DEEP IN THE MAN CAVE || Henry Danger

Skipping Opposite Universe because it is my least favorite episode in the entire show. But if you do want me to write it, please just comment and ask because if it is requested I will write it! However, Grave Danger is in my top 10 episodes so super excited for this one!

Remember, I appreciate constructive criticism if you want to leave that so I can improve my story <3 

𝘔𝑎𝘳𝘤𝘩 24𝘵𝘩, 2016

HENRY, Charlotte & I are getting to work, having a conversation, just paying attention to each other as we come down the elevator.

We look in front of us, and we see Ray on the couch, facing the elevator. And for some odd reason, he's crying. And we see underwear glued to the wall. A lot of it.

What the hell?

"Ray?" Henry asks to get his attention.

He sits up on the couch. 

"Ray, why are you crying?" I question.

"Yeah, and why is your underwear stuck all over the place?" Charlotte asks.

"I...I don't know!" He cries.

"Ray...come on, buddy. I promise we'll find out who did this to your underpants, and we'll get 'em," Henry reassures.

"Yeah," I agree, and the three of us sit on the couch

"No, don't you see?" Ray questions. "I did this. I did this all by myself!"

He cries weird, so we just stare at him in disbelief, but also in confusion because I have no idea what he's talking about.

"But why?" Charlotte asks.

"You tell me! I took a nap, right here, and when I woke up, this bottle of glue was in my hand," He starts to explain, holding up glue. "And the underwear'd been stuck all over the place!"

"Okay, okay. Well maybe you were just sleep-walking," I reassure.

"Maybe. Because this isn't the first time something like this has happened. The other night I woke up at four in the morning, and you know what was in my bed with me?"

"Was it Schwoz's pig?" Charlotte asks.

"I wish. But no. I woke up and I found myself lying in my own spaghetti!"

I tilt my head in confusion.

"I'm sorry, what?" Henry asks.

Ray gets up from the couch. "Earlier that day, I made a big pot of spaghetti, right?" He gestures to the Auto-Snacker. "And when I woke up, it was all around me, in my bed...! ...There were meatballs in my pajamas." He cries more.

Charlotte stands up. "Alright, just calm down-"

"I can't calm down! I'm losing it! I put things down, and when I go to look for them, they're gone. And I keep losing my balance, too. I keep tripping over things that aren't there. I'm falling down for no reason! Ahh, look at my underwear. It's on the walls! That's not where underwear should be!"

I approach him and try to give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, but he yelps nervously.

"Hey! Listen. Listen to me. I want you to go to your room, right now. And take a long nap," I order.

"But there's spaghetti in my bed!" He cries, resting his head on my shoulder.

Henry lifts him off. "Then why don't you go sleep in your guest room?"

"Yeah, I'm sure there's no Italian food in that bed," Charlotte agrees.

He nods. "Okay, I'll try. I'll try the guest room," He wipes his tears.