Eerie silence possessed the pitch black void I found myself in, unable to move an inch. The silence however, was quick to vanish when muffled voices entered my ears.
“I do not see any point in continuing this. Utterly ridiculous and a waste of time-”
“Dude, chill. We’ll see how she progresses later on.”
“Well then. You lot are clearly not the ones watching them dip cucumbers in peanut butter to put on their faces.”
“In my defence, I was busy-”
“-Procrastinating, yeah, of course.”
“Pfft, y’all are such kids, unlike the obviously mature me- ah, looks like her subconscious is peering in.”
“Who- oh. Great. I told you that we needed to strengthen our Fourth Walls!”
“Shh, shut ya traps man, and you…”
Dark red eyes blinked open and stared straight at me, causing white pixels to appear and cloud my vision with movements similar to that of static on a television screen.
“Wake up.”
Guess who - or what -woke us up at nine in the morning?
Fluffy!
I had never really thought of waking up to the ripping sound of my thousand-dollar sofa equipped with all sorts of massage functions and the hysteric cries of terror coming from my friends as a pleasant alarm, but hey, whatever gets your blood pumping and your nerves immediately working!
Besides, shouldn’t we all be grateful that we are still alive today, rather than mushed up together in a dog’s gullet?
I lazily stretched my back and stood up to go to the kitchen as sprinting footsteps resounded in the hallway right outside the door. Passing by a dishevelled house plant, I shook my head in pity.
Well, the doctor did say that it was going to die soon, but it was such a good average plant. I sighed, deep in thought.
Shrieks and cries became a figurative orchestra in that instant, I hummed a few notes as I tried my best not to shed a tear at the disaster of a living room. My lace curtains were horrendously torn (not even stylized enough for me to use for Halloween! Although, I guess my face would be enough. Anyone would run home crying to their parents about how they all want to look like me!), the TV turned strangely upside down and the coffee table had somehow flown from one end of the room to the other. Everything was a complete mess, but it simply could not completely be Fluffy’s fault, since my relatives would not even dare to send me a poorly trained one, not to mention that Fluffy obviously adored me, much like everyone else!
From the corner of my teary eye, I spotted Chaeyoung having a face-off with our prized (and only living) pet, Fluffy McDuff. Her long hair was a complete rat’s nest and her eyes were solely trained on Fluffy’s narrowed ruby ones. He was completely tensed, body muscles all locked in place and ready to pounce at the mere sight of an opening.
Turning away, I decided that I would take care of the damages later, when this fresh set of pain went away. Also, my parched throat desperately needed a drink.
“What-” I yawned and opened my eyes to find a terrified Nayeon crouching behind the kitchen counter, “-did I miss?”
“Oh wow; congratulations,” Nayeon pretended to look through papers that appeared out of thin air, smiling brightly at me. “You nearly missed our funeral! Good thing you woke up just in time to watch our demise!”
“How did that,” I pointed at the duo while taking a milk bottle out from the fridge, “even happen?”
“I would rather not recount the tragedy,” Her face turned dark, “but it started with… a bone.”
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Ms Wrong
Mizah"Please read 'ms right' by @xcl_diy before reading this, but remember to brace your eyes first!" KEEP IN MIND: this is just a parody, hope you can take some salty jokes lmao Sometimes, don't you feel an urge to see what really goes on behind the sce...
