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2/18/08

Ending is finally up. 'Tis lame. Dun worry about it.

2/17/08 . . . Later on.

Part 2 betch.

2/17/08

So liek, what happened was...

1. I got bored. Normally a common occurence, but on a Saturday night? That's rare matey. But then again, I'm grounded, so I guess fate has brought this all together.

2. I decided that for once, I'll do my English homework at home instead of during Chemistry class. That my friends, is anything but a common occurence.

3. I have a cold, and I haven't been feeling well, so as usual, I took a couple few gulps of Tylenol Cold AM (PM puts me to sleep, which is bad). Can you hear their euphoria?

4. Like I've said, I'm grounded. That means no 360. I was staring at the ceiling before I started writing this, and thinking of how I should be trying to get all 1000 G from Call of Duty 4 (I still can't beat Mile Hgh Club on Veteran), when I began thinking of some of my PS2 games, which I haven't played in a even longer bit o' time. God of War 1 and 2, FFXII, DDR:SN, and then, I thought of Kingom Hearts. I almost began to cry. Then I got on this site, then I decided homework time. Yeah, this site is getting that boring to me now. . . Anyway, KH stuck with me as I began to write to the prompt "Someone is in your house..." Of course, when I turn this in on Tuesday (No school Monday, thank fuxing God!), I will eliminate the KH elements, but the storyline overall will stay intact. Grade me, pl0x.

Someone Is In Your House​

Part 1​

Sora shot up in bed, intently listening. There it was again, a loud *thud*. Was someone trying to get into his house? Sweat springing up on his forhead, the brunette threw back his covers and slid out of bed. He crept across his bedroom floor, stepping over the discarded clothes, and almost tripped over his desk chair. He pushed it aside quietly, and then reached the door. Sora reached out and gripped the doorknob, slowly twisting it to the right, hoping that it wouldn't squeak. After what seemed an hour to Sora, the knob was turned as far as it could go, and he pulled the door open a crack. Darkness was all that greeted him.

Suddenly, a light from downstairs flicked on. The dark hall was now bathed in a grayish haze. Sora stood motionless for a few more moments, letting his eyes adjust to the gloom. Finally, he opened the door a tad more, and then slid through the gap. To his left: a wall with a picture of Kairi, Riku, Selphie, Tidus, Wakka and he on the beach; his right: a stretch of hallway ended by his parent's bedroom, and a staircase. He tiptoed to their open room, and peered into the inky blackness. After another brightness adjustment, Sora saw to his excitement that both his parents were still a sleep. He hadn't had any real action since his adventures to find Riku and save Kairi. His dad just then let out a huge snore.

Then, a crash so loud it seemed the kitchen's refrigerator had exploded came from downstairs. Sora jumped, and as quietly as possible dashed down the stairs to the first landing. He looked down the next set of stairs, to the living room, and saw no movement whatsoever. The front door, right next to the staircase, was ajar, however. The porch light filtered in, bathing the bottom half of the staircase in a harsh orange glow. The boy glanced back up the steps, to his parent's room. No movement there, either. Somehow, the commotion had gone on unbeknownst to them. Sora slunk down the final steps, holding the wooden banister, and lightly leapt onto the carpeted living room floor from the second landing (when going down), and softly closed the door.

Sora snaked across the living room, dodging around the coffee table, plasma television, couch, and finally came level with a recliner. From the recliner, one could see a portion of the kitchen through an open archway. What graced his eyes was burned into his memory forever. Three 2-Liters of orange soda lay empty but a few drops on the tiled floor; an empty tub of Sea-Salt Ice Cream and a spoon sticking out of it; a box of Twinkies, of Ho Hos, Ding Dongs, and Suzy Q's; A splat of what he hoped was ketchup was on a wall, normally green, by a window covered with blinds, an empty package of Oscar Mayer bologna on the floor underneath; Pence on his hands and knees over a fallen box of Mike and Ike; an... empty laundry detergent bottle? And... WAIT A MINUTE!!!

Yes, Pence was kneeling in front of a box of Mike and Ike candies, its contents spewed all over the floor. He bent over even more, bringing his face closer to the tile, and began sucking up all of the candy as if he were a Hoover. Sora shoved his whole fist in his mouth, stifling his laughter. He ran up stairs as fast as he could, entered his room, and grabbed his cell phone off his desk. The brunette exited his room, and slid down the banister to the first floor. Chuckling with glee, Sora snuck back to his previous position.

Pence had already made short work of the candy. He was currently slumped over on his stomach, near the ice cream tub. With a groan, he reached over and grabbed the spoon, a hopeful look on his face. Success! A little bit left on the spoon. He lifted the spoon, and brought it to his mouth with seemingly great effort, and licked it clean. Sora snapped a picture, and could barely stop himself from keeling over right there. Pence, his mission accomplished, rolled over onto his back, and flopped his arm onto the tile with a smack, sending the spoon clattering across the floor; putting him in a perfect spread-eagled position, or more like a beached whale. The slightly pudgy kid was now three times as big as Sora remembered him.

"I...I think I'll just rest here a bi..." the satisfied boy trailed off, already drifting off to Sleepyland.

"Not if you explode from all of that ice cream first," Sora burst out. Then, he clapped his hand over his mouth, and lost it. He fell backwards onto his butt, and started silently laughing, tears streaming down his cheeks.

End Part 1


Part 2​

Pence hadn't given Sora any notice - seven minutes later, his snores were shaking the kitchen. After Sora had managed to pick himself off the floor, he decided to go and check the full damage. He carefully stepped around the various food containers, and finally made it around the archway, and the row of counters that had been blocking his view. Sora's jaw hit his chest, and he took a few steps closer, not believeing his eyes, and almost stepping on Pence's face.

The centerpiece in this Kodak Moment had to be the fridge, ripped from the wall and knocked onto its side. Everything inside was shattered, and in a large puddle of a mess in the back of it. Broccoli floated among orange juice and honey mustard, one Real Beef Frank bobbed around like a sail boat, a bowl of fruit salad his mother had prepared the day before, its contents floated among it all, but he noticed that there wasn't as much fruit as he had recalled either. Parts of this mess must've had something mixed in that the others didn't - It had become almost a paste, and a REALLY bad smell was coming from it. The shelving inside the fridge was missing, and there were craters in the puddle - as if someone had scooped up handfuls of it and... Gross. A mound of empty or almost empty boxes, bags, and containers were on all sides of the fridge, and that's when Sora noticed that every single cabinet door, the bottom row and the one above him to his right, were open; inside? Nothing.

Suddenly, the oven beeped, announcing that a new hour had arrived. 5:00 "Five o' clock!? My dad waks up to go to work in an hour!!!" The brunette quickly flipped open his phone, and took pictures of everything he could. After he was done, he shoved it in his pocket, and turned around to face Pence. He was still sleeping like a well fed baby.

"Pence?" Sora asked, afraid to be too loud. No reply, but he hadn't expected one. After he did what he already knew he'd have too, at least he could say that he tried to wake up the boy. Sora walked around his fallen friend, and bent down to grab bent down to grab his hands. He then gave a mighty heave... moving him maybe an inch. He gave it another go; half an inch if he was lucky. Sora leaned against his knees, already tired. All of this inactivity had gotten him out of shape. After a moment more, he scooped up Pence's limp hands, and then pulled again, finally getting him to the middle of the entryway. Sora pulled him again, and again, and again, until finally, he'd made it around the recliner, couch, and coffee table.

They'd finally made it to the hallway in front of the stairs. A clock on the wall told Sora that it was 5:45, and he groaned. 15 minutes and his dad will be stomping down those steps, to see all of that mess... Sora shook his head quickly, sweat flying from his head, to remind him to keep moving. Sora dashed the short space to the front door, and ripped it open. No one was apparently outside, the sidewalk clear of early morning joggers. The houses across the street were completely dark.

The brunette went back inside, grabbed Pence's his hand's for the one-thousndth ime that morning, and heaved him to the doorway. Sora stepped over the body, and then got on his knees behind Pence's feet. He grabbed the boy's grimy shoes, and pushed until Pence tipped over the doorway, and thumped once, twice, thrice down the tiny steps leading to his yard. Sora peered around the door and up the staircase. No one had awoken. Sora then went over to Pence, who was now stirring a bit.

Eyes fluttering open, Pence said "Happy Birthday Mistah Lincoln..."

Sora walked in front of him, and said "Pence, how'd you get here?"

"Where didzI git?"

"You're on Destiny Islands, where I live! How did you get from Twilight Town to here?"

"D- do... heh heh, doo doo."

"Do what? WHAT Pence!? I'm going to get into huge trouble from the mess you made in the kitchen!" Sora's face was turning red with anger.

Pence, with a hand, groped for something in the air. Sora took it as meaning that he wanted him to come closer. He leaned over, and then Pence said, "Do you have any more Sea-Salt ice cream?"

Sora, now so frustrated at his friend he didn't care, moved behind Pence's head, and took his hands again. He pulled him to the right, twisting Pence's body to make it parallel with the concrete path leading to the sidewalk and then street. He got behind the bloated kid, and said, laughing, "Have a nice trip."

He pushed and pushed, and finally, the boy began to roll down the slight decline of his yard to the sidewalk. He made it to the sidewalk, fell off the sidewalk, and with his momentum made it to the middle of the street. Pence was too incapacitated to do much, but he did wave his arms around o let Sora know that he at least was now aware of his situation. The brunette jogged to Pence's new spot, and rolled him onto the sidewalk opposite his house, and stopped him next to a lightpole.

Pence looked up at Sora, bleary eyed, and said, "Thanks Hayner, I owe you one." The boy's head then drooped to its side, his mouth fell open, his eyes closed, and Pence began to snore. Sora shook his head, confused, and then walked back to his house.

End Part 2


Le End​

The sound of running water, muffled by the distance between the two rooms, the creak of a bed, the thump of feet still half-asleep down the stairs... and then: a silence shattering, womanly scream, causing Sora to fall out of bed in surprise.

"What the hell!?!" he roared to his mother downstairs; and then dashed to his door, ripped it open, and preceded to run down the stairs. He entered the living room, and saw his mother rapidly pacing the living room floor. "What, what is..." then Sora's gaze drifted over to the kitchen, and his jaw fell open, eyes growing as big as plates from a buffet table.

The brunette drunkenly shuffled towards the mess, hoping his ruse was working. He finally made it into the kitchen, and peered around the corner to see the fridge again. For the first time, he looked beyond that, to the other end of the kitchen where the pantry was, and noticed that one of the door hinges was ripped off, causing it to be skewed to one side.

Sora was actually a little scared to look inside, and was afraid he'd begin to laugh again if he did, so he just sat down right there on the floor, indian-style, and hung his head. After a few more moments, he lifted his head up, and said to his mom, "Was anything else stolen... or eaten?" He managed to keep a straight face too, somehow.

His mom looked at him, her eyes glazed over with shock, and then she shook her head no. More footsteps running down the stairs. Sora's father, in a robe, shouts from the foot of the stairs "Honey, you okay?"

"Mmhmm," is all she replies before going over to the couch and sitting down. More thumping up the steps. She looks up at the ceiling and then sighs heavily, "I'm going to need some coffee, and a phone. The police are going to be hearing about this."

A shout of surprise meets their ears, coming from their neighbor's house.

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