Max couldn't stop running. The beyblader felt his body aching and pleading him to take a break from the extreme exercise.

But he couldn't.

His mind overpowered all other senses and urged him to continue on. The journey was dark but the path to the light of the tunnel drew nearer. Max ignored all other distractions and focused on the road ahead. He dodged the canes trying to hit him while running past the animated, dancing vegetables. After he crossed the hallway of laughing masks, Max reached the lighted room he had been transfixed by. The area was empty except for a single spotlighted coffin at the center of the room.

Without a moment of hesitation, Max unlatched the bolt and opened the casket. His eyes grew wide and a gasp was released from his mouth. The truth stood before him.

Finally.

Max awoke from his dream to have the ungodly sight of Tyson's face staring directly at him.

"MOTHEREF-"

The blond boy refrained from swearing so he could start breathing again. Tyson had been hovering over him with great intensity and proximity.

"Any closer and I can count your bacteria!" Max exclaimed. "How long have you been watching me sleep?"

"10 minutes." Tyson answered calmly. "And don't flatter yourself thinking I was counting your breaths. I'm not creepy like Edward." The navy haired teen grabbed and threw Max's blankets away from him adding, "It looked like you were having a nightmare."

"Nothing will ever be as bad as the microscopic view into your nostrils." Max replied, feeling cold and empty without his comforters.

"Did you hear any screaming or howling noises last night?" Tyson asked.

"No," Max said, "My new earplugs totally block off the creepy sounds from your room."

"I didn't hear any creepy noises." The two boys turned to see Kai standing by the doors that lead to the outside garden. He was back from his daily brooding. "Hear them? You usually make them," Max muttered making his way to the bathroom.

"I'm serious guys! This isn't a joke!" Tyson cried, "I think old man Klaxton is haunting us from beyond the afterlife."

"Maybe he's calling to thank us for the great grave party," Kai suggested, "I still feel 'unclean' from being trapped in there too long."

"It's a good thing those grave robbers heard our pleas for help!" Tyson said, "By the time nightfall set in and the owls were hooting, I was ready to engrave my will in the mud."

"Those were unusually nice grave robbers—well compared to most other criminals," Kai stated, "Do you remember how they told us Klaxton helped to shut down their other business?"

"Desecrating his grave is clearly the most mature way to get revenge," Tyson joked, "Behind the V for Vendetta Guy Fawkes masks, they did seem awfully familiar."

"But they saved you."

Tyson faced Max as he came out of the bathroom and replied, "When someone else left!" The American blader had changed out of his Pikachu pajamas into another one of his regular orange attires. Tyson was still bitter at being abandoned in the grave with the scary worm.

Max merely grinned and reasoned, "Sorry! I did what I had to do to save my dad's Hobby Shop." He opened the sliding door and turned to his other teammates, "Are you guys coming or what?"

Kai and Tyson experienced a déjà vu moment of them being dragged to the Tate owned store. The incident was the same except for one major difference. Their favorite narcoleptic neko-jin was MIA. The Hobby Shop remained intact and untouched. The place was deserted with no construction workers or plans in sight. The beybladers were also happy to see an absence of pimply guys asking for orders of caramel macchiatos.

"So…is it really here to stay?" Tyson asked.

"You bet!" Rei announced smiling and fully conscious, "I just came back from clearing things up with the town officials. They said there isn't going to be any expenditures happening with the store!"

The pandemonium of noisy yelling was loud enough to be heard by the people in Australia. Tyson cheered and declared, "And it's all because of you Max!"

"Actually it's all thanks to Mr. Klaxton!" The cheering halted as the team processed the last unbelievable statement. Many Australians were relieved to not go deaf from the Bladebreakers' screaming.

"WHAT DID THAT OLD GEEZER DO?"

"It was his ashes!" Max explained and pointed to the bulging patch of ground by the side of the Hobby Shop, "I made a cremation green burial for Fred Klaxton's ashes here!"

Tyson, Kai and Rei each made a silent vow to never go near that location again.

"Now this property is Mr. Klaxton's final resting place." Max continued, unaware of the mutual team decision to order an exorcism for the Hobby's Shop, "They can't do any construction to the store at all. That would disrespectful."

Max smiled and unlocked the door to the salvaged shop. The teens entered and looked around with a newfound glory.

"Soak it in guys! We're on top of Mr. Klaxton right now!" Max said blissfully. Tyson and Rei winced as they tried to fake happy grins at the disturbing news. Kai shuddered when he understood the deeper meaning of Max's sentence.

"The old man finally did a good deed. It took 86 years and a beyblade blow of death but Mr. Klaxton finally did a good deed." Rei proclaimed and took a sip of coffee. The Olympic mental champions that were his teammates finally noticed the cause for Rei's alertness.

"Is that…Starbucks?"

"This coffee really does help me stay awake," Rei said.

"But how?" Max questioned, "If not the Hobby Shop where would there be a Starbucks?"

"It opened up on the corner of Zutto Avenue. Apparently that spot used to be some weird adult store," Rei shared, "Word on the street is that the owners also had deep vendettas against Mr. Klaxton. The store didn't have much profit and apparently only had two regular customers."

"I think I know what you're talking about!" Max realized. "My dad passed by that block a lot to go grocery shopping. He told me how he would always see the same wacky individuals wearing strange accessories: black ski masks, turbans, top hats, even veils." He turned to Tyson who looked like he was ready to erupt. "But it's no surprise they would wear costumes. They must have been really ashamed to even go to that gross store!"

"What do you mean gross?" Tyson shouted, "How old are you Max? It's an adult store not a kitty killing district. It was a business just like your Hobby Shop!"

"Don't compare my place to that nasty X rated store!" Max yelled, "I bet we made a lot more profit than them!"

"Just because they had a few customers doesn't mean the store didn't matter! Those 2 loyal people are just as important!" Tyson debated.

Max stood dumbfounded and surprised at Tyson's persistence to argue. The hat wearing teen continued to bicker and make up reasons while the blond was forced to defend his establishment.

Tired of hearing such aimless quarrelling, Rei walked away to search for the garbage can. He finally found a disposal in the back room when he spotted Kai on the store's computer. From a distance, things on a screen can be easily misunderstood or misjudged. That was the delusional justification Rei told himself when he went to throw out his empty coffee cup. Rei repeated this excuse to himself as he tried to erase the image of Kai's EBay ad saying, "HANDCUFFS CHEAP AND EASY, OWNER WILL HAGGLE AND DO MORE IF YOU'RE LUCKY =D" from his subconscious.

THE END.

Velox: I can only imagine the insane riot of fangirls who would answer Kai's EBay ad n_n And the look of disappointment on their faces when they see that the handcuffs have already been used. SEVERAL TIMES.

Thank you for reading!