Fandom Block Party

Dally nodded, "Nah, you're the soul of the party, Pinkie. Also, question, what's up with that tattoo of balloons you've got on your butt?" Dally asked.

"Oh." Pinkie looked at Emilie with wide eyes, processing the information. "Oh well! Heathen sounds cool though! I'm going to think it was a compliment!" She giggles joyfully. "And I think his name was Hamilton. His name sounds cool too!"

“Oh! Hamilton? Huh, I think I heard that the other day, Roman was telling Remy about it!”

Remy and Roman were two of Emile’s friends back home.

Spoiler

No, Remy is not the rat from Ratatouille- he’s a character in my fandom xD

"Nah, nah, it's Hammy," Dally replied, as the hallway got darker and darker until they could see nothing but pitch black.

“Hammy...? Huh...”

As things became entirely black, Emile began to tremble. Wait a second. He wasn’t the only thing trembling... the entire PASSAGEWAY was trembling.

"EEEE" Pinkie's mane stood up. "WHY IS IT SHAKING?"

"Holy crap, what's happening?" Dally grabbed onto Alexander - or at least what he thought was Alexander. He was cold. And hard. "Hammy..." he began to whimper, "Is that you?" The figure he was holding trembled. Dally backed away and took out his switchblade, "Don't be messin' with me, guys," He warned, backing into the wall.

“Hammy? I don’t think your Hammy’s here now~”

Emile gasped. He’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“...J-Jealousy...?”

"Jealousy?" Pinkie's head tilted.

Dally screamed as a cold, hard hand clasped over his mouth and began to drag him away. He grabbed his blade and drove it into whatever it was that was grabbing him. Immediately, the strange creature let go with a howl. "GUYS! WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!" Dally yelled, beginning to run towards Emile's voice.

“I will have you know that I’m right here,” Alexander said petulantly. “Now, who are you, and where have the children gone?”

Jealousy growled. But then he smirked when he realized that Dally had run right into one of his traps.

Emile gulped.

“Wh-What are you doing here..?”

Dally slammed into Hamilton, "Man, somethin' grabbed me back there. I don't got a good feeling about this," he whimpered, grabbing his arm.