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So, there Soul was, in the kitchen, thirsty as fuck. Monster wasn’t enough to quench his thirst, after he was pranked by his other ids by them filling vinegar into what little cans he had left. So all there was was water bottles, right? The tap water was disgusting, Soul recalled it being brown because they’re Australian. {hah.}
He opened the fridge and reached a blind hand to where he thought the water bottles would be, but grabbed a bottle of Worcester sauce instead. Fucken hell, mate.
“{ Heart, Where’s the water? }” Soul yelled to the slightly creaked door of Heart’s room, and when he didn’t get an answer, he was boiling with anger and dehydration, so he grabbed a Drake & Josh DVD from the DVD rack of old nostalgic movies and planned to use it as a weapon. He opened Heart’s door, and the weeping angel was laying on his stomach, head down, listening to whatever. Probably Tally Hall.
He threw the damn DVD at Heart’s head, earning a yelp, which alerted their third, Mind. Soul immediately heard Mind’s shoes hit the hardwood floor, and he walked into the room. “[ Soul, what the fuck are you doing? ]”
“{ Where’s the rest of the water bottles. }”
“[ Up your ass. ]”
The sound of artificial skin being slapped by an iCarly DVD case.
Oh, Atlas was fucked, so he bolted out of the room.
Mind followed him.
Screaming ensues.