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Being the closest and most immediate threat to... well... whatever's going on, you give the FAMILY ROOM another once-over before creeping towards the source of the noise!
<span class="mu-i">Creeping</span>, you scoff internally, what da' Hell is goin' on anyways? As you run the last few minutes through your head a few times, you enter the kitchen to find it in a state of... you guess you'd call it 'controlled chaos'.
The Parbles were never '<span class="mu-i">spic and span</span>' types, but that doesn't mean they were slobs, either. Aside from the odd coffee stain on the kitchen island and one side of the sink filled with hand washed (but not yet dried) dishes, the most cluttered thing you can see is the surface of the refrigerator--its white surface stuffed with old Post-Em Notes, family photos, and, of course, countless comic strips cut from the newspaper.
Stealthily retrieving a STEAK KNIFE from a cedar knife holder, you try your best to keep your bone rattling to a minimum as you slink over to the PANTRY DOOR! Despite your quiet approach, whatever's hiding behind the wooden accordion-sliding door freezes as you draw closer, no doubt thanks to your damn jingling ribs!
You count to three in your skull as you gently wrap your bony fingers around the doorknob, and you barely get to 'TWO' before the pantry EXPLODES open, showering you with fresh wood chips and a cornucopia of soup cans and dried goods! Without Stan's speed to ferry you out of harm's way, you instead rely on the tried-and-true method of crumbling into a heap of bones on the floor!
"RRRAAAAAAAARRRR!"
Your idea pays off in spades--no sooner do you fall to the ground does a creamsicle-colored blur LAUNCH from the pantry with a pair of sharp claws extended and ready to slice you into ribbons! NATS, you sputter from the floor, It's me!
"<span class="mu-r">Ly!?</span>"
Sailing into the dining table, the demon crashes through the wood and tablecloth like a missile and lands in a heap still clad in her MASCOT UNIFORM! "<span class="mu-r">Ly,</span>" she repeats as you reassemble and help her up soon after, "<span class="mu-r">What's... what's happening? This isn't Stan's-</span>"
Her mind? Yea, you nod with forced courage in your voice, you know... Must be somethin' else... shooting a glance around the KITCHEN and FAMILY ROOM, you fail to find any more noise sources, but one thing's for sure:
Something's coming!
>CONTD.
