The Septic Curse

Six

"...He seriously named our house 'Jimmy'?..." 

Jackie stared at the cupboards as if they might have an answer to this terrible existence.

"Uhh... I think he was talking more about the curse thing- if it is a curse." Marvin grunted, glaring and pulling Jackie back a step, "and don't get too close... It's a bitch- OOOWWW!" The magician whined as a wooden spoon launched out of a drawer and hit him upside the head. 

"WHY?!" The magician was being abused by his house, and he couldn't just say no. "HAH! You're a fucking idiot." Jackie snorted, only for him to be hit, too. "What did I do??" 

"...Weeeell... If this curse IS from the demon... Then the answer would be that ÿ̵͎̥o̶̘͗́ű̷̟̘̆̊ ̴͙̖̮͑̉k̵̩͗͝i̷͍͌̏l̶l̶̨̗̞̋́e̸͐d̴͌ ̷̩͑s̵̽̊ͅo̵͇͊m̷͍͈̙̉̋ȩ̶̲́ǫ̸͎͆n̷̛̬̦e̷̛̯̠͛ͅ-" 

Marvin's voice suddenly changed, becoming deeper and more distorted. He jolted, not knowing what was happening. The spoon dropped to the floor and the aura of the household became a lot less playful.

The lights all over the house started flickering too fast for Marvin to even see during the light flashes. The whole house seemed to rumble angrily, roaring with the threat of an earthquake. Pots and pans were clanging, water running from all faucets, things shattering, all screens in the house blaring static and white noise, and other appliances humming to life.

"WHAT DID YOU TWO DO? WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" Chase shouted, trying to get his words across over the ruckus. The house shook, sending Chase off balance and falling to his side. "VHATEVER YOU SAID, TAKE IT VACK!" Henrik held onto the counter, trying to stay on balance. 

"I-I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID WRONG!" Marvin cried, slipping as he tried to get to Robbie. The zombie was being knocked this way and that, not having good balance to begin with. And Jameson was in the bathroom, so who knows what horrors HE was facing... But that left Robbie alone in the chaos. The others were in the kitchen or dining room, but he was in the living room. 

Robbie was holding tightly onto something, giving a gurgling whine as he held it to his chest. He gave a cry as he was knocked onto his back again but kept trying to get up. Once the zombie had gained a bit of balance, he held what he was holding high up in the air, shouting.

"FOR... YOU!" 

The noise stopped, and the 'earthquake' slowly calmed down, until there was nothing but a slow trickle of water from the kitchen sink, flipping from a trickle to a pour to a trickle again as if in question. 

In Robbie's hands was a plush toy. 

A Septiceye Sam. 

As the water finally turned off and the lights were all as bright as ever, Robbie made his way to the dining room. He set the plush down on the table gently, and then he whispered something that the other Septics couldn't hear, but the curse could process.

"Sorry... We hurt-ing you."

Slowly, the plush lifted into the air... And booped Robbie's nose. What the zombie could only take as a sign of forgiveness. 

That was the cure to the curse. 

Genuine regret. 

But the other Septic egos would have to learn that the hard way, wouldn't they?