Here's the second Chapter! I have all done up to chapter four.
Disclaimer: Me no own Maxy Ridy. You no sue me :P
Gasman POV:
I turned over and smashed my fist over my alarm clock. I turned over and snuggled deeper into my blankets. Until my covers were ripped off.
"Ahhh!" I yelled and shot up trying to grab my blanket back. Except that I couldn't see anything. Were my eyes open? I poked where my eye was, and was met by a jellowy substance. "Owww!" I yelped and cradled my eye that I just poked. Why couldn't I see?
Oh chizz, the wish must have come true. I started to panic. The blackness was threatening to take over me and I gripped the bed for something stable to hold. I couldn't see! I freaking couldn't see! My breath came in short gasps until I forced myself to calm down.
"Come on Gas-Pants, get the heck up!" whined a young girls voice. I whipped around to the source of sound.
"Angel?" I asked reflexively.
"Who's that?" the girl said. "I'm your sister dumbo. Ange, remember," and with that, something conked onto my head that I figured was her fist. What the heck was going on? I mean, I'm not stupid, I figured out that my wish had come true, but what happened to the rest of the flock? I hadn't wished them away. I felt around for the little girl, and grabbed her. She yelped in surprise, but then took my hand and led my somewhere.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Oh, P. Gas, you're getting stupider every day. The bathroom, duh. You do shower and brush right? She said in one breath. Then she shoved me into the bathroom and I heard her walk down stairs. This was absolutely horrible. How was I going to find the rest of the flock if I was blind? And how did Iggy manage to build bombs, eat, fight, and essentially live? My respect for him grew. I stepped into the shower and quickly finished. I slowly felt my new body. I was slightly repulsed with the knowledge that O was touching Iggy's body, but I had to be able to walk in his tall form. This body was totally unfamiliar to me and I felt awkward.
I slowly trudged downstairs and noticed that I could hear absolutely everything, from their fish breathing to the air flowing from the vents. I was able visualize the paths they made and followed the air currents downstairs to the table.
"Good morning son. Still able to navigate with your blindness I see," a man with a deep voice asked. I assumed he was my father.
"Hey P. Gas, pass the pancakes," said Ange. I could feel the vibrations from her jumping up and down in her chair.
"Sure thing," I said absent mindedly. I still needed to find my real family.
"Hon, stop moving," said the father.
"Hey, I can't help my ADHD!" she exclaimed, and another woman said, "Oh yes, have you taken your medicine?" I presumed her to be the mom. They all seemed nice enough, but they weren't the flock. I had to find them somehow. Even with Iggy's blindness. The blindness that was mine now.