This fanficiton story is being worked on by 2 authors. Me (Virawl) and my friend (Dead Dude Walking). We're sharing this account to bring you: The Middleland Chronicles! Yeah, so, if you've seen something like this before, most likely, I (Virawl) wrote something like this, but deleted it. Now I've picked up on this again, but with the help of Dude Dude Walking. Together, while alternating between chapters, we hope to bring to you, our most loyal and trustworthy fans, a decent story you'd very much enjoy!

Chapter 1

There was a certain stench in the air. The only stench a sixteen year-old's dirty laundry could produce. And it wafted everywhere, and up Gregor's nostrils. He cringed, but still carried the load down the stairs of his apartment building. As he tried to hold his breath the rest of the trip down, he wondered if he had enough change to pay for the wash. His family was back on tough times. What, with the economy crisis, and that monster bill they needed to pay for their grandmother's funeral, there was hardly enough cash to pass by every week. Their planned move away from the city was canceled. Their plans to even get away from this apartment, which they've still been living in for the past four years; canceled.

On the last flight of stairs, on the second floor, Gregor dropped a ragged T-shirt. "Great." He mumbled under his hot breath. He tried reaching down to grab it, but with the armful of laundry tucked between his hands, he couldn't reach or see it. He ended up looking stupid and blinding flailing his arms to locate it.

"Looking for this?" A familiar, yet new voice called from the other side of the mountain of clothing.

"Yeah, thanks." Gregor said, standing, hoping his new friend didn't see him struggling to find the shirt. His new friend was Scott Richmond, or his only friend to be exact. They were both loners in their school, so why not? Scott recently moved into the apartment a few weeks ago, and they were instant friends since then. He was tall, lanky, and smiled too much. His blackish-brown spiky hair was most of the time, drenched in hair jell. The sixteen year old always wore some kind of T-shirt advertising a concert that happened a few years ago, and baggy, ripped jeans.

"On your way to do laundry too?" He asked. Gregor could just see over his load of dirty clothes, and all he saw was Scott's spiky hair just sticking up over his own mountain.

"Yeah." Gregor said, beginning to finish the walk downstairs.

Once they both reached ground level, they turned right, and walked past the apartment's laundry room. Gregor continued along, while Scott turned into the room.

Scoot noticed that Gregor went by the supposed destination. "Hey, aren't you doing your laundry? It's right here."

"Uh…" Gregor stopped and stumbled. How was he going to explain to Scott that his mother supposedly banned him and his sisters from entering the laundry room because she was afraid giant animals miles beneath the city would abduct them? He would most likely sound crazy. "I…uh… my mom said the ones here are…dirty?"

"Dirty?" Scott raised one of his eyebrows skeptically. He opened the last dryer and peeked in."Looks clean to me."

"Well… it's what my mom thinks, not me. I just follow the rules around here." Uh-oh. If there was one thing Gregor should never mention around Scott, it was rules and authority. Scott was kind of… no… extremely rebellious. The reason he's a misfit at school was because he kept acting out at school. He and authority figures do not mix. The boy gets in way to many fights with his parents to count.

"Rules? Are you serious Gregor? Rules?" His voice rose.

"Uh… I just… I just got to go, okay?" Gregor stammered, appearing in the doorway to witness Scott's anger level going up.

"Fine. Sometimes, I don't get you Gregor. Sometimes, you and your family are so…so… weird!"

Gregor was not shocked at this. He was always used to people being suspicious of his family. What, with his youngest sister Boots, who goes on and on about giant cockroaches, and his dad's mysterious, incurable illness. "Yeah, sorry I'm so weird." Gregor looked away.

"Whatever." Scott spat. Sometimes, he can really rude when he's angry. He finally decided to continue along with his laundry. Stuffing the pile of dirty laundry into the washing machine, he stepped back to retrieve a quarter from his pocket. While rummaging, one fell out and rolled across the stained tile floor, to the last dryer, at the back of the room. The coin spun and wedged itself in the back of the machine. "Great." Scott muttered, lumbering towards the dryer to reach for the change.

Gregor was now worried. That dryer was the reason his mom marked the Laundry Room off limits. To be exact, what was behind the dryer.

"Argh!" Scott groaned, realizing that the quarter was too deep behind to just reach his large hands in. He pulled the large dryer out with a grunt, and peered behind, into the dust and cob webs. Bad idea. The coin was entangled in the mess. Warily, he eased his hands into the webs, hoping there were no spiders present. One more thing to know about Scott. He hated spiders. Gregor, still standing at the door couldn't help, but release a smirk at this.

The arachnaphobic looked away and tried to ignore the fact that he was wrist-deep in cobwebs that might very well house those horrific, eight-legged creatures. Just when Gregor was enjoying his friend squirm, everything went wrong. Suddenly, the metal grate of and air vent sprang open behind the dryer, clanging against the wall. A mist leaked out before Gregor or Scott could react. The misty arm wrapped around Scott and before he knew it, dragged him through the opening.

Without thinking twice of his actions, Gregor dropped the clothes pile and sprang into the hole, barely squeezing his grown body through the metal rims. Once drenched in complete darkness, he realized how stupid this was. He was going back to the Underland again!

Again, this first (And short, and crappy), chapter was written by Virawl. The next will be by Dead Dude Walking. So don't complain if it sounds different! Read and Review people!

UPDATE: Sorry for the massive delay, fans. Dead Dude is slacking on his side of the story. I shall pester him about it, and if he doesn't come up with it soon, I shall write the 2nd Chapter, okay?

UPDATE 2: So many errors... xox Excuse me for being human and making mistakes. Anyway, I gave Dead Dude a deadline to have his chapter. If it isn't up by this weekend, I'll type it. Sorry, again! Mid-terms are such a pain! :X

-Virawl