Oh my twitchy witchy bro
I think you are so nice
I give you bowls of porridge
And I give you bowls of ice
Cream!!
Logan sang the same song every time he served us dinner. The sky had darkened and the rain was still chucking it down. With head in hand, I glared at my meal and it was putrid.
"Why don't you ever cook, Patton?"
"Roman," Patton started "we've been through this before. Logan cooks, I clean and you stay out of the way!"
No offence to Logan, but his cooking skills need some serious improvement.
Patton gave me a look of sympathy. "I swear, I'll go food shopping as soon as we finish the catalog..." he puffed. "Try some of the chard; you need a vegetable."
The chard was a swamp-like green and incredibly chunky.
"It looks more like slime to me!!"
"Well it's slime or bedtime, Fusspot." Logan sighed "Now what's it gonna be?"
I glanced at my inanimate imposter, which was sitting horizontal to me, and asked it "Think they're trying to poison me?" And I nodded it's head, making myself giggle slightly. I sighed and decided that I'll skip dinner that night.
Laying in bed with my red flannel pyjamas, I rested my head amongst my tender pillow with the doll in hand. Propping the little me on the chair next to my bed, I pulled out my infected hand in front of me. It was a lot worse. Scratching it softly, I picked up a picture with two of my old friends from Pontiac...
Don't forget about me, guys... okay?
Placing the photo back, I realised how exhausted I was from today and quickly drifted off to sleep..
Squeak... Squeak squeak....
The sound of jittering mice awakened me from my slumber and I jolted up from my bed. Peeking below, I saw it. A beautiful white mouse hopping around, taking off, out of my room.
Now any normal child would've just stayed in bed or get their parents, but who am I kidding? I'm not normal!
I rushed after the mouse, swinging my dressing gown on as I did so. Jumping down the staircase and skipping through the living room, I thought I had him cornered as I saw him squash through a crack in the small, bricked-up door.
Swinging the door open swiftly, I noticed that it wasn't so "bricked-up" anymore...
As far as I could see, there was a long tunnel, illuminated by a fluorescent purple. This was the adventure I was looking for...
Not thinking twice, I hopped inside the colourful passage and pondered at what could be on the other side.
Opening the door at the opposite end of the tunnel, I found out that nothing had changed... at least that's what I thought. Everything seemed similar yet... better. The boy from the other painting had a miserable frown plastered on his face, looking down gutted that his ice-cream was on the floor but now, a wide grin stretched across his face with three scoops of ice-cream in hand.
Gazing at the uncanny resemblance of my other home made me block out the humming coming from the kitchen and the luscious smell of roast chicken. The sound of the humming sounded very familiar...
I peeked through the sliding doors to see Patton cooking, what smelled like, a delicious dinner.
"Patton?" I called out "what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
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Buttons (A Sanders Sides Story)
Misterio / SuspensoA Coraline au The real world was too boring for Roman. He wanted a change but his older siblings, Patton and Logan, were constantly working and trying to make enough money to support them. While wondering around their new apartment, Roman discovers...
