Chapter five : { a little more than storage}

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ORANGES POV

ridiculousness. Best show that ever aired. My friend was on that once. He's really stupid. In te video, he tried to jump from balcony to balcony... It didn't end up well. Maybe a few Brocken ribs but oh well! wasn't me so I don't care. It was so funny. Now he's a laughing stock. After that episode aired, he stays in alleys that no one goes through. He stays hidden to get out if embarrassment. To bad. He was a nice guy.

Anyways we went upstairs to get ready for bed. That means play time for me. I am supposed to get tired out so I can sleep. It's a cat thing. Lana was looking for the cat box.

"Where did I put that box?"

She said looking around.

"Over there"

I knew she wouldn't understand but she knew because my tail was pointing to the direction of the door in the ground.

"Thanks little oj"

She calls me oj a lot.

"Welcome"

I meowed back.

She walked over to her bed to get the key. Then she walked over to the door in the ground and turned the key. She opened the door.

"The boxes....."

She said surprised

"They're all gone!"

"What?!"

I meowed in confusion

"In going on for a closer look"

"NO!"

I tried to pull her back but she picked me up and put me in the cage.

"STOP LANA! It's not safe in there!!!!!"

I spat at her

"I'm sorry oj. It's for your own good."

"STOP! *hiss *hiss"

Before I knew it, she disappeared into the door.

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LANAS POV

I felt bad for orange but I wasn't going to stop myself. No one messes with my boxes. Thing. Person. I dot know but whatever it is I am not letting it temper me. I was going to explode I was so mad. When I got it it was dark. But good thing I grabbed a flash light. I turned the switch.

"Dang it!"

Dead. Of course it was dead. As I looked around I saw a purple outline. Like a door shape. How many mazes are in this place. I walked up to touch it. It felt like goo. But my fingers went through it with ease. Could I go through it? doesn't hurt to try. I carefully brand myself through the door.

"What the heck?!"

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