The next rewritten chapter is here! Please R&R and enjoy!
Black's pov
Today was Minus' birthday and we now had the painstaking task of making sure his birthday was 'perfect'. That involved a cake, a bit of singing, and that damn highchair. That highchair gave me so much trouble earlier this year. I had friends… well, associates coming over and the first thing you see when you walk into the kitchen was the highchair.
"Black? Do you have children?"
"No…"
"Then why do you have a highchair in your kitchen."
"It's for special occasions…"
The three people in the kitchen with me took a few steps back. The only one who didn't was Lucas, one of my 'associates'.
He placed a hand on my shoulder. "So Black has a fetish, we can understand that!"
I threw his hand off my shoulder. "I do not!"
The other people chuckled. "So what's this then?" A female associate asked, holding up a box. "A vibrator? I wonder why you would have that."
"Th-that's not mine!" I stuttered out nervously.
"We get it Black. You don't have to hide yourself from us." Lucas said, inching closer to me.
"I wasn't hiding it, it was sitting in the hallway, you know." I said defensively.
"Yep, and now it's in my hand. The only question left, since I threw the box away, is where do we put it?"
Now that I think about it, where did I put that thing anyway? Wouldn't want anyone to find it ag-
"Black, what is this?" I turn around to see Reuniclus trying to restrain its giggles and N. holding up the vibrator.
"It's a… back massager?" Hopefully N. didn't catch the question in my voice.
"How do you use it?"
"I'll show you later." I said, before realizing. Reuniclus was about to die of laughter… or of me.
"Shut up, Reuniclus." I told it as I headed into the living room to get Minus. I squatted next to the couch, that's where Minus sleeps now, since N. moved in. "Get up" I started. "Minus, get up." I poked the little electric type: no response. "Minus, if you don't get up in three, two , one…" I pushed Minus onto the floor.
The little electric type turned to face me, and looked to be preparing a thunder but stopped. Minus stands up awkwardly, and walks over to my leg. I let him climb up to my shoulder and I was back to the kitchen. I set him in the highchair. He slopes down and his legs catch on the piece of plastic on the bottom. His eyes shoot open.
I go to the fridge to get Minus' cake. It's all the way in the back for whatever reason so I have to reach and get all in the fridge just to reach it. I feel someone breathing on my neck and I pause.
"How do you spell Fun?" N. asked scaring the heck out of me. I jump from surprise and hit my head on the fridge.
"Argh! N! What's your problem?" I yell. I can feel my face heating up.
"Black are you sick? Your face is turning a crazy shade of red…"
"F. U. N. Okay happy? Stupid idiot … "
"Black, if it makes you feel better, I like your face." My blush got deeper.
I got up trying to ignore whatever N. just said. I got Minus' cake out of the fridge and put it on the highchair. "Happy birthday Minus!" I sang.
After a little song and some cake Minus, N., and Reuniclus all retreated to the living room, while I went to get Shelgon.
I successfully made it to my room and headed straight for my closet. I reached for the box Shelgon was in but it seemed higher than usual… I had to jump just to reach it and when I did, most of the stuff in the closet fell on me.
I heard footsteps and wondered if they came to save me from my makeshift prison.
"You see that box there?" Minus asked. "Get it" "Open it." What are they doing?
"What about it?" I heard N. ask.
"Well that's what he does… Play with it… all day… alone… by himself… solitarily solitary… with him, himself, and he… applicably applicable… laughably laughable… L-
"I get it! By himself! That's all you had to say!" N. yelled.
"Ugh, oh hey, Minus hey N." I said popping out a random box I hadn't noticed I was in.
"Black, what are you doing inside of a box… "Minus asked looking concerned.
"Oh, that… uh yeah… I honestly don't know…" I replied.
"Um guys, WHOA, how'd you end up in a box?" Reuniclus asked walking into the room holding an envelope.
I climbed out the box taking the packing peanuts with me. "Is that another mission?"
"I think so." Reuniclus handed it to me.
I read the letter. "We got a note from HQBWNPD."
"Black what's HQBWNPD? It that where you work." N. asked.
"Head Quarters for Black, White, and N's Plans Destruction." Reuniclus replied.
"I thought I told you to stop accepting missions from that place… they're racist."
"Minus, Black as in my name, White as in her name." I replied.
"Grow up Minus."
"Shut up Reuniclus."
"What?"
"I didn't stutter."
"Yes, you didn't but that can change."
"How exactly could that happen?"
"If I use my psychic powers I could shape your voice box in such a way that words don't come out correctly or I could change your brain waves make you madly in love with Black, enjoy, jumping off cliffs, or I could make you allergic to chocolate."
Minus stood staring awkwardly with his mouth open.
"I see who wears the pants in this family." I stated. I knew it wasn't me, not with N. around…
Minus rolled his eyes and walked away. I climbed out the window and slide down the gutter.
"Who wears the pants… Moron." I heard him mumble as he headed outside to his favorite tree.
I beat Minus outside, considering that I jumped out the window.
"What are you doing?" Minus asked rudely.
"Me and
[Short chapter I know but the next one should be better. It's going to be Black's pov! Read and review everyone. ] Now who wrote that? The next chapter, in fact, will be N.'s pov. Note to self: never write about someone's birthday in another person's pov.
