pumpkin pie #8 + grapefruit #15
pumpkin pie 8. a body + grapefruit 15. virtual reality + whipped cream
+ malt : "I laugh in the face of danger! Then I…hide until it goes away." (nath's easter egg)
story: second chances ; childhoods. wordcount: 377. rating: pg.
"Levee!" she hisses. "It looks like there's a creepy tree-man in the corner!" Wherein Darcy sleeps over. And freaks out a little.
"I'm turning it off now," Levee says and the star-shaped lamp goes off with a click.
Levee's ghost stories still running through her head, Darcy snuggles down further into her sleeping bag and blinks into the dark of Levee's bedroom. There's just enough light streaming in through the window, that she can make out the shapes of furniture and piled stuffed animals. Her eyes settle on a shape in the corner and she sucks in her breath when she sees it: A tall silhouette with a strange crown atop its head, two beady eyes, a -oh God, two deformed, stubby arms, reaching for her!
"Levee!" she hisses. "It looks like there's a creepy tree-man in the corner!"
"What?" Levee says. The mattress creaks when she rolls over. "Oh, that's just the coat rack."
Darcy's gaze jumps to a shadowy shape that's giving her a big toothy grin. "And there's a face on the wall!"
"That?" Levee yawns. "That's a shadow from the bed posts. Just close your eyes, okay?"
But it's much too late for that. Darcy gasps, gripping her sleeping bag tighter. "And it looks like there's a dead body, lying on your dresser!"
"That…wait-" Levee's tone suddenly changes and Darcy hears her sit up. "That does look way too much like a dead body."
Levee clicks on the light again, and Darcy lets out her breath with a flood of relief as the room is once again illuminated. The 'body' on the dresser is just some sweatshirts stacked on top of a couple of jewelry boxes.
Levee reaches for the lamp again, but Darcy sits bolt upright. "Wait!" she cries. She wriggles out of her sleeping bag and hops to her feet to yank the sweatshirts off the dresser, deconstructing the shape. It's better this way. She turns to Levee, her heart still pounding in her ears. "Um, Lev?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I…sleep in the bed with you instead?"
Levee hesitates, her hand still on the lamp. "Well…okay."
Darcy grabs her pillow. "You're not allowed to tell scary stories anymore," she says, lifting up the covers beside Levee.
Levee scoots over as far as she can. "Okay," she says, "I think that's gonna be better for both of us."
+ malt : "I laugh in the face of danger! Then I…hide until it goes away." (nath's easter egg)
story: second chances ; childhoods. wordcount: 377. rating: pg.
"Levee!" she hisses. "It looks like there's a creepy tree-man in the corner!" Wherein Darcy sleeps over. And freaks out a little.
"I'm turning it off now," Levee says and the star-shaped lamp goes off with a click.
Levee's ghost stories still running through her head, Darcy snuggles down further into her sleeping bag and blinks into the dark of Levee's bedroom. There's just enough light streaming in through the window, that she can make out the shapes of furniture and piled stuffed animals. Her eyes settle on a shape in the corner and she sucks in her breath when she sees it: A tall silhouette with a strange crown atop its head, two beady eyes, a -oh God, two deformed, stubby arms, reaching for her!
"Levee!" she hisses. "It looks like there's a creepy tree-man in the corner!"
"What?" Levee says. The mattress creaks when she rolls over. "Oh, that's just the coat rack."
Darcy's gaze jumps to a shadowy shape that's giving her a big toothy grin. "And there's a face on the wall!"
"That?" Levee yawns. "That's a shadow from the bed posts. Just close your eyes, okay?"
But it's much too late for that. Darcy gasps, gripping her sleeping bag tighter. "And it looks like there's a dead body, lying on your dresser!"
"That…wait-" Levee's tone suddenly changes and Darcy hears her sit up. "That does look way too much like a dead body."
Levee clicks on the light again, and Darcy lets out her breath with a flood of relief as the room is once again illuminated. The 'body' on the dresser is just some sweatshirts stacked on top of a couple of jewelry boxes.
Levee reaches for the lamp again, but Darcy sits bolt upright. "Wait!" she cries. She wriggles out of her sleeping bag and hops to her feet to yank the sweatshirts off the dresser, deconstructing the shape. It's better this way. She turns to Levee, her heart still pounding in her ears. "Um, Lev?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I…sleep in the bed with you instead?"
Levee hesitates, her hand still on the lamp. "Well…okay."
Darcy grabs her pillow. "You're not allowed to tell scary stories anymore," she says, lifting up the covers beside Levee.
Levee scoots over as far as she can. "Okay," she says, "I think that's gonna be better for both of us."