You know, I've had this chapter on my computer for a long time. I could tell you the story about how a dragon raged through my house and stole my internet and hung a calendar in its place, but that doesn't make up for not posting this sooner. I originally planned to have this as two chapters, but I didn't feel like it. I combined both chapters, and I lengthened it to just under 6,000 words. Hopefully you all die…from laughter. Enjoy. Oh! I don't hate Hope or have anything against him. Unfortunately, he will get beat up a lot along with other characters.
-11:10pm Farron Residence-
"Well, since it's already late, I say we break night." Lightning suggested.
"We can't break night because then the day would go on forever!" exclaimed a distressed Serah.
"I meant we should stay up late Serah…"
"Oh. Well then, continue."
"I was pretty much done. Does anyone else have something to say?"
"I do." a mysterious voice cut in.
The children turned their attention to the entrance of Mrs. Farron's, not so secret, underground storage facility to see Lightning and Serah's parents emerge with delectable treats in hand.
"Do any of you kids want…Eidolon Pops?" asked Mr. Farron.
"What are those?" the kids asked in unison.
"Well, you see, me and the misses here decided to make these oh so delicious treats for you all out of the kindness of our parenting hearts. According to The Children Speak, children like sweets. Needless to say, you all should enjoy them." said Mr. Farron while holding six Eidolon Pops.
'Wait a second,' thought Serah. 'There're only six of them! That means one of us won't get one…but who?'
"Let's start with you." Mr. Farron said.
'Surely Snow won't get one.'
"Here you go Snow," Mr. Farron started. "It breaks into two. I call them the Shiva Sisters. For some reason, it seems like you deserve two."
"Gee willikers Mr. Farron! Thanks a bunch! I'll call one Stiria and the other Nix." said a grateful Snow.
'So I was wrong, but surely Lightning won't get one. She only likes rice flavored ice pops.'
"Here you go Claire. Knowing your preference for ice pops, your mother and I made this special rice flavored one for you. This one is called Odin and resembles that plushie you like to drag everywhere."
"Heavens to Betsy, you finally remembered something about me! Thanks parents!" said Lightning.
'No need to get disgruntled, he hasn't passed them all out yet. Sazh definitely won't get one because he's way older than us!'
"Here ya go Sazh. You get one because you have this aura of cool about you. It's as if you live down the street or something. I call yours Brynhildr."
"Etro love a duck! Thank you Mr. Farron!" exclaimed Sazh.
Once half of the Eidolon Pops were distributed, Serah began to get desperate. Her reasons for why the others shouldn't get one started to get ridiculous.
'Fang can't get one because her teeth are too sharp! She'll bite right through her hand!'
"Here you go Fang. Although I've only met you today, I feel that you should have one. The feeling of dirt poor radiates from you. It would be wrong of me to refuse you an Eidolon Pop. I present to you, Bahamut."
"Shut my mouth and call me Sally! You sure are a saint Mr. Farron!" said an overjoyed Fang.
'Calm down Serah, there's still two left. Now I know Hope won't get one because…'cause his hair's not normal! What normal kid has silver hair?'
"Ah Hope. You were always my favorite out of my girls' group of friends. You're such a good boy. And so I present to you, the most normal named Eidolon Pop, Alexander."
"Solid Jackson Mr. Farron, you da man!" exclaimed Hope.
'It's down to me and Vanille. She can't get one because…there's only one left!'
"And finally here's one for you, Vanille. I call yours Heca…ta..ca..da... Hold on I gotta get this right. I call yours Hecaton…ca?"
"Dear you named it Hecatoncheir. Remember?" said Mrs. Farron.
"Ah yes! Yours is called Hecaton…ca…er? Ah, whatever, just eat it!"
"Good golly! Thanks a million Mr. Farron! I'll call it Hecaton for short." said Vanille.
'Oh no! They're all gone!' thought a dejected Serah. "Where's mine dad?"
"Ah yes, you. I've got something extra special for my youngest daughter." Reaching into his back pocket, Mr. Farron pulled out the "special" treat. "Here, it's a juice pouch." said Mr. Farron as he tossed it to Serah.
In her hands was no juice pouch. The truth was, while Mr. and Mrs. Farron were working on the Eidolon Pops, they forgot all about Serah. There was no time to come up with a new Eidolon, so Mr. Farron thought of the next best thing. Right when he had finished passing out all of the treats, Mr. Farron quickly remembered the freezie he was saving for himself in his back pocket. Expecting it to still be frozen, he pulled it out to find that it was the opposite of frozen. It was in fact very warm. Not one to be taken as a fool, Mr. Farron blurted out the first thing that came to mind. And that is why Serah is now holding a "juice pouch".
"Dad, this is a melted freezie! And it's banana flavored. I hate bananas."
"Nonsense! It's definitely a juice pouch. And I swear by the Goddess Etro, I saw you eat a whole pack of bananas last night! I was thinking all about you when your mother and I made these. Well kids, I've done my job. If you need me I'll be in the…kitchen?" Mr. Farron didn't bother to wait for them to acknowledge what he said. He simply left to the…kitchen?
Now everybody sat there munching on their respective Eidolon Pops, well, except for Serah. Fang was the first one to finish. True to Serah's ridiculous excuse, Fang's teeth were so sharp that she finished hers within a matter of seconds. She almost bit through her hand, but just almost. It was there that Fang sat with her hand in her mouth when she looked up to see Mrs. Farron wearing a moogle apron. This seemed to jog her memory.
"Ah Mrs. Farron, I forgot to tell you." started Fang. "Your moogle cooking skills are wicked! That moogle was slammin'!"
"Oh? You've tasted my moogle?"
"Yeah, Lightning brought some up to the tree house."
Just then, Lightning's ear twitched at the conversation. Bolting up right, she pointed an accusing finger at her mother. "So it was you! You killed Mog!"
"Oh dear! Oh dear! I said nothing!" Mrs. Farron said frantically while waving her hands in front of her face. Sweating profusely, she retreated to the woman cave.
Still in shock, Light just stood there eating her rice flavored Eidolon Pop.
-11:30pm Kitchen-
Once everyone had finished the treats Mr. Farron provided, they moved into the kitchen to tell scary stories. They all thought that the most ominous place to be was in fact the kitchen. All seven of them were gathered in front of an open fridge. The fridge was open because, one, it provided a dim light and, two, a cold chill emanated from it.
"It was called, the Neochu." started Fang.
"Why was it called the Neochu? What is this story about? Are you sure you're starting at the beginning Fang?" asked a puzzle Lightning.
"Yeah, this definitely doesn't sound like the beginning. What color is it? Does it have eyes? If it does, how many? Tell me the exact length of its teeth…in yards." exclaimed Hope.
"What's the white cell count of this Neochu? Does its fur grow 35 centimeters every month? Does this type of creature grow a thicker coat in the winter? Does it even have fur? Well, Fang, does it?" asked Sazh.
'Great Scott!' thought Serah. 'If I don't ask a question, I'll seem like a loser!' "Does it have a tail?" she asked.
An eerie silence settled upon the group. Lightning was the first to speak.
"Of course it has a tail, silly. You shouldn't have even opened your mouth." said Lightning.
"Did that squirrel take out a chunk of your brain when it ripped out your hair?" Vanille sarcastically asked.
"Serah, you're starting to sound like a loser." Hope chimed in.
"What about Snow? He didn't even ask a question." Serah said trying to defend herself.
"Unlike some people, he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut." Lightning stated.
Fang cut in before they could make fun of Serah further. "To all of your questions, I don't know! Well, all of your questions except for Serah's. Of course it has a tail. Everyone knows that."
"Well, since Fang is so terrible at coming up with scary stories, I think I'll cut in." started Vanille. "It was called the Neochu."
"Wait a minute! That's exactly what I said!" exclaimed Fang
"There's an obvious difference in her story." Lightning began. "You sounded like you were about to end the story, whereas Vanille sounded like she was just beginning. There's no need for us to ask questions because we know we're going to get answers."
While Lightning was explaining to Fang why Vanille's story was superior, Mr. Farron decided to make an appearance from the laundry room. In his hands he carried what seemed to be broken dishes.
'These kids are at it again. When are they going to learn to speak their age?' thought Mr. Farron as he walked towards the group sitting on the floor. Deciding to let his presence be known Mr. Farron said, "Hello children. I couldn't help but to overhear you all speaking intelligently."
"Dad? I thought you were in the kitchen somewhere, perhaps in a cabinet or the freezer. Why were you in the laundry room? I thought mom washes the clothes." said Lightning.
"Oh Claire, you're completely right. Your mother does wash the clothes, but sadly I'm in charge of washing the dishes. You see, in that room I just came from there's a machine that does the same thing as the machine in the kitchen but better, or so I thought. I put the dishes in there and they did come out clean." Mr. Farron said as he held up a pile of broken dishes. "They just didn't come out looking the same as they went in. By that I mean they're all broken. And since you probably didn't understand what I just said Serah, I'll simplify it. Washing machine for clothes. Dishwasher for dishes. Dishes now all broken. Who wants to help me superglue them together?"
Thinking it was similar to an arts and crafts activity, all of the children quickly raised their hands.
"Alright then. Why don't you all go wait in the living room while I go and fetch each of you your own individual superglue sticks. I should warn you all that this stuff is dangerous and should be kept away from your eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. Possibly hair as well."
-12:02am Living Room-
"Where's Mr. Farron with those superglue sticks?" asked Sazh. "We've been sitting here for seven whole minutes!"
As if on cue, Mr. Farron arrived with a basket full of broken dishes and superglue sticks. "Sorry I'm late kiddos. I had to explain to the misses why all of the dishes were missing and why I needed seven superglue sticks. Apparently a story about ducks and turtles was enough to confuse her. Although I have no idea what ducks or turtles are. But if my hunch is right, they're closely related to the tortoise. At least the turtles are; I still have no idea what ducks are."
Shortly after Mr. Farron's pathetic excuse as to why he took so long, each child had their own superglue stick and pile of broken dishes. Once the children began working, Mr. Farron thought about his decision to give every child a glue stick. "Hmm." Mr. Farron started. "Claire, I think you should take Serah's glue stick. I feel that she's too young to have one right now."
"Too young? You gave Hope and Vanille glue sticks!" Serah cried.
"Yes but they're probably two days older than you or something. Wow, that sounded much better in my head. Anyways back to the point. Give Claire glue stick. You too young."
Defeated by her father's logic, Serah reluctantly handed her glue stick to Lightning.
"Now Serah, don't look so sad," Mr. Farron started. Reaching into his back pocket of endless wonders he continued. "Here, you can use these melted gummy moogles to piece your plate together."
Being the little geniuses that they are, the children pieced together their broken dishes in record time. Although they may be geniuses, they're still kids. Something bad was bound to happen.
Sweating from his hard work, Snow lifted his right arm to wipe off the sweat from his brows. In the process of doing so, he brought the superglue stick across his eyes. As he tried to open his eyes to look at his plate, Snow found his attempts futile. 'Hmm, this is weird. It seems my eyes have stopped working. Yes, this is the only possible solution as to what is happening right now. Etro I sounded muy inteligente. Making up languages is a good start Snow.'
Without his vision, Snow simply sat there and complimented himself repeatedly…in his new language.
Finding the situation unbearable, Hope finally decided to do something about that irritable boogie in his nose. Raising up his right index finger, he began the boogie removal process but stopped midway through. 'Wait a darn tootin' minute. I don't want anybody actually seeing me put my finger up my nose. I've got to hide it…but how?' He suddenly thought of a fool proof idea. 'I have a glue stick! I can use it to hide my finger. It'll be in front of my nose, so when I stick my finger up there, nobody will see me picking it!' Putting his plan into action, Hope placed the glue stick near his nose but was momentarily distracted. Instead of shoving up his finger as he had planned, he mistakenly shoved in his glue stick. 'Oh my…what have I done? Not only did I fail my mission, but now my nose hurts worse than when I got the shorts beatin' off of me! I had to wear pants the rest of the day! Etro, I hope I don't have to put pants on my nose!'
Hope just sat there, not knowing what to do with the super glue stick shoved up his nose. He's a good boy, but that doesn't make him smart.
Now Fang just couldn't put her plate together. She was having a hard time trying to put the pieces in the right place. Placing the super glue stick she held in her mouth, Fang contemplated a way out of her predicament. 'Maybe I can see how everyone else is doing it. Let's see…besides Vanille, Light is the smartest person I know. I'll see how she's doing with her plate.' Fang turned her head to see the most horrible sight she's ever seen. Lightning was already finished with two plates. 'Oh no! Lightning's way ahead of me! I've gotta figure this plate thingy out now! Okay, Fang, you can do this.' With new resolve, Fang randomly shoved pieces together and, surprisingly, they fit. She continued at this pace, all the while fiercely gnawing on the glue stick with her sharp canines. 'Okay, now to actually glue them together!' She attempted to remove the glue stick from her mouth…with no results. 'Oh Goddess Etro, why? Just when I got the hang of the plate thingy too…'
Was it mentioned that although Hope isn't too smart, Fang isn't the brightest either? Well, now you know.
About to start on her third plate, Lightning took a moment to admire her work. 'Etro, I'm awesome. Yup, that's exactly the word that describes me. Although the persistent itching in both of my ears have been bothering me for a while now. I should take care of that.' Feeling a little embarrassed about sticking both of her index fingers in her ears, Lightning resorted to using both of the glue sticks she was given. Needless to say, you can guess what happened next. 'Aw fiddlesticks! Not again! Why does dad even let me have these things?'
You see, Lightning is notorious for not being able to handle super glue sticks. Something bad always happened to her. Once, she even super glued her foot to the floor. It was very painful. And you'd think she would have learned from her mistakes.
As you know, Sazh is the cool third grader from down the street. He only finished half a plate. It wasn't because his intelligence could be compared to Fang's (not so bright), but because he's a laid back guy. Why should he rush things when taking his time is so much more pleasant? 'Ah, I've got that darn itch again. Maybe I should stop letting things live in my hair.' Thinking it would be much more effective, Sazh lifted the glue stick to the itchy patch of his scalp. And what do you know, it got stuck. 'This is why you shouldn't take the easy way out.' Sazh thought.
There's not much to be said here. Sazh joined the rest of the numbskulls in their torment.
'Man this is hard!' thought Serah. 'How on Cocoon am I supposed to stick these pieces together with melted gummy moogles? The plate would just break apart in seconds! Sometimes I think dad's on the same intelligence level as Fang. Maybe someone is willing to lend me their super glue stick…' Serah brought up her head and turned to the rest of the group. "Is anyone done using their glue-"Before she could finish her sentence, Serah saw a glorious sight. In front of her were the tormented souls of Snow, Hope, Fang, Lightning, and Sazh. Yes, it was a wonderful sight indeed. 'They finally feel my pain…sort of. I feel much better about my hair now.'
"Did you say something Serah?" asked Lightning.
"I think she asked for a glue stick." Hope chimed in with a nasally voice.
"You can use my glue stick Serah. Just guide me with your voice." said a blind Snow.
"Mmph mmh mmmmm!" was Fang's attempt at words.
"You guys did something stupid with the super glue sticks too?" asked Sazh as he tried to pull out the glue stick from his hair.
"What? I can't hear anybody because I have glue sticks in my ears!" Lightning yelled.
"Hey guys, I just finished four plates. How many do you guys have- Whoa! What happened here?" asked an inquisitive Vanille.
"Well," started Hope in his nasally voice. "I think it's fairly obvious what happened. We were idiots. 'Nuff said."
-12:17am Underground Storage Facility (Woman Cave)-
After putting the final touches on her latest project, Mrs. Farron went to retire for the night.
'I'm so glad I finished the F-Bomb today. Oh dear, it's getting late. I should get the children to bed now.'
Emerging from the woman cave, Mrs. Farron found her way to the living room.
'I expect that the man of the house has everything under control. Yup the sight that will eventually reach my eyes will be that of an orderly household.'
Things never go the way they're planned.
Mrs. Farron was horror stricken. The sight of Lightning with two glue sticks in her ears was terrifying. Never mind all the other children that were in a similar situation, Lightning was more important.
"Claire, what did I tell you about using superglue sticks? After the last incident, you were forbidden from ever using them again. Heck, even before the last incident you were forbidden! Do you remember that Claire? Remember that day when I found you hanging from the fan because you super glued your fingernail to it? You were so sick to your stomach that by the time your father got you down, you threw up on his hair! Do you know what happened to that puke Claire? It ran down your father's shirt and into his pants. For a month, he was convinced his favorite pair of undies were ruined. That meant for a whole month your father did nothing but read daily issues of Man Cave and watch nothing but recordings of the Moogle Bowl. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"What? Did you say something mother?" asked a deaf Lightning.
"Oh, so this child wants to get smart with me? That's it Claire, you're getting the punishment of a lifetime!" said Mrs. Farron.
Before she could issue any extreme punishment, Mr. Farron cut her off.
"Wait! It wasn't her fault! I let it happen." admitted Mr. Farron.
"Wait a minute, you were here when this happened?" Mrs. Farron asked.
"Yeah, dad was here the whole time." Serah piped in.
"So from what Serah said, you were here the whole time and did nothing to stop this? What were you doing while this happened?"
"Well you see… I was reading the weekly issue of Woman Cave and I was just about to pick out the tile for your facility."
With that excuse, all was forgiven.
"Okay, that makes sense, but how are we going to fix this?"
"Well that's easy for Sazh. All he has to do is cut out the glue stick from his hair." said Serah.
"And end up like you? Serah, when that squirrel viciously chewed off your hair, you looked like you fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch down! There's no way my hair is going to look like yours!"
"Sazh has a point Serah." said Vanille. "Mrs. Farron, isn't there a way you could help them out without torturing them?"
"I was just going to pull out the glue sticks and hope for the best; but since you asked so nicely, I could get that glue stick remover solution I was working on a week ago."
With the help of Mrs. Farron's invention, the children were set free from their torment and sent to bed.
-12:30 Upstairs-
"Let's see. We need to decide who sleeps in my room and who sleeps in Serah's room." said Lightning.
From downstairs Mr. Farron yelled, "Remember girls, no boys in your room except for Hope. He's the only exception."
"Snow, Sazh…you guys are gonna have to sleep in the guest bedroom down the hall." said Lightning.
"That's no biggie Light! We'll be just fine." said Snow confidently.
"Do keep in mind that the air conditioning is broken in that room. So it might get a bit chilly. Oh and if you hear your specific name being whispered, it's only the pipes in the walls. And one more thing, if you feel something touching you, it's only the gravitational forces pulling the lint from the ceiling."
"Um, is there anything else we need to know?" asked Sazh.
"Stay away from dark portals beckoning you to come closer."
"What did you say?" asked a frightened Sazh.
"Er, my dog died in that room?"
"What's a dog?" asked Snow.
"Good night Snow. Come on Fang, let's go to bed."
"Wait! Light, I want to go with you too!" exclaimed Hope.
"Fine, but you have to sleep under the bed!"
'I bet I can find some of Lightning's hair under there.' "That's fine with me Light!" said an overjoyed Hope.
"I guess you're going with me Vanille." said Serah. "Good night everyone!"
-12:35am Entrance to the Guest Bedroom-
"This is it I guess." said Snow.
"Yup, well you first Snow." said Sazh.
"What? No way! You go first!"
"Why do I have to go first?"
"You're older!"
"That's not a reason!"
Suddenly the door opened on its own and both Snow and Sazh found themselves being pushed into the room. When they were both in, the door slammed shut and locked.
"I guess that solves our problem." said Snow.
"You said it." said a trembling Sazh. "Lightning wasn't kidding when she said it'd be cold in here."
"So which side do you want to sleep on?" asked Snow.
"Um, I uh-"
Before Sazh could answer he heard a mysterious whisper emanating from a dark corner.
"You want to sleep on the left side Sazh…"
"I want to sleep on the left side Snow."
"Oh, that's cool. I'll just take the right."
As Snow went to the right side of the bed he was stopped by the sound of a whisper emanating from yet another dark corner.
"You want to sleep on the floor Snow…"
"You know what Sazh…I changed my mind. I'm going to sleep on the floor now. Good night-"
"Don't say good night to Sazh…"
"What was that Snow?"
"Uh…good night…myself."
"Oh, okay. Well then good night-"
"Don't say good night to Snow…"
"Good night…Aunt Hilda."
After what seemed like 9.5 minutes a dark portal opened in the wall and beckoned to Sazh and Snow.
"Sazh. Snow. Come through this portal and join us…"
"Snow, I think we're going to be up all night."
At the same time…
-12:35am Serah's Room-
It was way past her usual bedtime, but Vanille couldn't go to sleep just yet. So she turned over and decided to see if Serah was still awake.
"Serah, are you awake?" whispered Vanille.
There was no response.
Poking Serah's bald spot, Vanille asked again. "Serah, are you awake?"
"Yes, I'm awake Vanille." said a grumpy Serah.
"Oh good. There's something I've been dying to tell you."
"What is it?"
"I heard from Fang and Lightning that Mrs. Bresha dropped the F-Bomb during class three days ago!"
Suddenly feeling way more awake Serah sat up and turned to Vanille. "What? She dropped the F-Bomb? No way!"
"Way." said Vanille.
"But why?"
Before Vanille could answer, Mrs. Farron busted through Serah's door.
"Who dropped the F-Bomb?" asked Mrs. Farron.
"Mrs. Bresha did." stated Vanille.
"That's impossible. I just finished it before I put you kids to bed!" exclaimed Mrs. Farron. "You see, the F-Bomb is composed of fluorine. Fluorine is the most reactive element in the periodic table. It reacts with hydrogen at -253°C to produce a strong explosion. If Mrs. Bresha dropped the F-Bomb during class, everyone in that room would have been highly injured."
"But mom, even if the explosion is strong I think only the people in close proximity of the explosion would be injured." said Serah.
"Ah yes, that would be true if it wasn't in the form of a bomb. For you see I've made the F-Bomb so powerful that the radius of the explosion is 15 square miles. When I said highly injured, I meant those kids would be obliterated. And Mrs. Bresha wouldn't be alive to tell the tale either."
"Ah shucks Mrs. Farron. I meant to say Mrs. Bresha said the F-word during class. I guess I was just influenced by the slang of my generation." said Vanille.
"Oh…well just forget everything I've said about an F-Bomb." said Mrs. Farron.
"How do you expect us to do that?" asked Serah.
Mrs. Farron sighed. "I was hoping it didn't have to come to this."
Putting on her sunglasses Mrs. Farron proceeded to pull out her Forget Everything I've Said ray and blasted both Serah and Vanille.
"Good night girls." said Mrs. Farron to the now fast asleep duo.
Making her way out of the room, Mrs. Farron stopped at the stairs and looked toward the guest bedroom.
'I hope those boys are okay. I'm sure they did remember…"
At the same time…
-12:35 Lightning's Room-
"Hey Hope, I'll show you mine if you show me yours." said Fang.
"No way! Yours is probably gross!" said a horrified Hope.
"Nuh uh! I washed my hands."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Well since I washed my hands beforehand it shouldn't be gross! And besides, if mine is gross, yours is just as icky!"
"Fine, on the count of three. One…. Two… Three!"
On three both Fang and Hope pulled out the pictures they drew from behind their backs.
"I guess you were right Fang. Your picture is clean."
"What were you expecting?"
"I don't know, bugs, pesticide or maybe dirt."
"Why would you think that?"
"You live in a tree house!"
"All right you guys, knock it off!" yelled Lightning. "Hope, hurry up and get under the bed and Fang, you're only allowed to sleep on the bottom corner of my bed."
"But Light, you don't even use most of your bed!"
"I said the bottom corner Fang."
"Fine." said a defeated Fang.
"Good." said Lightning. Turning perpendicular to the bed, Lightning proceeded to go to sleep on top of the covers with her limbs hanging off the sides. 'I feel like I forgot to do something.' thought Lightning as she drifted off to sleep.
Within minutes, Fang was also fast asleep. Unlike Lightning, she fell asleep under the covers. After all, for Fang, it's not every day she got to sleep under a real blanket.
Hope was a different story. He was too busy collecting Lightning's hair to go to sleep. Unbeknownst to him, a trap door was slowly opening under Light's bed.
"Ah!" screamed Hope as he felt someone grab onto his leg.
"Who are you? Let go of my leg!"
"Hope? It's me."
"Mr. Farron? Are you the Boogey Man?"
"The Boogey Man? Pssh! That's preposterous! I'm just pulling your leg." 'Heh, literally.' thought Mr. Farron. "Anyway, you should get back to sleep. See you at breakfast!"
'Maybe I should get some sleep. I'll finish collecting Light's hair later.' Curling up into a ball, Hope fell fast asleep.
It was thirty minutes later that Hope found himself jostled awake.
"Mr. Farron let go of my leg. It's not funny!"
"You must have me mistaken boy. I'm not Mr. Farron. I'm who you might call…the Boogey Man." said the actual Boogey Man.
"Mr. Farron I said it's not funny." said Hope as he pulled his leg back.
Grabbing both of his legs the Boogey Man proceeded to say, "Not funny huh? Turn around and see for yourself."
Hope turned his head and was horrified. He was in fact looking at the Boogey Man who, at the moment, was pulling his legs into a dark portal that was on the wall.
Once he was halfway through the portal, Hope became desperate. "I'll do anything you want! Just let me go!" he cried.
"Anything?"
"Yes anything!"
"Mention this incident at breakfast."
"At breakfast? Why?" asked a puzzled Hope.
"You'll see."
"And if I don't?"
"The next time you go to bed I'll pull you through this portal and you'll become my slave for all eternity!"
"What does being your slave for all eternity entail?"
"Oh, you know. You would have to wash my clothes, wash my feet, do hard labor…"
'That doesn't sound too bad.'
"And wear pants!"
"I don't want to wear pants for all eternity! My legs will be too hot! It's a deal Mr. Boogey Man! I'll mention this at breakfast."
"Good. Sleep boy. You'll have an interesting breakfast ahead of you."
-9:32am Dining Room-
"I don't know about you guys, but I slept well." said a fully rested Fang.
"Me too." added Lightning.
"I don't know. Vanille and I were talking before we went to breakfast and we both agree that it feels like we forgot something." said Serah.
"I can't put my finger on it, but I feel that your mom had something to do with it Lightning." said Vanille.
"I was told by the Boogey Man to mention my experience last night." said Hope. "Last night I was sleeping when all of a sudden something pulled at my leg. I thought it was Mr. Farron again but no, it was the Boogey Man trying to pull me through a dark portal."
At the mention of a dark portal, both Sazh and Snow stiffened.
"Hope, you got nothin' on what me and Snow went through last night." said Sazh.
Both Sazh and Snow had blood shot eyes due to a lack of sleep. And they both kept looking over their shoulder towards the guest bedroom.
'The Boogey man must have been talking about them.' thought Hope. "What happened?"
"Well you see," started Snow. "We-"
Before he could tell the tale of what happened last night, Mrs. Farron walked in.
"What do you kids want for breakfast?"
"Ooh, I want pound cake Mrs. Farron." said Vanille.
"Pound cake? How do you make that?" asked Mrs. Farron.
"Oh you know. You just add a pound of flour, a pound of baking powder, a pound of eggs, a pound of milk, and a pound of butter. Oh! You also have to add a pound of bread!"
"Thank Etro I buy things in bulk. I'll work on that right now."
"Wait! Don't forget to cook it for only fifteen minutes." added Vanille.
"I'll be sure to remember that." said Mrs. Farron as she retreated to the woman cave.
-9:42 Woman Cave-
Mrs. Farron had all the ingredients mixed in a very large bowl together…except for the bread. She had no idea what to do with that.
You'd think that she'd make this in the kitchen, but Mrs. Farron had a thing for making everything in her underground storage facility.
"I have no idea what to do with this bread. Do I tear it into little pieces and stick it in the bowl or do I bake it to the side? I'll try both."
Mrs. Farron set the temperature to a random setting and shoved both pans of pound cake batter (one with bread pieces and the other without) and a lone loaf of bread into the oven. Fifteen minutes later she removed the pans of batter and the loaf of bread. Both of the pans of cake were still gooey but the one with the bread pieces was both gooey and lumpy. The bread was burnt to a black crisp.
"Oh shoot! This is supposed to be cake. I didn't put any sugar!" Fixing her mistake, Mrs. Farron sprinkled a pound of sugar on both of the pound cakes. "I wonder if I should feed them the cake or the bread. Well I guess the choice is obvious."
Upon arriving to the dining room, she served each child a scoop of lumpless gooey pound cake and a slice of bread…except for Serah. She instructed them to dip the burnt piece of bread into the gooey concoction.
"I'm sorry honey; I didn't have enough lumpless pound cake and bread for you. But don't worry, you can have the whole pan of lumpy pound cake for yourself."
One bite was all it took for everyone to glare daggers at Vanille. This was the worst breakfast they ever had…ever.
Sweating profusely, Vanille said, "Maybe you only had to have a pound of flour…"
Not satisfied with her breakfast, Lightning voiced her complaint. "Vanille this breakfast sucked. Dad, cook us something edible."
"I should have known that this would happen. Your mother is the worst cook on Cocoon. And it's true. Every adult was tested on this and your mother was the only one with a negative score. She managed to burn water!"
After Mr. Farron had saved the day with oatmeal, he asked the children what they wanted to do for the day.
No words were spoken throughout the group. They didn't even have to look at each other. All seven of them opened their mouths and said, "We want to go to the toy store!"
Most of this was written when I was half awake. I don't know if you can tell or not, but hopefully you didn't notice. Speaking of noticing things, have you noticed that Mr. and Mrs. Farron are only referred to as Mr. and Mrs. Farron. Since the game didn't reveal their names, I'm not gonna make something up. I mean if I did make something up, their names would probably be along the lines of Carl and Raegan. But Carl and Raegan would be spelled Charyl (it looks like Cheryl or something) and Rhaygain or something weird like that. I would never name my children that but if I had two dogs…
Here's a bone for chapter five and six. For chapter five, did you guys think that Snow and Sazh's sleep adventure ended there? And for chapter six, it's bring your daughter to work day.