As Colin walked down the sidewalk, the TV being pushed in front of him, he thought of what had happened earlier. He wasn't scared of what those 3 would do to him. He knew they wouldn't have killed him even if they had wanted to. They had already done enough time. No, what he was worried about was what Mamá would think. They could barely scrap together a enough money to pay rent. What room was there to compensate for robbery?

He turned onto his street, and walking a bit farther, he stopped in front of a decrepit house. Well, If you could even call it that. It was more like a roof being held up with toothpicks.

He managed to pick up the old set and carry it to the door.

"MAMA! CHICA! I'M HOME!"

The door opened, and in the doorway stood a short woman. She was only about 5 feet tall, and had long, gray hair that ran to her shoulders. While she looked to be about 60 to the average eye, any man would be surprised to learn she was only 34.

"Thank the Lord you're home, Hijo! I've needed you since 4 o'clock!"

"Mama, you know I went to the store at 4. What did you need me for?"

"The stove hasn't been working!" She complained, briskly walking towards the kitchen. "It stopped heating up and I have no idea how to fix it!"

"Uh, Mamá?" He asked, struggling to hold the bulky TV in his hands.

"What? Oh! Give me that side, Hijo, I've got it."

As they gently set the TV on the couch, a young girl walked down the steps.

"Mama, who's there? Oh, it's you, Hijo," the girl said. Her real name was Louisa, but no one had called her that since she was little. The story that had been told was that Colin had given her her nickname when he was 7, but he knew that most every girl in his neighborhood was Chica to somebody. She was 9, and she always had been one of Colins' closest friends. They had always had that special brother-sister bond, and they would stand up for each other no matter what.

"What do you got there?" She asked as she looked at the TV.

"Why do you care, Chica?" He said with a toothless grin. While the two did love each other, there was always room to be a nuisance.

"Well, I don't know what it is! So what is it?"

"Hmmm...I don't know... I think I'll just-"

"MAMA! Colin won't tell me what he has!" She yelled into the kitchen.

"Deal with it!" Was the response. There was more concerning things that needed taken care of.

"Grrr! Just tell me what it is!"

"Ok, ok, sheesh! Hold your horses! It's just an old TV. I'm going to see if I can fix it up."

Mama walked into the living room and sat down. The relieved smile on her face told that the stove had finally turned on.

"Mama, if I can get this thing working, we night actually get to watch TV! Hthe news, Mama!"

"Hmmm...doubtful," Mama laughed, "but possible. Why don't you kids go up and get ready for dinner?"

"Fine by me," he said as he grabbed the set. He lugged the TV upstairs, into his room. It payed to be the only boy of the family, for then he had his own room to himself, unlike Chica, who had to share with Mama. He had a small bed that he didn't fit in anymore, with a small table in the corner and a poster of Ladanian Tomlinson on the wall. He had always been a Chargers fan, ever since he could remember.

"Not much, but its all that she can afford," Colin told himself. "God knows she tries though."

He put the TV on the table, plugged it into the small outlet in the wall, and turned it on. Instantly there was static. He tried to turn the dials and buttons, but to no avail.

"Oh, goddamn it! I gotta think before I go out and get this sort of junk!" He mumbled. "What a conman!"

He kicked the table the TV rested on. All of a sudden, the screen changed. The white noise was replaced with an image, a white house with a blue roof. It looked to be in decent shape, except for the fact a tornado must've passed by. The front yard was a mess.

Colin slowly turned to face the screen. As soon as he layed eyes on it, he was in awe. He had only ever seen a cartoon once before, the one time being when his elementary class had watched "Magic School Bus" In class.

"¿Qué clase de caricartura es este?" He asked himself. The intricacy of the drawing, the animation style...it reminded Colin of a comic strip more than a cartoon show.

All of a sudden, however, the screen returned to static. Colin tried to get it to go again, turning dials, pressing the power button, and even unplugging the system. But nothing worked.

"God damn it!" He swore under his breath as he grabbed the old TV, ready to take it outside to the garbage. But when he did that, his finger slid off the side into the glass. As in, his arm went through the screen as it was nothing.

Colin was amazed. Slowly, he pulled his arm out and gently set the TV down on the floor.

"What the hell..." he said as he put his hand on it...

WHOOSH!

The TV let out a massive gust of wind, knocking accesories down and his poster off the wall. The gale was so strong, Colin fell onto his back.

Slowly, but surely, the wind turned from blowing out of the screen to INTO it. Instead of papers flying around, they were now being drawn into the television set.

In the confusion, Colin felt his foot being forced to move. Before he knew what had even happened, his entire left foot was engulfed by the set.

"HOLY SHIT!" he screamed as he tried to pull his foot out. But the power of the TVs suction was too much too handle. Soon, he found both his right foot and hand in the screen as well as the foot.

"No, no no no no!" He yelled as first his torso, then his chest and neck, sere engulfed. He managed to grab onto a side of the screen to buy some time.

"MAMA! CHICA! HELP MEEEEE!" Was the last thing Colin remembered saying before his whole body was sucked into the TV. The sound of wind gushing was ire placed tby the sound of nothing.

He had closed his eyes to begin with, but soon opened them too see what the cause of silence was. He was floating in what seemed to be a nebula of stars he was floating in. Each star was hollowed out in the center to reveal a different place. A midwestern tavern, a farm, a snowy tundra...if one could name it, there was an easy way for Colin to get there.

He flailed his arms in a feeble attempt to move, but to no avail. It was about then that he realized where he was headed towards. He turned around to see what was probably the biggest star in the entire cluster. Though the picture was blurry, he could see that it was the same white house that he had seen on the TV. He was too tired to resist going into it.

The last thing that a Colin could remember was the person that came out. Though he couldnt make the image out, he could see it was a child in an orange shirt with...white hair?

The world began to darken around him. He held his breath as his eyes closed, and soon he was falling, falling through the air...

Do you know what really pisses me off sometimes? The hate that the TLH fandom gets for our supposed "fetishes." I mean, not all of us are into drugs, murder, and loudcest! I hate loudcest! It's a detriment to people's opinions on ALL of us in the fandom as a whole! I mean, every cartoon has that certain group who sexualizes everything, but come on! A lot of these guys that publish here don't deserve the treatment that they get! But in those certain writers defense, we ARE allowed to write that kind of stuff. It's just really, REALLY weird. Not to mention perverted. And personally, I wouldnt mind seeing loudcest stories disappear into the nighttime darkness, but that's none of my business anyways. Rant over, hope you enjoyed the chapter!