Rushing downstairs, I went the inspect the little door to see that it was bricked up... I didn't understand. The dream I had last night felt so real but I guess it was all just in my head.
The kettle whistled irritably as I sat at the small wooden table in the kitchen, awaiting my breakfast.
"It was incredibly real, Patton!" I continued with my story "Only you weren't really you, you were my other brother!!"
"Buttons for eyes, huh?" Patton smirked "Roman, you only dreamed you ate all that chicken!"
Patton let out a mini giggle just as Logan plodded into the room, grabbing himself some porridge.
"Take your multi-vitamin at least!" Patton said as he sipped his coffee.
"You were in the dream too, Logan!" I pointed out "you had wild-looking pyjamas and orange monkey slippers!"
Logan let out a laugh.
"Orange? My monkey slippers are blue!" He joked "psst! Can you get me some of that magic mud you were talking about? Because I have a serious case of writer's rash on my a-"
Ahem!
Patton gave the don't-you-dare-say-that-word look.
"If the real Logan Prince wants his pages edited, he better wrap them up ASAP..." Patton sneered "Roman, why don't you go visit downstairs?"
Dropping the spoon from my hand, I realised what Patton wanted me to do... socialise.
"I'm bet those actresses would love to hear your dream!"
"You mean the actors Picani and Remy? But you said they're dingbats!!" I protested.
He gave my that cliché "ha! I win!" sibling face.
Leaving the house in my casual attire, a stack of ghastly-smelling packages sitting next to our front door. All were addressed to the neighbour upstairs. Remus. I wasn't really excited to talk to him as Patton said he crazy, drunken man who had a stupid ambition.
Clambering up the rickety staircase, I took a glance at how high it was, and I've never been a fan of heights... or falling for that matter.
Knocking firmly on the door, I observed the mould surrounding the wooden frame.
"Hello? I think our mail got mixed up!"
I beckoned to him with no response. Why do I never get an answer back when I talk to people? Am I really that annoying to talk to? Nah! Besides, this guy has never even met me.
"Should I leave it outside or-?"
I pressed my head against the door to see if I could hear anyone home when the door swung open, causing me to fall inside... it was incredibly dark... I couldn't see a thing when-
"SECRET!!" A voice behind me bellowed "Famous jumping mouse circus not ready... little boy!"
Remus was clearly an odd one. That's for sure!!
"Circus?" I questioned "Oh uh... I uhh brought this for you?" I gestured the packages towards him. He snatched them up and snorted up the smell like it was cocaine or something. I feel violated and I don't even know why...
"Mmmm new cheese samples!!" He muttered "Very clever using this mix-up to sneak my home and peek at mooshkas!!" Remus leant in close to my face and I could smell rotten beetroot. I wanted to throw up.
"Mooshkas?" I said, gagging slightly.
"THE MICE!!"
"Oh sorry.... I'm Roman Prince.."
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Buttons (A Sanders Sides Story)
Misteri / ThrillerA 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...
