AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Okay, everyone! Here's the eighth chapter of my collection of one-shots! :) This one will definitely show more of Ben just being plain goofy, so if you like that kinda stuff, you'll get a kick out of this! :P Just a little heads up: I DO talk about Ben coming into contact with a Jehovah's Witness in this story, and by using one in it, I am NOT under any circumstances persecuting your religion if you happen to be one yourself. I am only using a Jehovah's Witness in my story because they are commonly know to travel from house to house and sell Bibles. Alright, now that I got that all cleared up, here's the FanFic! And please don't forget to review if you liked it! Here we go, ENJOY!
STANDARD DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ben 10... but I DO have a little kitty named Gwen! :P
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Ben's POV:
It was just another one of those crazy Saturday mornings where I wake up and find that my parents aren't home, so I'm forced to make myself breakfast and pray to God that I won't burn the toast or cause a kitchen fire or something.
"Great." I scowled to myself.
Yawning like a mad man, I trudged sluggishly into the kitchen, threw open the fridge door, my eyes searching intently for the low fat yogurt. Don't ask me why, but I found it extremely addicting at times.
"Dammit." I cussed under my breath. No yogurt. Maybe I could make eggs?
Nope, I would burn them.
Toast? Yeah, right. I would burn that, too.
Pancakes? Pshht. No way in hell would I...
I jumped and squeaked simultaneously as the door bell rang, a series of shivers crawling down my back.
Oh, God.
Yeah, I was the type of teen to watch a freaking scary horror movie, and then regret it the next time I was home alone. And it didn't help that Bellwood was in the middle of a creepy-as-hell torrential downpour; the rain pounding down on the Earth like a hammer as the lightning flashed through the sky and the thunder crashed noisily.
I gulped, trembling as I hid behind the counter, peeking out now and then towards the door. Without diverting my eyes from the front door, I reached behind me to find the kitchen cabinet handle, and I yanked it open to grab the largest pan I could find. An unlikely weapon, but it would have to do.
"Uh...uh...who...who is it?" I gasped loudly, my body shaking nervously as I held the pan up above my head protectively.
No answer.
Aw, crap. I was also the type of teen to take a note of all the little details of what happens during the horror movies. I knew quite well that the creepy, mysterious creature that rings your doorbell NEVER responds to you when you ask it who it is.
It was then that I asked myself, what would Kevin do? I slapped my forehead in disgust. KEVIN was not exactly a good choice of a person to look up to. How about.... oh! Oprah! Yeah, so what would Oprah do?
Uhh, she would... open the door...?
Well, I had to face my fears sometime.
Following bravely in Oprah's footsteps, I carefully and slowly tiptoed towards the door, the pan raised in front of me like a shield.
And, as I so cautiously and fearfully opened the door, I screamed bloody murder as my eyes fell upon...
A tiny little kid holding a book.
Oh.
"Uh... hi." I faked a big, bright smile, scratching the back of my head nervously. I swiftly tossed the pan over my shoulder, and I swore I could hear it smashing through a glass of some kind.
"Hello." He grinned up at me, showing off his tiny, little, misshaped, set of ivory teeth. "I'm here to sell bibles as a fundraiser for my church..."
My mind blotted out everything else he said after that, and I really didn't care. Because it was in that moment that I realized what he really was.
He was a troll.
Standing at about 3 ½ feet tall, he was pretty much the smallest little thing I had ever seen; his spiky, auburn hair and abnormally large ears giving me the hint that he wasn't human.
Because he wasn't, he couldn't be.
"Hey, um, do you want to come inside for a second? It's really raining hard out there. We can talk in here about buying um..."
"Bibles."
"Yes, oh, yes! Bibles! Well, come on in, then!
So why was I letting the tiny troll inside? Because I could get some serious cash for selling him to the zoo, THAT'S why! He was my ticket to a life of prosperity. I grinned, picturing it all now.
Hesitantly, the little troll rambled on in from the front porch, wiping his feet awkwardly on the front carpet.
"Okay, then. So, what is it that you would..." He began.
"Oh! I just remembered! I left the erm... pie in the oven!" I gasped, making my "I'm-worried-as-hell" face. "Could you possibly go wait in the dining room for me? Then you can have some pie while we talk!" I smiled sweetly as I gestured to my "dining room".
"Oh, boy... PIE!" The teensy, little troll kid jumped up and down a few times, then scampered around the corner and ran right into my trap: a closet door.
"What the..." The poor little troll murmured.
I chuckled idiotically as I shut the door behind him, turning the lock to prevent my captive from escaping.
"LET ME OUT!" The poor little troll kid wailed, pounding on the door with all his might. "PLEASE! I HAVE MONEY!"
"How much..?" I inquired casually, stepping closer to the closet door.
"Uhh... 50 bucks?"
"No."
"PLEEEEASE!" The troll whimpered.
"Nope, sorry."
Rubbing my hands together and feeling exceedingly proud of myself, I jollily skipped over to the phone, punched in a few numbers, and called up my mom's cell phone.
"Hey, mom!" I giggled absentmindedly, sprawling out on the sofa.
"Hi, Ben! How are you, honey?" Mom asked happily.
"Oh, I'm good. Mom, PLEASE come home! I gotta show you something!" I begged, wishing she could see the puppy dog eyes I was making.
"What would that be, dear?" She questioned nonchalantly.
"I caught," I paused for suspense. "A troll!"
Suddenly, the other line went dead.
"Aw, bummer. Guess the phone connection isn't doing too hot." I muttered quietly to myself.
I felt extraordinarily lucky, so I decided to call her back.
"Hiya, mom!" I smiled ecstatically, even though my mom couldn't see it.
"Ben, stop calling me." My mom moaned.
"But I caught a troooooll!" I whined into the phone, lengthening the word to make it seem more important.
"No, you didn't." The woman sounded like she wanted to smack me. Geez.
"Did too!" I grinned crazily. I loved playing the "I-did-too" game.
"Trolls don't exist." Mom sighed drearily.
"You're wrong!" I exclaimed happily. "Just, PLEASSSE come down here and I'll show you!"
There was a long pause on the other line."Fine. But you owe me big time, mister." Mom replied gruffly.
"Okay!" I chirped. "Bye, mommy!"
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Ten looong minutes later, my mom pulled up into the driveway, and strode in through the front door.
"Alright, Ben. WHERE'S your so-called troll?"
I grinned widely as I slowly unlocked the closet door, pulling it fully open. And now for the praise from my mother. I thought happily.
I watched with confusion as my mother brought her hand to her mouth, and I couldn't tell if she was either trying desperately to hold back a giggle, or if she was pondering avidly over something.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, she spoke.
"Ben..." She started, her expression seeming to hold a great disbelief. "This troll of yours is a Jehovah's Witness."
The little Jehovah's Witness inside the closet was trembling quietly in the corner, its arms wrapped tightly around its knees as it rocked back and forth, its eyes as wide as full moons.
A Jehovah's Witness? Some monster name. Didn't sound scary in the slightest. I frowned, thinking. Hmm... actually, it was kind of cute in a way. Maybe it was a friendly monster... My expression lightened, and I smiled blissfully.
"Cool! Can we keep it mommy? I pleaded, pulling on her sleeve like a little kid. I sure did act like one, anyways.
And every time I look back on this single moment, thinking it through and going over everything I did and said, I STILL don't understand why she furiously smacked me repeatedly with a rolled up newspaper...
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Lol, that was SERIOUSLY crazy of me to write, but I just HAD to! :P Haha, and if you don't know, a Jehovah's Witness is a type of religion where they believe that the Bible is the direct word of God. I only used one in my story because they are commonly know to go from house to house and try to spread their religion by selling Bibles and such. So if YOU are a Jehovah's Witness yourself, I am NOT mocking you at all; I only used one in my story for that one reason, and nothing more. Okay, so, PLEASE review if you liked it! And, see you all later! :)
