Here is "When The Sky Falls," prompted by the wonderful ArcticHuntress. Remember to send in prompts!

Sky awoke. He wasn't in his bed, but rather in a box. Ah. A box. That was… not normal. Not normal, and not good. A box… he was in a box… What?

He smashed his fists against the lid and screamed into the gag that nearly choked him. Oh Notch. How had he slept through this? "Let me out!" he howled against the fabric.

"I think Sky's awake!" Ty announced, though his voice was muffled by the box's walls.

"Damn it, Ty! Why am I in a box?" Sky doubted that his friend could understand him, but he had to try.

"It's for your own good, Sky! Stay calm!" That was Jerome.

"Let me out, you stupid fuzzball!" he roared into the gag.

"He sounds really mad," Ty commented. "Sky! You know we can't hear a word you're saying, right?"

Sky gave a wordless shout of anger, smashing his forehead against the lid, and then screamed in pain.

Ow. That hurt.

Jason's voice sounded from somewhere farther away. "Guys! We need backup!"

There was a thunder of footsteps as Ty and Jerome left the area. Sky yowled in rage and smashed his feet against the lid, kicking at the wood. A flicker of light flashed through for a second as the box's lid lifted up for a second, and then it slammed down again.

Several minutes later, he felt the wood crack as he kicked it. Finally. It had felt like forever. Sky dug his nails into the crack in the lid and pulled the splintered halves apart, groaning at the strain. They gave way, and he clambered out into the blinding light, crouching down and trying to regain his breath and his powers of vision. He was out of the box. That was an achievement. But why had he even been in the box?

"Hi Sky!" came a squeaky voice from outside the window. Sky looked up and almost choked in horror. It was… "Ima squid!"

The disgusting thing had attached itself to the window using the suction cups on its tentacles and was dangling there like some sort of vile work of stained glass. "Get away from me!" Sky screamed, running towards the window and smashing the glass, sending the squid falling to the ground. Triumph.

Or not. "Hi Sky! We're all squids!" More squids poured in through the shattered window. It was twenty thousand squids! Well, maybe twelve thousand. Actually, it was probably closer to twelve, but what did it matter?

Sky ran to the door, slamming it behind him, and bolted down the stairs, vaguely aware that he was shrieking like a five-year-old girl. "SQUIDS!" he wailed at the top of his lungs as he jumped down the last few steps and almost fell over on the way to the door. Grabbing a sword, he raced outside, only to step on something squishy. Looking down…

No. No. No! They were everywhere! "IT'S RAINING SQUIDS!" Sky screeched.

"Oh, crap! Guys, Sky got out!" Mitch yelled, stabbing a squid mid-fall. It was, indeed, raining squids, and though most of them splatted upon impact with the ground, enough survived to form a group around Sky.

"Damn it! Sky, you need to stay in the box next time!" Ty shouted, hacking his way towards him. Sky couldn't help himself; he ran sobbing and flung himself into Ty's arms.

"Are they gone yet?" he whimpered as Ty pried him off, looking slightly alarmed.

"No, Sky, they're still chasing you," Mitch explained patiently.

Sky jumped three feet into the air and screamed, flailing around with his limbs and frantically trying to get the sensation of slimy tentacles off of his skin. "Augh!" he howled, running as fast as he could in the opposite direction. "Get them away!"

Suddenly he hit the ground. As he spat out the mud that filled his mouth, suction cups connected with his arms. The little monsters clambered all around him, burying him in a heap of tentacles, slime, and soft, cold, squid. There were millions! They were eating his eyes! They were sucking out his brain! Could squids even suck out brains? Either way, these were!

Sky screamed, squeezing his eyes shut. "They're going to eat me!"

He didn't remember passing out, but here he was, waking up.

He was… in a normal bed. And everything was fuzzy. Sky grabbed his glasses, and the four shapes around him coalesced into the familiar faces of Jason, Jerome, Ty, and Mitch. Well, Jerome stayed fuzzy, but all the others were much more defined. "Are the squids gone?" Sky asked instantly.

"Squids?"

"What squids?"

"You know, it rained squids." What was up with them? It. Had rained. Squids.

They all looked at each other. "Sky, you know it doesn't rain squids."

"Yeah. What would even give you that idea?"

"It's ridiculous. Laughable. Yeah. No such thing as raining squids."

"Yeah," Ty echoed the rest. "Definitely no rain of squids."

Sky looked at himself, staring at the trails of pink suction marks that criss-crossed his arms. "Then why am I covered in these?"

Everyone blinked like giant owls.

"No idea. Maybe you attacked yourself with polka dots? In your sleep?" Jason offered. "That makes sense."

As Sky opened his mouth to say that no, it did not make any sense, Jerome cleared his throat loudly. "Well, we'd better go. You should get some rest. And we've got things to do. Right, Ty?"

"Yeah. I need to, uh, clean my room."

What? Ty never cleaned his room. You couldn't even bribe Ty to clean his room.

"I better get to work. On building a new attic."

"And I should feed my gerbil," Mitch announced.

"But you don't have a gerbil," Sky reminded him suspiciously.

"Oops. I meant my guinea pig."

He blinked. "You don't have a guinea pig."

Jerome coughed weakly. "Geez, it looks like I need to get some cough medicine. Let's go, guys."

The four of them trouped out of the room, leaving Sky staring at their retreating figures. What was up?

Jason closed the door with a sigh. "Do you think he'll ever guess?"

"I hope not," Ty muttered. "But Mitch's nonexistent gerbil doesn't exactly help things."

The others had already moved on. "If he guesses—"

"I think he might. Sky looked pretty suspicious."

"If he guesses that we're lying, and that the rain of squids really did happen, I don't think that he'll ever be able to sleep again."