Snippet #770033

Travis watched as Jesse went upstairs, he began confrontin ghte Squirtle. He came slowly towards it and picked him up and set him back on the bed. "You've had a rough morning I guess." he said rubbing the forehead with the hot water towel. Travis was starting to hear other noises upstairs and a voice he didn't recognize. Travis heard the noise come downstairs. something kicked in his door, crushing all the clothes on the dirty floor of Travis' room. Travis jumped so hard he nearly fell off the bed, and Gill fell backward as well, even more afraid.

"WHAT THE FFF-"
"Yo dawg, you got anything more to drink?"
Who the fuck was this guy? And why the fuck was he in the house?

Travis slowly got up. The man had sunglasses on, and a beanie which made Travis even more suspicious. Travis walked to his wall, where he had his black bamboo sword neatly hidden from the man. Travis pointed to a blank corner across the room outside his room. "Yeah over there, help yourself."

Travis made his move. Travis was no master of sword fighting or karate, as he never took a class, but adrenaline of some perfect stranger in the house was enough to allow Travis execute his one move.

Travis with all his might, swung his bamboo sword catching the stranger directly in the face. Knocking the man back, hopefully unconscious. Travis ran out of his room, and yelled "JESSE CALL THE POLICE!"

(I will assume she does that)

The Squirtle wandered out of his room. And walked over the unconscious stranger.

Travis sat in a chair rubbing his head. His hand still clutched the black bamboo sword. He gripped it tightly actually, as the adrenaline still kicked in. He didn't feel....for some reason.....in the perfect mood to call the police right now..., despite his cell phone being in his pocket...

Travis turned the browser back on hoping someone was on chat. He felt somewhat good about himself defending his home as he just did. Dang no one was in chat, but he did have a PM.

Aufeis had sent him something.

"Guys? Anything....weird....happen to you today? And I mean friggin' impossible shit weird? Like....in a dream or movie weird?

-Aufeis"

Travis sighed and rubbed his face as the Squirtle cautiously aproached him. Travis motioned up to him. "I won't bite little guy. In fact, I'm rather curious as to why you are even here. Some portal? Some weird paradox? Divine intervention?"

The squirtle looked at him weirdly with looks Travis could only chuckle at, in fact he reminded him of a Squirtle Travis wrote about in roleplaygateway.

"Perhaps you're Gill..." Travis muttered...

Travis looked at te body laying in front of his room. He shouted at the unconscious body, "You fucking owe me a new bedroom door, asshole!"

Travis sent his reply to Aufeis.

"You had to ask. I'd talk about it but you wouldn't believe me for shit...
In chat if you wish to talk.....I may be a bit on and off.....believe it or not, someone just broke in...
-SM"

Travis sighed as he sent it...He still gripped the sword tightly, his knuckles turned white as snow...