The Attack of Tyson's Dirty Laundry!!!!

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Chapter One: The Warning

Tyson was sitting inside watching TV, unaware of the person sneaking up behind him. Grandpa crept toward the distracted Tyson and raised his wooden stick thingy, ready to strike. The stick came down in a flash and there was a loud smashing of pottery. One of Grandpa's favorite flowerpots had just been smashed by the stick; Tyson had bent down at the last moment.

"AHHHHH!!! MY FAVORITE POT!!! …. Why do I even bother anymore?" Grandpa cried over his pot.

"Huh? Grandpa? Why are you on the floor crying?" the very dense Tyson asked.

"V_V forget it…" Grandpa looked around Tyson's room. Clothes that hadn't been washed in months were strewn about the room. Plates with the remnants of a meal littered the floor. An all together it was very disorganized. "Tyson, this…. this room… is just… FILTHY!! You need to clean this place right now!"

Tyson seemed to ignore his grandfather. "Argh, I missed my favorite show -.-" He sighs and sees his grandpa with a big vein in his head. "Wha's'matter?"

"You need to clean your room, if you don't… um… they will get you!" Grandpa spoke in a misty and spooky voice, apparently trying to scare Tyson into cleaning his room.

"Who's they?" Tyson didn't seem to get what his grandpa was implying.

"They will come, and they will punish you for not cleaning your room." He made his voice as scary as he could.

"O.O t-the th-they?!?" Tyson starts to freak out when something dings in the kitchen. "Hold that thought Grandpa, my hot pockets are finished!" Tyson runs to the kitchen, forgetting about being scared.

Grandpa sighed with an anime sweat. "He'll regret this tonight."

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Later that night, Tyson was sleeping in his dump-of-a-room. Grandpa peeked in. "A sewer rat could live in this room and be the happiest thing on Earth. Oh well… better get some sleep now. We'll see if Tyson is still in one piece in the morning." Grandpa laughs evilly (A/N: O.O).

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Tyson awoke when a loud crack broke the silence of the night. He sat upright and glanced nervously around the room. Nothing moved nor made a sound. The only thing visible was the alarm clock glowing in green numbers: 2:05 am. Something on the floor twitched. Tyson peered into the darkness until his eyes adjusted to the dark. It was his school T-shirt crawling across the floor!!!! O.O "I KNEW THAT THING WAS POSSESSED!!!!" Tyson ran for the door but something grabbed his ankles. Clothing from all over the room was inching toward him and grabbing at him. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Well, that's it for this chappie! If you like it review! If you're gonna send me a flame, don't bother cuz I'll erase it. ^_^