A calico cat let out a rumbly purr as it rubbed itself around the legs of a tall Vietnamese girl tied to a chair. The aforementioned Vietnamese girl stared judgementally at the ball of floof.
"Aren't you going to help me escape?" she questioned.
"No" purred the cat.
"Ehhhhh worth a shot. Speaking of which, this would make a good hotel." Springing up from the chair with little to no resistance from the rope, the girl grinned. Time to get to work, she thought.
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Meanwhile, Cam was chewing a saltine cracker. Only the Almighty Shaggy knows where she got the cracker from, though it is likely she stole it from the pantry. Her stuffed bird Wally toppled over, straight into her bowl of cheese.
"Gosh darn these birds," she muttered darkly, fishing Wally out of the cheese.
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Maggie, on the other hand, was sleeping. She had been sleeping for over seventeen hours now; an awe-inspiring feat indeed. Unfortunately, this magnificent demonstration was to be cut short.
"I'm up, mom!" she shrieked, bolting upright. It took her a few moments to realize that she was, in fact, not in her dingy old apartment. Maggie breathed a sigh of relief, only to be interrupted by Cam once more.
"I HEAR A MONSTER IN THE BASEMENT" the redhead shrieked. "COME WITH ME"
Maggie, being the horror movie protagonist she was, followed Cam. The two tiptoed to the basement door and opened it cautiously. Cam gasped in surprise; the room had been completely renovated!
Old-fashioned light bulbs illuminated pillowy blankets and quilts with a dull golden hue. The rustic barrels of wine had been moved to the area underneath the stairs, well-placed candles showcasing a table set with fancy cutlery.
"Welcome to the Mootel!" a tall Vietnamese girl smiled. "You will look forward to a wonderful stay here."
"I think we'll pass-"
"You will look forward to a wonderful stay here."
The basement door clicked shut. Cam and Maggie were left alone in their new place of residency.
YOU ARE READING
The Tale of Two Crackheads
HumorTwo girls with crackhead tendencies; one looking for love, and the other searching for a cottagecore valley to live in, preferably with tall grass, lots of flowers, and a stone house with vines growing on the roof and a garden full of fruit. Oh, and...
