Varu enters the living room and casually looks around. He sees Brolly, Felix, and Spade on the couch watching TV, but the place is otherwise empty. He doesn't know where the others are, but he does know that Fyodor is at work.
He gives those on the couch one glance, then makes his way to the front door.
"What are you doing?" asks Brolly.
Varu looks over his shoulder at him, noticing his worried expression. He gives him a huge grin.
"I'm going out!" he said confidently.
Felilx looked at him with an annoyed expression.
"Fyodor said we're not supposed to leave…" Brolly muttered.
"Fyodor isn't here!" Varu said, turning and marching through the door.
"Varu!" he heard Felix yell, but he closed the door behind him and quickly walked into the hall.
Time for some chaos!
Varu bolted down the stairs and skidded to a stop in the lobby. He noticed that the lady at the front counter was conked out over a magazine, and he already had an idea. He looked around, then grabbed a water dispenser from across the room. He lifted it over her with an evil grin, then dumped the whole jug of water over her head.
When it was empty, he threw it at the wall and ran, bolting through the front doors and out into the world. He practically skipped down the streets, looking every which way for more mischief to get into.
A silver trash can gleamed in the afternoon sunlight, and with a mighty kick, Varu sent it tumbling into the street. Trash spilled out of it like an ocean wave, bags and wrappers fluttering in the wind and rotten food splattering against the pavement. Luckily, there weren't any cars around, or else it could have been much worse!
Varu made a scary face at a child as he ran by, reveling in how she cried out in fear as he passed.
After a moment, he slowed and finally stopped to stare into the window of a restaurant. A delicious smell wafted into his nose and he couldn't stop the crazy smirk from splitting his face. He walked around the building and found a back door, slipping into it slyly and hiding amongst the halls.
He peeked into the kitchen and stared directly at food that had been prepared recently. The chefs were on break, but he knew that he didn't have much time before they returned to serve dinner.
He darted into the kitchen and immediately ripped a leg off a roast chicken. Without hesitation, he took a ravenous bite of it, then shoved his hand into the mashed potatoes and gripped a whole lot. He jammed that into his mouth too, so that he got a bite of chicken and a bite of potato mush. Without time to waste, he shoved each of his fingers into different side dishes. A thumb in potato salad, a pinkie in cake, a pointer in pie, a middle finger in ice cream, and a ring finger in an olive.
He slid his fingers into his mouth, reveling in how the sloppy mess cascaded down his shirt and onto the floor. In a heartbeat, he decided he needed to clean his hands, so he dunked them into the dishwater and began splashing it everywhere! When he was done there, he started throwing around pots and pans and breaking shit.
His attention snapped to the door opposite to the exit, freezing as he heard footsteps and yelling. He turned and ran, cackling like a hyena as he scampered out of the kitchen and into the halls. He just barely escaped the restaurant without getting hit by the pot that was thrown at his head.
He ran down the street and took a turn into some alleyways, eventually needing to take a break. He leaned against a cold brick wall in a shady alley, panting as he looked down at the muck on his shirt. He cringed and did his best to get it off. After a moment, he peeked around the corner and saw a candy store on the other side of the street.
Varu grinned, then casually made his way over to it. He looked around, then grabbed a plastic bag off the ground and entered the store. He turned down an aisle and immediately began shoving candy into the bag.
"Hey!" yelled a voice.
He looked over his shoulder and saw the cashier, who was looking dumbfoundedly at him. He collected the candy faster, running down the aisle and getting all different kinds.
"Hey! Stop that! I'm calling the police!" the cashier said.
Varu ignored him, filling his bag with candy and then quickly running out of the store. He heard the other man call after him, but he didn't slow his pace until he was a block away.
I wonder what I should do next?
Varu thought carefully about what other kind of fun he could have, all while munching on various sweets. He noticed some people whispering and pointing at him, and he shot a sneer their way. They gasped and moved on, and he felt proud of himself.
He heard sirens echoing in the distance, so he sped up his pace.
Fyodor returned home later in the afternoon than usual. He sighed and entered the living room, looking around at the clones. He counted seven and frowned.
"Where's Varu?" he asked.
"He left…" said Brolly.
"What!?" Fyodor shouted.
Brolly cringed and Felix shot him a glare, but he ignored them and turned to leave.
Of all the things that could go wrong, this is probably the worst!
He just knew that Varu would be causing trouble out there! What if he hurt someone? What if he got hurt? Well, maybe that would teach him a lesson, but still…
Fyodor stormed out of the apartment and down the stairs, he looked around and noticed that there wasn't anyone at the counter. He wondered if it had been abandoned when he'd come home earlier? On his way out, he saw the lady who usually worked the front counter, and she looked pissed!
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She sneered. "No! Some green haired freak poured water on me and I had to go home and get changed!"
Fyodor backed away slowly, holding his hands up in defense. He watched her march into the building, then he turned to run down the street. He saw a cop car and the police officer stopped him, giving him a stern look.
"Are you from that building back there?" the cop asked, gesturing to the apartment complex.
"Yeah," Fyodor said, worried.
"We received several complaints that a resident of that dwelling has been causing chaos around the city. If you don't mind, we'd like to take you to the station for questioning…"
Fyodor cringed. "I… I might know him, actually. So, yeah, you can take me…"
I swear to god, if that idiot is in jail….
Varu sat boredly in the corner of the jail cell, glaring up at the dimly lit ceiling. He heard footsteps echoing down the halls, so he quickly got up and ran over to grip the bars.
"Let me out!" he said.
His eyes widened when he saw Fyodor with the cops.
"I just had to go through two hours of questioning because of you!" Fyodor yelled, furious.
"I've been falsely imprisoned," Varu said, sneering.
"Bullshit!" Fyodor yelled, stomping his foot.
Varu cringed and frowned at the ground. A moment of silence passed, then Fyodor sighed. Varu looked up at him to meet his glare.
"I don't have enough money to bail you out, good luck," Fyodor said.
He then turned and left with the officers. Varu yelled after him and reached through the bars, but soon enough he was alone in the jail cell once more. He cursed and stomped over to the bench, sitting on it and glaring at the floor.