The scratching got more frantic, and Ric hurried toward it.
When he was about three steps away, the door suddenly flew into the house with a loud CRACK, soaring into the wall opposite to the now-doorless doorway, cracking into three pieces upon impact, an explosion of splinters flying from the fracture lines.
Ric stood shell-shocked, hand still extended from reaching for the knob. The door had narrowly missed him. His heart was thumping from the startle reflex. After a second to recover, a thought came to mind; 'Who…?"
That question was answer momentarily as Moon Moon trotted in. "I did a thing, Master! The thing!"
Ric groaned inwardly. He had not invited the derpy husky for this very reason – his dangerous stupidity. He called everyone "Master," perhaps wondering who quite his owner was. But, alas, Moon Moon was a meme. He belonged to everyone, in a sense. So, he was, in fact, correct in his manner of addressing everyone as his master. Go figure.
Behind the husky trotted in another canine through the still-smoking doorframe. The Shiba Inus surveyed the room before addressing Ric.
"Such destruction. Much party. Good start. Brought moon friend. Wow."
Ric inferred from this that Doge was joking about this being a wild party, as part of his house had already been destroyed, suggesting this was a good way to start a party. Also, he recognized that Doge had brought Moon Moon as a guest to the party.
He hadn't expected this, but it wasn't out of character for Doge. Doge was a bit derpy too (nowhere near Moon Moon, of course), and it would figure he would invite someone such as Moon Moon; they were good friends, after all, and parties are always more fun with friends. It was possible Doge didn't even realize he shouldn't have brought Moon Moon; he sometimes seemed to lack common sense.
Ric stared a bit morosely at the broken door. Then he decided to forget about it for now. He could always ask the author to write him in a new one later, and the night was warm and bug-free; the lack of a door would not cause discomfort to him or the party-goers.
Moon Moon and Doge had trotted into the living room to join the main party, and Ric heard a squeal of "Dorggies!" (Doggies!) He heard muffled exclamations of "Master! Watch me do a thing!" as sounds of tail-chasing ensued, and "Wow. Such tight hug. Much suffocation. Help."
He was about to head into the living room to check up on the party, but suddenly a loud cry of "DR. OCTOGONAPUS! BLARGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!" caught his attention. Moments later, his attention was diverted to observing the ash pile that was once a door and scotched back wall behind the spots in his vision; all products of the blinding blue blast of pure energy emitted by Mr. Octogonapus just a moment ago.
As his vision cleared, he turned to face the hovering redhead, who was grinning at him behind his dark sunglasses. The tendrils behind him swayed slightly as he hovered in place.
Behind him, a young man walked in, adjusting his New Era Red Sox 'A-TOOTH' brown fitted hat as he observed the smoldering ash pile. He turned to Ric.
"Hey man, do you have any beer?"
"No, sorry. There's punch on the table, though." Ric replied, somehow keeping his photogenic composure. He had NOT invited Dr. Octogonapus or Scumbag Steve for obvious reasons : because they were both douchebags. He tried to avoid them as much as possible, ever since Dr. Octo had nearly blown him up (an "accident", he had claimed, but he was snickering as he apologized) and Steve had stolen his iPhone.
He glanced at the two, deciding to let them stay. This was for a variety of reasons, the first being he didn't want to cause a scene. He knew he could force them out the door; Steve was a teenager not half his strength (Ric ran in marathons, after all), and Dr. Octogonapus, despite his mastering of the Shoop Da Whoop and tentacles, was only half his size when he wasn't hovering, and a slight man. However, even if he got them out, it didn't ensure they would leave, and he didn't want to have to call the cops to get them away; it would cause a scene and ruin the mood of the party. Lastly, Dr. Octo didn't have any weapons on him, which probably meant he didn't intend on completely obliterating Ric's house. That demonstration of the Shoop Da Whoop was probably just his making an entrance.
Besides, when Dr. Octo wasn't constantly firing his lazer or shooting at people or property with a various assortment of weaponry, and Steve wasn't stealing stuff; they could add quite a bit of life to a party.
Dr. Octo floated into the living room, followed by Steve. Groaning inwardly, Ric followed the two party crashers into the party room, hoping to limit any further destruction of his house.