An update! Whoa! What am I on?!
I promised Kawaii-Chibi-Kai that this would be published today! ... And it's five to midnight. Hey! It counts!
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Okay... So here it is. The monstosity that is chapter... Six? I don't even know. Enjoy... *Runs into a dark room and cries*
I've made up my mind. There is no purpose to life anymore.
When I finally managed to drag myself back downstairs, I discovered that Brooklyn had found Mystel at the exact moment I left the kitchen. They were both sitting at the kitchen table sipping strawberry milkshake and talking about how endangered the South-African blue spotted ground hog was. I was not happy, to say the least.
Then, at dinner time, Tyson and Max decided to start up an argument about which member of the Spice Girls was the 'hottest'. I just sat there, squirming awkwardly as I could just feel Bryan and Tala's glares burning into my soul... Whoa. That was deep.
But that was yesterday. And now I'm here, scowling at my alarm clock, lying in bed and complaining about life. Just my typical morning. However, now there's a difference: I have two very angry, very sadistic Russians on my case. Yay for me.
My alarm clock reads 11:23, and I intend on staying in bad for at least another millennia. After all, everyone likes bed, right?
Guess what. I'm wrong again. And when Mystel suddenly ran into my room shouting at me to 'Get up! It's nearly night time!' I literally considered just jumping out of the window and running away. Life just hates me, clearly.
"Raaaaaay! Get up or I'll sit on you!" Mystel demanded, narrowing his eyes. I pretended not to hear him and burrowed further down in my bed to prove my point: nothing will get me up. Not even a nuclear war. Not even Mystel sitting on my face.
Wait, where did that last part come from? Oh, yeah. The Egyptian had launched himself on my bed, and promptly sat on my face. Cheers, fate. Love you too.
"Mystel. Get the hell off. I mean it." I mumbled, praying that he wouldn't-
"Not until you get up." The blonde boy said stubbornly.
"How can I get up if you're holding me down?" Whoa! Logic, Mystel! You should try it sometime!
"I'm not holding your legs down, am I? Swing your legs out of bed first, duh!"
... I'm sorry. But I can't take it anymore. Surrounded by idiots with an IQ of one digit is seriously effecting my mental health.
I tried to push Mystel off me, but as I have the upper body strength of a kitten (hey! Pun! ... Please ignore me.) my pathetic attempt failed miserably. Not a surprise.
"Mystel. Move. Now." I growled. But my threatening tone wasn't as effective when he was sitting on my face.
"Get up then."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"No!"
"That trick doesn't work in real life." I rolled my eyes. What, did he think I was an idiot?
"But Ray! If I get up you'll just go back to sleep!" Mystel whined. Yeah, because after you suffocating me I'll definitely go back to sleep. God, he's dumb. In a nice, friendly way of course.
"I promise I won't. Pinky swear." I said, holding up by hand and whacking him in the face. What? I can't exactly see that I'm doing, can I?
"Fine. But if you do, I'll tip water on you." Mystel said, defeated, and jumped off my face.
Gasping, I ran my hair through my fingers, grateful for the sudden increase of oxygen. Mystel just stood on my carpet staring at me.
"Yes, I'm getting up!" I told him, standing up on shaky legs. Well, at least one good thing has come out of this: I know that he's recovered from his accident yesterday.
Nah. I don't care really.
"Mystel. I'm getting changed now. You can leave." I stared at him, raising an eyebrow. He blinked back at me. Yeah, because I was gonna let him stay while I got changed. Creep.
"Be quick. Any more than ten minutes and I'll set the fire nose on you." And with a final nod of his head, he strode out, weird clothing toga thing flapping behind him.
Fire hose? Actually, no. I don't want to know.
Eight minutes later (no, I didn't count. I'm not that sad... Mystel did.) I forced myself to exit my bedroom and practically dragged myself downstairs.
The kitchen was filled with excited chatter, one voice shrieking louder than the rest. Of course it was Ming-Ming; she'd probably found a spider or something. Or not- any small creature would be terrified to enter Bryan and Tala's house. Shame for Brooklyn.
"I am NOT eating with that spoon! It's got the tiniest bit of sugar on it, and if I want it I'll get really fat, and I CAN'T get fat 'cause I'm a stuck-up little self-obsessed brat!" Yep. Ming-Ming alright. Okay, so she didn't say exactly that. But you get the general picture.
"Ming-Ming, pipe down!" Another voice shouted. As it was fairly high, I'm almost certain it belonged to Hilary. Either that or Tyson's been on the helium again.
"Don't tell me what to do! I'm better than you, I'll ALWAYS be better than you!" This time the pop tart (not the food item; she's a tart and sings pop. Badly.) said those exact words. Modest much.
Maybe I should just turn and leave. No one would notice, and I wouldn't have to put up with- ah. Nope, can't do that either; Bryan's lurking at the bottom of the stairs. So I guess I have to enter the murder scene- uh... Kitchen.
It definitely looks like a murder scene though. Food is scattered everywhere, the chairs have been knocked over, the clock is on the floor for some reason. Now all we're missing is the dead body. Any volunteers?
"Guys! What have you done?! If Bryan or Tala see this, we'll get slaughtered!" Everyone halted in their tracks at my words and looked around them.
"Oh shit... We'd better tidy up..." Hilary said, taking in the mess.
"Well no! It's not as if we're living with two PSYCHOPATHS who'll KILL US if they FIND OUT!" I screamed, practically tearing my hair out. So maybe I'm losing my cool a bit... But still. You can't blame me!
"Whoa, Ray. Chill." Tyson told me, making weird hand gestures that I can't describe.
"No, Tyson! YOU all made this mess, YOU all clean it up! We're gonna die! Oh god, I'm too young!" ... You have no idea how embarrassing writing this is. Seriously. You have no clue.
"Mystel, you're short: run out there and keep an eye out for Satan and his henchman." I instructed him, pointing at the door. He nodded and ran out, being careful not to make any noise. Yeah, Mystel, being quiet will help us now.
I glanced around the room, taking in every little detail. Could we clean this up before Bryan and Tala found out? And if they did find out, who would die? Me, definitely; they hate me enough already. Tyson? Well, everyone hates Tyson. So probably.
"Okay. Max- sweep up the cereal. Hilary, can you pick the chairs up? And Brooklyn, you're tall, can you put the clock back on the wall?" Everyone nodded and set to work putting the kitchen right. Those who hadn't been assigned jobs by yours truly set about making sure every little detail was perfect. And me? I watched.
"They're coming! Code red, code red!" Mystel suddenly shot through the doorway, waving his arms around.
Panicking, I looked around the kitchen. Everything seemed to be fine. Okay, here goes...
"What're you all looking so scared about?" The Devil himself questioned, walking through the doorway.
"Nothing. Good morning Bryan." Brooklyn smiled, nodding at the falcon. The Devils equivalent (Tala, for all you slow people out there like me) entered the room, scowling. He made eye contact with me and his scowl deepened. Help.
"Whatever." Bryan grunted, opening one of the kitchen cupboards and retrieving some food item thingy.
Kai and Spencer appeared (what? You didn't think they were with us all this time, did you?) and raised an eyebrow at us. Both of them. At the same time. Talk about creepy.
"Just to let you know... Don't touch any of the radiators. They get really hot." Spencer said. Call me picky, but that didn't sound like something to come out of Spencer's mouth. Even if he wasn't the most psychopathic Russian.
"Why?" Brave little Ming-Ming asked, looking up at him with a sickeningly sweet smile. Spencer didn't even look at her. Ha.
"Because even if it's freezing, you turn the dial a fraction of an inch and it's like Satan's radiating out of the walls." Aaaaand that's why he warned us. Because he wanted to make references about Satan. Of course.
"Why's he here?" Kai asked, pointing at a very annoyed-looking Daichi. Wow! I hadn't even noticed he was back here! Maybe I should start eating breakfast. After all, they do say it helps concentration.
"Because Bryan didn't want to get done for murder." Tala explained. And he didn't even glare at him. I'm jealous.
"Ian's coming round later." Bryan informed us all. Oh yeah! I'd totally forgot about Ian! He was a creep... But at least he wasn't likely to rip anyone apart. Well... From what I know of him anyway.
So, my morning was crap. And not just because it was morning, either. But hey, I still had all my limbs! That was a good thing, surely! But the ultimate question was: how long would I keep them for? Because judging by the dirty looks off Tala and Bryan, my guess is as good as theirs. Which isn't a positive thing...
Okay. I lied at chapter 1. I have NO clue where this is going... I just write what comes into my head. But I know SOMETHING is gonna happen soon... Maybe when Ian comes in.
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