Chap 8: The Morning

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Before the story even starts let us appreciate my fanart..yes yes take it in..or don't idk , shit ... it may be a foreshadow... or not but you'll never know cause I'm a mysterious bitch *ghost arms waves* ooooh

You wake up in you're (soft-hard) bed. You're sleep was, well shit because you were woken at 3:40 then just are now waking up at. You force your (colour) eyes open, turning your phone down as you dull the right screen. Looking at the digital clock, it stayed it was... 10:20..

oh how you could cry.

It was a weekend so you had no damn reason to wake up that early. You rubbed your tired face, "I'll get her for that.." you mumble. You were now plotting a way to get back at your friend.
Slowly getting up you the smell of your computer burning caught your attention. Burning computer?! Rushing over you couldn't believe your eyes! You're screen was ripped off your  monitor, wires and glass covering your keyboard while small Volts  of electricity was seen jumping from broken wire to broken wire.

{cry over computer}
>cha-

who cares cry over it anyway as thats your baby! You immediately start crying hugging you're speakers closely. "M-my baaaabby!" You sobbed, "how could of this happened to you?!" You looked to you're right seeing a knocked over cup of (favorite drink).
Oh.
You forgot to put that away last night. "..sorry you will be uh...missed." You patted your speakers picking up the cup.
Never thinking you're computer would explode if anything spilt onto the keyboard. You walked out of your room only to stop, you heard someone down stairs in your kitchen.
"..."
okay don't panic, here's you're choices.

{get your bat under your bed}
Or
{fly down the st-

You flung your self from the top of your steps somehow landing on your feet unharmed.
Okay fine don't listen to me.
I don't care.
I'm not hurt.
Why didn't you let me fin-
"narrator! Shut up!" You Shouted at me And I hit my keyboard grumbling before continuing to write the next part below this.

You sat the cup down and slowly and sneakily, by that we mean you attempting to be a ninja in your own home and you failing to look cool. You looked more like a really put of shape toddler trying to do cartwheels.

But you don't make a sound at least!

Once in the kitchen, "HA!" You shouted in the cliche karate stance. Only to see no one there, but you diffidently heard someone.
Clink!
A can fell in your pantry, quick grab what ever is close to you! It might be a burglar!

Without looking you look over and grab...... a spoon.
Okay try again, you grabbed a plastic spoon.

Why would you have those in the same spot? Okay grab something else- that's a feather duster... why would you have that in your kitchen utensil drawer?!
Okay turn around slowly.
You turn to face your drawer. Good now open it. You opened it looking inside, it was filled with random comedic things.

A whoppie cushion, a rubber chicken, fake vomit, fake dog crap, sparklers, illegal Chinese fireworks, legal Chinese fireworks, magic wand with flowers, a fake saw, a magic kit, your missing dog pinky, your missing wallet, your missing car keys, your cell phone- is that-

IS THAT A THE KEY TO CITY HALL?! HOW DO YOU EVEN HAVE THAT?!

Okay how does any of this end up in that black hole of a utensils drawer?!
Okay close it.
You snicker closing the drawer, and instead grab the spatula on your stove. Slowly making your way back to your pantry.

Wait say something cool! "I-I have a-...portal gun!" You say nervously, really? That's your cool line? You could of said (insert your awesome cool line).

See?

That would of been epic!

Well turning the Corning your jaw dropped at who you saw eating a can of apple sauce. Stood in your pantry was a short blue hairs boy, in crimson ripped pants, a black sweater and blue shoes.

You dropped your spatula and he turned to you spoon still under his mask as he stared at you.
Taking the spoon from his mouth, he clasped his mask's bottom straps on. Clearing his throat, "sorry, I was hungry." That's when you fainted.

{to continue}
>chapter 9<
{to end here}
>stop reading<

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