I iz writing this chappie while babysitting. Crikey, babysitting iz the GREATEST job ever invented. You get paid to watch TV and eat other peoples food, what's not to like? And mah buddeh Pheobie is reading over my shoulder as I write this. Sheesh, first it's my sister, then my friend, who's next, my grandmother?
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I'M FEELING HYPER, EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
The death of the day had at last come, and nigh time was born. Stars glittered throughout the sky, now even more visible, as not a single mechanical light was shining. A beautiful, silver moon hung in the sky like a Christmas decoration. Too bad no one could see it, as all the living creatures hid in the shadows, fearing their next move may be their last. Not even owls and wolves cried to the heavens. Even the bugs were laying low after the day's events, although the biting ones hadn't quite got the whole 'Alien Invasion' message. Slapping a mosquito, Shifty lumped a mattress into the basement, littered with sports equipment and generally just random stuff. In one corner there appeared to be the Leaning Tower Of Pizza Boxes, in another, The Great Wall Of CDS. Just when Shifty had finally managed to reach the bottom of the steps without a scratch, Lifty the tumbled down the stairs carrying two duvets. The pieces of warm fabric floated on top of the body of Lifty, muffling his swearing slightly.
"Ah fuck, cut my arm." Lifty lifted his green arm to the slight, showing a bad cut scorched right into the elbow.
"Ah it'll be fine. Hell, it'll be healed by tomorrow like always. Hey Caramel, hurry up already!"A pillow monster waddled down the steps, with two big purple ears poking out.
"Well excuse me, but you're not the one carrying eight zillion pillows, are you?" The pillow monster named Caramel reached the floor, dropped all the pillows on the ground and straightened her now crooked flower.
"Can't we sleep upstairs? I like sleeping on wooden floors, not concrete." Shifty sighed at her.
"I saw on this Earthquake documentary that sleeping in basements is the safest thing you can do, so we're staying down here. Lifty yawned and stretched.
"Whatever, man. Hey Caramel, your friend got any soda down here?" Caramel stared at Lifty, her face blanker than an artist with art block. Lifty pinched his nose in frustration.
"I mean fizzy pop." Caramel smacked her head.
"Oh yeah, right! Hey, don't look at me like that, the British soul runs through my veins!"
"Then chow down on a jumbo cheeseburger and get more American."
"Ew, no way! Fast food burgers suck!"
"You guys are such morons!" Shifty yelled out of the blue.
"We're being attacked by alien, robot... Elephant things, and you're complaining about SODA? For God's sake, pull yourselves together!" The elder twin breathed heavily. Lifty locked his eyes with Shiftys' in a hateful glare off. Caramel fidgeted.
"... You know what, if you two need me, I'll just be hiding under the pizza boxes, ciao!" The girl dived into the safety of the greasy cardboard, leaving the brothers to their stare off.
"... You done yet?" Lifty asked after about a minute.
"Ha ha, very funny." Shifty muttered.
"Like you'd know what funny is! Me and Caramel both know what the hell is going on, we're just not acting like an emo prick about it!
"Hey, I aint emo!"
"What, you aint gonna punish yourself from side tracking away from the worlds' doom?"
"... Just get the beds set up." Shifty shoved is hat over his eyes and walked towards the many mattresses and pillows, snatching his own share and causing a pillow avalanche and skulking off toward a corner. He could feel Liftys' eyes burning into the back of his skull. What did that moron know, anyway? He always had to joke around, always had to pretend nothing was wrong. Sure that would usually make great distractions for stealing things, but that wouldn't help them in an apocalypse.
He glanced over his shoulder. Caramel was balancing on the pillows and mattresses, a pizza box on her head, quoting scenes from the Hangover, while Lifty attempted to knock her down with a CD Frisbee. Shifty groaned, a little too loudly, as Caramel noticed.
"Uh Lifty, I think I'll hit the hay... Well in this case, concrete floor and mattress." Lifty quickly nabbed the biggest pillow.
"Whatever, but be careful where you sleep, the almighty Shifty might see it as a threat if you don't lie down in a 180* angle!" Caramel took no notice and plopped herself in what looked like a rather uncomfortable position in a corner, peeling off her hoodie and burying herself under her duvet mountain. Lifty shot Shifty one last look, before ripping off is denim jacket, rolling himself in the duvet like a burrito and closing his eyes. Shifty lay with his eyes stretched open for what seemed like hours (really ten minutes) before daring to take off his own leather jacket, slipping the gun under his pillow, and staring at the ceiling. They'd quite stupidly left the lights on, but somehow Caramel and Lifty had managed to doze off. Caramel was mumbling something random in her sleep, and Lifty was snoring the house down. He just couldn't understand it, how could they be so calm? Well, sure Caramel was screaming her head off earlier, but that really only lasted for five minutes, and Lifty just wanted some answers, before returning to his usual jokey mood. So many thoughts were in Shiftys' head, buzzing like a swarm of angry bees, not resting until he knew everything was safe...
Why? He knew if he died he'd come back to life the next day anyway, why was he so concerned for their well being? Sure, dying wasn't exactly comfortable, but he knew nothing would happen, right?
Something just didn't feel right. He just felt something was wrong, and it WASN'T the fact that they'd been attacked by robots from the ground, driving with a screaming preteen for four hours, or finding out that his brother had a peanut butter allergy in one day. Something just didn't feel normal, and he knew he wouldn't rest till that feeling went away, he just wouldn't, he couldn't, he... can't...
"Shifty, Shifty wake up!" Flinching as something jabbed him in the ribs and a male voice spoke urgently into his ear. He swatted this annoyance away, only to get an avalanche of greesy pizza boxes dumped on him.
"Gwah! Lifty, what the eff?" Shifty stumbled off the floor, back aching, cursing at himself for falling asleep and nose full of the unpleasant aroma of old processed cheese. Lifty was probably chewing back a laugh, but the dark hid that.
"Shifty, look outside, something's moving!" Lifty steered his half asleep older brother to the glass trapdoor that showed them the outside world, and pointed to something in the distance. Rubbing the last of his sleep out of his eyes and squinted. It was a flickering light, very far away, and looked eerie yellow. Shifty shuffled away.
"Calm down, dude. Probably just someone trying to find some shelter, go back to sleep. By the way, how come you woke up anyway?"
"That's kinda why I woke YOU up. There was this scraping sound, too heavy to be an animal, and it was still going when I looked outside, but all I saw was that light. I've been up for like, thirty minutes watching it, and it hasn't moved." Shifty did blink, but shrugged it off.
"Just your nerves. Look, make like Caramel and sleep!" Shifty waved his arm in the direction of Caramel, who was twisted up like a pretzel in the duvet, with a pillow on her face.
"... Okay, not exactly like that. Look, just sleep alrea-" A roaring, screeching noise filled the air, followed by the screams from Lifty. Shifty was too busy clutching his pointy ears to make a sound. The pile of purple raccoon and duvets sprang to life, and let off a hifg pitch scream. Somehow, Shifty managed to stumble towads the window, saw nothing but flying debris for a few seconds, before being blinded by the brightest light he'd ever seen. He let go of his ears to rub his aching eyes, before returning them back to his ears for protection. Spots were everywhere in his eye balls, making it impossible to see clearly. He could make out a green blob and a purple blob pressed together, which he gathered were Caramel and Lifty hugging eachother. Letting go of his ears, he gave the two a push and motioned them to follow him. The house started to shake and wobble the second they got up. Half running and half stumbling, Shifty pushed them both through a door, containing the boiler, before diving in himself and slamming the door shut. The ruffled rumbles of falling debris and breaking glass haunted them for half an hour.
"Did we just die?" Caramel whispered.