If You Give a Bittybones a Cookie

Honestly, Cleaning Seemed Like a Good Idea

Tap Tap Tap...

They're getting louder. Oh jeez... you hope the house didn't have mice. You didn't think you-

Splat! You reel forward from the blow as something solid head explodes across the back of your head, coating your hair with a slimy substance that oozes out and down you back. You throw your arms up to protect your head from further assault as you backpedal to the kitchen.

What the hell was that?! It felt like... an egg? You reach up and pull various pieces of shell and slimy yolk from your hair with a grimace. That's so gross...

What you want to know is how an egg got in the trusses in the first place. You glared up at the ceiling, trying to catch a glimpse of the egg slinging intruder. Who the hell throws an egg at someone anyways? Honestly!

You turn away from your staring contest with the rafters with a huff of a chuckle. It was probably a just childish prank by the kids in the neighborhood. Or the ghost that is supposed to be haunting the house. Oh well... what's done is done and it was all in good fun.

...

You hope.

"It was a pretty clever prank though," You say, looking up at the beams with a bright smile. More pieces of shell fall out of your hair as you tilt your head up. "Hear that Ghosty? I liked your prank and you're not gonna scare me off that easily!"

Silence greeted your bold declaration. Oh well. At least you let them know. With a shrug, you make your way over to your bags and start rummaging around in them for your clothes. "Ahh well... I needed to get in the shower anyway."

As you pass under the pesky beam on your way to the shower you fail to notice two small bright red lights watching you and the bright red glow of blushing cheeks.

***

Edgy's claws dig into the beam he is sitting on, splintering the wood. What the hell was that about?! They were supposed to be runnin' away screamin', not complimentin' his prank! What's with this idiot anyway?

"so... didn't have any luck," Edgy grits his teeth in irritation. Of course, this asshole had to come and gloat! He swings around, meeting the eyelights of Sansy. He's standing beside him, hands stuffed in the pockets of that stupid blue hoodie he loves so much. He winks when he notices Edgy looking at him. He flips him off with a scowl. This smug bastard always gets on his nerves. He just wanted to-

"anyways. seems like the human thought your prank was eggcellent." Sansy says, snickering at his own pun, winking at Edgy when he chuckles along.

A smirk sharpened his grin. "yeah, my pranks are a lot better than the rest of yours," He preens, standing up. His brow furrows when he turns to Sansy, who was watching him with a grin and a risen brow bone. "what're ya doin' up here anyway?"

Sansy shrugs his shoulders. "it's my turn to keep watch. but, uh, if you wanna take my shift too then be my guest."

Edgy glowered, wanting nothing more than to blast that stupid grin off Sansy's skull. Instead, he channels his raging magic in his bones in preparation of a shortcut. "hell no, ya lazy bastard! do yer own job!"

Sansy chuckles as Edge shortcuts away, leaving nothing behind but a puff of red residual magic. He settles against one of the support beams and closes his eyes. Maybe he had time for a little nap before you got out of the shower.

A mischievous grin stretches across his teeth. Then they could set the first part of the plan in motion.

***

You step out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the rest of your unpacking. You look at your phone. The moving truck should be here anytime and your mother would be here with your pets tomorrow so...

Crash! Your heart jumps to your throat as you look down the hallway toward the kitchen, wide-eyed. A chill washes over you. What the hel-heck was that? Hands shaking slightly with adrenaline you reach back into the bathroom and grab the first heavy thing your fingers graze.

You tiptoe down the hallway, gripping your weapon with sweaty hands. Did someone break in...? You held your breath as you peeked around the corner into the kitchen, holding the hairdryer close to your face, before you burst around the corner brandishing the hairdryer like a gun.

"Freeze!" You shouted... into the empty kitchen. With a furrowed brow you lowered your weapon, eyes wandering across the room just in case the intruder tried to pull a fast one on you. You narrow your eyes, taking a slow step into the kitchen. When you didn't see anything out of the ordinary you lowered your weapon with a relieved laugh. Sheesh... this house is going to be an adventure to live in.

You place your hairdryer on the counter and lean against it. Phew... all this excitement sure did work up an appetite! When you open your fridge you make a pitiful sound in the back of your throat. Man... you still need to go shopping...

...Dammit.

You sigh and close the fridge with a pout. Screw it. You would just order takeout for tonight. When you reach for your phone your hand grabs at empty air. What...?

You turn around, brow furrowed in confusion when you spot your phone on the counter a few feet away. Wait... You didn't leave your phone there when you put it down...

Did you...?

Cautiously, you cross the kitchen and slowly pick up your phone. When you examine it everything seems to be in order. A chill slithers down your spine.

"Ok, Ghosty. You seriously need to cool it for a while. Please?" Silence met your plea, of course. You huff out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of your neck as the hairs on the back of your arms stood on end.

...

...You definitely weren't alone in this house.

You take a breath, then let it out slowly before smiling. You wouldn't let all of this weirdness shake your nerves. You wouldn't let this scare you out of this house. You would be a good housemate.

Everything is going to be great despite the strangeness.

With a smile, you stroll out of the kitchen, whistling a cheerful tune.