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Chapter 4: And Mornings Too

Once again, I had woke up to the sound of my phone ringing for me to wake up. I groan and lazily push the button for it to shut up. Well...I think I pressed it like seven times before it actually shuts up. Unlike last night, I woke up to the bright sun beaming down from by window. I stretched on my bed and take a few more minutes to actually wake up. My (h/c)locks tossed around my head from my comfortable slumber.

With all my effort, I get up from my bed and give another sad stretch as I stand. I look over seeing Chuck, who was fast asleep on the food of my bed which was really cute...poor thing was abused by Boxer and Socks over the years. It deserves to have a comfy spot for a while. I grab my school uniform from my backpack and some other. Though something from the corner of my eye on one of the boxes. A small piece of light pink and white decorated cake sat on a place on one of the boxes that were stacked in the corner of my room. The cake was decorated in strawberries and fluffy icing. A small smile went on my face. How sweet of Socks. But...wait when did he come into my room? Well...the thought counted, but if Socks felt free to go in my room, I don't even want to think about Boxer going into my room.

I would take a few bites of the cake, the sweet cream and berry taste filling my mouth. I can see why Socks enjoyed the cake so much. But it seems like Socks just liked sweets. As I eat some more bites of the cake, for breakfast mind you, I see that there is a door is next to my room. Well, that could lead to anywhere...I slowly go to open it, peeking through it, it let to a small little walk-in-closet, on the other side, there was a little bathroom that looked as empty as my room...well that's helpful.

After a shower and some sprucing up, I gt dress and headed downstairs. Maybe today I could look for a job or something to get out of here? About have way down the mass of stairs, a loud grumble from outside shook the walls of the old church. An earthquake? Great, just my luck! Though as it got louder, the brightest light flashed and illuminated the outside of the church before it all stopped. I blinked in shock and questioning as looking outside one of the stain glass windows, the skies appeared to be clear and pretty. What the fuck was going on around here? Before I took to take one more step down the steps, a glowing hole opened up under my feet! I tried to run out, but I fell threw! Shit! This place really was falling apart! A scream left my mouth as I had no choice but to fall through!

My screaming stopped when I fell on top of something soft and bouncy! I look down to see a red velvet church underneath me. Oh, thank God. They should really get that fixed! I looked up to examine the broken hole, though when I looked up, all I saw was the roof of the church, still wide-eye from the fall. Don't get me wrong it still had holes in it, but nothing more than tiny ones were only rain and water could get through. How'd I get in the nave of the church?

"Do you have to be so fucking loud this early in the morning?" A monotoned voice sighed. Socks tightened his grasped a half skeleton cat plushie, playing with its long purple tail that hung from its body. How old was he again? Socks looked tired and fed up already, and it was just morning.
"It's too early for this shit I wanna go back to bed." he yawned in his purple striped nightgown. What happened to the friendly goth who dropped off the cake this morning?
Before I could get a better look, I felt a pair of arms snake around me and pull me ag

ainst an equally warm body. "I'm sure I could get you to scream in a different way (Y/N)-" A tired but sultry voice cooed in my ear from the blonde one. Though he only had a sheet to cover him and it didn't cover much!

"AND A GOOD MORNING TO YOU TWO HOE AS ANGELS...And (Y/N)." A woman's loud voice boomed through the empty halls of the church.

The priestess glaring down at us from the church podium with her arms crossed. Both of the 'hoe angels' glared up at her as if to tell her to shut the fuck up. Socks would sigh and rest his head in his probed up hand. "Let me guess," he would straighten up his voice and cover his mouth.