Fletcher's pov
The day of which most of the kids had been dreading had arrived much sooner than I had wanted it to. DJ was ecstatic. The rest of us? Not so much. Who am I kidding? I was terrified to even walk into the Gibbler household, a clown junkyard of sorts; and now they were to look after DJ, Steph, Michelle, TJ and I? Responsibly?! Their idea of punishing their kids, inexplicably so, was to have them wear any clothing that stuck to velcro and leave them hanging, stuck to a velcro wall, for an unknown period of time. That was wrong on SO many levels. Out of all of Kimmy's siblings; I believe the house had six kids in total; the only ones home were Kimmy, her younger brother Jimmy, and her older brother Garth, who spoke
"Let's go use my piercing gun to attach random people together by their clothing!"
Ok. FIRST off, he should have never gotten accepted to work for a piercing studio, and should NOT be allowed to take the piercing gun away from the shop and home with him. And secondly, maybe Kimmy was not the weirdest and most disturbing Gibbler after all. Most of the kids flocked near me for protection, except DJ. Being Kimmy's best friend, she must be somewhat immune to this, somehow. But I was left to protect Steph, Chelle and TJ from the weird stuff you cannot unsee that go on beyond our backyard fence. I'll bet I will not be sleeping much tonight, if at all. That also went for the nights to come after this fiasco.
Michelle looked up at me, scared and anxious
"Are we safe?"
I held her on my hip
"I'll keep you safe. Don't worry."
A few moments later, it was time to eat dinner. They had beet puree with M&M's buried inside; all buried in a expired beans and chili cake. Steph and I shared a disgusted look, and she whispered
"I suddenly miss Joey's Flounder Tarts."
And that spoke volumes. The fact that the rooms we were to sleep in had disco lights all night long was also annoying and disconcerting. This is going to be one of THOSE nights.