AUTHOR'S NOTE: No, I am not abandoning the Lightning Bus, I'm just writing this story because the idea has haunted my mind since the beginning of time. Oh, and please give me more constructive criticism than they did in the Lightning Bus, I still need to improve my writing skills as much as I can. And I will need more than 1 or 2 reviewers… lol. Anyways, here goes nothing!
Or E. Oh was having a horrid nightmare.
He dreamt himself in a quiet, empty room. Or at least, it would have been empty if spiders hadn't been taking up every inch of it. Wherever these mysterious spiders crawled, cobwebs instantly sprouted, and wherever the cobwebs sprouted, sprouted more spiders, where the process repeated. Or E. Oh couldn't stand it. Right when his alarm clock sounded, he yelled, "AH!" He woke up to the ringing of his blaring alarm clock.
When Or E. Oh woke up, his blanket was literally drenched with sweat, and his forehead was pouring with perspiration. Or E. Oh couldn't stand his nightmare. Normally, you'd think that spiders and Halloween-ish stuff were black cats' "things". Well, that was mostly true. But not for Or E. Oh. He had arachnophobia. He couldn't help it. His black cat friends teased him for it. They called him "fraidy-cat" and "way-too-many-phobia-feline". When they called him that, he always replied, "ONLY 3 PHOBIAS! ONLY 3!" Because he didn't just have arachnophobia. He was also electrophobic and chiroptophobic. Meaning he got scared when he saw spiders, he was frightened when thunder sounded, and he was horrified when he witnessed bats fly. Anyways, the nanosecond he woke up, he knew he wasn't in his room. His room wasn't that tint of green, and it wasn't that shade of blue, either. His room also had a crack on the ceiling that was impossible to not notice. He got up, and scavenged through his pockets, hoping he could find his Shticker Book, or something that could help him know where he was. But his pockets were completely empty. He sighed, then decided to exit his new bedroom (that he wasn't even sure was his).
The door turned out to lead to what seemed like his living room, only better. Instead of the old, cruddy cable TV that they had in his real home, there was a plasma 90-inch TV sitting right there, looking as if it was brand new and un-touched. Or E. Oh then took into account that every video game console in existence was laying down on the floor, looking as if they had been refurbished 1 second ago. He grinned, then started playing "Toonby's Epic Yarn" on the Wii, unknowing that one day, he was going to regret even staying there.