The couch was burned to a critical point, the coffee table was split in half, the refrigerator is now in the back yard...the list goes on. The insane amount of damage done to this house by, I am not exaggerating when I say, everyone. Has me so angry I don't know what to do.
"What are we gonna do about them, cupcake?" I ask Stella gently, she is the only one I'm not pissed off at right now. She goos and giggles, wiggling around in my arms as I breast feed her. Although she loves to sleep, she acts so silly and full of energy when she is awake. I sure she got that from Blue.
Her positive demeanor lightens my mood slightly, but I still have to have a little...chat...with the 10 skeletons down stairs. I give Stella a light kiss on the forehead as she starts to fall asleep again, and put her back in her crib. Readjusting my shirt, I leave her room and head down stairs.
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I'm not even all the way down the stairs before I hear them arguing...again. I quickly reach the main floor and the living room to find most of them standing and yelling at one another. If I didn't know any better, I would be intimidated. Giant skeletons on the verge of snaping each other's necks isn't exactly something most people would like to mess with. But I do know better, well, enough to know they wouldn't hurt me intentionally.
"Guys...hello?...HEY!" They finally shut up and look at me, most of their expressions softening. All accept Marvul's and Erasers. Eraser has a reason to be mad, since I kind of his the other from them in the beginning...and Marvul is always like that. The other two, Reboot and Halluciv, just look like their going to cry. Well...this is going to be fun.
"Everyone. Sit. Down." I say every word through gritted teeth, my adrenaline rising as my patience for this madness lowers. They find spots on the intact pieces of crouch, or they lean against the wall, nobody is happy.
"This...I can't keep living like this...having to intervene in your conflicts, because you can't settle them...like...children." I slowly walk past each skeleton, making sure that each of them hear me. My body shakes in rage, I knew I was angry, but not this angry, it might just be hormones though. A bit of that fury spills over in the form of tears, just then, I get an idea.
"You know what? We're going on a little vacation. All of us. It'll give Reboot time to fix his machine to get you guys home, and give the rest of us time to get to know each other." I had the perfect location in mind.
"No way, this isn't some kind of getaway! And who said you could just-" I yank Marvul down by his shirt collar, so we are eye to eye.
"I wasn't giving you an option." I let him go, walking out of the room.
"I'm giving the six of you 24 hours to pack! The rest of you, we're going shopping!" I call from the hallway.
"Humans are scary..." I hear Halluciv whisper.
"No, thats just her." Dream corrects, I laugh silently, heading up for a quick nap before about little shopping spree.
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I browse the internet, with Marvul, Eraser, Reboot, and Halluciv behind me, all watching the screen closely. We had to settle for online shopping when, just by looking at them, I knew that going out was not going to happen. It took hours just to get them the bare essentials for the duration of their stay here, let alone any luxuries.
"Whats that?" Reboot asks, pointing to a tool belt on the screen I was about to scroll by.
"A tool belt."
"What does it do?" ...how do I answer that question?
"It...it has tools...that can be used...to make stuff...on a belt" I'm not sure what he wants me to say here.
"Can we get one?" Ugh, he's giving me the puppy eyes! Stop that!
"Um...sure..." I reluctantly place one in the already too full digital shopping cart.
"Yes!" He first pumps the air, and I laugh. Maybe we could get along, just for a little bit.
"Why don't you go set up a fort in the living room? Make a nice spot for you all to sleep?" I suggest, his eyes light up and he set himself to work right away. I swivel back around to the computer and check out...ouch...right in the wallet. I click the over night shipping option, hopefully if we get everything on time, we can leave in the next couple of days. I stand from behind my computer and stretch, is it really 7pm already? Man, I'm beat, a quick dinner for Stella then I'm passing out for the rest of the evening. But someone stops me.
"Hey, mind if we...uh...talk?" I turn to face the voice, finding it to belong to Eraser.
"Sure. What about?" I sit cross legged on top of the counter. Why? Because I can. He leans on the island table and sighs.
"Well, I wanted to thank you...but I think you deserve an apology too." I wave him off.
"Its whatever, dude. This isn't the first time my house has been nearly destroyed, and it probably won't be the last. Don't sweat it."
"No, seriously. We came here, insulted, accused, and attacked you, and your...partners. Then proceeded to destroy half your house! And let's not forget the whole dream scenario!" He huffs a sigh and slouches in exhaustion, I remain speechless.
"Just wanted to let you know that we're not jerks all the time...well...maybe Marvul." I laugh, there nothing that can't be worked on.
"And were genuinely sorry, the only reason Reboot and Halluciv aren't here is because they were too embarrassed to tag along." Aww, their so sweet and adorable. I'll have to thank them later.
"And uh...thanks for the uh...vacation. And for lifting Reboots spirits." I lean in, listening. But carefully, so I don't fall off the counter.
"We don't get much time away from our...jobs...so maybe some bonding time could...help...or something..." he explains awkwardly, it still makes me smile though.
"And Reboot, despite how often we fight, he means a lot to me, like a little brother. And when I heard you talking to him earlier, it really helped us both out, so, yeah." I hop off the counter, suddenly starving.
"Like I said, it's no problem. But it would be appreciated if you didn't destroy stuff. And, can I ask a favor?" I finally emerge from the fridge, eating a Apple, resisting the urge to smoother it in sour cream.
"Yeah, sure."
"Do you mind getting the washing machine off the roof? You guys kind of forgot it up there during your little fight. Ink said he'd take are of the rest of the damage and just paint new stuff." He grimaces slightly at the sound of Inks name, but nods.
"I'd get it myself, but being pregnant means no lifting heavy things-" I clap a hand over my mouth, but it's too late ...uh oh.
"Your...what?"
Quick note: is fresh sans a charter you guys still want to see, or...?