King Of Yokai [Main Erma AU]

Long Day

As Elliot and his friends enter the bus, he looks over to see Emiko, Erma's mother, hand Erma her lunch before she got on the bus. Elliot closes his eyes, remembering all the times with Emiko in the past timelines. He notices Erma's presence as she sat next to him. "Heya, Erma. That your mom?" He asks, His lazy smile spreading on his face. Erma nods. "She seems like a really nice person." He adds, looking back out the window. Erma agrees with Elliot.

After the long school day ended, Elliot was in his house, starting to consider missing school days here and there. He got a call from Amy. "Amy? She doesn't usually call..." Elliot says concerned, before putting back his normal face and answers the phone. "Yellow?" He answers. "Elliot, I need your help. How fast can you get to my house?" Amy asks, frantic and worried. He warps to Amy's front door and knocks. "Wh-who is it?" Amy asks. "Kitty." He answers. "Kitty...who?" Amy asks, legitimately confused. "Kitty gonna let me in~?" Elliot answers flirtingly. A few seconds pass, and the door opens with Amy standing there with a small blush, but her eyes were looking irritated at Elliot. "Just get in here!" She yanks Elliot by the hood of his jacket, to which he gave no resistance to, and let himself get dragged in.

"My cat is stuck on the ceiling light cover, and I need your guys' help!" She shouts. "Your guys'? You have other people helping you already, and you called me for this?" Elliot questions Amy. She blushes a bit more, but quickly looks away. "I-I thought that I could use the extra help, is all!" She responds. Elliot gives off a suspicious look, but shrugs. "Sure, so who else is here?" Elliot brings up. She perks back up. "Oh, Erma and Terry!" She says.

They make it into the living room, where the cat was on the light cover on the ceiling. Erma and Terry were already waiting in the living room. Amy calls out to her cat. "Sprinkles! come down here, please!" Despite Amy's pleads, the cat was too scared to get down. "How did she even get up there?" Elliot asks Amy. "Don't ask me, I don't know!" She snaps back. "How are we gonna get her down?" She then asks to the group. "We can throw something at her." Terry suggests. "Don't even think about it Terry!" Amy yells. "Yeah, we wouldn't wanna turn this into a CATastrophe." Elliot jokes. Terry and Erma laugh. "This isn't the time for jokes!" Amy says, getting frustrated.

"But seriously, we're not tall enough to get her down." Terry argues. "That doesn't mean immediately try to kill her!" Amy retorts. I roll my eyes as I see these two argue more. I look up to see Erma crawled onto the ceiling, and put the cat in her mouth. "Well, that's one way to do it." Elliot says, pointing to Erma as she crawls down the wall. Amy and Terry look to Erma as she spits the cat out of her mouth. "Sprinkles!" Amy hugs her cat, that's covered in Erma's Saliva. "You guys take the fun out of everything." Terry says, crossing his arms. Elliot shrugged. "Least I didn't have to lift a finger. Or at least that's all I really did." The others chuckled.

Meanwhile, Sam's POV

It was late, and I was staying up, continuing on writing on my new book. But I wasn't in focus, my mind kept thinking about that Elliot kid. Like some sort of familiarity I have with him. "Scare me, and you can forget about going to the toy store tomorrow." I say, knowing my daughter is behind me. She shyly vanishes into the walls. I roll my eyes. That girl is soo much trouble, but she's the world to me. Speaking of the other person who means the world to me, my wife steps in. "You coming to bed soon?" She asks me. "Yes, I'm finished for the night..." I say, before realizing I barely got a paragraph in. 

"You sure about that? Cause it looks like something's distracting you." She responds, seeing my reaction to my barely typed page on the computer. I sigh, and rub my eyes. "Do you know that kid, Elliot?" I ask her. "Hmm, Yes, but I never really interacted with him yet. Why?" She ponders. "Does it feel like...you know him somehow? Like some weird distant memory that you can't ever seem to recall?" I ask her. She thinks. "Well, the name Elliot does feel familiar, but no, nothing else of that nature." She responds. I nod. "Well, I guess it's just my mind playing tricks on me." I tell her. "I think I'm just tired, and need some sleep." I continue. She giggles. "Well, let's go to sleep, then." She and I went to bed that night.