Creepy Toast
"Psst. Hey, Luka. Wake up."
Luka grumbled and sat up. "What is it?" she whispered, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
It was Miku. "There's something weird in the kitchen."
"There's always something weird in the kitchen," Luka retorted. "If we didn't have people who hoarded food, there wouldn't be anything weird in the kitchen."
Miku rolled her eyes. "You're just as guilty," she muttered. "Your tuna fish stinks up the whole freezer."
Luka chose to ignore that statement. "Okay, what's weird in the kitchen?"
Miku leaned in closer, eyes wide. "Toast," she breathed.
Luka almost laughed out loud. "Toast?" she scoffed. "I'm not worried about any toast!"
"You'll be worried about this one," Miku replied, a note of fear creeping into her voice. "It has eyes. And it looks really angry. Really angry."
"Angry toast?"
"It's by your cell phone," Miku added. "I'm really scared. It looks creepy. I'm just going to hide in my room until it's gone." And she was gone before Luka could ask any more.
Luka heaved a deep sigh. "I'd better go check out the creepy toast," she told herself, climbing out of bed.
She put on a robe over her pajamas and crept out of her room and down the hall. She went through the dining room, seated for many, and into the kitchen.
The pure darkness of the kitchen frightened her at first. The moon was shining at the other end of the house, revealing only shadows in the window.
Luka shuddered. Even if it's just a piece of toast, this is creepy.
Her slippers scuffed on the linoleum; the sound seemed to echo in the dark house. Is the power out? she wondered with a glance at the stove. The display was completely blank, without even a flashing 12 o'clock. This is really creepy.
Luka…
Luka started, blinking in the dark. Did someone call my name?
Luka…
"It's my imagination," she said aloud. "There's my cell phone."
The pink phone rested silently on a table. Luka's eyes traveled the surface and saw an ice-cream cone.
"That's ice cream," she muttered. "Not toast."
As the last word left her mouth, two red flecks flashed in the darkness.
"What—?" Luka gasped.
A thin beam of moonlight pierced the curtains and cast a crack of light over the table. Momentarily blinded, she squinted until her eyes adjusted—then took several paces back to hide behind a jutting corner.
"Oh my gosh," she whispered. "Creepy toast. With eyes. Miku was right…!"
There, on a plate in the moonlight, was a small piece of toast that seemed to be from the heel of the loaf. Two beady red eyes stared at Luka beneath a lowered brow. A scar split what could be called the toast's forehead. A protruding bottom jaw allowed for a sharp tooth to be seen.
"That's creepy," Luka breathed, goosebumps prickling her cheeks. "Gosh. No wonder Miku was scared. But it's just toast," she continued, her tone hardening. "Why am I scared of a piece of dumb toast?"
The toast growled and glared angrily at Luka as she leaned out of the corner. As she tiptoed closer, its brow furrowed until it resembled "Big Al." The moonlight faded slightly, casting a shadow over the toast's eyes. Creepy.
Suddenly the toast's expression changed completely. Its eyes widened as it saw Luka. Then its scar wrinkled slightly as if an eyebrow had been raised. Its grotesque mouth didn't look so threatening as it widened into a crooked smile.
"Hey, babe," it said. Its voice was hoarse yet masculine. "What's shakin'?"
Is this toast checking me out?
"You," she retorted. "What are you doing in this house? Did you touch my phone? And what's with the ice cream?"
"Oh, I did not touch your phone," it purred. "How could I? Do I have hands?"
"No," Luka admitted.
"And, as for the ice cream, a certain blue-haired man is responsible for that."
"Kaito," Luka confirmed.
"Oh, is that his name?" it continued smoothly. "No matter. And the green-haired girl…I assume that was Miku? Her hair was far too long for her to be—what's her name? Ah, Gumi."
"What do you want with me?" Luka snapped.
The toast's brow furrowed in a mask of worry. Its eyes glistened, and a pout made its lip tremble. "Luka, what do you have against evil talking toast? Why don't you eat me if you don't like me that much? I'm perfectly tasty!"
"There's a catch, isn't there?" Luka countered.
"Well, yes," the toast admitted. "And I'll steal your soul!" It grinned evilly. "What could you possibly do, my dear, dear, Luka?"
Luka glared hostilely at the toast. It stared back, its face a mask of deceitful pleasure.
She scoffed and stalked off. "See you in the morning," she spat over her shoulder.
"See you in the morning," it purred.
LOL, this was actually fun to write. It kind of freaked me out too. HOW WILL LUKA CONQUER THE EVIL TALKING TOAST THAT STEALS SOULS?