The Chaotic House: The Locket Disaster

Ravi's UFO

Brenson grinned as he gripped the controls of Ravi's UFO, his fingers dancing over the console with practiced ease. "Alright, you freaks," he barked, his voice carrying an air of authority. "Here's the plan: we take Ravi's vessel, free Ravion, separate Ravi from the ink monster, lock that slimy bastard of an entity away, and boom-problem solved. Then we can all go back to our normal lives." His grin widened, smug and a little too confident, as he punched a series of buttons. The UFO hummed to life, its outer lights pulsing like a heartbeat.

Chester sat stiffly beside him, his fur bristling with unease as he fiddled nervously with a lever. "Why do we have to take Ravi's UFO?" he whined, shooting Brenson a sharp glare. "This feels insanely wrong! Ravi wouldn't be okay with this-I'm not okay with this!"

Brenson rolled his eyes and shrugged dismissively. "Because, Chester," he said with a snicker, "this is a hell of a lot faster than driving. You wanna spend hours on the road in a busted car, or zip through the sky in style?" He gestured dramatically to the glowing console, laughing under his breath. "Don't be so dramatic. It's just a UFO."

From the back of the ship, Hayden gasped, his eyes as wide as saucers. "This is so cool!" he exclaimed, bouncing on one of Ravi's bean bags. "I didn't know Ravi had all this awesome furniture."

Brenson's laughter faltered, his smugness fading for a brief moment. His gaze caught on a framed picture tucked near the control panel. It was an old selfie of him and Ravi, taken long before everything had spiraled out of control. Before things got... complicated. His hand twitched toward it, and, in a quiet moment of hesitation, he flipped the frame face down before anyone could notice.

Popee sprawled out across the shiny floor, humming contentedly as he stretched. "Who knew spaceship floors could be this comfy?" he mused, wiggling his fingers against the reflective surface.

Moxxie loomed over the console, his golden eyes scanning the endless array of buttons. "I wonder what these do," he murmured to himself, his hand inching closer to the nearest switch.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Chester snapped, his voice sharp as he batted Moxxie's hand away. "You are not pressing any buttons. Not after last time. Do you remember what you did to the toaster? I do, and I'm still traumatized." His ears flattened, his tone laced with exasperation.

"Relax," Moxxie grumbled, crossing his arms. "It's just a UFO."

Meanwhile, CC and Bendy leaned against the far wall, observing the chaos from a distance. "Huh," CC muttered, narrowing his eyes at Brenson. "Does it seem to you like Brenson's... not being Brenson-ish?"

Bendy shrugged, sipping loudly from a juice box he'd found stashed in one of the UFO's drawers. "Dunno. Maybe he's had a change of heart," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

CC shot him an incredulous glare. "Are you serious? This is the same guy who tried to blow our brains out last week. You think he's just decided to be nice now?"

Bendy raised an eyebrow and smirked. "What? It's not that weird. Remember when you said Moxxie had probably changed? And look at him now-still pressing random buttons like a maniac."

"Not the same thing, Bendy," CC groaned, shaking his head.

On the other side of the UFO, Hayden and Colton were chatting when they noticed Bunnicula curled up in a shadowed corner, clutching a photo in his paws.

"Coltie," Hayden said softly, nudging his friend. "I think Bunnicula's Ravi-sick again."

Colton raised an eyebrow, confused. "Ravi-sick? What the heck does that even mean?"

Hayden sighed dramatically, crossing his arms. "You know, like homesick but for Ravi. Every time Bunnicula misses Ravi too much, he sits in a corner and gets all mopey. CC made up the term 'Ravi-sick' after the tenth time it happened."