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The seat made a quiet sound of protest as I shifted in place; my legs had started to become numb from being draped over the armrest. My upper back, while slightly sore, could stand to hold itself up over the opposite armrest for a bit longer. The book was dying down now, the final battle won, and loose ends tied up.
A loud CRASH broke me out of my trance, my relaxed posture tight and ready to spring as I looked over to the sound of scuffling.
what….
The multiverse?? skele-gods??? were lying?? on my (now broken) cofFEE TABLE????
The portal that rested in the ceiling snapped shut, also shocking me out of my reverie. From the glimpse I had, it looked pure white, but further up I peeked at the corner of a machine. The metal reflected into my eyes.
When they started to rise from their pile of bones, I realized I had to step in before anything else got broken, or I became a casualty in this fight to the probable death. Quickly acting, I turned my body to a more confident position (i.e. not like an idiot/five-year-old and like a normal person) and took a deep breath in.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!?” Note to self, don’t yell at the guys that could kill you. Second note to self, thank James for the self-defense lessons.
The moment I had shouted, Ink and Fresh froze in their tracks. The former mid strike with his brush, leaning forwards, so he stumbled once movement stopped and looked over at me. The latter was mid-kickflip over a string and landed with a jolt as his knees refused to buckle.
Now the third, most renown as the dangerous one, didn’t FREEZE. No, his instinct is FIGHT. He was already launching a new barrage of strings at Fresh and Ink, so it makes sense that he redirected them towards the sound, aka me. They had shot directly towards my chest and head, but luckily, I dodged in time.
This was achieved by throwing my book across the room and rolling off the armchair to the hardwood floor below. The book itself did more than I intended, my arm choosing to toss it towards Error himself; this led to him having to duck and the strings flying higher than he aimed.
After this quick moment of high adrenalin, he also appeared to freeze compared to the movement before anyway. In reality, he had just stopped and properly looked at his surroundings. He turned towards Ink and proceeded to yell at him. At least, that’s what I assume.
I, couldn’t actually hear anything coming from his mouth. I hummed quietly to confirm I wasn’t deaf, getting an odd look from Fresh in the process, before returning my attention to the extravagantly gesturing black-boned skeleton in my living room.
Ink responded much more calmly, raising and doing a placating gesture with his hands. He didn’t seem worried at all, so I guess he knew he could calm him or had done so before.
Realizing I was still on the floor, I stand and brush myself off. I had to suppress a flinch when Error whipped his head towards me. He started to march in my direction and pointed angrily towards the ceiling. I didn’t know what to do, but my feet had subconsciously taken me back. Once my elbow hit the wall, I realized I was trapped in.
Error slammed a hand next to my head and leaned over my cowering form. His hight was around mine, maybe slightly taller, but now he towered over me in presence and physicality. He bent over further to place face directly in front of mine. When he spoke, and I didn’t respond, he started to yell and jabbed a finger into my chest causing me to whimper.
Then it all stopped.
Error was pulled back from me as my knees failed. I slid down the wall, pulling my hands into my chest. Fresh was the one to come to my rescue, grasping Error on the arm and dragging him into the corner of the room, while Ink knelt beside me and tried to get my attention. He waved his hand in front of my face, but I was unresponsive, he tapped my shoulder with a similar result; getting slightly more worried, he took the most reasonable course of action. He grabbed my arm.
Normally I would be a bit uncomfortable at the gesture, but as my nerves were already frazzled this wasn’t the case.
A loud yelp escaped me as I ripped myself from his grip. Scrabbling backwards a couple feet until I came to properly. My chest heaved as I took in the situation; Error is pouting in the corner, Fresh is looking at me as his glasses show the ‘words’ “RU OK” and Ink appears shocked with a mixture of faint betrayal on his face.
I calmed my breathing and shut my eyes. Sighing deeply, I look towards Ink and stood up in sync with him.
“how about we sit down? you guys have a lot of explaining after all.” I gestured towards the chairs and walked over to the doorframe.
“i’ll be right back, please don’t break anything?” I hurry out of the living room and grab a notepad from my shelf in the games room. I look over at my desk and notice I left my fanfiction notes open; I blush brightly as they get shoved into an unused drawer and covered with some tax papers. I shut the door behind me as I leave.
Entering the room once more, I hand off the book to Ink with a quick explanation. A summary of my guess that I can’t hear them, probably because magic doesn’t exist here. I sit down in my usual place, ready for anything they could throw at me.
Well, anything except for more people falling through my even more broken table.
my life has just gotten really weird. almost like a t.v show…