AN: I haven't updated in like…forever. :/ Sorry about that. I transferred schools, and I have been trying to catch up on all of the summer work I missed. I'm back now though. And even though it's a day late, this is in memory of 9/11 (the next chapter too probably and the incorporation stuff)…crackfic style.
Random Hermit POV
No matter what I did, I couldn't get a moment of peace. I wanted to live alone in my neighbor's shack without any interruption. Was that too much to ask? Apparently! For some reason, she always got mad when she found me in there. I wasn't sure why though. She wasn't using it as her bedroom!
But anyway, since I got kicked out, I've been staying on the street. It hasn't been a very…pleasing experience.
"Move out of the way you old, rotting piece of pumpkin pigeon!"
I turned to the random New York business man, scowling, but instead of arguing, I leaned forward and snapped my fingers. "Whatever!"
He wasn't the only one though. Many people were running in my direction, and all of them looked panicked.
"What the…" I murmured, but before I had time to utter another word, the dust trailing behind those that were fleeing was suffocating me as well.
I leaned down, choking, and stared at the dancing pixie in front of me. Wow…this dust must have had something in it, because it was certainly making me crazy!
TO BE CONTINUED…