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“Did you find mixer?”
“You mean this?”
The young bat looked over her shoulder and found Bobby fiddling with the old mixing machine. The young penguin was eyeing the whiskers and randomly pressed the buttons, trying to get the weird thing to work. What he got instead was a weird noise, and then suddenly a red flashing light that came from the top.
“It’s not working,” Bobby announced. Lily sighed in disappointment, mostly at herself.
“Lily!” the young mouse entered the kitchen, holding only one red apple. “I keep looking around, but we can’t find the apples!”
“Huh? But I thought Brian was helping you?”
Then the young wolf entered. Using his shirt as a pouch, he managed to bring a whole mound of apples of different color. He then dropped them on a nearby counter. Few nearly dropped of the ledge, which Lily pointed out and he thankfully caught.
“I dunno which apples are which,” Brian explained. “The recipe’s keep saying find Fairly Delicious, but none of them were that. So I brought a bunch of them.”
Lily came over to inspect the apple collection. Who knew there could be so many different variations of this one fruit? One was yellow and lumpy, one was big and emerald green, another was short but wide with yellow-red colors, and then there’s this ruby red one, but shaped like a square. Apparently, they also tasted differently, and needed different ways to be cooked too!
“What do we do now, Lily?” Mimmy asked.
Lily folded her arms, and began tapping her elbow while thinking. She looked at the apples, she looked at the mixer, then towards the room outside the kitchen and finally, to the ceiling. In the end, she closed her eyes, then opened, as her mind came to a set decision.
“We are gonna leave it as is,” she said. “No cake from Miss Elefantus.”
“Really?” Mimmy asked, looking disappointed.
“Really.”
“But, where are we gonna get the cake now?” Bobby asked.
“We are already making one at home,” Lily reminded the penguin, who then light up and nodded. “Charlotte is still helping with making it, and we are using the apples that Miss Cheshire always buys.”
“Man, what a screwie,” said Brian, who was lazily leaning with his back to the wall. “First, Miss Elefantus turns into a monster, then her son looses consciousness, and now, we can’t even finish that cake! So much for a birthday present.”
“That’s alright! Even if the day went screwie, doesn’t mean it will end screwie too! C’mon guys, the day is still not over!” Lily stated triumphantly.
All three kids felt a bit more energetic thanks to her pep-talk, even Brian. Mimmy looked like she was ready to start going back to the cellar and get all the apples again.
“So, when do we go home?” Bobby asked.
“When the big kids come over.”
“But,” Brian said, while his cheeks sporadically blushed, “How do you know they’ll come back?”
“I guess cause they did the first time,” Lily explained.
“Makes sense,” Bobby nodded, knowing exactly what she meant.
Then as if on cue, the door got rapped several times. Mimmy was the first to say she’ll get it and ran to open it. She returned with Flora, Fotia and Barbie, who were panting profusely.
“We are here!” Flora declared, trying to keep herself from collapsing. The trio were trying to get to the store as quickly as they could, since they realized that the younger children were here. “Is everyone okay!?” she asked looked at them.
“Hello!” said Mimmy, finally being able to greet them since they passed by her.
Flora glanced at the mouse and then back at the other kids, who also seemed to giving them greetings.
“Hello,” said Lily.
“Hi again,” said Bobby.
“…” said nothing Brian, as an exception. Instead, he was shyly standing behind Lily. He just lightly shook his hand, only enough for Barbie to see and no one else.
“Um,” Flora scratched her head, a bit disoriented. Despite her expectations for a monster attack, the way the place looked like was as if nothing even happened.
“Can we leave now?” Bobby asked Lily, who nodded in return.
“Excuse me,” Flora interjected, “but isn’t there… a monster attack in this place?”
“Of course, we were gonna tell you about it,” Lily said. She walked towards the corner in the kitchen, until stopping near a rather large object, both in height and width. “Here’s Miss Elefantus, she got turned into a monster,” she said, pointing to the object.
Flora got closer to check, and without a doubt, this was in fact a Torque. It looked no different than that large tank she was way back then during the attack on the coffee shop. Flora wouldn’t really forget it, as it was her first time fighting these monsters.
“Is that everything?” she asked the young bat.
“Yep!” Lily confirmed. She then pointed to the cracks on the ceiling, “She’s kinda stuck though. Which I don’t think is good for her house. Oh! And also, Mister Elefantus is sleeping on the couch. He fainted earlier.”
“Oh…okay.”
Lily then went to gather the other orphans.
“Alright, it’s time we leave! Let’s say goodbye!”
“Bye,” said Mimmy, going out first.
“Bye,” said Bobby, hobbling his way out.
“…Bye,” whispered Brian, his eyes fixated on Barbie.
She pulled him by arm, and they all went out of the kitchen. The backdoor then promptly got closed shut.
Flora found Rose, finally appearing, in the middle of inspecting the Torque. Its head has broken through the ceiling, going in through a whole foot. Because of that, it looked stuck, although Flora thought that maybe it could’ve moved from there at any point it wanted to. In fact, it led her to question this, even more so than before.
“Why isn’t she moving?” she asked. Flora tried to come closer and see what Rose was looking at so much, but had her movement halted by the spirit.
“She is still a threat, rest assured,” Rose said. “However, this is nothing to worry. Torques frequently follow their hosts’ original wishes, at least when they first transform. There is a chance that it is consuming on her ingrained need for tidiness and order, and refuses to mar her own abode even further.”
Flora nodded, feeling it was more than expected. “Apple-pie order,” was how people tended to say Miss Elefantus acted, or other times, “Haggy-naggy.” Rose then gave a confused expression.
“I’ll tell you later about it,” Flora explained.
Suddenly the Torque shook in its spot, making the ceiling shake. Barbie jumped right out of the side of it, sheepishly dusting herself off.
“Be careful,” Flora said to her.
“Sorry, I just thought it is fascinating, isn’t it? To be able to see Torques this close?” Barbie said. Flora pursed her brows, and then looked at the Torque with the same expression she did when Barbie gave her a chance to hold the worm she had. Flora opted not to say the thing this time.
“Quite interesting,” said Fotia. He was also coming closer too, albeit holding a good distance, for once. “But are we sure what he is trying to do? It is a first I’ve seen of tht jester’s work, in which he chose to curse a soul, with nary a care why.”
“What, do you mean?” Barbie asked.
“Would this not be considered a trap?” Fotia noted.
Rose took a moment for consideration, and then spoke, “If it were true, then none of his current actions make any order of logic that I’ve seen so far. In faith, I even can claim, seeing his odd behavior and movement, that there is nothing about his actions that lead me to believe he is trying to trap us.”
Flora quickly glanced at Barbie, as if surprised, before asking, “Wait, you know where the clown is?”
“Truly, I am. But what I’ve seen, I am not even sure is real. I expected to see the trap laid bare, or perhaps a sense that he is trying to lure us. But all the steps he made were nothing more than an ungraceful hobble. To be clear, I’ve seen him: run on the roof, teleport to the forest, then return back to the roof, strike a pond with his hammer, scare off the builders who were situated by the library, scream at the lady down that street, over there, and then lie on a hill by your school, before returning to the roof again.”
All three kids slowly exchanged glances. Despite what she said, no one was making sense of what he did.
“Are you sure he isn’t simply leading you on?”
“If he were to led me, I asked Zamarad and Azrael to make sure to scout the area for any hidden trap of his. Before I entered here, Azrael told me that him and Zamarad found nothing of note.”
And so, the room became silent. Neither of the kids, nor the spirits seemed to be aware of what was going on. In the end, the first one who spoke was Flora.
“Okay, how about we finish with this and go after the clown? We can’t just leave this thing anyway.”
Barbie nodded in agreement. Fotia did too, but then froze, and as Flora began to transform into her form, slowly tiptoed away from the kitchen.
While she was busy, Fotia entered the living room. There was Mister Elefantus, completely out cold at the couch. To be more precise, he was at the foot of the couch, with cover and pillows all over him. It looks like the little kids found him too heavy.
Fotia checked over his shoulder, finding the girls too busy by themselves to notice him gone.
Why did you leave?
<You are still convinced of your idea, young Pierre?> Fotia asked. He could hear the young man sigh in his head.
I don’t know what you are thinking exactly, but don’t think I’m stupid, or something. I told you, I know it’s impossible to try and control this clown monster. Who know what he’ll do? Maybe he might just kill him instead. Then again, if he is just going around and turning people left and right, then maybe…
<Young Pierre…> Fotia rubbed his temple, in an unexpectedly exasperated behavior.
I know, I know, you can’t play with something this dangerous. I have told you before, I am NOT stupid.
<Even more, young Pierre, that scenario you have thought up in your head, will not have the result that you wanted.>
Huh? What do you mean?
<Consider this elderly lady. Do you see something quite wrong with her?>
Fotia wouldn’t respond. He seemed confused by that statement, unaware of what exactly he should be seeing about the Torque. Then again, by the time he said it, Flora had finished purifying Miss Elefantus.
And then suddenly she turned around with her face showing alarm.
“He’s in the city,” she said. “He made another Torque!”
…
For one solid minute, the crowd was silent.
Both Chester and Mr. Mouton were sitting there, with eyes bulging and mouths hanging open. This wasn’t a spectacle, but a slaughter. The older adult looked like he was ready to jump from his seat, and just yell into the roof. Chester just sat there dumbfounded.
Meanwhile, the referee came out of the corner, and started checking the battlefield. Bits and pieces were everywhere. This was one of the goriest battles he seemed to have witnessed since forever.
Finally, he raised his hand, and the crowd descended into boos.
Tom was frozen stiff. The only things moving were his hands, still shaking in all the directions.
The referee announced, with his finger pointing to the younger boy,
“You are disqualified.”
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“Did you find mixer?”
“You mean this?”
The young bat looked over her shoulder and found Bobby fiddling with the old mixing machine. The young penguin was eyeing the whiskers and randomly pressed the buttons, trying to get the weird thing to work. What he got instead was a weird noise, and then suddenly a red flashing light that came from the top.
“It’s not working,” Bobby announced. Lily sighed in disappointment, mostly at herself.
“Lily!” the young mouse entered the kitchen, holding only one red apple. “I keep looking around, but we can’t find the apples!”
“Huh? But I thought Brian was helping you?”
Then the young wolf entered. Using his shirt as a pouch, he managed to bring a whole mound of apples of different color. He then dropped them on a nearby counter. Few nearly dropped of the ledge, which Lily pointed out and he thankfully caught.
“I dunno which apples are which,” Brian explained. “The recipe’s keep saying find Fairly Delicious, but none of them were that. So I brought a bunch of them.”
Lily came over to inspect the apple collection. Who knew there could be so many different variations of this one fruit? One was yellow and lumpy, one was big and emerald green, another was short but wide with yellow-red colors, and then there’s this ruby red one, but shaped like a square. Apparently, they also tasted differently, and needed different ways to be cooked too!
“What do we do now, Lily?” Mimmy asked.
Lily folded her arms, and began tapping her elbow while thinking. She looked at the apples, she looked at the mixer, then towards the room outside the kitchen and finally, to the ceiling. In the end, she closed her eyes, then opened, as her mind came to a set decision.
“We are gonna leave it as is,” she said. “No cake from Miss Elefantus.”
“Really?” Mimmy asked, looking disappointed.
“Really.”
“But, where are we gonna get the cake now?” Bobby asked.
“We are already making one at home,” Lily reminded the penguin, who then light up and nodded. “Charlotte is still helping with making it, and we are using the apples that Miss Cheshire always buys.”
“Man, what a screwie,” said Brian, who was lazily leaning with his back to the wall. “First, Miss Elefantus turns into a monster, then her son looses consciousness, and now, we can’t even finish that cake! So much for a birthday present.”
“That’s alright! Even if the day went screwie, doesn’t mean it will end screwie too! C’mon guys, the day is still not over!” Lily stated triumphantly.
All three kids felt a bit more energetic thanks to her pep-talk, even Brian. Mimmy looked like she was ready to start going back to the cellar and get all the apples again.
“So, when do we go home?” Bobby asked.
“When the big kids come over.”
“But,” Brian said, while his cheeks sporadically blushed, “How do you know they’ll come back?”
“I guess cause they did the first time,” Lily explained.
“Makes sense,” Bobby nodded, knowing exactly what she meant.
Then as if on cue, the door got rapped several times. Mimmy was the first to say she’ll get it and ran to open it. She returned with Flora, Fotia and Barbie, who were panting profusely.
“We are here!” Flora declared, trying to keep herself from collapsing. The trio were trying to get to the store as quickly as they could, since they realized that the younger children were here. “Is everyone okay!?” she asked looked at them.
“Hello!” said Mimmy, finally being able to greet them since they passed by her.
Flora glanced at the mouse and then back at the other kids, who also seemed to giving them greetings.
“Hello,” said Lily.
“Hi again,” said Bobby.
“…” said nothing Brian, as an exception. Instead, he was shyly standing behind Lily. He just lightly shook his hand, only enough for Barbie to see and no one else.
“Um,” Flora scratched her head, a bit disoriented. Despite her expectations for a monster attack, the way the place looked like was as if nothing even happened.
“Can we leave now?” Bobby asked Lily, who nodded in return.
“Excuse me,” Flora interjected, “but isn’t there… a monster attack in this place?”
“Of course, we were gonna tell you about it,” Lily said. She walked towards the corner in the kitchen, until stopping near a rather large object, both in height and width. “Here’s Miss Elefantus, she got turned into a monster,” she said, pointing to the object.
Flora got closer to check, and without a doubt, this was in fact a Torque. It looked no different than that large tank she was way back then during the attack on the coffee shop. Flora wouldn’t really forget it, as it was her first time fighting these monsters.
“Is that everything?” she asked the young bat.
“Yep!” Lily confirmed. She then pointed to the cracks on the ceiling, “She’s kinda stuck though. Which I don’t think is good for her house. Oh! And also, Mister Elefantus is sleeping on the couch. He fainted earlier.”
“Oh…okay.”
Lily then went to gather the other orphans.
“Alright, it’s time we leave! Let’s say goodbye!”
“Bye,” said Mimmy, going out first.
“Bye,” said Bobby, hobbling his way out.
“…Bye,” whispered Brian, his eyes fixated on Barbie.
She pulled him by arm, and they all went out of the kitchen. The backdoor then promptly got closed shut.
Flora found Rose, finally appearing, in the middle of inspecting the Torque. Its head has broken through the ceiling, going in through a whole foot. Because of that, it looked stuck, although Flora thought that maybe it could’ve moved from there at any point it wanted to. In fact, it led her to question this, even more so than before.
“Why isn’t she moving?” she asked. Flora tried to come closer and see what Rose was looking at so much, but had her movement halted by the spirit.
“She is still a threat, rest assured,” Rose said. “However, this is nothing to worry. Torques frequently follow their hosts’ original wishes, at least when they first transform. There is a chance that it is consuming on her ingrained need for tidiness and order, and refuses to mar her own abode even further.”
Flora nodded, feeling it was more than expected. “Apple-pie order,” was how people tended to say Miss Elefantus acted, or other times, “Haggy-naggy.” Rose then gave a confused expression.
“I’ll tell you later about it,” Flora explained.
Suddenly the Torque shook in its spot, making the ceiling shake. Barbie jumped right out of the side of it, sheepishly dusting herself off.
“Be careful,” Flora said to her.
“Sorry, I just thought it is fascinating, isn’t it? To be able to see Torques this close?” Barbie said. Flora pursed her brows, and then looked at the Torque with the same expression she did when Barbie gave her a chance to hold the worm she had. Flora opted not to say the thing this time.
“Quite interesting,” said Fotia. He was also coming closer too, albeit holding a good distance, for once. “But are we sure what he is trying to do? It is a first I’ve seen of tht jester’s work, in which he chose to curse a soul, with nary a care why.”
“What, do you mean?” Barbie asked.
“Would this not be considered a trap?” Fotia noted.
Rose took a moment for consideration, and then spoke, “If it were true, then none of his current actions make any order of logic that I’ve seen so far. In faith, I even can claim, seeing his odd behavior and movement, that there is nothing about his actions that lead me to believe he is trying to trap us.”
Flora quickly glanced at Barbie, as if surprised, before asking, “Wait, you know where the clown is?”
“Truly, I am. But what I’ve seen, I am not even sure is real. I expected to see the trap laid bare, or perhaps a sense that he is trying to lure us. But all the steps he made were nothing more than an ungraceful hobble. To be clear, I’ve seen him: run on the roof, teleport to the forest, then return back to the roof, strike a pond with his hammer, scare off the builders who were situated by the library, scream at the lady down that street, over there, and then lie on a hill by your school, before returning to the roof again.”
All three kids slowly exchanged glances. Despite what she said, no one was making sense of what he did.
“Are you sure he isn’t simply leading you on?”
“If he were to led me, I asked Zamarad and Azrael to make sure to scout the area for any hidden trap of his. Before I entered here, Azrael told me that him and Zamarad found nothing of note.”
And so, the room became silent. Neither of the kids, nor the spirits seemed to be aware of what was going on. In the end, the first one who spoke was Flora.
“Okay, how about we finish with this and go after the clown? We can’t just leave this thing anyway.”
Barbie nodded in agreement. Fotia did too, but then froze, and as Flora began to transform into her form, slowly tiptoed away from the kitchen.
While she was busy, Fotia entered the living room. There was Mister Elefantus, completely out cold at the couch. To be more precise, he was at the foot of the couch, with cover and pillows all over him. It looks like the little kids found him too heavy.
Fotia checked over his shoulder, finding the girls too busy by themselves to notice him gone.
Why did you leave?
<You are still convinced of your idea, young Pierre?> Fotia asked. He could hear the young man sigh in his head.
I don’t know what you are thinking exactly, but don’t think I’m stupid, or something. I told you, I know it’s impossible to try and control this clown monster. Who know what he’ll do? Maybe he might just kill him instead. Then again, if he is just going around and turning people left and right, then maybe…
<Young Pierre…> Fotia rubbed his temple, in an unexpectedly exasperated behavior.
I know, I know, you can’t play with something this dangerous. I have told you before, I am NOT stupid.
<Even more, young Pierre, that scenario you have thought up in your head, will not have the result that you wanted.>
Huh? What do you mean?
<Consider this elderly lady. Do you see something quite wrong with her?>
Fotia wouldn’t respond. He seemed confused by that statement, unaware of what exactly he should be seeing about the Torque. Then again, by the time he said it, Flora had finished purifying Miss Elefantus.
And then suddenly she turned around with her face showing alarm.
“He’s in the city,” she said. “He made another Torque!”
…
For one solid minute, the crowd was silent.
Both Chester and Mr. Mouton were sitting there, with eyes bulging and mouths hanging open. This wasn’t a spectacle, but a slaughter. The older adult looked like he was ready to jump from his seat, and just yell into the roof. Chester just sat there dumbfounded.
Meanwhile, the referee came out of the corner, and started checking the battlefield. Bits and pieces were everywhere. This was one of the goriest battles he seemed to have witnessed since forever.
Finally, he raised his hand, and the crowd descended into boos.
Tom was frozen stiff. The only things moving were his hands, still shaking in all the directions.
The referee announced, with his finger pointing to the younger boy,
“You are disqualified.”
…
So...the interenet is down everywhere in Canada...thank god I'm okay, so far...
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“Did you find mixer?”
“You mean this?”
The young bat looked over her shoulder and found Bobby fiddling with the old mixing machine. The young penguin was eyeing the whiskers and randomly pressed the buttons, trying to get the weird thing to work. What he got instead was a weird noise, and then suddenly a red flashing light that came from the top.
“It’s not working,” Bobby announced. Lily sighed in disappointment, mostly at herself.
“Lily!” the young mouse entered the kitchen, holding only one red apple. “I keep looking around, but we can’t find the apples!”
“Huh? But I thought Brian was helping you?”
Then the young wolf entered. Using his shirt as a pouch, he managed to bring a whole mound of apples of different color. He then dropped them on a nearby counter. Few nearly dropped of the ledge, which Lily pointed out and he thankfully caught.
“I dunno which apples are which,” Brian explained. “The recipe’s keep saying find Fairly Delicious, but none of them were that. So I brought a bunch of them.”
Lily came over to inspect the apple collection. Who knew there could be so many different variations of this one fruit? One was yellow and lumpy, one was big and emerald green, another was short but wide with yellow-red colors, and then there’s this ruby red one, but shaped like a square. Apparently, they also tasted differently, and needed different ways to be cooked too!
“What do we do now, Lily?” Mimmy asked.
Lily folded her arms, and began tapping her elbow while thinking. She looked at the apples, she looked at the mixer, then towards the room outside the kitchen and finally, to the ceiling. In the end, she closed her eyes, then opened, as her mind came to a set decision.
“We are gonna leave it as is,” she said. “No cake from Miss Elefantus.”
“Really?” Mimmy asked, looking disappointed.
“Really.”
“But, where are we gonna get the cake now?” Bobby asked.
“We are already making one at home,” Lily reminded the penguin, who then light up and nodded. “Charlotte is still helping with making it, and we are using the apples that Miss Cheshire always buys.”
“Man, what a screwie,” said Brian, who was lazily leaning with his back to the wall. “First, Miss Elefantus turns into a monster, then her son looses consciousness, and now, we can’t even finish that cake! So much for a birthday present.”
“That’s alright! Even if the day went screwie, doesn’t mean it will end screwie too! C’mon guys, the day is still not over!” Lily stated triumphantly.
All three kids felt a bit more energetic thanks to her pep-talk, even Brian. Mimmy looked like she was ready to start going back to the cellar and get all the apples again.
“So, when do we go home?” Bobby asked.
“When the big kids come over.”
“But,” Brian said, while his cheeks sporadically blushed, “How do you know they’ll come back?”
“I guess cause they did the first time,” Lily explained.
“Makes sense,” Bobby nodded, knowing exactly what she meant.
Then as if on cue, the door got rapped several times. Mimmy was the first to say she’ll get it and ran to open it. She returned with Flora, Fotia and Barbie, who were panting profusely.
“We are here!” Flora declared, trying to keep herself from collapsing. The trio were trying to get to the store as quickly as they could, since they realized that the younger children were here. “Is everyone okay!?” she asked looked at them.
“Hello!” said Mimmy, finally being able to greet them since they passed by her.
Flora glanced at the mouse and then back at the other kids, who also seemed to giving them greetings.
“Hello,” said Lily.
“Hi again,” said Bobby.
“…” said nothing Brian, as an exception. Instead, he was shyly standing behind Lily. He just lightly shook his hand, only enough for Barbie to see and no one else.
“Um,” Flora scratched her head, a bit disoriented. Despite her expectations for a monster attack, the way the place looked like was as if nothing even happened.
“Can we leave now?” Bobby asked Lily, who nodded in return.
“Excuse me,” Flora interjected, “but isn’t there… a monster attack in this place?”
“Of course, we were gonna tell you about it,” Lily said. She walked towards the corner in the kitchen, until stopping near a rather large object, both in height and width. “Here’s Miss Elefantus, she got turned into a monster,” she said, pointing to the object.
Flora got closer to check, and without a doubt, this was in fact a Torque. It looked no different than that large tank she was way back then during the attack on the coffee shop. Flora wouldn’t really forget it, as it was her first time fighting these monsters.
“Is that everything?” she asked the young bat.
“Yep!” Lily confirmed. She then pointed to the cracks on the ceiling, “She’s kinda stuck though. Which I don’t think is good for her house. Oh! And also, Mister Elefantus is sleeping on the couch. He fainted earlier.”
“Oh…okay.”
Lily then went to gather the other orphans.
“Alright, it’s time we leave! Let’s say goodbye!”
“Bye,” said Mimmy, going out first.
“Bye,” said Bobby, hobbling his way out.
“…Bye,” whispered Brian, his eyes fixated on Barbie.
She pulled him by arm, and they all went out of the kitchen. The backdoor then promptly got closed shut.
Flora found Rose, finally appearing, in the middle of inspecting the Torque. Its head has broken through the ceiling, going in through a whole foot. Because of that, it looked stuck, although Flora thought that maybe it could’ve moved from there at any point it wanted to. In fact, it led her to question this, even more so than before.
“Why isn’t she moving?” she asked. Flora tried to come closer and see what Rose was looking at so much, but had her movement halted by the spirit.
“She is still a threat, rest assured,” Rose said. “However, this is nothing to worry. Torques frequently follow their hosts’ original wishes, at least when they first transform. There is a chance that it is consuming on her ingrained need for tidiness and order, and refuses to mar her own abode even further.”
Flora nodded, feeling it was more than expected. “Apple-pie order,” was how people tended to say Miss Elefantus acted, or other times, “Haggy-naggy.” Rose then gave a confused expression.
“I’ll tell you later about it,” Flora explained.
Suddenly the Torque shook in its spot, making the ceiling shake. Barbie jumped right out of the side of it, sheepishly dusting herself off.
“Be careful,” Flora said to her.
“Sorry, I just thought it is fascinating, isn’t it? To be able to see Torques this close?” Barbie said. Flora pursed her brows, and then looked at the Torque with the same expression she did when Barbie gave her a chance to hold the worm she had. Flora opted not to say the thing this time.
“Quite interesting,” said Fotia. He was also coming closer too, albeit holding a good distance, for once. “But are we sure what he is trying to do? It is a first I’ve seen of tht jester’s work, in which he chose to curse a soul, with nary a care why.”
“What, do you mean?” Barbie asked.
“Would this not be considered a trap?” Fotia noted.
Rose took a moment for consideration, and then spoke, “If it were true, then none of his current actions make any order of logic that I’ve seen so far. In faith, I even can claim, seeing his odd behavior and movement, that there is nothing about his actions that lead me to believe he is trying to trap us.”
Flora quickly glanced at Barbie, as if surprised, before asking, “Wait, you know where the clown is?”
“Truly, I am. But what I’ve seen, I am not even sure is real. I expected to see the trap laid bare, or perhaps a sense that he is trying to lure us. But all the steps he made were nothing more than an ungraceful hobble. To be clear, I’ve seen him: run on the roof, teleport to the forest, then return back to the roof, strike a pond with his hammer, scare off the builders who were situated by the library, scream at the lady down that street, over there, and then lie on a hill by your school, before returning to the roof again.”
All three kids slowly exchanged glances. Despite what she said, no one was making sense of what he did.
“Are you sure he isn’t simply leading you on?”
“If he were to led me, I asked Zamarad and Azrael to make sure to scout the area for any hidden trap of his. Before I entered here, Azrael told me that him and Zamarad found nothing of note.”
And so, the room became silent. Neither of the kids, nor the spirits seemed to be aware of what was going on. In the end, the first one who spoke was Flora.
“Okay, how about we finish with this and go after the clown? We can’t just leave this thing anyway.”
Barbie nodded in agreement. Fotia did too, but then froze, and as Flora began to transform into her form, slowly tiptoed away from the kitchen.
While she was busy, Fotia entered the living room. There was Mister Elefantus, completely out cold at the couch. To be more precise, he was at the foot of the couch, with cover and pillows all over him. It looks like the little kids found him too heavy.
Fotia checked over his shoulder, finding the girls too busy by themselves to notice him gone.
Why did you leave?
<You are still convinced of your idea, young Pierre?> Fotia asked. He could hear the young man sigh in his head.
I don’t know what you are thinking exactly, but don’t think I’m stupid, or something. I told you, I know it’s impossible to try and control this clown monster. Who know what he’ll do? Maybe he might just kill him instead. Then again, if he is just going around and turning people left and right, then maybe…
<Young Pierre…> Fotia rubbed his temple, in an unexpectedly exasperated behavior.
I know, I know, you can’t play with something this dangerous. I have told you before, I am NOT stupid.
<Even more, young Pierre, that scenario you have thought up in your head, will not have the result that you wanted.>
Huh? What do you mean?
<Consider this elderly lady. Do you see something quite wrong with her?>
Fotia wouldn’t respond. He seemed confused by that statement, unaware of what exactly he should be seeing about the Torque. Then again, by the time he said it, Flora had finished purifying Miss Elefantus.
And then suddenly she turned around with her face showing alarm.
“He’s in the city,” she said. “He made another Torque!”
…
For one solid minute, the crowd was silent.
Both Chester and Mr. Mouton were sitting there, with eyes bulging and mouths hanging open. This wasn’t a spectacle, but a slaughter. The older adult looked like he was ready to jump from his seat, and just yell into the roof. Chester just sat there dumbfounded.
Meanwhile, the referee came out of the corner, and started checking the battlefield. Bits and pieces were everywhere. This was one of the goriest battles he seemed to have witnessed since forever.
Finally, he raised his hand, and the crowd descended into boos.
Tom was frozen stiff. The only things moving were his hands, still shaking in all the directions.
The referee announced, with his finger pointing to the younger boy,
“You are disqualified.”
…
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“Did you find mixer?”
“You mean this?”
The young bat looked over her shoulder and found Bobby fiddling with the old mixing machine. The young penguin was eyeing the whiskers and randomly pressed the buttons, trying to get the weird thing to work. What he got instead was a weird noise, and then suddenly a red flashing light that came from the top.
“It’s not working,” Bobby announced. Lily sighed in disappointment, mostly at herself.
“Lily!” the young mouse entered the kitchen, holding only one red apple. “I keep looking around, but we can’t find the apples!”
“Huh? But I thought Brian was helping you?”
Then the young wolf entered. Using his shirt as a pouch, he managed to bring a whole mound of apples of different color. He then dropped them on a nearby counter. Few nearly dropped of the ledge, which Lily pointed out and he thankfully caught.
“I dunno which apples are which,” Brian explained. “The recipe’s keep saying find Fairly Delicious, but none of them were that. So I brought a bunch of them.”
Lily came over to inspect the apple collection. Who knew there could be so many different variations of this one fruit? One was yellow and lumpy, one was big and emerald green, another was short but wide with yellow-red colors, and then there’s this ruby red one, but shaped like a square. Apparently, they also tasted differently, and needed different ways to be cooked too!
“What do we do now, Lily?” Mimmy asked.
Lily folded her arms, and began tapping her elbow while thinking. She looked at the apples, she looked at the mixer, then towards the room outside the kitchen and finally, to the ceiling. In the end, she closed her eyes, then opened, as her mind came to a set decision.
“We are gonna leave it as is,” she said. “No cake from Miss Elefantus.”
“Really?” Mimmy asked, looking disappointed.
“Really.”
“But, where are we gonna get the cake now?” Bobby asked.
“We are already making one at home,” Lily reminded the penguin, who then light up and nodded. “Charlotte is still helping with making it, and we are using the apples that Miss Cheshire always buys.”
“Man, what a screwie,” said Brian, who was lazily leaning with his back to the wall. “First, Miss Elefantus turns into a monster, then her son looses consciousness, and now, we can’t even finish that cake! So much for a birthday present.”
“That’s alright! Even if the day went screwie, doesn’t mean it will end screwie too! C’mon guys, the day is still not over!” Lily stated triumphantly.
All three kids felt a bit more energetic thanks to her pep-talk, even Brian. Mimmy looked like she was ready to start going back to the cellar and get all the apples again.
“So, when do we go home?” Bobby asked.
“When the big kids come over.”
“But,” Brian said, while his cheeks sporadically blushed, “How do you know they’ll come back?”
“I guess cause they did the first time,” Lily explained.
“Makes sense,” Bobby nodded, knowing exactly what she meant.
Then as if on cue, the door got rapped several times. Mimmy was the first to say she’ll get it and ran to open it. She returned with Flora, Fotia and Barbie, who were panting profusely.
“We are here!” Flora declared, trying to keep herself from collapsing. The trio were trying to get to the store as quickly as they could, since they realized that the younger children were here. “Is everyone okay!?” she asked looked at them.
“Hello!” said Mimmy, finally being able to greet them since they passed by her.
Flora glanced at the mouse and then back at the other kids, who also seemed to giving them greetings.
“Hello,” said Lily.
“Hi again,” said Bobby.
“…” said nothing Brian, as an exception. Instead, he was shyly standing behind Lily. He just lightly shook his hand, only enough for Barbie to see and no one else.
“Um,” Flora scratched her head, a bit disoriented. Despite her expectations for a monster attack, the way the place looked like was as if nothing even happened.
“Can we leave now?” Bobby asked Lily, who nodded in return.
“Excuse me,” Flora interjected, “but isn’t there… a monster attack in this place?”
“Of course, we were gonna tell you about it,” Lily said. She walked towards the corner in the kitchen, until stopping near a rather large object, both in height and width. “Here’s Miss Elefantus, she got turned into a monster,” she said, pointing to the object.
Flora got closer to check, and without a doubt, this was in fact a Torque. It looked no different than that large tank she was way back then during the attack on the coffee shop. Flora wouldn’t really forget it, as it was her first time fighting these monsters.
“Is that everything?” she asked the young bat.
“Yep!” Lily confirmed. She then pointed to the cracks on the ceiling, “She’s kinda stuck though. Which I don’t think is good for her house. Oh! And also, Mister Elefantus is sleeping on the couch. He fainted earlier.”
“Oh…okay.”
Lily then went to gather the other orphans.
“Alright, it’s time we leave! Let’s say goodbye!”
“Bye,” said Mimmy, going out first.
“Bye,” said Bobby, hobbling his way out.
“…Bye,” whispered Brian, his eyes fixated on Barbie.
She pulled him by arm, and they all went out of the kitchen. The backdoor then promptly got closed shut.
Flora found Rose, finally appearing, in the middle of inspecting the Torque. Its head has broken through the ceiling, going in through a whole foot. Because of that, it looked stuck, although Flora thought that maybe it could’ve moved from there at any point it wanted to. In fact, it led her to question this, even more so than before.
“Why isn’t she moving?” she asked. Flora tried to come closer and see what Rose was looking at so much, but had her movement halted by the spirit.
“She is still a threat, rest assured,” Rose said. “However, this is nothing to worry. Torques frequently follow their hosts’ original wishes, at least when they first transform. There is a chance that it is consuming on her ingrained need for tidiness and order, and refuses to mar her own abode even further.”
Flora nodded, feeling it was more than expected. “Apple-pie order,” was how people tended to say Miss Elefantus acted, or other times, “Haggy-naggy.” Rose then gave a confused expression.
“I’ll tell you later about it,” Flora explained.
Suddenly the Torque shook in its spot, making the ceiling shake. Barbie jumped right out of the side of it, sheepishly dusting herself off.
“Be careful,” Flora said to her.
“Sorry, I just thought it is fascinating, isn’t it? To be able to see Torques this close?” Barbie said. Flora pursed her brows, and then looked at the Torque with the same expression she did when Barbie gave her a chance to hold the worm she had. Flora opted not to say the thing this time.
“Quite interesting,” said Fotia. He was also coming closer too, albeit holding a good distance, for once. “But are we sure what he is trying to do? It is a first I’ve seen of tht jester’s work, in which he chose to curse a soul, with nary a care why.”
“What, do you mean?” Barbie asked.
“Would this not be considered a trap?” Fotia noted.
Rose took a moment for consideration, and then spoke, “If it were true, then none of his current actions make any order of logic that I’ve seen so far. In faith, I even can claim, seeing his odd behavior and movement, that there is nothing about his actions that lead me to believe he is trying to trap us.”
Flora quickly glanced at Barbie, as if surprised, before asking, “Wait, you know where the clown is?”
“Truly, I am. But what I’ve seen, I am not even sure is real. I expected to see the trap laid bare, or perhaps a sense that he is trying to lure us. But all the steps he made were nothing more than an ungraceful hobble. To be clear, I’ve seen him: run on the roof, teleport to the forest, then return back to the roof, strike a pond with his hammer, scare off the builders who were situated by the library, scream at the lady down that street, over there, and then lie on a hill by your school, before returning to the roof again.”
All three kids slowly exchanged glances. Despite what she said, no one was making sense of what he did.
“Are you sure he isn’t simply leading you on?”
“If he were to led me, I asked Zamarad and Azrael to make sure to scout the area for any hidden trap of his. Before I entered here, Azrael told me that him and Zamarad found nothing of note.”
And so, the room became silent. Neither of the kids, nor the spirits seemed to be aware of what was going on. In the end, the first one who spoke was Flora.
“Okay, how about we finish with this and go after the clown? We can’t just leave this thing anyway.”
Barbie nodded in agreement. Fotia did too, but then froze, and as Flora began to transform into her form, slowly tiptoed away from the kitchen.
While she was busy, Fotia entered the living room. There was Mister Elefantus, completely out cold at the couch. To be more precise, he was at the foot of the couch, with cover and pillows all over him. It looks like the little kids found him too heavy.
Fotia checked over his shoulder, finding the girls too busy by themselves to notice him gone.
Why did you leave?
<You are still convinced of your idea, young Pierre?> Fotia asked. He could hear the young man sigh in his head.
I don’t know what you are thinking exactly, but don’t think I’m stupid, or something. I told you, I know it’s impossible to try and control this clown monster. Who know what he’ll do? Maybe he might just kill him instead. Then again, if he is just going around and turning people left and right, then maybe…
<Young Pierre…> Fotia rubbed his temple, in an unexpectedly exasperated behavior.
I know, I know, you can’t play with something this dangerous. I have told you before, I am NOT stupid.
<Even more, young Pierre, that scenario you have thought up in your head, will not have the result that you wanted.>
Huh? What do you mean?
<Consider this elderly lady. Do you see something quite wrong with her?>
Fotia wouldn’t respond. He seemed confused by that statement, unaware of what exactly he should be seeing about the Torque. Then again, by the time he said it, Flora had finished purifying Miss Elefantus.
And then suddenly she turned around with her face showing alarm.
“He’s in the city,” she said. “He made another Torque!”
…
For one solid minute, the crowd was silent.
Both Chester and Mr. Mouton were sitting there, with eyes bulging and mouths hanging open. This wasn’t a spectacle, but a slaughter. The older adult looked like he was ready to jump from his seat, and just yell into the roof. Chester just sat there dumbfounded.
Meanwhile, the referee came out of the corner, and started checking the battlefield. Bits and pieces were everywhere. This was one of the goriest battles he seemed to have witnessed since forever.
Finally, he raised his hand, and the crowd descended into boos.
Tom was frozen stiff. The only things moving were his hands, still shaking in all the directions.
The referee announced, with his finger pointing to the younger boy,
“You are disqualified.”
…
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