Pessimistic Stalker called out, scared.

"I am…"

"Y-yes…?"

"I am…"

"…?"

"I am… your mother."

The Pessimistic Stalker then proceeded to facepalm. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"Oh… it's just you. You really freaked me out, Mother."

"I heard you go to the kitchen. I thought you were sleeping."

"Oh, sorry Mother. I was just going to clean up this mess…"

"Ah, I see. Let me help you. Then you should get to… sleep. Ok?"

"Yes, Mother."

The two of them both grabbed a paper towel and proceeded to clean up the mess on The Pessimistic Stalker's desk and wooden floor.

The mess was soon cleaned up, and The Pessimistic Stalker's mom stood up to take the damp napkins to the garbage.

Before doing so, she tucked The Pessimistic Stalker into bed, and kissed her on the head.

"Good night."

"Good night, Mother."

She walked out of the room slowly, and turned off the lights. She then shut the door closed, the only light being the one shining underneath the door.

Soon that too was extinguished, and The Pessimistic Stalker was left in complete darkness.

The Pessimistic Stalker had intended to get up again and stalk more people.

Unfortunately, sleep was the predator, and she was the prey.

Slumber devoured her whole.

Meanwhile… (lol wtf is up with all of these "meanwhiles.")

The One in the Wrong (Michael)

"Das right baby, SHAKE DAT THANGGG!" The One in the Wrong exclaimed excitedly as he gazed at the computer screen longingly. God, if only he knew gorgeous hotties like that in real life…

He supposed these videos would satisfy him FOR NOW.

He was longing for the sensation and touch that was displayed in these vids. The One in the Wrong didn't want to just WATCH it happen, he wanted to FEEL it happen too.

Well, his time would come.

The One in the Wrong heard a loud beeping noise overlap the sounds of his videos.

What the hell…?

He sighed and paused the videos, then clicked the next tab. Damnit… he'd left his Facebook online.

His eyes trailed over to the small chat box in the bottom right corner. Someone had messaged him.

"Hey faggot."

Oh, it was just Brandon. He decided to reply.

"I was just about to go to sleep, you bastard."

"Seriously, Michael? Whatever, guess I'll see your ugly face on Monday then."

What a great best friend.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm too tired to be all wiseass right now. Talk to you later."

"Sweet dreams lil' baby."

"I'm not THAT short asshole… whatever. G'night."

He logged out and looked at the clock nonchalantly. 2:00 am? Wow, it was still pretty early…Whatever. He felt tired, so he might as well just go to bed now.

Yawning, he turned off the computer and dragged himself into his bed. He flicked off the bedside lamp, and fell asleep.

Meanwhile…

The Moving Christmas Tree (Amy)

IAmdaBossYoudaSlaves: JUS' ROUND THE CORNER, TEAM WE CAN DO THIS. I'LL BRING UP THE BACK, LET'S TAKE THESE ORCS DOWN.

* A portal has been opened *

Latizu: the portals open! we can make it we can make it!

SitckyzNotezPlz: oh crap, beat up these damn goblins first… S'OK, WE GOT 2 MINS LEFT.

Latizu: OK NOW THAT THAT'S DONE, TO THE PORTALLL!

IAmdaBossYoudaSlaves: 30 SECS TILL COLLAPSE GUYS.

StickyzNotezPlz: OMG WE CAN C THE PORTAL.

Latizu: Wait… WAIT. WHY IS THE GATE CLOSED?

IAmdaBossYoudaSlaves: SkyOozora…?

TheSkyOozora: I'M SRRY, I FORGOT TO HIT THE SWITCH.

Latizu: SKY, THAT WAS YOUR ONLY JOB.

TheSkyOozora: I KNO IM SORRY IM SORRY.

IAmdaBossYoudaSlaves: GR8, NOW WE GOTTA DO IT ALL OVER.

StickyzNotezPlz: NICE GOIN SKY.

TheSkyOozora: ITS NOT MY FAULT, AN ORC DISTRACTED ME.

StickyzNotezPlz: tch ye right.

TheSkyOozora: :(

IAmdaBossYoudaSlaves: so i guess we better jus head back ot town, right?

IAmdaBossYoudaSlaves: *to

Latizu: Sorry guys, you're going to have to redo the dungeon without me. I'm kinda feeling tired, gonna go to bed.

TheSkyOozora: Oh, ok… bye Lati.

StickyzNotezPlz: bye bye latizu.

IAmdaBossYoudaSlaves: see ya round lati. let's party again, same time tomorrow.

Latizu: kk guys. bye.

* Latizu has left the party *

The Moving Christmas Tree closed her laptop lid with a sigh. She hadn't even gotten that rare armor at the end of the dungeon…

She would've played more, but she felt something was off. She didn't usually play for that long without her mom disturbing her.

She glanced at the clock. TWO A.M IN THE MORNING? THAT WAS IMPOSSIBLE! HER MOM WOULD NEVER ALLOW HER TO STAY UP THAT LATE!

And yet for some reason, her mother HAD allowed it. What was the occasion?

Oh right… Richard.

The Moving Christmas Tree's little brother had been crying for the past few hours.

The reason? Well, he had lost his favorite teddy bear. She supposed her mother and father had been spending three hours looking for it in order to calm Richard down…

No wonder she no longer heard his screams. They had probably found the beloved brown fur ball by now.

It's not like the crying had gotten on her nerves anyways… she had been too wrapped up in her games to notice it.

She crawled up the staircase towards Richard's room. That's where they probably were right now.

She peeked inside the crack in Richard's door to find the small boy fast asleep. She pushed the door open a little wider and slowly tiptoed into the room.

"Hey Mom," she whispered.

"Get ready for bed," her mother whispered back.

"I've got a question though."

"What is it?"

"When can I get a 3DS?"

"HONESTLY? ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING ME A QUESTION LIKE THAT AT THIS TI-"

Richard stirred.

Everyone held their breaths.

Silence.

…

Richard turned over and continued to snore lightly.

Everyone sighed in relief.

"Amy, just go to bed. Your mother and I can't be bothered to deal with this right now," her father hissed at her.

The Moving Christmas Tree sighed inwardly before exiting the room and entering her own across the hall.

She flopped onto the bed and shut her eyes.

I hope I dream about my game… was her last thought before she drifted to sleep.

A/N: And there you have it. The next two chapters are going to be somewhat like this, until eventually everyone who I'm including in this story falls asleep. Rather tedious if you ask me, but it has to be done. :\ * shrug *

The first couple of chapters are going to be comedy, and comedy alone. After that, we get to the juicy horror. ;)

Well, until next time!

Ciao.