Yes, I iz still writing, beyatch. And my little sister is watching me as I write this... Yayz.
Shiftys shaky hand managed to finally twist the door knob of the apartment/ flat door, and he wobbled inside. Caramel stood in the doorway, with a blank expression.
"What happened?" She said in monotone. Lifty was sitting on the arm of their sofa/ couch, his eye brows arched slightly in a worried position. His knees knocking to a point of almost falling over, Shifty plonked himself down of the sofa, his eyes popped and unblinking. Caramel walked slowly over to him.
"Shifty, what's on you?" Shifty didn't answer. She reached out to his arm and tugged the fur, and Shifty jolted away as if she'd just pointed a flame thrower in his face, and a poof of white powder flew off him.
"What's all this stuff?" Caramel asked, staring at the white substance on her paw. Blinking, Shifty wobbled up and went into the bathroom, gazing into the cracked mirror. Sure enough, he was covered in white powder. It took him two seconds to realise it wasn't white powder. It was the white ash of dead HTFs. Usually getting someone else's blood on himself was a day to day thing, but getting the burnt remains of civilians... his friends...
Caramel and Lifty exchanged confused looks as the heard the shower blasting on, water and white powder/ ash floating out the door. Shifty the burst out the door, dripping with icy water. He stood there, breathing heavily for three seconds, before he started running around.
"We're leaving this house in sixty seconds. Lifty, you pack some stuff, no shit, just stuff like, first aid, blankets, survival crap. Caramel, pack some food, as much as you can carry. And water too. Make sure it's bottled, who knows what that gas did to the water? Don't just stand there, MOVE!" Caramel had half hid herself behind a seriously weirded out Lifty. Hearing Shiftys angry orders, they just as they were told, heads still buzzing with questions. Shifty was practically jumping from wall to wall, grabbing batteries, torches and a giant bag of stolen money. He then ran into his small bedroom, reached under the creaky bed and pulled out a gun. Shoving the lump of black metal into his back pocket, he slipped on a leather jacket and powered into the living room, where Lifty was holding a battered suitcase, brimming with Shiftys requests, and Caramel was trying to balance a cardboard box in one hand and shove belongings into a back pack.
"Get a jacket on Lifty, on with LOADS of pockets, you to Caramel. C'mon, we don't got time to muck about!" Shifty power walked out the door, followed by Lifty, lugging the suitcase and trying to put a denim jacket on, and Caramel who was trying to slip on a black hoodie with purple fire on it with one paw. By the time the two got outside, Shifty was pacing back and forth, chewing his nails.
"Took you long enough. Now c'mon, we gotta move. Lifty, you know where Handys repair shop is, right?" The confused younger twin nodded weakly.
"Good, take us there." Shifty pushed Lifty along, urging him faster and faster, with Caramel trotting behind to keep up. Usually she'd of moaned about all the exercise, but she was too busy letting her eyes consume what was going on around her. Fires were still going, white ash lay coated the ground, in some placed it was in piles. Everywhere, animals were running, trying to start cars, screaming and crying. The was also a blue weasel, with blond, un-combed hair, clutching an obviously dead Lammy and screaming his heart out. Such things weren't uncommon in Happy Tree Town, but something was hanging in the air. It was as if despair was flowing through the once cheerful streets. Even the plants had lost their happy colours, and dulled. That is, the plants that weren't on fire or trampled into the dirt. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the brothers had stopped, and crashed into Shifty. Lifty turned to help her up, Shifty didn't seem to notice.
"Handy, is this car broken, or will it move?" The panic and stress was dripping in his voice, like a wet sponge being rung out. Handy gave an oblivious smile.
"Yep! I just had to change the spark plugs! Better go fix the other cars now-"
"Good, then we'll take this one!" Shoving the beaver out of the way, he jumped into the driver's seat and motioned for Caramel and Lifty to join him. Used to his brothers' bizarre ideas, Lifty just sat in the front seat, while Caramel held back.
"Caramel, what the fuck are you doing, get in the fucking car RIGHT now!" Anger had taking place in Shiftys' once panic stricken voice, his eyes like fire. Now severely frightened, Caramel dived in the back seat, shuffling as far away from the fedora wearing raccoon as possible. Handy banged his arm/ nub against the window.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing? You can't steal this!" Shifty rolled down the window.
"We're not, get in the back!" Handy looked confused.
"What the- listen you kleptomaniac, get out of my car!"
"No, YOU get in!"
"It's my car, and I say get OUT!"
"Handy, I aint kiddin, get inside!"
"No, find your own car! You have a van, use that!"
"HANDY, GET INSIDE THE CAR OR YOU'RE GONNA DIE!" Lifty stared in shock at is raging brother, while Caramels eye brimmed with frightened tears, hugging her backpack.
"Shifty, what do you mean?" She whispered, a little too quietly, ask Shifty didn't hear.
"... Okay, you lunatic, get out the car." Handy said, firmly. Shifty threw his arms in the air. Caramel then saw a weird light in the mirror. She looked out the back window, and clamped her mouth to stop herself shrieking. She didn't have to, Lifty did for her.
"HOLY SHIT, WHAT'S THAT?" Shifty looked behind, yelped, and sped off in what might be the only working car on the planet. Caramel stayed looking out the back window, as the bright white heat ray that was spewing out of the shining metal monster engulfed Handy. The screams finally left her mouth.
"Lifty, Lifty shut her up!" Lifty scrambled into the back seat and shook the screaming girl.
"Caramel, Caramel calm down! Screaming won't get you anywhere, just breath, okay, breath. Remember like that time you dragged me to your hula class? Be calm, like the teacher said, just calm down. You good? Okay." Just as fast as he'd scrambled into the back seat, he scrambled back into the front seat, feeling starved of answers that Shifty obviously knew.
"Alright Shifty, talk, what the hell is going on?" Shifty swerved onto a main road, where many HTFs were all walking.
"I dunno, but whatever it is, it's killer. I think it's taken out half the town already."
"What the hell is 'It'?"
"Is it the terrorists!" Caramel half cried, half screamed.
"It can't be terrorists, it's too high tech. I think whatever this is, it's from a different place."
"What, like Europe?" Shifty shot his brother a WTF look.
"NO LIFTY, NOT LIKE EUROPE!" The moment a moving vehicle pulled onto the road, HTFs ran after it by the dozen, some flinging themselves in front of the car, desperate for a lift, only to become HTF smoothie.
"Sheesh, what idiots. Lifty, when I said somewhere else, I meant, like, aliens. Yeah it sounds stupid, but how often does a giant robot come outta the ground with a giant lazar?"
"I think it happened once in an episode of Dr Who." Shifty blinked.
"Dr what?"
"You don't know about it? Oh Shifty, it's so cool! Caramel and Toffee showed it to me! Okay, there's this British guy, who's a time lord, and he flies around in this telephone box he calls The Tardis-"
"Lifty, I don't give a fuck about British TV! For the love of, ugh. Yo Caramel, how you doing back there?" Caramel had managed to stop screaming at last, and had a creepy blank face.
"I want Toffee." She said, hollowly.
"You want To- Caramel, aliens are killing animals, and you want candy? Sheesh, you're worse than Nutty." Lifty yanked Shiftys ear.
"You idiot, she means her friend! You know, Toffee the cat?" Shifty tried/ failed to hide his embarrassed expression.
"Uh, Caramel, we kinda gotta get away from here, so uh, we can't get your friend, sorry." Caramels face stayed blank.
"I want Toffee." She repeated, her voice unchanged.
"Look, I said we ca-"
"I want Toffee."
"But Caramel, we-"
"I want TOOOOOFFFFFFFFEEEEE!" She screamed, suddenly hysterical.
"Uh Caramel, it's kinda hard for me to concentrate on driving when you that that, so can you-"
"TAKE ME TO TOFFEE!" Shrieking her head off, she slammed her fists against the window.
"LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT I WANT MY FRIEND!"
"Shifty, just take her to Toffee!" Lifty yelled.
"Alright, alright, just shut her up."
"I WANT TOFFEE!"
"I KNOW, CARAMEL, THAT'S WERE WE'RE GOING!"
The roads were clear of HTFs by the time the stars had taken their place in the sky. Caramel was jumping up and down in her seat as they pulled into the driveway of her best friends house.
"C'mon, c'mon Shifty, park faster!" Before Shifty had stopped the car, Caramel had already leaped out and running through the, surprisingly, unlocked door. Shifty massaged his temples, sighing heavily.
"Dude, chill out. Look, you can't blame her for freaking out. She's just a kid, and you know how close those two are."
"Sigh, whatever, bro. Look, I gotta massive headache. Let's just camp out here and get back on the road in the morning." Shifty stumbled groggily out of the car and walked over to the house, where he could hear Caramel calling out for Toffee. Lifty walked inside and called out as well, while Shifty sank his face into a pillow.
"None of Toffees' family is here, the place is deserted." Lifty reported. Caramel appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Is she dead?"
"No, Caramel, she aint. Look, there's a killer robot setting everything on fire, she's probably ran away somewhere safe. And Lifty, her family aint here cos they went to Happy Tree England with Caramels' parents, remember?" Shifty heaved himself up, and walked over to the kitchen.
"And she took all the food outta the fridge, the bitch."
"Hey, Toffee isn't a bitch, Shifty!"
"Caramel, I was joking. Alright, gimmi the box of food you packed, let's just eat and sleep, okay?" Caramel handed Shifty the box, still looking annoyed about what he called Toffee.
"Okay, what did you pack? Three bottles of water, ketchup, peanut butter, Tabasco, mustard, expired milk, Caramel I said pack food, you idiot!" Caramel sat on a chair.
"That's all that was in your fridge." Lifty sat down next to her, while Shifty was staring at the array of sauces.
"Uh, food. What can we do for- Oh wait, there's bread over there. Okay, there's two pieces for me, two for Lifty, two for Caramel, one for the house." He tossed the bread slice across the table, failing to be funny. He then grabbed a spoon and started ladling peanut butter onto the bread.
"Okay, sandwiches for all. Lifty, how much do you want?"
"Shifty, I'm allergic to peanuts." Shifty looked at his brother, and then laughed slightly.
"Ha, yeah since when?" Lifty stared at Shifty.
"Birth." Shifty stared into nowhere for three seconds, then tossed some plain bread at Liftys face.
"Okay, just eat the bread then."
"I'm not hungry."
"Alright, fine. Me and Caramel are having peanut butter sandwiches, you want jelly on yours, Caramel?"
"Shifty, two things. One, I call it jam, not jelly, and two, I'm not hungry either."
"Oh, you're not hungry? Fine." Shifty grabbed the four slices of plain bread and the two smothered in peanut butter and hurled them at the nearest window, the peanut butter making the two slices slowly slide down the window.
"Okay, you know what, we'll fine Toffee, and then we're getting you to your parents, Caramel. Everything's gonna be okay, it'll all be, totally, okay..."