Miscellaneous Things

Nightmares in Blunderland

"Oof! What the heck?" A questioned as he rubbed his head from the direct fall. "Geez, how annoying. If only B was here, I'd have a good excuse to not look at this atrocity."

The 'atrocity' was the surroundings - hyper neon colours, clashing patterns, random black doors, the floors in tattered fabrics, the amount of screens displaying videos of failures and the overly indecisive sky on what it's colour was meant to be - as A stood up. He dusted off the amount of insects that surrounded him in the ensuing fall.

"Huh. Did C really have to send me to this place?" A complained as he threw the insects off and opened up one of the black doors. "Great. Now C owes me double f-"

A pile of fish tackled A down upon the door's opening as water poured out desperately. A popped out of the pile and spat out the fish that had infiltrated in. He moved out of the fish pile as he rolled his eyes.

"That's definitely triple," A declared as he navigated his surroundings. "Just wait till I find you, C. You'll feel my wrath for that!"

He sighed as he recalled the events that led up to this situation: the ugly morning; the stupid greeting cards from D; his house being wrecked; the disgusting breakfast; spotting C. A grumbled as he kicked the rocks in his path. Was it so bad to try and get what he was owed?

The sky twinkled. The birds chirped. A had woken up that day in a bad mood. He rolled off his bed and banged his head. "Ow!"

He scowled as he got up to look out the window of his room. The sky had never looked more pallid and sickly. He then looked to his neighbourhood - the simple houses, the little shops, the sheer emptiness of it and the hollow silence - and it was perfect.

It was perfect, until A was bombarded with a shower of greeting cards through his window. He coughed heavily as he crawled out of the piles of greeting cards. A picked one up and opened it up.

"Good morning, neighbour! Today's a great day! B told me that you needed company, so I sent these cards in advance of my arrival. Hope you're feeling better, A!"

A could picture the voice of D very clearly; the high-pitched and honeyed voice that D ever so loved to speak in. A grumbled as he wondered where he'd even place these amount of cards. They're definitely going to the attic again.

Slowly, he pulled up the piles of cards up to the door of his attic. It may be a tight squeeze. A hesitantly unlocked the door and out bursted the rivers of greeting cards. His house exploded.

"Oh, dagnabbit!"

His house was flooded to no relief whilst the cards poured out into the neighbourhood and danced about endlessly. A ended up eating the cards as he attempted to remove himself from the oceans of greeting cards. He spluttered as he laid on the road in his pajamas. A coughed up bits of card paper as he stood up and turned to look at the neighbourhood.

"A! You're okay!" B said in relief as he dashed up to hug A. "You don't need to see E right now, right?  Oh and our poor neighbourhood!"

"What the heck are those cards made out of?" A questioned as B stopped hugging him. "And did you just get off work?"

"Work was cancelled."

"Right. My bad," A sighed.

"Don't worry. I'm sure F could fix all this," B reassured as he placed his coat on A.

"Isn't F a mechanic?" A asked.

"She fixes anything," B replied.

"No. I can't fix that. Especially not without my bloody tools," F interjected in her work clothes as she showed up from somewhere. "We may have to call G for this, though he must be busy praying in his church."