I've Arrived

Turn it off!

     Time skip to next day - Morning

             An alarm blasts throughout the room, stirring Egon and Vin into wakefulness. 

                Egon rolls and sits up, a smile creeping on his face even though he's barely awake.  He feels calm, pleasant, good.  His Dad broke free of the routine that held him prisoner. Vin isn't some entity of his troubled mind.  His stomach has healed to only a mild ache. 
Things are looking up.  Think I'll play some music while I'm get ready for school.
Searching around on his phone he finds an upbeat song and turns the volume up.

              Vin shoots up in terror as soon as the first beats play.   He bolts under the bed while shouting,
"Duck and Cover!!"

              "What?"
Egon is dumbfounded by the stricken weasel.   Until he is staring at Giblet rising up from the floor.  The fluffball is levitating toward the ceiling. 

               In seconds, Goblet switches gears from a slow rise to a manic high speed projectile.  He ricocheted off the walls, ceiling, floor, bed.. Egon isn't able to follow Giblet's path, it's far too chaotic and potentially within the speed of light. 

                Egon defensively covers his face with his arms.  It's a futile act, Giblet collides into his left shoulder. 
"Oof!!" 
How does something made of soft fluff cause an impact that feels like a bowling ball?!  Shit that hurts!

                 Vin's head emerges from under the bed. 
"Turn the music off!! Turn it off!!"

                 Forgetting exactly where he dropped his phone on the bed, Egon grabs blindly around, his hands in a frenzy.  His fingers make contact with his phone.  With one tap the music ceases.

                  Giblet also halts his unhinged momentum.  Gently floats downward, like a feather.  Landing lightly on the floor in the middle of the room.   His methodical rolling and humming soon commences.  Looking none worse for wear after smacking and bouncing off of nearly everything in the room.

                  Egon clutches at his sore shoulder.  "What the hell was that!?"

                  Slinking out from underneath the bed, Vin looks at the boy sheepishly.
"I told you he gets animated when he hears music."

                 "You could have been more specific.  Maybe mention the fact that playing music isn't a good idea.  That was fucking dangerous."  Egon is irked.

                 " I'm really sorry, I knew what he would do and to get out of his way.  I didn't know how intense he would be.  That was the first time I've seen his reaction in close quarters.  Out in the open he blasts off into the distance.   I lose sight of him.  Then he comes back at top speed like a boomerang.  Please don't be mad." 

                 Egon sighs, rubbing his shoulder.  His stern gaze softens.
"I'm not mad.  That did sting, but, I'll be fine.  Thankfully my Dad is already at work, I don't know how I'd explain any of that commotion to him.  Let's start this day over on a different foot while I get ready for school, yeah?"

                 "I like my feet just as they are."