Author's Note:
Heya! Welcome to Christmas in the Houses! I am proud to present mah very first Christmas Special as an author on , Quotev, Wattpad or wherever the heck I'm posting this thing! I give you Amazing Adventure 8! And guess what, Crisper?
Crisper: What?
Me: WE'RE in this one, too!
Crisper: (gasps and fangirls out of his seat)
Me: Alright, Crisper! Hit it! Hit it with the Christmas Spirit!
Crisper: Okay! (hits it, but with the CHRISTMAS SPIRIT!)
Twas a beautiful night of happiness and rest. Twas the night before Christmas, and this was the best.
But none were as happy as a hybrid cat. A young girl named Ocelott, and that was that.
"Such very expectations." The little girl grinned as she stared at her room filled with candles to the brim.
On every square inch of carpet stood a waxy, tall candle like she knew it should.
Taking blue flint and steel which she'd kindly… borrowed, she knew she'd go down in history by tomorrow.
It was going to be the world's largest candle-light service. She'd hold it in her bedroom, she'd thought, encouraged.
Holding enchanted lighter to the sky, she swore by her heart, but hoped not to die.
"To In Excelsis Deo!" She cheered, and lighting the candles, her room disappeared.
The last thing she saw was a shiny blue light, that ate away the wood in her house that night.
It was all she could do to just scream and holler. She knew she had failed, you could bet your bottom dollar.
She rushed down the stairs, ignoring the chimney, into LonelyWhistler's room, where he lay sleeping… slimly…?
"Wake up! Wake up! The house is burning down! I screamed through the window, I screamed through the town. I'm speaking in rhyme, and I don't make sense. But the meter restricts us to sentences dense!"
Sitting up straight and blinking his eyes, Lonely looked at her, and she started to cry.
With no time to lose, he grabbed her and ran. But he wouldn't depart without his whole fam.
Grabbing Cookie and cookies and other light snacks, they fled from the fire as it twinkled and snapped.
Outside in the snow with a tremble and shiver, the other boy spoke, but he started to quiver.
"We've nowhere to stay on this cold winter's night." Cookie said with a sniffle, and he was quite right.
Their house was aglow with the fiery haze. Twas the biggest mess Ocelott made in all her days.
The house crackled and creaked, it was all looking bleak. Until Ocelott remembered something she knew all week.
"I know a place we can stay for a time. We'll be off of the streets and away from the mime! We'll stay at my boyfriend's. His name is Gill. He'll let us sleep there. I just know he will!"
The men knew she was right. And with nowhere to go, they both looked at her and their answer was-
"NO!"
No? Why? Was it something she said? Were they not thinking clear with the brains in their head?
But the answer was strict. Twas stricter than iron. But Ocelott was stubborn, she wouldn't stop tryin'!
"I have a pen. I have an apple. Put them together, you get a pineapple!" She said with glee and put the fruit in their faces so they would both see.
Their argument had never been so invalid.
"Fine you win. Get into the car. What's his address? I hope it's not far."
The hybrid cat gave the man the numbers and soon they were off, but would there be more blunders?
A text was sent out, asking Gill or some shelter. To that he said yes, but he should have known better.
But that is all for the chapter of now. Come back tomorrow, and you will be wowed.
Author's Note:
Shot one of five (or more if I feel like it). Tomorrow's update may be longer than this one, but I hope you enjoy this! What happens next when Ocelott goes to the house of the Ocelots? You'll find out soon! Goodbye for now, and Merry Early Christmas!
