Living with Homicidal Maniacs - I mean friends

do not touch the COOKIES

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Nooooooooo..." I mutter, before crawling further into my blanket hideaway. My attempts to fall back asleep were quickly ruined by the covers flying off me.

"Peachy, get up!" Slime calls to me. "You're the one who says you get up at 5am."

"I dooooooo..." I whinge, "But I'm really tiiiired today..."

I attempt to pull the covers back over myself, but Slime holds onto them tight.

"I warned you. Luna, come in here!"

"Ahh! I'm up, I'm up!" I say, scrambling out of the bed. Last time this happened, Luna pummelled me with pillows. As she put it: 'Using anything else could result in death.'

Luna sulks, noticing I'm out of my bed, and goes back into her room to put away her pillow. I sigh, placing my hand over my chest, and turn to Slime, who was trying her hardest not to laugh at my suffering.

"Where's Dorian?" I ask, glaring slightly at her, upset my sleep was interrupted.

"Downstairs." She says, not phased by my attempt at intimidation. "I think she's cooking something."

"Well it's better her than Luna – she'd probably burn the house down." I say, giggling slightly. Slime starts giggling too, but we both immediately stop when we hear the voice of doom.

"I can hear you Peachy!" Luna yells, loudly stomping over towards me, a large grin on her face.

"Ahhh! No, have mercy!" I yell, sprinting out of my room.

"Ruthless killers don't have mercy!" She yells in return, sprinting after me.

"Noooooooo!!!!" I protest, stumbling down the stairs in an attempt to get away from her, squealing louder when instead of stumbling, Luna just straight JUMPS down the flight of stairs.

I run into the kitchen, trying to find Dorian to protect me. I instead bump into her, and we both fall on the floor.

A loud crash can be heard.

"Dorian! I need your help, Luna is chasing me and..." I trail off, noticing what had fallen on the floor.

Freshly cooked chocolate chip cookies.

"... Shit." I mutter. "Gotta go!"

I get up and jump through the window to get as far away from Dorian as possible. Her chocolate chip cookies were no joke.

As Dorian and Luna spend the rest of the day chasing me, Slime smiles in glee eating the few cookies that safely landed on the metal tray, before throwing the evidence away and washing the tray.

Later they would notice the cookie crumbs on the kitchen counter, but that's another story.

Hey guys! I'm back, same day! These skits are only a page long, so... yeah, easy to make lol.

For some reason my Wattpad is acting incredibly glitchy today and I can't see any views on my story, and I think my other stories are the same, with the view count not increasing... Does anyone have any idea what's going on?

Even with these weird happenings, I'll do my best to keep posting!

Thanks everyone!

But for now...

Peachy out! 😊