Chapter 38: What! Did! You! Do?

Before I go on, take note that my real name is NOT Arthur (or more being more silly, author). But I will not tell my real name, as I don't want to be stalked.

1 day after…

The Author was cleaning his house with a vacuum cleaner, and was grumbling away words.

'Man, just one more day… better give it now or never…' The Author thought as he sighed.

While he was, he noticed that a piece of jewelry X intended to give Alia was on the ground. The Author found that out, but he accidentally sucked that in the vacuum!

"Oh sh# !" He panicked.

He couldn't tell X; that would make an unhappy ending for this story. He tried to get that jewel out of the cleaner, but even then it would be dirty, so he had to wash it as thoroughly as he could.

'Stay calm… I'll just get it out…'

Unfortunately, the vacuum was completely jammed thanks to the jewel itself. The Author sobbed a single tear but still decided to give more effort to the work.

2 hours later…

"ARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH! YOU F$ ING VACUUM CLEANER!" The Author screamed in misery.

He then had an idea.

He returned to X for a minute. He was in his room, and all the doors and windows were unlocked again.

"Hi, author." X greeted.

"Yeah. Hey, can I borrow your X-Buster for a moment?" The author asked.

"What? Why…?"

"No time to answer. Sorry."

The author got the X-Buster out of X and he only had a simple hand left on his Buster hand.

The author returned to his home, and tried using the Buster to destroy the vacuum.

"Say your preyers, jackass! Wait, who am I talking to? Aw screw it."

The author blasted his Buster to the vacuum which was blown to pieces… along with the jewel.

"Oh crap." The author muttered.

"What am I going to do? AHHHHHHHHHH!" The author screamed.

He tried using the glue to fit the pieces back, but that didn't work; it was too small.

"Aw man…" The author mumbled.

He had to tell X; he couldn't stand to see the broken heart of the Blue Bomber. But his other presents for Alia were in his room, so he dashed upstairs and found out that the presents were gone.

"Where did it go?" The author wondered.

He saw that his dog ate his presents.

"NO! STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" The author shouted.

(Author's note: I don't really have a dog; it's just that I want to make the story better)

The author suddenly had an idea.

In this story, the author would be the "god" of it. So it was easy; all he had to do was to write what presents were there suppose to be in X's room.

He returned back to the HQ to see if it was there. It was so there, and the author grinned and teleported back to his house.

That was when X came to this room.

"What the? The author returned my presents already? But it's not even nine 'o' clock!" X wondered.

He shrugged, and hid them in a closet.

The author sighed. He had one big day. But that bigger day would be tommorow; Christmas.

To be continued…

Please review please! I haven't got much for the previous two chapters.