For maju01 some Halloween fun!
Title: Me and My Shadow
Genre: Despicable Me/Minions
Rating: G
Word count: 712
Prompt: Bob’s best friend tells him that she feels like someone’s been watching her. The next day she goes missing
maju01, I hope you get a smile or two out of this story. Thanks for playing along with me! And, of course, my thanks to sparky955
!
Bob clutched Tim to his chest and wandered through the upper levels of The Boss’s house.
Dust motes danced silently in the sunlight as Bob peeked into the girls’ room. It stood achingly empty and devoid of Agnes. Bob could feel a tear well up in the corner of his eye and he sniffed, hugging Tim that much closer, remembering a conversation not a day ago
“Whaa tis seg?” he asked. He and Agnes shared all their secrets these days as he and Agnes were inseparable. It’s what best friends did.
They sat in their secret hide out, aka the treehouse, and sipped milk like it was fine wine and dined on the tastiest of cookies. Yet, today Agnes ignored her milk and cookies.
She looked around suspiciously and then Agnes’s bottom lip trembled. “I’m scared, Bob.”
“Godcee?”
“Really, really godcee.” Even the prospect of learning a new word didn’t excite her. “Someone’s been watching me.” She sighed. “Everyone has gotten weird, even Lucy.”
“Lam abysea seep plumaki kirzig da to.” Bob liked Lucy. She made him feel both safe and welcome, plus she had a kind smile.
“I know, but…” Agnes sighed. “I heard her on the phone. And everyone stops talking when I come into a room.”
Bob knew how that felt.
“Pudum ka hep?”
Agnes hugged him hard then. “Promise me that if I go missing, you’ll look for me?”
“De adoinn!”
Bob was a minion of his word… except when he forgot and now Agnes was gone.
“Agnes?” he whispered, looking in girls’ bathroom. It was its usual mess of scattered bottles, clothes, and some ill-concealed cosmetics. Even Bob had to admit that Margo really smelled nice these days. Edith and Agnes smelled the way they usually did, either that of a dirt salad or, because of the tropical soaps and shampoos, like a fruit salad. Bob wasn’t sure which he preferred.
A pile of clothes moved ominously and Bob caught his breath. He’d heard about the people-eating clothes monster. It lived in children’s bedrooms and when the parents weren’t paying attention, it ate things, like toys and kids.
Agnes had told him all about how one day Margo had been texting her boyfriend and the next day, her phone was gone. It had been eaten by the people-eating clothes monster, Agnes was sure of it.
Of course, all the stories Edith fed her about the fate of kids who tried to mess with the people-eating clothes monster didn’t help either. She’d go to bed and then sneak off to join Bob. No self-respecting monster would think to look for a little kid among all those minions.
Bob whimpered and took two more steps back. The pile advanced and Bob shrieked. Throwing Tim to safety, he raced for the bedroom door, but he was too slow and his legs, too short.
The pile was on him and Bob closed his eyes and gritted his teeth against the pain he was sure to follow. Instead a vile breath surrounded and encompassed him, followed by a wet tongue.
He opened his eyes and Kyle gave him another lick. Bob was stunned, but only for a moment and then he hugged the dog… or what they supposed was a dog, hard.
“To nama non a monster. To nama sola Kyle.” His happiness was tempered with confusion. Where had Kyle been? There was a sock stuck to his back and Bob knew. Kyle had escaped the dreaded people-eating clothes monster, because Kyle wasn’t a people, to save Bob, who wasn’t really a people either, but he didn’t care.
Bob grabbed Tim and Kyle and raced from the room, nearly knocking Lucy down in the process.
“Aw, play nice, guys.” She knew that Bob was missing Agnes, but she and her sisters would be home from school soon.
In the meantime, she had laundry to do. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw a pile of clothes move.
Minionese translations
“Whaa tis seg?” What is it?
“Godcee?” Scared?
Lam abysea seep plumaki kirzig da to - She wouldn't let anything happen to you
Pudum ka hep? - Can I help?
De adoinn Of course
To nama non a monster. To nama sola Kyle - You are not a monster. You are just Kyle
Genre: Despicable Me/Minions
Rating: G
Word count: 712
Prompt: Bob’s best friend tells him that she feels like someone’s been watching her. The next day she goes missing
maju01, I hope you get a smile or two out of this story. Thanks for playing along with me! And, of course, my thanks to sparky955
!
Bob clutched Tim to his chest and wandered through the upper levels of The Boss’s house.
Dust motes danced silently in the sunlight as Bob peeked into the girls’ room. It stood achingly empty and devoid of Agnes. Bob could feel a tear well up in the corner of his eye and he sniffed, hugging Tim that much closer, remembering a conversation not a day ago
“Whaa tis seg?” he asked. He and Agnes shared all their secrets these days as he and Agnes were inseparable. It’s what best friends did.
They sat in their secret hide out, aka the treehouse, and sipped milk like it was fine wine and dined on the tastiest of cookies. Yet, today Agnes ignored her milk and cookies.
She looked around suspiciously and then Agnes’s bottom lip trembled. “I’m scared, Bob.”
“Godcee?”
“Really, really godcee.” Even the prospect of learning a new word didn’t excite her. “Someone’s been watching me.” She sighed. “Everyone has gotten weird, even Lucy.”
“Lam abysea seep plumaki kirzig da to.” Bob liked Lucy. She made him feel both safe and welcome, plus she had a kind smile.
“I know, but…” Agnes sighed. “I heard her on the phone. And everyone stops talking when I come into a room.”
Bob knew how that felt.
“Pudum ka hep?”
Agnes hugged him hard then. “Promise me that if I go missing, you’ll look for me?”
“De adoinn!”
Bob was a minion of his word… except when he forgot and now Agnes was gone.
“Agnes?” he whispered, looking in girls’ bathroom. It was its usual mess of scattered bottles, clothes, and some ill-concealed cosmetics. Even Bob had to admit that Margo really smelled nice these days. Edith and Agnes smelled the way they usually did, either that of a dirt salad or, because of the tropical soaps and shampoos, like a fruit salad. Bob wasn’t sure which he preferred.
A pile of clothes moved ominously and Bob caught his breath. He’d heard about the people-eating clothes monster. It lived in children’s bedrooms and when the parents weren’t paying attention, it ate things, like toys and kids.
Agnes had told him all about how one day Margo had been texting her boyfriend and the next day, her phone was gone. It had been eaten by the people-eating clothes monster, Agnes was sure of it.
Of course, all the stories Edith fed her about the fate of kids who tried to mess with the people-eating clothes monster didn’t help either. She’d go to bed and then sneak off to join Bob. No self-respecting monster would think to look for a little kid among all those minions.
Bob whimpered and took two more steps back. The pile advanced and Bob shrieked. Throwing Tim to safety, he raced for the bedroom door, but he was too slow and his legs, too short.
The pile was on him and Bob closed his eyes and gritted his teeth against the pain he was sure to follow. Instead a vile breath surrounded and encompassed him, followed by a wet tongue.
He opened his eyes and Kyle gave him another lick. Bob was stunned, but only for a moment and then he hugged the dog… or what they supposed was a dog, hard.
“To nama non a monster. To nama sola Kyle.” His happiness was tempered with confusion. Where had Kyle been? There was a sock stuck to his back and Bob knew. Kyle had escaped the dreaded people-eating clothes monster, because Kyle wasn’t a people, to save Bob, who wasn’t really a people either, but he didn’t care.
Bob grabbed Tim and Kyle and raced from the room, nearly knocking Lucy down in the process.
“Aw, play nice, guys.” She knew that Bob was missing Agnes, but she and her sisters would be home from school soon.
In the meantime, she had laundry to do. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw a pile of clothes move.
Minionese translations
“Whaa tis seg?” What is it?
“Godcee?” Scared?
Lam abysea seep plumaki kirzig da to - She wouldn't let anything happen to you
Pudum ka hep? - Can I help?
De adoinn Of course
To nama non a monster. To nama sola Kyle - You are not a monster. You are just Kyle