A/N: I'm not on restriction anymore! *Jumps for Joy*
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A/N: Thank you my dear friends for helping me through the tragic period of my fic, Just Ask Phoebe's death. I will never forget this. OPIP forever.
Rock Paper Scissors
Phoebe is running after Kit everywhere in the manor. Apparently Kit managed to make Phoebe think about someone other than herself. Now we all know along with Kit how Phoebe hates to think about other people, e'special'ly to think about her kin.
Some where along the line 'Special' loses Kit. As Phoebe makes her way to the kitchen a ROCK is thrown at her fugly little face. Phoebe falls flat on her ass. It takes Phoebe several long hours to remember how one gets up from the floor. Amazingly Phoebe manages to do so. Angered, Phoebe stands up only to hear Kit taunt her with the simple words of "Help me I'm 'Special' and I can't get up!"
"I'm gonna get you KIT!" Phoebe runs to the kitten looking for the clever feline. Phoebe hears some noise coming from beneath the table.
"I got you now" 'Special' claims proudly. With that Phoebe goes underneath the table to find a piece of PAPER. Written on the paper reads:
To my lovely 'Special'
It wasn't nice knowing your hair. I plan to fix that.
With a whole lot of Hate, and Smooches
Kit
"Oh no you don't Kit, you aren't going to touch my fantastic hair."
"Too late for that don't you think" Kit says and hands Phoebe the SCISSORS and locks of brown hair before she takes off in flight.
Phoebe Screams.
Oh that Kit!