We started our first collab story! YEAH! *blows streamer* Well, we don't own Assassin's Creed, Xbox, Forrest Gump, Little Rascals, Barbara Streisand or that small reference to the Ring 2. Yeah.

Pandia: We no own. You no sue.

_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_ (Eris POV)

Bee-beep! Bee-beep! Bee-beep! Bee-beep!

I internally groaned.

"Why? Why must it be Monday?"

Bee-beep! Bee-beep! Bee-beep! Bee-beep!

Reaching over blindly from my bottom bunk I slammed my hand upon the poor unsuspecting alarm clock.

Bee-beep! Bee-be-

"Finally! Perfect silence!" I said enjoying the semi-darkness in the room. I was, as a matter of fact, afraid of the dark, and even with the nightlight my friend got installed in the room, you couldn't really tell. In my opinion, the room was still too dark. In her opinion, a fourteen-year-old shouldn't be petrified of the idea of sleeping in a completely dark room.

Sadly, mom agreed with her.

Speaking of said friend, a groaning was heard from above on the top bunk. For a moment, I thought my worst fear had come true and a zombie had broken in, lured by the darkness.

"Curse you zombie!"

I heard the sound of something moving up there and cautiously approached with a foam sword my sister had left from yesterday and prodded the figure. Shrinking back I waited.

No movement.

I reached to prod it again, but the foam sword was yanked out of my hand and used to ungraciously whack me upon the head. A head popped that looked suspiciously like Pandia, my best friend.

"What're you doin'?" she asked, clearly still half-asleep. I hopped down from the bed and turned on the light, wincing as the room brightened. I rolled my eyes. "It's time to get up!" I yelled and shook the bunk bed for good measure. She groaned and wrapped the covers around herself. "Go feed the dogs." I went to the garage to do just that.

A couple of hours later I was sitting down in my grandfather's car arguing with Pandia, again.

"Opossum is spelled with an O at the beginning! I mean it!" I argued.

"It starts with a P!" she yelled back.

"O!"

"P!"

"O!"

"P!"

"Look it up in the dictionary!"

"Fine! I will!"

I smiled triumphantly as she opened it to the correct page and the look on her face went dark. Suddenly that dark look turned into a smirk. I don't like it when she smirks.

"It starts with a P!"

My jaw dropped, disbelieving what I was hearing. I opened my pocket dictionary, and sure enough, there it was under the O section spelled Opossum.

"But look at-"

"Starts with a P."

"But-"

"P!"

I frowned at her.

"YOU ARE THE MOST INCORRIGABLE DOGMATIC PERSON I HAVE EVER HAD THE MISFORTUNE TO MEET!" I yelled.

"Hey you used vocabulary words!" she exclaimed.

This resulted in a face-palm. Ah, yes I was most familiar with this particular maneuver, for you see, Pandia had a problem. She was so stubborn that even when she knew she was wrong, she would keep on arguing. Sometimes it was funny, like yesterday with the acclaimed "Pudding Cup Incident". Sometimes it was irritating.

For instance right now.

The car stopped and I hugged my Papa goodbye as we left, walking into that horrible metaphorical prison with my crazy, stubborn, green-eyed, brunette best friend.

This particular Monday was going to be interesting.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* this means Pandia (me) is typing this part of the story/chapter.

I hate Mondays.

We have all eight of our classes and they each last about forty-five minutes. That's not the part that bothers me. I my classes are all over the school and even in different buildings. That's beside the point though.

High school is a prison, but unlike most I enjoy school except for geometry and a few other subjects, but some things can change your mind.

It started as a regular day, same old boring biology, and then geometry. Nothing fun really happens in geometry. We listen to the teacher (who is also the coach of the basket ball team), and then we get a boring handout on what we just learned.

Then I realized something so wonderfully important I had to smack myself for not remembering. Today is the day that Assassin's Creed Revelations comes out!

"Eris….Eris….Eris…." she ignored me. I poked her in her side in a way what some people makes them feel like there being painfully tickled.

"What!" she whispered in a very angry tone.

"Assassin's Creed Revelations comes out today!"

I glanced over at her from without moving my head an inch. Then she glanced at me. This continued for about five minutes or so.

"Do we have to?" I asked.

"Yes!" Eris said.

"But I don't wanna start from the beginning!"

"We Have to do it in order so we understand everything!"

"No."

"Oh well I'm doing it anyways"

Eris ran over to the X-box and quickly put in the first Assassin's Creed game. I glared at her in a way that shows I'm annoyed. Only she would understand it though.

I walked over to where she was standing and gave the X-box a little kick. Not nothing that should seriously do any damage. I guess I'm wrong though.

I guess the X-box decided that it was time to grow the emotions, because where the digital green color on the X-box symbol is, it had now developed into the deadly red ring of death. I swear, at that moment I imagined the devil with eyes like that symbol.

The box started shaking violently. We backed away slowly, in case the thing was a bomb, although I don't see why we did it slowly.

Next thing you know a whole bunch of giant pink octopus tentacle thingies pop out of the television screen. Now if that isn't one of the scariest things you'll see I don't know what is. I looked over at Eris and she looked over at me and she and I (though I'll never admit to it), well, we screamed like six-year-olds near a killer clown. We ran as fast as we could to our room and closed the door.

"Quick!" she yelled. "What's the number for 9-1-1?"

I shrugged. "How should I know?"

We laughed for a moment with the Little Rascals reference before I got quiet.

"Now, let's get serious!"

She was already typing on the phone when we hear a roar from the other room.

"Hurry up and call the police, Eris!" I screamed in her ear.

She winced. "I'm trying! I'm TRYING! Hold your horses!"

Officer Barbara Streisand was sitting at her desk the front office of the police station. It had been a slow night at the station and you can only have so much coffee before the stuff wears off. She was half-asleep when the emergency hotline began ringing.

"9-1-1! What's your emergency?"

There was screaming and a lot of slamming the other end. A person was breathing heavy on the other.

"He-HEY! We're being attacked by giant tentacles from my best friend's TV! Is there any way you can come over here and help us?"

In the background there was screaming and something that sounded a lot like cursing and, "Pandia get your BUTT over here! I DON'T want to be eaten by a giant tentacle thingy!"

Silence then, "How am I supposed to grab you OUT of a tentacle? It has your ankle!"

More screaming. "JUST DO SOMETHING!"

I rolled my eyes. Clearly these girls thought they were hil-ar-i-ous.

"Hey kid, you do know that it is against the law to make a prank call to a police station?"

"Wha-what? This ISN'T a prank call!"

"Kid, I'm hanging up and I'm gonna pretend you just didn't call me."

"But-"

I slammed the phone down and went back to reading the news.

_-*-_~*~*~_-*-_*~*~*_-*-_ (Pandia and Eris typing, Eris POV)

Well Pandia was failing epically to GET ME DOWN! Currently I was being hoisted into the air by a grotesque pink tentacle and am now being slammed. On. The. Ground.

I hate tentacles.

Did I also mention I hate pink?

Well, I do.

Being dragged across the carpet towards a staticy TV isn't my number one way to go. I've seen way to many horror movies to actually enjoy that idea. As I was dragged I noticed that a tentacle grabbed Pandia by the knee.

"Keep your tentacles to yourself, Fatty!" she screeched.

I watched as somehow it decided right now she was more of a threat. Not that I felt insulted. Pandia is a no-touchy person and gets cranky when I hug her so I don't really blame it. Really.

Okay, so I felt a little insulted.

Anyway, it dragged me through and my butt hurt like someone shot it! I now feel sympathy for Forrest Gump. I groaned and rolled over on the dirt, moondough, whatever we had landed in. I heard a voice to my left.

"It smells really good here! Is it too much to hope we landed in a pile of flower petals?"