The Chaotic House

That's It!

The next day, Ravi strolled into the living room, drawn by the usual chaos that always seemed to be happening. As he passed Moxxie and CC, he couldn't help but overhear their bickering, and something made him stop in his tracks.

Moxxie stood in the hallway, arms crossed and an irritated look on his face. "What the hell? You guys turned my room into a storage closet? How original," he grumbled, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

CC, already halfway into the room to grab some of his things, glanced back over his shoulder. "Well, we didn't think you were coming back, Moxx," CC shot back with a mischievous smirk. His arms were loaded with random belongings-boxes, books, and who-knows-what-else. "What'd you expect? Besides, there's still space in there, so I don't even know why you're complaining." CC's voice was light and teasing, as if this were all some hilarious joke.

Ravi, curious, poked his head into the room and blinked, eyes wide. "Woah, since when did we have this room?" he muttered, his gaze darting around the space filled with stacked boxes, random furniture, and piles of clutter that clearly hadn't been touched in ages.

CC, now juggling more items than seemed physically possible, turned back to Ravi with a grin. "Oh, we've had this room since... well, since he left," CC said with a casual nod toward Moxxie, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.

Moxxie's jaw practically hit the floor. "WHAT?! So you were planning this from the moment I first joined?!" His voice was a mix of disbelief and indignation, his eyes narrowing at CC in suspicion.

CC, whistling innocently, pointed in Chester's direction as if throwing him under the bus. "Blame me!? It wasn't all my idea! Maybe just a little," Chester admitted with a playful shrug. "But I wasn't planning on it since you joined!"

Moxxie threw his arms up, his tail twitching in frustration. "Sure, sure! But what about my posters, my furniture, my stuff? It's all gone! This is an absolute crime!" His eyes narrowed as he jabbed a finger toward the now cluttered storage room, clearly agitated.

Ravi glanced over with a casual shrug. "Look, everything's in there somewhere. If you wanna keep whining about it, the couch is wide open," he quipped, not bothering to hide his amusement.

Moxxie groaned dramatically, folding his arms. "Fine, but you guys better give me a real room if we ever decide to rebuild this dump!" He pouted, his frustration turning into a bit of sulking.

Chester, who had been tapping his foot thoughtfully, suddenly smirked. "Actually, that's not the worst idea," he mused, rubbing his chin. "We could expand this place into something bigger. Like a mansion, maybe? Give everyone the space they need."

Colton, who had been awkwardly trying to make his centaur frame comfortable in the cramped living room, chuckled. "A mansion? Now that sounds like a plan. This place ain't exactly built for my kind," he added with a sheepish grin, shifting his weight to fit better between the furniture.

Ravi's antennae began to twitch with excitement, his eyes practically sparkling. "Oh, yes! Moxxie, that's actually brilliant! We could really use more space. I can already picture it-our own custom-designed mansion!" His voice bubbled with enthusiasm, the thought already taking shape in his mind.

Chester nodded in agreement, a spark of inspiration lighting up his expression. "Alright, it's settled then. I'll be in the lab with Ravi and Bunnicula working out the details. Everyone, if you've got ideas, we're open for suggestions-submit them by next week," he declared confidently, already heading toward his lab, humming a tune.

The rest of the group cheered, the room buzzing with energy as they all began talking over each other, throwing out ideas for how they could redesign the place.

Moxxie, still feeling a little left out, quickly rushed up to Chester, blocking his path. "Wait, wait, I was the one who came up with the idea in the first place! You can't just leave me out of the planning. Let me help!" He pleaded, looking almost desperate for a role in the excitement.

Chester rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Come on, man. You only suggested it because you don't have a room. And let's be real, your planning skills? Not exactly your strong suit. I mean, look at how you 'planned' to lose our trust," Chester shot back, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before he walked past Moxxie with Bunnicula and Ravi following close behind.

Moxxie turned to Ravi with hopeful eyes. "Ravs, you know I'm great at planning! Back me up here!" he called out, his voice a mix of frustration and desperation.

Ravi paused, glancing back at him for a moment before sighing, his voice soft but firm. "Sorry, dude. It's for the best. You need to focus on planning how you're going to regain our trust first." He gave Moxxie a sympathetic look before walking off with the others, leaving Moxxie standing there, deflated but determined.

Moxxie clenched his fists, frustration tightening his muscles, but slowly loosened his grip as he let out a long, heavy exhale. "Who am I kidding... it'll take me decades to earn their trust back," he muttered, dragging his feet toward what was now his makeshift "room."

He paused at the doorway, his gaze sweeping over the trinkets and treasures that filled the space. Each item was a memory-things they had brought back from their countless adventures. His fingers traced the edges of an old artifact, its surface worn and smooth. He sighed, shaking his head. "They all look so happy... I wonder why," he whispered to himself, his voice tinged with a bittersweet longing.

Then, his eyes landed on a framed group photo hanging on the wall, taken just before everything went wrong-the day he made that deal. Moxxie slowly lifted it from its place, cradling it in his hands. His eyes lingered on the smiling faces in the picture, his own smile from a time that felt like a lifetime ago. "If only I could... I don't know... go back in time? Everything would be different. Better." His voice cracked, and a single tear escaped, rolling down his cheek.

But then, something clicked. His eyes widened as the realization hit him. "Wait... that's it!" he exclaimed, a spark of hope igniting in his chest. "I can go back in time. I can stop myself from making that deal! How could I forget? Time travel is actually a thing here!" Moxxie's heart raced with excitement, his previous despair melting away. "Oh, thank god I'm not stuck in the human realm," he muttered with a triumphant grin, already mentally mapping out his plan.

Without wasting another second, Moxxie darted toward the shelves, rifling through Chester's odd contraptions and inventions. He remembered the device-Chester's invention that could travel through time with just the flick of a button. "Time travel from your pocket," Chester had called it, a name that once sounded ridiculous but now felt like his last hope.

Moxxie's hands moved frantically, tossing aside gadgets and gizmos until his fingers brushed against something familiar. "Yes!" he whispered to himself, pulling out a small, sleek device that looked like an innocent pocket watch. His heart pounded in his chest as he turned it over in his hand, a grin spreading across his face. This was it-his second chance.

All he needed now was the courage to face his past.