Very short chapter, I'm too lazy to do any more.
"Creepy!" Nudge burst out. "Ari was named who he was because of us?"
Iggy made some noise of affirmation, and Fang said something about continuing the story.
He obliged.
Yet another bird experiment had joined us. He was a grand total of one year old, and yet, he still had the power to-
"YOU!" Max shrieked, in the middle of the night. Fang and Nudge awoke with a start.
"Wha- where's the fire?" Fang mumbled.
"Not you, him!" Max cried, clearly talking about the newest member of our 'family'.
"What about him?" I asked, sleepily.
"He… he… he has something SERIOUSLY wrong with his digestive system." Max seemed to have trouble finding words to describe it. "Can't you smell it?"
Now that she mentioned it, we could.
"Eugh!" the four-year-old Nudge cried. I'm not gonna lie- it STUNK like anything in there.
"He's very gassy, isn't he?" Fang commented calmly. However, his voice sounded weird; I could tell he was holding his nose.
"He's like… a gas man." I chuckled. "Maybe we should call him that."
"Gasman?" Fang asked, sniggering. "Well, we do need to call him something… and anyway, I think that would annoy Max."
"Let's do it then!" I said wickedly.
Max groaned.
TBC
A/N: This is all written already, I'm just slowly putting it on here. It's on the MR forum as well.