No destination today

by Redderd101

Summary:

After a long day from a shitty part time job, the homeowner planned to watch a movie called final destination that was given to them by their friend, but of course as expected the homeowner fell asleep...except for the dateables...who were a little to curious for their own good

English is not my first language be warned of misplace commas, misspellings,errors, and repeated words, you have been warned reader

Inspired by: @dorianswhat(Little-Axe) lol
(if you see this...how)

Chapter 1

Exactly 7:00pm

 

After a long day at their part time job, the homeowner reach their house only to realize their key was missing, "Are you...kidding me..." but luckily Dorian opened the door for them, "thanks Dorian" once inside they grabs the dateviators and wore them, "good to be back home" the homeowner at ease, before Dorian spoked, "You forgot the keys to this place... that's a bit irresponsible as a homeowner" Dorians tone low an obvious seethed to his voice, "Relax Dorian I'll get it tomorrow, besides your the best body guard to this house" Dorian looked away closing his eyes, "you better get it back" he demanded, "sure I will...besides it's been a long day so I'll just get it tomorrow"

walking through the hallway, they didn't notice one of the pens from their bag drop perfectly between the floor boards as they headed to their office

The homeowner grabbed some popcorn before saying hi to Freddy, they head over to the couch and there they grabbed a suspicious cd from their bag, "hmm...Sam did recommend this for me...won't hurt to try binging the whole movie I watch to many basic horror movies with barely any gore in them so maybe it's time for a change" homeowner plugged the TV insert the disk and started watching, but before that they realized they were still wearing the dateviators, since they didn't want to ruin the experience they took it off and rested it beside them before unpausing and continued on with the film

 

10 minutes into the movie

 

They fell asleep, their head tilted to their shoulder as the movie continued on without them, they were unaware with the living room dateable surrounding them, "never seen them sleep just minutes into a movie" Mateo was puzzled, meanwhile Koa didn't bother questioning the homeowner, "well at least there well rested...they haven't had a good sleep recently" Mateo nodded agreeing to him, "your right Koa...I wonder what they were watching" he noticed the unpaused movie, suddenly a shadow loomed over mateo, he looked up covering his inanimals...it was xxXShadowlord420xxx!(hehehe), "ah, it appears the homeowner is viewing the finest horrific entertainme-" he was suddenly cut off from the beaming light of Lux, "Heyyy everyone!" Skips goes to his old form and groans, as Lux lights the whole room, "So I see you guys are watching something, mind if chirp in" He notices skips in the corner, but ignores him, "well we weren't planning too, but...sure the more the merrier" Mateo smiled as he sat back down, Lux notices the homeowner sleeping, "aww...seems there no space for me, but that's fine" Koa was confused with Lux's statement, there was clearly enough space besides the homeowner

After every living room object settle down, everyone thought it was those typical teenage movies by the way they were introduced to the main character, till they eventually reach that one particular scene, "this is getting a bit boring even for my flavor" Phoenicia was ready to leave, "Tots agree with you, I have more other things to do then watch whatever overkill this is, seriously the homeowner should get new friends, with good taste-" 

 

the chains holding the logs together snaps and hurdles down the road

 

all the objects got there interest back, "ooooh finally something, now what genre of movie is this again?" Mateo shrugged who almost fell asleep

 

the man noticed this too late, the log hit his front windshield going through car, blood gushing through the other end

 

Mateo covered one of the eyes of the inanimals, "you didn't tell me it was like this1" Phoenicia was shock on what she was seeing, "I didn't know the homeowner was watching this?!" Lux however shouted at the top of his lung, "I'm gonna gag, my stomach can't handle things like these! WTF!" the others heard the commotion from the other rooms 

Dorian steps in the living room confused and frustrated with the noise, "oi, what's with all this commotion?" he turns to the TV noticing

 

He desperately slams on his breaks, but it was no use, his motorcycle swirl leaving him sliding on the road, the blue car's driver tried turning around when he saw the scene unfold, but it wasn't enough as the logs rammed into his car and he rolled several time before meeting his end with an explosion

 

"What are you watching?" Dorian retorted at everyone, "I don't know the homeowner slept leaving this on and we were curious!" Koa woke up to the commotion, "huh...what happened?" he yawned, startled by everyone shouting, especially Lux who exited the room gagging, "ugh my followers can't see me in this state" Dorian was pissed at the noise as it got in the way of their duty, "well shut it off and just let the damn homeowner rest" 

 

More screams can be heard, each death on the road is as brutal and graphic as they can be

 

they tried searching for the remote, while the screams and explosions coming from the TV continued, alas they couldn't find it, luckily the homeowner was still asleep, they couldn't do anything, but to either stay or leave the room, some stayed.

Half the house top to bottom was curious of what they were watching as there shout was heard in every room they went in and watch with some of the living room dateables who just accepted it as movie night with the many people coming in and out, which was a big mistake when more and more graphic depiction of unexpected death showed on screen, when they all thought it was over, another one was played in the same CD, "They really need to find better friends than whoever this Sam person is" Doug commented

But even after all the screams, homeowner was still unfazed as ever sleeping as their head move slightly to the side on how unaffected they were with the screams on the TV, some questioned if they were even alive...before changing their mind with the constant murmur that comes from them,

6 movies later and it finally ended, everyone was either hiding behind the couch, holding their friends, and even terrified at the endless possibility of death, suddenly the homeowner woke up, everyone was startled when they stood up, "wh-what time is it?"

Timothy popped out from under the couch "Dear I've just realized I eleven, thirty, and--" before Timothy can say anything Doug walked up to him laughing at him, "The glasses are obviously right beside them, jeez and I thought cats were smart, but guess your not part of the litter" Timothy was offended, "Well excuse you sir, unfortunately I have to leave, Timeliness is my forte...not whatever dread of a thing you are" Doug was also offended and didn't take that lightly, Dorian stepped in, "Settle down you too, I'm not in the state to do something after...that" 

The homeowner saw the time, "Gosh...I really missed the whole movie...bummer" They yawned grabbing the dateviators with them, before stopping and turning back unaware of the many dateables still there, "Sorry if I woke up any of you...if you even sleep..." Betty stood up from the couch and pass by them going upstairs

"I wonder why Telly didn't turn it off while I was asleep" Telly awkwardly laughs, "It was getting interesting"

"...oh well good night if you guys are even awake" they then head off to bed.

They reached the stairs, but undenounced to the Owner one of the steps were loose, as they ran upstairs the step flipped over causing them to fall back, coincidentally one pen was between the wooden boards of the floor, Betty panicked as she looked back, but luckily they managed to hold on the handles saving themselves a painful back problem, everyone gasped..."that was a close one...that never happened before? I have to fix that tomorrow" Betty sighed with relief.

The homeowner sat down at the edge of their bed they fell back, stretching, stirring for a bit, before finally sleeping soundly, though Betty looked over them and wonder...could what they have watched possibly could happen?

"I hope not..." she whispered before letting them sleep

Meanwhile downstairs...

"What was that all about?!" Everyone was practically panicking, "That's not possible...I never noticed that!"  "Everyone calm down" Stella was concerned on how she didn't even noticed that one step.

Celia. The mayor of the house calmly spoke..."it's okay Stella" Celia reassured her, she calmly turn back at everyone present, "now I don't know much about the movie you watched I can agree that it was a bit...nerve rattling for everyone, but I assure you it's just a movie...no bad thing can happen to us, we can't be physically hurt" Everyone calmed down a bit, but Doug the existential dread they are broke the silence, "Yeah your right mayor, but you forgot about the homeowner can" She turned to Doug as everyone perked their head, "What." Celia just now realized the most obvious detail, "Mayor I due respect or whatever. The homeowner is human...humans can die remember?" He grinned.

The room was quiet before he realized, "Oh...you know I should've kept that as an inside thought instead" Everyone went back to panicking, "Doug." Celia sighed, "Heh...sorry about that, not my fault that's all the homeowner can think about" That made everything worse, "Doug!" Florence shouted for the mayor, "sorry" he scratched the back of his head

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Next Day

 

The homeowner sat up and stretched a bit, they were ready for another day, they calmly take their glasses, and wear them...

 

"Heya Betch! Good to see you ali-I mean awake!" Lux shout startling the owner, "OH MY GOSH!- L-Lux this early?!" Homeowner sighed, pinching their nose bridge in obvious frustration, "Go do your live somewhere else Lux it's..." The homeowner turns around to see it was past nine, "10?! Why didn't Timothy warn me...?" Lux sat on their bed, taking a few pictures, "well were obvi trying to distract you" 

"What?"

"What."

They can hear multiple groans and sighs coming from the bedroom and bathroom, "Nice job Lux..." Betty sighed sitting next to the homeowner, "can someone please explain what's going on?" Dorian stepped up front, "well to practically tell you...your in house arrest" 

"Excuse me?"

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2: Up and Down

Summary:

I didn't proof read because my eyes are swelling right now

I want to sleep

The homeowner was utterly confused as to why everyone thought that was a good idea to begin with, "Dorian...you mean everyone?" Dorian nodded, "I was ordered by the mayor of the house" well that was unexpected, "so your telling me half of you agree for me to stay at my house all day. No I'm not doing that" Betty reached her hand out to the homeowner cheeks, "I promise you I'll make it comfy" the homeowner smiled at her reassurance, but they couldn't just stay in bed a whole day, "Sorry...but you can't expect me to stay a whole day, but I promise you I'll go to sleep early this time" her eyes was filled with uncertainty

"Now...let me speak to the mayor Dorian" His head hung low, but he slowly opens the door for them, "they'll be fine..." He reassured everyone present in the room.

---

The homeowner saw Florence walking back and forth, something seems to worry her, "Florence there you are" she panicked seeing the homeowner approaching her, "can I talk to Celia please?" she looks down looking everywhere except for the homeowner, "well...well" 

"I'll take it from here Florence." Florence looked behind her and sighed with relief, "what seems to be the problem homeowner?" Celia asked, "well...I want to know about the house arrest thing" Celia took a deep breath before answering them, her hands clasp together, "well some of the residence...suggested it" the homeowner looked more confused by the minute, "I have so many questions to why you agreed with them"

"I needed to agree for everyone's satisfaction and your safety" safety? the homeowner was more confused, what do they mean about safety?

"I hate to say this...but I am the owner, it's kind of wrong to keep me inside of my own home all day...let alone announce a home arrest at me without my prior knowledge mayor" their voice raise for a bit, before calming down, "I'm sorry...I know I spend most of my time inside, but I may have to disregard what you say or what you order them to do towards me, mayor"

Florence fidgeted with her fingers, she looks up to Celia who just stands there, "I agree...I know my duties is to help everyone with any issues they face, but I realized I shouldn't have enforce anything on you for you are the owner of this household" 

"Thank you for understanding mayor" Celia nodded quietly, the homeowner sighs, they plan to go downstairs, forgetting a major issue they had last night.

 

They reached the stairs, looking down they noticed a bunch of tools scattered on the floor, "must be Tony's..." 

 

"wait!" they stop midway, "what's the problem?" They look behind to see Tony above them, "loose steps remember, heard what you said last night and thought I'll do the work for you" 

"why's your tools down there?" 

"I have no idea...they were up here earlier, must've fell while I was away" He furrowed his brow, "I didn't hear it though..."

"thanks Tony I'll be careful next time" The homeowner skipped the loose step down the way. Dorian greeted them with a raise brow as they pick their coat up, "going somewhere?" he menacingly looks down as if he's guarding the front door with his life, "just heading off"

"Well aren't you in house arrest?" He added, "No not anymore we talked about it and I'm free to go whenever, why did you guys even suggeste-" Curt and Rod slide in front of Dorian who steps back a bit, "where ya going there with that grandpa fit" Curt bantered an obvious grin plastered on his face

The homeowner chuckled before grabbing there car keys, THERE CAR KEYS.

"wait, wait, wait, where are you going?!" Rod raised both of his hands to get the homeowners attention, "Oh I'm gonna go at my workplace"

"Work?!" The homeowner passed by them reaching for the door, "Hold on there why would you need to be at work when you got me" Rod placed his hand in his chest, "Don't you mean us?" Rod's eye narrowed, "Don't say it so weird" The homeowner shrugged as they grab their bag, "Hold on your forgetting something!" Curt and Rod panicked as they try to stop the homeowner from leaving in many means possible.

"Hmm...oh yeah, I'll be back at 12pm noon sharp!"

"Not that"

"Oh...uhh...oh yeah my car keys I keep dropping it everywhere"

"Not that either!"

"I know the dateviators! I can't bring that outside" The homeowner grabbed the stem of their glasses before Rod stops them, "No, no, no, it's something else!" The Homeowner was utterly shocked and confused they couldn't lay a finger on what they were supposed to remember, "It's a Saturday remember, you don't have work at the weekends!" Rod thought that after he says that, they wouldn't leave, maybe they did forget that part, he was confident.

"Oh yeah I know that...I just forgot my house keys back at my workplace maybe" Rod and Curt jaw dropped as they slowly turn to Dorian.

Dorian's eyes widened he completely forgot about that, "you don't need to get the keys, maybe you can call someone from your job to get it for you" Dorian clarified, the two nodded in sync agreeing with him, "that's the sad part I'm still not familiar with some of my new coworkers" they started looking around to try to find more excuses, "well you did say I was a great bodyguard to this house so you don't need it" Dorian added to try and persuade the homeowner, "You?, no offense Dorian, but I think were the better guards to this place" both of them were then slapped behind there head, "shut up." Dorian gritted, "weren't you mad I forgot about it?" The homeowner tilted their head to the side eyeing Dorian, "No, it's fine I can assure you I don't need the keys"

The three of them noticed the kitchen Dateables peeking in the corner, Rod mouth them to "Help here" as he pointed at the unaware confused homeowner who was getting worried on whatever they were trying to do, "what are you pointing at?"

"Nothing, Nothing...maybe you should drink a cup of coffee before you head off, you did just wake up" Curt suggested, a slight unsureness can be heard from his voice

"Don't want you...sleeping on the road...while driving..." 

"yeah driving..."

The homeowner thought about it for a moment, "maybe your right...I'll see you guys later" They sighed with relief, Abel entered the halls where he noticed the three, Dorian noticed him as well, "Hey Abel, mind helping me?"

"Sure Dorian, what do you need? Ask away"

"Good" Dorian reached for his pockets, grabbing the homeowners car keys, "here do me a favor and hide this somewhere?"

"How'd you get that?" Curt asked, "well the homeowner is a bit oblivious of their surroundings, you can basically grab anything from them, without them noticing" Dorian answered him as he juggles it around and tossed the key to Abel, "got it!"

"That's cool, wait till we-"

"If you even there tell them what I said or even try doing it I promise you two won't be near any windows for the rest of your life"

They gulped before stepping away slowly from Dorian

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3: Two missing keys

Summary:

They just realized?

Notes:

Not proof read because I have to sleep early (Dang it saturday classes I had to write this today, there could've been a chance that I would already be writing a draft but oh well saturday classes over a non school day WEEKS BEFORE)

"Hi guys" the atmosphere felt thick, everyone present was either in their own little spot, looking away, "is everything okay?" the homeowner asked a bit worried of everyone present, they didn't answer, they walk pass all of them only to stop and notice the mugs are gone replaced by plastic cups, "Daisuke?" he didn't respond as he shifts around the chairs, "w-why? Exactly are there only plastic cups here?" 

"I'm low on inventory, so you'll be using plastic cups from now on, we don't want you using it for cold drinks" The homeowner raised there brow, "what are you talking about? I'm getting coffee" 

"Kopi is on break" 

"uhh...sure I guess I could just..." they were planning on eating instead, the kitchen team was ready to serve them food instead, but their stomach hurts for some reason, "no nevermind, I'll just leave" they needed to find another way for them to not leave

"Wait!" Timothy stood up, "you forgot you set an appointment with me!" Daisuke silently thanked Timothy, "really?" The homeowner asked, he nods frantically, "yes and your just in time for the scchedule"

"hmm...I politely cancel the appointment!" the homeowner raised there hand swaying it, "what?!" Timothy was in disbelief, he grabbed his tail holding it tight, "b-but, but!"

"I'm surprised you remember this 'appointment', but not waking me up as usual" Timothy shrieked he forgot about that, "I was so focus on your appointment that you sadly cancelled, t-that I have forgotten about it, which I apologize dearly" he was shaking, unknown to anyone, Timmy was begging to come out, beg them to stay where they were present, where they can see them, "What is your reason for cancelling if I may ask?" The homeowner notices his tight grasp on his tail and they wanted to test something, "I'm going outside"

Everyone present either winced or gasp, Lux came out of nowhere, "OH MY GOSH REALLY?!"

"where did you come from?"

"Idk I thought I was still distracting you or whatever"

 

The homeowner left the room and as they leave they can hear arguing behind them, walking towards the front door they see Hank number three blocking Dorian, "you can go I'll handle it myself" Dorian huffed they obviously didn't want someone blocking them

"no bruh I got this, I'm totally good at this body guard stuff"

"it wasn't a suggestion"

To be honest the homeowner was done with whatever they were all doing they just wanted the house keys as they grab for their phone they realized, their car key was gone, "ugh...not again." they enter the office checking all the drawers, "Hey Mac did you see anyone hide my keys"

"Don't you mean if your keys are here instead of saying it like one of us took it"

"well here's the thing, some of you...uhh...asked me to be house arrested?" Mac didn't say anything they could here Jeremy shuffling around, "I didn't...exactly know why everyone suggested that to the mayor and when I heard it was for your safety, I just thought..."

"It was the right thing" The homeowner didn't look at Mac, "yes..."

"It's fine...thanks for caring I needed that" Mac smiled, but it was evident they had this worried look, "I'll see you later"

They exit the office with a defeated sigh, they look towards the door, Dorian was gritting his teeth as Hank three was all up his business talking about what he and the other Hanks do, the homeowner couldn't hold their smile, "well guess I'm not going" "I wonder where the other Hanks where it's rare to see them apart"

They sat down on the couch, making sure Koa doesn't wake up from his light nap

Their phone rang, they reach their pocket, it was an unknown number, "who could this be?"

 

While Dorian was arguing with the third Hank, he notices the homeowner grabbing their bag and jacket like their leaving, Third Hank looked at the direction Dorian was looking at when he stopped talking to them

"Hey bruh...where you going?"

"I'm heading off to see my coworker"

"What?, but ya don't have your car keys and isn't your work really, really far away dude"

"Yeah, but one of my coworkers that works on Saturday shifts at my department just called and their allowing me to take a ride with them"

Dorian stepped in front of Hank, "You don't need to get the keys remember and besides I also said that you could just ask them to get it for you"

"Oh yeah, but that's a bit embarrassing in my opinion...I was also invited to this event by them" Dorian and Hank three glanced at each other, before they can say anything else, the homeowner takes the glasses off and place it at the desk drawer

Unknown to them Dasha and Abel were talking when they noticed the homeowner placing the glasses inside one of the drawers, Abel came running out and confronted Dorian, "Did they find the keys I could've sworn I kept it in a safe place"

"It's okay Abel it's something else"

"Well where they going?" A car pulled up on their driveway, "who's that?" Abel pointed outside

the homeowner opened the door, it wouldn't budge for a moment, but with enough force it opened, "I won't take long" the door shut behind them 

 

"they'll be fine...I hope" the last part came more of a whisper from Dorian

Notes:

Don't worry there in good hands...HANDS IN MY MERCY

Sorry for short chapter :[

There's a bonus chapter after this one and after that I'll be working on chapters of people arguing and near death experience YAY!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 4: BONUS CHAPTER

here are some forgotten and discontinued Ideas I was supposed to put in the previous chapters

 

There was supposed to be a way for you the reader to know what happens if the homeowner didn't dodge death like a what if in the middle of a chapter:

They slowly descend the stairs planning to pick up the tools they left scattered, but suddenly they hear a scream behind them, "Wait!"  the loose steps they forgot trips them as they hurdle down the stairs, and eventually meet the sharp edges of each tool and the tool box, it was painful, but they couldn't utter one single word, not one, as their throat was block by a screwdriver in the middle and slowly...slips...away

 

My previous Idea for the kitchen scene of the previous chapter, but of course I ditched it because it didn't make sense in a way

The homeowner entered the kitchen, the atmosphere felt thick, "Hello?" No one answered, they were starting to worry where all the kitchen dateables went, "Guys?" The homeowner repeated, with no response they take a seat, thinking they went somewhere else.

It was quiet, a heavy sigh escaped the homeowner, their head hurts for some reason, it's been like that for days now, they haven't told anyone about the constant headache they feel to anyone in this household, "...keep it together...keep it...together"

"Are they okay?"

The homeowner raised their head, they heard something or someone... "Guys you still in here?" They stood up looking around, "c'mon I'm not in the mood after what you guys told the mayor to do to me" and yet no one answered, "I...fine I'll just get my coffee and I'm off" They stood up from their chair, they place a hand in the back of their neck, before they stop to notice there were no mugs, just plastic cups, "what...in the..." The homeowner couldn't hold their frustration, "Fine! guess I'm drinking coffee with plastic cups then." But they notice the coffee machine didn't seem to work, "Kopi?"

The homeowner sighed they felt dizzy all of a sudden, "dang it not now." They fixed their posture and tried to ignore the growing pain, "maybe I just woke up early...yeah...early"

 

Instead of the homeowner receiving a call which we don't see mentioned I was supposed to write like a dialogue of the interaction, but I thought it was cringe

The call
"Hello?"

"Hi...uhh this is uhh..."

The person at the other end of the call sounded unsure or even hesitant.

"Are you still there?"

"Oh! Sorry it's just that...I'm your coworker...I-I think I'm not sure...is this that one person in dayshift that doesn't talk to people that much"

Ouch.

"Does this person perchance wear a white polo that obviously has a red shirt underneath"

"Oh! guys this is them"

They hear other people chattering

"Sorry for earlier I just thought it be awkward"

"Why?"

The homeowner remembered that it was a Saturday and these people sound like they didn't work on Saturday

"Well..."

The homeowner can hear someone faintly whispering, "Don't tell them"

They responded with, "C'mon I got to...I kind of feel bad"

"Where having a party and as you can see we didn't invite you, WHICH WE APOLOGIZE...it was just that you didn't really know or talk to anyone so we thought you didn't want to be bothered"

Oh...double ouch

"That's fine I was really actually busy...so why did you call?"

"we saw this key and thought it belong to you, it was on your desk"

"Gosh there so clumsy who forgets a house key" A laugh they can obviously here in the background of the call

 

Chapter 5: Hours Pass and Where are you?

Summary:

"THEY'RE GONNA SMASH THEIR HEAD WITH A LOG IF WE DON'T DO SOMETHING!"

Notes:

I didn't double check(again) because school night(again) and my eyes are burning right now

I know I'm promised near death on this chapter, but it's been a few days and I didn't want any of you waiting, I'm sorry

And I'll be editing this chapter tomorrow night like always

Celia went downstairs with Florence trailing behind her after they heard a commotion in the kitchen

"You really can't keep your mouth shut can you"

"It's not my fault I do streams not whatever your asking me to do"

"We ask you to do it HOURS AGO because everyone knows damn well your the loudest in this house Lux!"

"you wanna test me high head"

"What did...you say to me!?"

 

"Enough!" Everyone frozed they looked over to see the mayor glaring at all of them, "what is the meaning of this? Your all lucky the neighborhood can't hear us, now tell me!" no one answered immediately, they all looked away waiting for anyone to answer for them, "if this is still about the Home arrest all of you suggested me, I am stopping it this instant"

They stared in utter disbelief asking why over and over again, they had thought that the homeowner was disobeying the mayor, but no the mayor herself agreed on stopping it, "I was confronted by the homeowner this morning and they didn't quiet like hearing about the home arrest you all suggested" 

"where's the homeowner anyway?" 

Celia heard a car starting outside, she wasn't the only one who heard, they all went to the living room, looking out the window they see the homeowner entering an unfamiliar car and driving off.

"Dorian where are they going?" Celia walked up to Dorian noticing Hank three grabbing his leg, "Getting the house keys..." Dorian grunted, Hank three was being shaken around like a damn mop, "get off my leg."

"All of you don't need to worry they'll be back in less then two hours..."

 

TWO HOURS LATER

 

"They still ain't back" Curt glanced back at the window slouching at the couch, he place his leg on Rod's leg(fan service), "Man get your leg off me!" he shoved Curt off the couch

All the Hanks where standing guard in front of Dorian, his eye twitched as they skootch closer to his personal space.

"You sure they be back?"

"It's been two hours bruh"

"Maybe they were lying"

"Ay! Don't disrespect one of our homies"

"Yeah! Not cool bruh"

Dorian huffed, "this is my life." But they were right it's been two hours and the sun was setting, no homeowner in sight, Skylar was sitting with the others in the living room giggling in Dorian's current situation

 

FOUR HOURS LATER

 

"will you all just leave me be" Dorian was starting to get irritated of the Hanks, "No where all here to help you guard the door so our House Homie won't leave" they all say in unison posing in front of him

"They just did!" Dorian shouted, "they did? Oh yeah they did my bad for forgetting" Hank three confessed awkwardly shaking in place

No homeowner yet which bothered some people it was already night time, Skylar was waiting with the others, trying to pass the time, maybe they'll come home eventually

Skylar went up stairs to ask for the time and what better then to ask the cat himself "Hey Timothy what time is it if I may have the pleasure to ask?" he didn't answer back he was shaking on the bed, "are you okay?"

he stood up grinning, "more than ever, can't be late for master's arrival nya"

"Timmy?"

"Fancy pansy Timothy had more than enough time with owner nya"

"uhh sure" They didn't, "...can you tell me the time Timmy" Timmy didn't comply crossing his arms tilting his head high, "No, only boring old timothy does STUPID schedules and timing" 

"Then can I talk to timothy?"

"No." he then ran off to who knows where giggling and cackling to himself, "we should restrain him every time he turns to that he scares me" Dirk was holding on to his Bat body pillow

Skylar sighed and went downstairs passing the Hanks pocking Dorian on every inch of their body entering the office Mac was casually watching cat videos resting their head on their fist, "Hey I hope I'm not bothering, Mac can you tell me what time it is" 

"Wasn't there someone who could do that?"

"Yeah, but there out of service for tonight" Mac knew what they meant and minimize their tabs to check, "It's 9pm" Skylar eyes widened, "Really? do you know the last time the homeowner left?" Skylar sat down on the homeowner's office chair, "Sorry I didn't notice them leave...I was busy reading something"

Skylar was getting worried, they just needed to get one house key, why would It take so long it was an hour drive to their job they would have already come home by then.

Mac had an idea, he closed all tabs and opened messages "Did the homeowner bring Phoenicia" Skylar nodded and knew what they were about to do, "maybe I can call them and they can give me there status, the homeowner uses two different accounts when messaging"

 

Homer

Phoenicia you there?

Horner

YES oml thanks for texting I don't know why I didn't think of that 

 

"It worked!" Mac was relieved, "tell them about the homeowner" Skylar stood up from the chair

 

Homer

Why are you guys taking so long?

Horner

That's the bad part I don't know they been jumping from home to home 

Homer

What? I thought all they were supposed to do was get their house keys

Horner

I'm losing connection, but there's one bad thing I gotta tell you

Homer

What

Horner

they been in the highway and their in front of a logging truck

 

"What? wait what's that supposed to mean" Mac was confused, they turned to Skylar only to see them gripping the table, "OH...NO"

 

FLASHBACK

"You all want this, You want me to enforce this?" Celia raised a hand on her chest shocked by everyone's wild suggestion, "Well...that movie you all watched must have been quiet graphic for Dorian to even agree" Dorian looked away crossing his arms, "for safety..." he groaned, "I do agree of keeping our human safe, but all of you will be working together to make that happen, I won't instruct any of you, but please don't go to far" Celia walked away before calling for Skylar, "yes ma'am?"

"How bad was it actually?"

"I...we saw multiple dying very graphic..." Skylar couldn't continue

"I understand...you'll be coordinating, though I don't know if the homeowner might like this idea, but I too am worried of the safety of our human"

"Thank you miss Mayor"

 

 

"Oh no no no What if they get hurt" Skylar started pacing back and forth around the office, "Is this about the movie I heard you guys watch, you guys were pretty loud last night"

Skylar didn't hear Mac as they continue panicking, "uhh okay...what movie was that again..." Mac just needed to know the name, "Dang it Sam and final destined or...whatever the name is?!" luckily while Skylar was panicking she mentioned the movies name, though it wasn't the exact name they still managed to find it Lyric entered the room seeing Skylar walking around in circles, he leans on the table looking at what Mac's doing, "What's happening?" 

"No idea, did you watch the movie they watch last night?"

"No not at all I didn't bother checking"

Mac looked it up and clicked on the first video that popped up 

"Okay so this...oooh I see why you guys are worried about a logging truck, but this isn't possible I'm sure they'll be fine" 

Mac was unfazed with all the blood, considering they encountered more worse media by accident, however lyric gagged before excusing himself and leaving 

"Skylar it's fine"

"No it isn't I just...I can't explain it...just feels like I'm going to disappoint everyone if they get hurt"

"No you won't, it won't be anyone's fault not yours, not them either"

Skylar calmed down, "let's not tell anyone, that movie really did make us a little worried" Mac nodded, "little is an understatement Sky" unknown to them both the Hanks heard about what Mac read from Phoenicia about the homeowner current situation

Dorian stood there breathing a sigh of relief that the Hanks focused on something else, before they started shouting and pacing around the house, going upstairs before jumping back down and pleaded for Dorian too open

"Dorian my dude you need to let us help them?!"

"What?"

"PLEASE MR DORI!"

"Don't call me that?!"

All the five Hanks tried to push Dorian out of the way, "PUSH!" they say in unison, but he didn't move an inch, Celia heard the ruckus downstairs as Koa, Mateo, Curt, and Rod watch all the Hanks trying to push Dorian

"I thought they were stunt performers not jesters and clowns" Rod chuckled planting their face on their hand, "With those fit I thought they were always clowns"

"Gentlemen, what seems to be the problem here?" Celia eyed the five, the Hanks all stopped and positioned themselves straight, "Just here to rescue our house homie, sir!"

Hank number four raised his hand to salute, Hank five slapped him in the head signing him to correct his mistake, "I mean ma'am!"

"Okay...Mr Hank number..?"

"Four!"

"Hank four, why are you disturbing Dorian here...or why are all of you five disturbing Dorian"

"Well to give you a short summary" Hank one stepped in front of all the boys putting his thumb and index finger to his chin, "now how do I summarize..."

Florence giggled behind Celia who obviously was trying to hold their smile entertained by the Fivesom (yes I searched it up it's called a fivesom or quintet, which doesn't sound tubular in my opinion and no I'm not changing it)

"Ooh I got a summary" Hank number two raised there hand high, stepping in front of one, "Ahem..." Silence and Anticipation, "THEY'RE GONNA SMASH THEIR HEAD WITH A LOG IF WE DON'T DO SOMETHING!"

Mac and Skylar were laughing to some cat videos before they heard muffled screaming outside the office, they both look at each other they were of course concerned to say the least Skylar walked up to the door and slowly open it

 

It was utter chaos in short

Curt and Rod were checking the driveway like their life depended on it, The Hanks were pushing Dorian who didn't flinch nor react one bit, Lux was taking pictures of himself crying, before stopping and posting it, Tony tried to stop people from going up and down while trying to fix Stella's step who herself didn't listen to him either, Celia and Florence were trying so hard to quiet everyone down, Timmy ran through the halls clawing Dorian on his leg pleading for him to open the door as all the Hanks started pleading with him too, Koa and Mateo were trying so hard to be calm for the mayor, with Mateo stopping the inanimals from biting a few people, the kitchen staff were panicking (again) basically in short everyone in the dang house was panicking

TWO HOURS LATER

The homeowner opened the door, the house was quiet...to quiet, they entered their office and opened the desk drawer planning to check on everyone, but the dateviators weren't there the homeowner was a bit confused they did leave it there so why was it gone? 

They checked all areas before their eyes landed on the computer, it was open a text message to themselves? It seemed to be a conversation between Mac and Phoenicia, but they couldn't confront them at all with the dateviators missing

They looked around once again, on the shelf, the other drawers, on top and under the table, but nothing, they couldn't find the dateviators even if they wanted too, the homeowner sighed deciding to go to bed instead, "I'll just find it tomorrow it's late..."

Going upstairs they noticed a creak coming from one of the steps, they duck down pressing on each steps (Like a tired baboon) and it was gone all of a sudden

The homeowner entered their bedroom and plopped on their bed positioning themselves on their side, their eyes felt heavy, "Sorry for being...late Betty, I know I promised to come early, but a lot of things happened and I also can't find the dateviators sorry...Good...Night" they fell asleep.

Tomorrow was another day

 

 

 

 

Notes:

*Insert image of sillouette of a man breaking chains*

Chapter 6: House Arrest or House Trap? (Part1)

Summary:

Homeowner's hand - 0
Windolyn and Cabrizzio - 1

(Please correct me if I misspell some of their names, I've heard that gives readers the ick)

The homeowner woke up from a sound on the window above them, it was a squirrel, it kept banging it's head over and over again, "what...the..?" the homeowner noticed that there cat alarm clock still hasn't gone off.

It was 12pm, "not again" the homeowner sighed dropping their head on to their hands, "maybe I do need to set an appointment." they try to step out of bed, but felt a weak tug behind them, they turned around to see the pillows moved towards them, "sorry Bet, can't really know what you want without the glasses...where is it to begin with?" they walk towards the door, but it wouldn't open, "Dorian?" they turn the knob in different directions yet nothing all they could hear are the clicks and ticks inside the knob.

"You still mad I was late last night, sorry okay, I had to go help them with something"

He still wouldn't budge, "fine, maybe I'll do a cold shower today" as you walk towards the bathroom you hear rumbling in the other side, you try to open the door, but alas it was lock, "guys you okay in there?" the noise stop, "okay..?"

Their locked in their own bedroom, all other exit was locked...except for one

They slowly turn towards the window, "I can't believe I'm doing this..." They double check all the doors they were still lock and with that conformation they took a big breath and quietly say to themselves, "this is your fault Dorian..."

They walk into bed and crawl towards the window, but as they opened it the curtains suddenly fold on them blocking their view, the homeowner pushed the two aside and when they're hand was already halfway outside, it closed on them, their hands stuck between the opening, the homeowner tried to cover their mouth so the neighborhood wouldn't hear their screams, the windows went up on their own, the homeowner covered their mouth, a muffled scream comes out, "okay, it's okay Windolyn I totally deserve that." they clutched their hands and used the pillows as a stress reliever to try and ignore the pain, they fell to their knees curdling themselves on the floor as they take a glance under the bed, they see the Dateviators

"Where you there the whole time?! How did you even get there?"

They grabbed it with their bloodied hand, they take a moment, thinking to themselves, "..."

"eh, duck it I've done worse stuff than trying to jump out a window"

Once they wore it, they were immediately pulled by their collar behind and onto the bed they try to move, but Betty stopped them, where they were confronted by everyone by the bedroom objects

"What...do you think you were doing?!" Dorian walked in front pointing at the homeowner, "You locked the door on me I had no choice!"

"So you thought jumping out of the window was a better idea" Curt knelt beside you, "Did you hit your noggin while you were on that car ride last night" Rod placed both his elbows beside you his hands under his chin, "I didn't." they grit their teeth the two gulped and hid from your view 

"Did the absence of TIME disorient you from thinking that you were willing to kill yourself?!" Timothy sat beside them and Betty having a tight grip on his tail, "Relax it wasn't going to kill me, maybe just minor injury"

Betty was furious not towards them, but their wreckful behavior, she held the homeowner close not letting them leave the bed 

"Well while your all here please...explain to me why I'm locked in the bedroom to begin with?"

They didn't answer, the homeowner turned to Dorian "Dorian?"

"House arrest..."

"Again? Didn't I say no more house arrest and it's not really a house arrest if your locking me in one room"

"Well you're still in your house, right?"

The homeowner sat up from bed "I'm supposed to be locked inside my house not inside my room!" they calmed down and plopped down back on bed, "sorry I just have a major headache and I just...maybe I do need a rest..." the homeowner yawned and went to sleep

"that was fast" Curt popped his head out from the bed frame

"Wait...shut up their not sleeping" Rod couldn't believe it he had his jaw open, shocked on how fast the homeowner fell asleep

The two started poking the homeowner on the arm, they were in deep sleep

"Well damn that fast, how many night have they missed" Curt asked as the two kept poking the homeowner, but when they reached their face they began to stir, Betty slapped their hands away and managed to stop them from waking up.

"Sorry about that...but before we leave I suggest you check that nasty injury on their hand"

"Sorry..." Windolyn apologized looking down, "No, it's not your fault you were just trying to close before they get themselves hurt" Betty sighed clutching the homeowners hand closed to their chest

Skylar stood near the corner of the room, silently blaming those damn movies that Sam gave them

---

The homeowner woke up (again) it was 4pm already, "guess I can't get coffee..." they look down to see their fingers wrapped in bandages, the Dateviaotrs beside them on the bed

They walk towards the door, a little hesitant, good thing it wasn't lock this time, they were then greeted by boxes blocking their path, "..." they take a deep breath and went back deciding to go through the bathroom instead, as they enter they noticed the sink wasn't working, the bathtub either, nor the shower, "what happened to River?"

 

They enter the gym and saw half of the gym objects on the side, the trophies were all on the floor, the fan was placed awkwardly in front of them, "Fantina? What are you doing here?" they set them aside and walked towards the hall, the floors would creak the further they went, they also noticed the doors were locked in specific rooms like the breaker box and the attic for some reason

They reach the stairs and take a moment to observe it, making sure that one step is properly nailed back and it was (YIPPEEE!) The homeowner wend (OH NO a spelling mistake oh no) downstairs, but they noticed something was off they grab the Dateviators from their pocket and looked around to possibly talk to someone, they were then interrupted by Hector's shuffling in the vents, "Hector? You there Bud?"

"You called me Bud!" Hector waved his arm in joy

"Well you are more than a bud to me now, but I need to know something Hector"

"Yes I'm happy to answer you, what do you need?"

"The house has been acting weird, do you know why?"

"Oh! I know it's because of-"

They heard rumbling behind Hector, "What the-- how did you get in here!" he sounded frantic, the homeowner listened closely and could hear a girl's voice behind him

"No witnesses!"

"What?! NO, NOOOOO!"

The homeowner just stood there as they heard him get pulled away, "huh...what do I do now..?"

The Dateviators were almost out of charge they take it off saving the energy for a more important discussion later.

They entered the kitchen, looking around, the cabinets were still empty, coffee machine was still gone, the fridge was still cold, but not enough to freeze the ice cubes they placed a week ago.

The homeowner wanted to drink wine for some reason OH AND WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT 

 

Dear Homeowner

 

Your banned from drinking any beverages that may cause you to

Vomit, Drunk, (OR POSSIBLY SPILL ON MAC AND THEY EXPLOXED AND THE SHARDS FROM MAC GETS LODGED ON YOUR NECK AND YOU BOTH DI-) 

or go insane, this isn't personal (maybe)

 

Love -Kitchen Staff

(Excluding Dishy he wants you dead)

 

"Oh you got to be serious" they facepalmed, but notice another on the back of the note

 

P.S

If your reading this then that means your close to Bev

MOVE AWAY FROM THE PREMISE NOW!!!

 

 

The homeowner took a deep breath clasping their hands to their face, they plan to leave so no one can see their crash out, but in the side of their eye, they saw one glass cup, they hadn't seen before

"...If you put it in a way...the orange juice is cold...and it doesn't particularly make you drunk..."

They reach for the cup, but stop

"Daisuke said...something about inventory, but he's not a forgetful person...maybe he left this just for me so I have something to drink"

The cabinet suddenly closed on them, the homeowner winced at the pain  the cabinet swung open almost hitting the homeowner on the face, but they dodged it in time, the glass cup slipped off the homeowner's hand, they knelt down and grabbed it in time, "Gotcha!..phew..." when they finally relaxed, they hear a hinge above them

The upper hinge gave in, then the bottom hinge, and all together the cabinet door drop on the homeowner's nose, they retort back hiding their face even without the glasses they can hear someone beside them, apologizing profusely to them

"It's...fine, It's f-fine." they stood up and walk towards the office

---

"Cabrizzio what was that for?! You hurt our finest Ranger!" Luke held him, shaking him up and down frantically, "That wasn't on purpose I swear!" Surprisingly he wasn't to worried about being shaken, but more worried on the homeowner

"Then what was that?" Daisuke looked closer to the hinges that was loose for no reason, "I panicked and I accidentally closed when their hand was still there, but the hinges...that...wasn't me"

"I'll call Tony to try and fix you" Beverly was stopped by Cabrizzio calling out for her, "Ay! Do you have too?" she rolled her eyes, she knows Tony, but she also know he needs him, "Obviously"

 

 

 

Notes:

Sorry for the short chapter guys

Chapter 7: Update

So how do I start this...

 

Basically I live in a country with a lot of typhoons, that mostly happens around August or September (some grownups call it typhoon season) and it's like signal 1 and 2 constantly in my province and there's a slight chance I might take a long hiatus (OR NOT), but I'll try to post more chapters I have like 2 other date everything fanfic Ideas and another fanfic I'm working on

 

Date Everything woke me up from my fanfiction hibernation

 

Thank you all for your support and patience, I'll try to improve my writing, I'll see you all in the next chapter

Chapter 8: House Arrest or House Trap? (Part2)

The homeowner entered the room, their hand covering their crooked bleeding nose, “oh you’re here…what happened to you?” Mac greeted them once they entered, but noticed them covering their nose, “Accident at the kitchen” Mac looked down and saw their bandaged up hand seeping blood between their knuckles, “If I may ask…another accident?” they pointed at their hands

Homeowner sat down and nodded, “yup…I’m just here to send an email to my boss”

“With those hands?”

“Yeah, I think I can handle it, besides if I can type perfectly when I’m half asleep I think I can do it”

“Well, perfect isn’t the right word in my opinion…”

 

SHORT FLASHBACK

Sam

Hey Bud, you haven’t been online for a while hope you’re doing okay!

Homer

Yep Yep, I’M Fine So FINe,, Happy BIRTHdaY!!

Sam

What? It’s not my birthday are you okay?

Homer

Never BEttter LOL

 

The homeowner zoned out, before shaking their head in dismissal, “yeah let’s just forget that happened…”

“Please I suggest, you go rest your hands so you can get better soon and I don’t need to wait any longer for those double clicks” they cup their cheeks blushing slightly opening one eye at them, the homeowner turned their head away trying to hide their flustered face, “gosh…you really like riling me up do you…” (Your enjoying this aren’t you goofy)

Meanwhile Vaughn was sleeping flat faced on the floor, a rat he captured earlier escaped his grasp and went on top of the bookshelf on the office, though one spot piqued their interest, in the middle of the bookshelf was a book they’ve been hiding in, stuffing cottons and biting tiny bits of paper behind it

In the living room while Lyric’s was reading he suddenly jumped up from his seat, he feels an uncomfortable sensation on his spine, Mateo noticed and approached him, “you okay?” Lyric was trembling they couldn’t focus, “…it’s that rat again!” Lyric stood up closed the book they were reading, as they walk they would shake uncomfortably every bite that rat would take

The rat unaware of the book it was currently biting on slightly tilting out the bookshelf took one more bite and accidentally pushed it off. The homeowner and Mac were a little startled with the noise, the homeowner stood up walking towards the book “what’s with everything falling today?” Mac raised a brow with that statement a bit random for them to say

The homeowner reached for the book, unnoticed the rat squirmed behind the tight gap between the bookshelf and the wall trying to escape in panic, a wire connected to Mac tangled with the rat causing the homeowner to trip, “You okay?”

“Yep just hit my head, I think I tripped on something…” they laid on the ground laughing to themselves, though with all those wiggling and jostling behind the bookshelf was enough to tilt the whole bookshelf slightly forward, “Watch out!” Mac shouted reaching out as the bookshelf fell forward, the homeowner who didn’t have time to react rolled over, but their left arm got caught crushing it under the weight

“Hey guys you know where Vaughn-“ Lyric walked in seeing the homeowner lying on the ground, their hand stuck under the heavy bookshelf, “dang…it!”

“Oh my-“

“Call Dasha or anyone!” Dorian heard Mac shouting for help, “What’s with the commotion--bloody hell what happened here?!”

Dasha and Abel came in time and lifted the bookshelf off the homeowner, “that doesn’t look good…” the homeowner’s hand was limp, a bruise on the joint, “someone call Farya!”

Dorian picked the homeowner up bridal style, “Dorian I can walk fine”

“No you can’t…”

“Yes I can”

“I’m sure ya can’t” Abel followed

“No it’s only my arm” the homeowner tried reassuring everyone while trying to push Dorian away

“Still you cannot” Dasha crossed their arms  

“Yes I can!”

“No I disagree” Mac agreed with the others

“Guys I can!”

“No…” Lyric added looking over the books on the floor

“What?! Guys!” Dorian carried the homeowner, “You can’t be serious!”

They passed by Tony looking curiously at them, “You know you can walk?” he pointed, “I know Tony!” The homeowner raised their hands in outrage, “At least tone it down a bit sheesh…huh that rhymes, no I mean pun! You still got it Tony”

 

At the attic with Hector and Fantina, “You were about to screw us up!” She shouted tapping his head repeatedly, “Hey! I don’t think this is necessary, if you wanted to call me, then shout my name not pull me out the vents while I’m talking with the homeowner”

“That’s your fault you almost mentioned why half everyone here wanted that home arrest to begin with!”

“The movies?”

“You meant those graphic horrible grotesque movies that made as envision the many ways the homeowner can die!” she clawed her face to the point it revealed the veins on her eyes, “Well if you say it that way…but why not tell them?” Hector was curious, why not tell them, what is she possibly hiding?

“This is between the both of us…understand Hector!?”  Hector nodded scared of what this women can do to him if he slightly disagree, “Okay…”

“They’re going to hate us or heck even despise us!”

“That’s the same thing”

“Still!”

“Hate us for what exactly?” Hector asked tilting their head to the side, “If they find out we started the whole house arrest suggestion we set up-“

“Wait a minute…House arrest? Suggestions? Set up? WE?!”

“Yeah, I told someone about it made them believe everyone wanted it and they passed it around, everyone thought it was a great suggestion they told the mayor and you already know the rest…neat right?”

“Oh my…their going to hate you when they find out”

“It was for their safety and look they’re safe as they can be…where I can see them at all times and don’t you mean us”

“I’m not the one who set this thing up Fantina why are you dragging me into this?!”

“You’re the only one who gets me I had to pull you into this situation and besides don’t you want the safety of our human?”

“…”

“Don’t you?”

“…Maybe”

Fantina jumped for joy, “I knew I can count on you!” Hector sighed tilting their head back, “unbelievable…”

 

The homeowner was carefully placed on their bed, still a little grumpy and all being carried to their bed, Betty who sat beside the homeowner saw the injuries that happened in one day, she began to worry about the homeowner’s safety if they can get injured inside their own home who knows what could happen if they even went outside, their recklessness is beginning to show itself

“You okay Betty?”

“Yeah I’m fine I’m going to go and find Farya for you…”

“Okay…”

Before leaving she glides her hand on their arm, “Hey Dorian…”

“Yeah?”

“…How long is the home arrest going to be?”

“Maybe just a few days I don’t have a certain answer”

The homeowner was a little unsatisfied with the answer, but couldn’t do anything then to accept that fact

 

Meanwhile with Mac and Lyric

“Why did you need Vaughn again?” Mac asked Lyric who was placing the books back with Dasha beside him, “Rat problem…” Mac places his index and thumb under his chin (the thing that Matpat does)

“I did see a rat earlier, tugged on one of my wires…”

Lyric noticed one book that had tiny bite marks and had multiple ripped pages, “well found the book that rat’s been chewing on” he flipped the book around to check the title, he paused, “Is everything okay?” Dasha asked noticing his shocked expression

“Nothing…Nothing, but a coincidence…”

He threw the book and left the room to join the others in the living room, Dasha followed after placing the last book on the shelf waving goodbye to Mac the deafening sound of silence got Mac curious on what book he threw away, the one thing that caused all of this was curiosity and no one was safe from it even for them

The book in question was a copy of The Broken Arm (yes this is a real book go search it up in google books)

“Coincidence…”

They threw the book back and continued on with the homeowner’s work email, while the rat above the bookshelf found another book that once was beside the previous book it chewed on and it was delectable as the last

An Eye for an Eye

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Fun Fact: that rat is based off a real rat WHO DIED…on my FAVORITE DOODLE NOTEBOOK staining THE GOOD PAGES the audacity of that damn rat dying specifically on my notebook WHY MINE OF ALL NOTEBOOKS

WHY DO I KEEP MAKING SHORT CHAPTERS I'M SO SORRY

Is it bad that I repeat the word book 4 times in the last sentence

Chapter 9: Painful Questions

Summary:

The homeowner is getting sick and want's to get to the bottom of all of this

“Well at least their asleep makes everything easier for me to work with, though I’m surprised they got all these injuries in one day” Farya was about to finish, “Yeah, well tomorrows another day let’s make sure they don’t go out as followed” Dorian stood beside the bed his hands behind his back.

“Are they even safe inside?” Betty held concern for the safety of the homeowner, “Well imagine what could’ve happen if they were outside” Skylar pointed out, Dorian placed a hand on her shoulder, “There not safe here either…”

Skylar contemplated for a bit before getting (maybe) a great idea “I’ll inform the Mayor that we’ll allow them to be…” they point at the others to guess

“Outside?”

“Well the front lawn only, which is still outside so yeah”

Everyone looked at her with a blank expression of either disappointment or confusion, “now I know why they thought the house arrest was concerning-ly weird” Dorian commented

The homeowner was stirring “Okay their waking up I’ll check if the house is safe proofed already”

“Wasn’t it already safe proof yesterday?”

“Not safe enough, look what happened”

“Aren’t we going a little over board?”

“…maybe, but we already come this far to stop”

“We don’t even have a date when we’ll call this house arrest off”

“We do”

“Wait really? When will it last?”

“Might be long, but long enough for me”

“Sky, how many days?”

“7 day is my proposed plan were all in the 6th day”

“So a week?”

She nods before leaving the room and went on to check the other rooms

 

The homeowner woke up taking a bit to stretch, but stop their arms half raised behind their head when they felt the sharp familiar pain on their arm, “oh yeah…forgot my arm’s busted” they got off bed, reaching for the dateviators

 

It wasn’t there

 

The homeowner rubbed their eyes making sure they haven’t gone blind, “not again what’s with hide and seek early in the morning…” The homeowner looked around the dresser and under the bed, “nothing…”

Walking to the bathroom, the doorknob wouldn’t turn, “locked again?” the homeowner tried, yet it wouldn’t budge, “Dorian c’mon you did this yesterday! I need to take a shower you know that right?” Still nothing, with a deep sigh and an urge to punch something they went the other way, “okay…I’m going to go get breakfast”

The boxes from yesterday were gone, which the homeowner was silently grateful for, they entered the hallway and their smile dropped instantly, half the rooms were lock excluding the attic, and the worst sight of all was the stairs

If you could even call it that considering the steps were gone at the bottom of the stairs was a toolbox, nine nails, thirteen screws scattered with varying sizes and beside them was all the steps stacked neatly

“What the…” they stood there in awe that they go this far for a damn house arrest and they didn’t even know the reason for the house arrest, “It’s okay they just care too much…now how am I going to go downstairs?” the homeowner was looking around contemplating to try and actually jump off the window again, but luckily they used their brain for once (thank goodness) and noticed the hand rails were still intact, “well at least they didn’t get rid of the hand rails” (I just said that)

The homeowner held the handles tight carefully placing their feet between the gaps on the rails and slowly descending down per step

“What are they doing dang it?! They’ll get hurt again!” Abel walked towards them, but was stopped by Dorian, “they don’t have the Dateviators we can’t do anything about it mate…” they watch intently as the homeowner slowly and (probably) carefully descent

Suddenly they heard a snap from where they were holding, the hand rail broke scarring the homeowner in their wrist, they retort back, but slip as their legs got caught on the empty space where the steps were once causing them to trip dislocating both their leg, “Shit!” Abel tried to reach out, but the homeowner fazed through him.

The homeowner felt multiple sharp things behind their back once they hit the floor they rolled over wincing at the unbearable pain on their back

Abel and Dorian stood there shocked the residents at the office and living room all gasped seeing the homeowner on the floor with multiple sharp things on their back.

“Oh dear not again!” Stella saw the whole thing, with all the commotion Florence checked downstairs and saw the homeowner, Celia followed taken back at the scene below her.

The homeowner slowly stood up, but fell down again looking down on their leg, they can barely stand with the nagging pain on their leg, arm and back, “No, I’m going to have a normal day like always” They weakly stand up leaning against the wall as a guide, “even with this…stupid!.. House arrest!” they all flinched when they heard that from them

“Their…pissed”

“You think?”

“This isn’t house proofing…” Celia turned to Skylar she sounded disappointed, “I didn’t tell anyone to do this?!”

“I did!” Tony raised their hand with a cocky grin, “what? Why?” Skylar was perplex, “well they never got hurt up here they got hurt down there so…oh…I’m now just realizing the irony of this situation…” he was then bashed in the head by Stella using her handbag Tina followed by slapping him relentlessly (GO GIRLIES GO GO!)

 

 

The homeowner slowly walked towards the kitchen a constant click and snap sound would be heard with every step they took, “I hope to gosh this doesn’t get worse…”

They plopped down on the empty chair looking back at their injured arm wincing when they try to touch it, “I hope…” they then proceeded to pluck out all the screws still on their back their thankful none of the nails pierced them it would have been both painful and possibly would’ve ended them right there, “I wonder where the nails went, there was a lot, I’m lucky it was only the screws…”

(The nails hehehehhehehe)

“Where’s the dateviators to begin with? I’m dying to know what’s all this for and who even suggested it”, their head hurts thinking about it, they don’t know if it’s a sickness or a damn headache of the situation

“Okay I need to find the dateviators and talk to someone, but first breakfast obviously I’m not letting my injuries bother of me, heck I’m going to ignore it”

They sit there silently, only the noise of trees rustling outside seem to interest them in their quiet moment, “I can’t pick up a spoon…nor a spork or a fork or any utensils for that matter…”

Well guess the homeowner has to find the dateviators and navigate through the dangers of their home

 

(AND THEY WILL BE BRAVE BE FEARLESS AND MOST IMPORTANTLY SURVIVE AND NOT ONLY THAT THEY SHALL FACE COUNTLESS TRADEGIES THAT COME THEIR WAY BUT THEY SHALL LIVE TILL THEIR LAST BREATH WOOOOOOO GO HOMEOWNERIM SO MF PROUD OF YOU HOMEOWNER WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

 

The homeowner needed to pinpoint a great place to start to find the dateviator and get to the whole house arrest, but they might need to break some rules of the house arrest…which is a bad, but theoretically good at the same time…maybe…maybe

“Oh gosh…”

“What?”

“They’re thinking to themselves”

“nah it’s fine as long as they don’t stand up“

 

The homeowner stood up a small grunt escape their mouth remembering their dislocated legs, but a face of determination was evident they walked off ignoring their injuries

“Oh no it’s that face they’re about to do something stupid”

“Inform the house?”

“No, we let them be injured”

“Really?-“

“Of course we inform it!”

 

First place to find is the living room which why not? It is the main room of the house people come and go there and possibly the same place why some wanted that damn home arrest to begin with

They enter the room through the dining area, a closer look and it seemed it was the least modified room nothing seemed out of place they thought, they proceeded with their search checking under the couch, under the tables, and lastly the fireplace, why where they searching there? Well no one knows maybe they were just desperate.

“This place is clear…of any judgment”

They take a seat on their couch relaxing for a bit, right now they want to sleep, they recently been craving that since their new job, but they can’t sleep now not yet when they have to get to the bottom of all this.

Though that didn’t stop their thought of sleeping, their eyes felt heavy, they slouched further on their couch, they really wanted to sleep, maybe just a quick nap? They’ve had a headache for two days so that was fine, right?

 

One of the back leg of the couch suddenly snapped for some unexplained reason, causing the homeowner to wake up from the sudden tilt of their couch, they weren’t quick enough to get off the couch and fell backwards, as they’re back collided with the wall they accidentally pull their curtain causing the rod holding it fall on them.

 

Their legs felt more painful than before, “Oh gosh…this is fine, this is less bad then what happened before actually!” Their happiness was cut short when they felt a sharp pain on the back of their neck when they tried laughing it off, “At least…” They stand up from the floor clutching the back of their neck, “I’m still intact like always…”

(is there any other word then clutching? I feel like I use it a lot in my fics, maybe I should start using “I clutch mine own neck” but then again it has the word clutch in it, this fic is from a game about dating your furniture not a minecraft video from 2020)

They look back at their couch, worried for their couch companion that they’d hurt them, they used their strength lifting the couch making the back touch the wall so it wouldn’t fall, “there…that should do it for now Koa…if I find the dateviators I’ll talk to Tony about fixing it sorry again”

(Yes their arm was still injured and they felt all that)

“How is that even possible?!” Dante pointed towards the place of the accident

“I thought this was going to be the dang safest place in the house, but they ain’t even came out this room without an injury?!” Abel was distraught with what’s even going on in the house it’s as if after they watched those movies their home became a booby trap for them (hehe booby)

Dolly checked on Koa, “I don’t know how that happened” Dolly and Mateo assisted him to the chairs

“Shit their going upstairs”

“No it’s okay the steps are gone remember”

“Not anymore I fixed it in the nick of time”

 

 

Homeowner walked upstairs going straight to the bedroom to search the dateviators, yes they searched the place before they heard a dreadful familiar click behind them, “No…NO” They checked the door it was shut tight, the homeowner clenched their fist and they just couldn’t contain their anger any longer they needed an explanation

They went up to the bathroom door, “Sorry, but I have no choice” The homeowner proceeded to hit their shoulders continuously to try and open the door.

The homeowner stopped due to the pain from their previous arm related arm injury (with their really bad arm injury) and just laid on their bed their arms spread apart

When Dorian thought they finally gave up the door open slowly

But the moment they let their guard down, the homeowner immediately ran through them heading towards the gym

Fantina noticed them heading towards the gym and in panic closed the door on them

“Ay don’t close me without my-“

 

*BANG*

 

On the other side, the homeowner smacked their head on the door when it closed on them suddenly, they walk back covering their face, but slipped and hit the back of their head on the bathtub causing more pain in their neck

 

Dorian felt a thud behind them, he opened and checked on the homeowner laying on the floor

“Ooooooh that must’ve hurt”

 

They laid on the floor their arm covering their eyes from the blinding light

 

“Oh my!” Batsheeba looked down from the bathtub (Is her name spelled right…)

 

“Oh gosh, oh gosh! I didn’t mean too?!”

“They can’t hear you remember they don’t have the dateviators bud and their not conscious at the same time…”

 

When the homeowner stood up walking towards the gym, the residents of the gym didn’t move an inch when they step foot inside the room afraid of tipping something over

They walked towards the place where some of the sport equipment were looking around all the boxes and shelves

And finally found the dateviators behind one of the boxes

They step out the (whatever the fuck you call it a cabinet, another room, storage??!)

They held the glasses in front of their face ready to face everyone, Fantina panicked at the thought of them finding about what they have done and she started running back to her place, but accidentally turned on Kristoff by accident setting it in max speed

The shelf suddenly gave in and all the trophies slid off falling on the treadmill

“What the-“

“Careful!”

All the trophies that fell on the treadmill flew towards the homeowner in top speed

The first one hit the homeowner on their stomach bending them over (originally it said bend over, but uhhh)

The second collided with their leg causing them to fall and make their dislocation worse

The third hit them in the eye directly, the homeowner covered their face after

The fourth and fifth hit them in random spots of their curled up body on the floor

 

Everyone gasped at the misfortune of events, Kristoff turned himself off glaring at the trembling Fantina beside him

Dunk and Shelly checked on the homeowner who was still curled up, a closer look they seem to have used themselves as a meat shield for the dateviators

They push themselves up in a sitting position taking deep breath once in a while, they check on the dateviators beside them making sure there aren’t any scratches nor cracks, but saw their left eye was red and bruising around it.

It’s time to know what the reason was all along...

Notes:

Sorry for the long update

It wasn't because of a typhoon heck I didn't even notice the typhoon passing us to begin with

It was a damn school dance I was forced to participate in for bitch ass grades

Chapter 10: Injury SuggestionS

Summary:

a gift for my readers and commenters

And also make sure to have read chapter 9 before this

YES YOU READER CAN NOW SUGGEST WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN TO THE HOMEOWNER AS WE ARE A FEW CHAPTERS AWAY FROM FINALLY ENDING THIS DAMN FIC WOOOOO!!!!!!

 

as of writing this you may have already know I finally posted chapter 9 of this fic (The chapter before this if you skipped it ya little wanker), why did it take long you may ask?

Well for one I got caught up with school work and if you read the end note in that chapter I was busy with a school dance (WHICH I WOULD NOT BE SHOWING TO ANY OF YOU) and another one that I didn't mention which was WRITER'S BLOCK (oh noooooo)

So why not engage with the people reading my fic? and let you all decide the homeowner's fate which no they won't die they'll just get injured

1. It can be graphic as you want, but remember they can't die from it
2. You can also suggest a character that may relate to the injury example being Stella with the homeowner falling and dislocating their leg (chapter 9), Cabrizzio giving the homeowner a good bang to the nose by accident (Chapter 6), and Kristoff and Stephord's little "reward" to the homeowner's eye (this sounds so sus) (chapter 9)
3. Be creative go on all out with it, don't worry about me connecting it all I'll be the one worrying about that
4. You will be credited I'm not exploiting you all this is for fun lol
5. Just write all your suggestions in the comments
6. Don't feel sad yours didn't end up in the final cut I'll still credit you

 

 

(I was originally about to add something called the nomination where I randomly picked and nominated a commenter and give them a shout out, but I realized it might be a bad idea)