Pixels In the Moonlight - A Habbo Story

by Pinki2000

A little project I'm doing, concerning my dearest friends, whom I have acquired from that handy little thing called Habbo Hotel. I say thank you to Evan, Dakota, and Rachel for putting up with me. May you guys always have life go for you! Also, thank you for Sulake for inventing Habbo. I wouldn't've found my IBF's without it. c: Oh, and rated T for cursing.

1. A Sudden Arrival

*walks into the Narration- or rather, bed -room and sits down on the Narrator's bed* Yes. Hello there, generic people. Wonderful of you to actually take interest on my little one-shot. Thank you for that. Anyways, before I begin, I just have a small word of warning. The following passages shall be horrendous in literary content, and high quality typing should NOT be expected in them. Also, physically, no animals will be harmed within the processing of this story. Small children are a different matter. So yeah. I'll get on with it.

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Patrick: Once upon a time there was an ugly barnacle, and he was so ugly tha-

*exits out of YouTube* Hehe. Sorry about that. Lemme try again.

Pinki: *hops up on stage* Once upon a time there was an ug-

Stop right there. One, this is a STORY, not a PLAY... *glares at my weak imagination* ...and two, Pinki, you're not supposed to get on yet.

Pinki: But YOU'RE here, and besides, I AM you, for Christ's sake!

*sighs* Pinki, I'm always here. Plus, I know this. But this time, it's different. Just crawl back to the sidelines and I'll call you when you're supposed to appear. Got it?

Pinki: *grumbles* Fine, whatever... *stomps off the stage*

Okay then. Sorry folks. I'll just begin. So... *looks down at my list* Lights?

Imagination: But ma'am, you don't like light.

*facepalm* Oh my God... *sighs* Cameras?

Imagination: The webcam is all ready to go.

Good. Now, action... *fade out*

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*fade into a very dark, semi-large bedroom, typical of a 13-year-old UNcommon White Girl's* Once upon a time, in this crazed society of the year 2014 A.D., there was a girl. This girl, in life, had brown, never-perfect hair, hazel eyes, glasses, was tall, etc., etc. Plus she overdosed the Internet like one of those drugs that I wish not even to think about the symptoms. Anyways, here she was, lying on her bed, only illuminated by the large laptop screen in front of her. Without any siblings to bother her, she would type away into the night, even on school ones. Seventh grade was simple enough to her. And this was basically her life, school and the Internet. Until the fateful, cliché day...

*knock* The girl jumped at the sound of her door suddenly making noises, and accidentally unplugged the charger to the large, red laptop. "Shit!" she whispered to herself as she nearly flung the laptop to the floor and immediately flipped over in her bed to fake her slumber as the white door swished open, rubbing on the typical carpet. Inside entered a person whom she would have never expected to appear.

Thinking it was her mother, she squeezed her eyes tight as an arm shook her. "Yo, Maddie, wake up!"

Maddie opened her eyes wide. Slowly, she turned her head around to peer at the face that connected to the voice. "Hey, come on, we gotta go, or we'll be late! Get up!" The person spoke again. Still not able to see the identity in the darkness, Maddie silently obeyed and sat up. "There we go. I'll explain later. We just gotta go!"

Heart pounding, Maddie let herself be nearly dragged out to the hallway and down the stairs to the foyer, and then down some more stairs to the basement and out to the garage. One of the two garage doors was wide open as she stumbled outside, and then began to close by the person. In the light that turned on when you stepped outdoors, Maddie could make out a... a paper bag?!

Maddie gasped, "...Pinki? What the Hell...?" The person turned around at her, showing the bag with a star glued to the top right corner and laughed.

"Nah. I'm not her. I'm rather a PINKEL, though..." The person then took off the paper bag.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Maddie screamed at the white mask underneath and sprinted to the two-acre, sloping backyard, sticking close to the elongated, white house. Not paying real attention to where she was going, Maddie banked the side and ran down the other, crashing into the other person walking calmly towards her. She fell to the ground and got paralyzed as she shook with fear at the proxy who was now leaning on top of her, trapping her from escaping. The proxy then slipped out a sharp, long knife.

Maddie fought back tears as she attempted weakly to gain courage. She whispered, "W-What can I d-d-do.. to not.. die...?" She then squeezed her eyes tight to not get a full view of the inevitable.

"Gimme a kiss." The boy tore off the mask as Maddie popped her eyes open at the request. She then recognized the now laughing-while-crying guy who was rolling on the grass, knife and mask next to him.

"Fucking Hell, Evan!" Maddie yelled as she jumped at him, tackling him to embrace him in a hug.

"I got you... so damn good.." Evan could barely get through due to his enjoyment of Maddie's terror.

"Haha, so fucking funny. But seriously, how the Hell did you get here?" Maddie eventually asked after Evan ended his ROFL-ing. "I didn't even tell you my goddamn address, you piece of shit!"

Evan now sat up on the grass and looked at Maddie. "I'll explain on the way. We're gonna go on a little trip tonight."

"Oh, boy, I LOVE being raped!" Maddie exclaimed as she stood up. "Lemme go pack my things."

"Alrighty. I'll wait in the car." Evan strode over to his swanky Ford and got in. Meanwhile, Maddie went back to the house and packed her things, not having a clue about where they were about to go. Still, she'd trust Evan with her soul, so after around 10 minutes, she emerged from the house with a suitcase and hopped in the car with the suitcase put in the trunk.

"So I'm here. Start explaining." Maddie demanded as Evan skillfully pulled out of the driveway.

"Well, it'll take a while, but I guess we have the time..." he said as he drove down the road. "So here's the news."

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- Yes, I know that this has nothing to do with Habbo, but don't worry, the next chapter will bring some of it. In the meanwhile, like if you enjoyed, subscribe, favorite, an-

Pinki: Bitch, this has nothing to do with YouTube, and I didn't even get in the first chapter. What the fuck?

...Look, I mentioned you. Read it again. I promise you'll get a chance to shine in the next one. Now go away.

Pinki: *grumbles and walks away, flipping the Narrator off*

*sighs* Sorry for that folks. Anyways, if you'd like, tell me to write more of this if you'd want more. Or say the opposite if you'd like this to fall off the face of the Earth and die. But yeah. Thanks for reading.