Author's Notes: BIG BIG BIG thanks to Corvus Corvidae here. He's guiding my through writing this story, and wrote tis chapter for me. THANKS!
I know this was only going to be a one-shot but Corvus thought I should continue it, and offered to help me.
ON WITH THE STORY!
(Standard disclaimers apply)
Beast Boy woke up the next morning. He opened his eyes.
"I'm blind!"
He sat up quickly, and suddenly his vision returned.
"Oh... um..."
Beast Boy felt something on his nose.
"Sticky tape?"
He looked down at the thing that had obscured his vision to start with. A blank white square.
Beast Boy picked it up. He looked closer at it. He sniffed it. He even shook it next to his ear in the vain hope that that might reveal something as to its purpose. He turned it around.
"Damn Cyborg and his bionic camera eye..."
He screwed it up and tossed the contraband into the garbage can in the far corner of his room. Or, at least, he would have tossed it in, would it have not been for the large pile of stuff already in it. And around it. In fact, Beast Boy might as well have just dropped it vertically; it's not as though it would have made a difference to the mess.
Something poked at the back of Beast Boy's mind, but he was too groggy to pay it any attention.
He made his way across the mountain range of trash in his room; Mount. Clothes, Mount. Games, Mount. Pizza Boxes...
Finally he reached the bathroom and stared himself in the mirror. The thing poking at the back of his mind was getting pretty insistent now. If there was much more of this there would probably be a hole worn in the back of his brain.
"Right. Um..."
He trailed off. Poke, poke.
"What did I come here for again? Um..."
Pause. Imaginary crickets metaphorically chirped in the background. The poking thing poked.
He looked about himself. The bathroom was in a right state. It probably hadn't been washed since the Dark Ages. The toilet was... far too horrid to describe, the bath was similarly... dirty, if that word can be applied to something that is obviously beyond that, and the sink seemed... alright, but underneath...
"Wow. It's really messed up under there..."
Under there...
POKE.
Starfire was walking past at that moment, on her way to the main room.
Unfortunately she wasn't wearing earplugs. Not that they would have helped much when Beast Boy screamed in horror and recollection.