Franky was a young Kyrii who always had trouble sleeping. His bedroom was lovely...
it had a pink rug and a very comfortable bed, and the walls were covered with
the Blue Kacheek Group posters. Furthermore, the walls had been newly painted
with a coat of sky-blue Neopaint. His owner, sweet_angel, tucked him into bed
that night as she always did. Once she had read him his favourite Faerie Tale,
she kissed him and said, “Now make sure you stay in your bed tonight, don’t
go walking into your sister’s bedroom and waking her up.”
Lydia was a Cloud Quiggle, Franky’s younger sister. She was fairly annoyed
with her bedroom, even though her walls had been painted a “Peaches and Cream”
colour. The door would never stay shut properly. Just as she was about to go
to bed, she had an idea. “I’m just a genius,” she said to herself proudly, and
went to bed.
In the early hours, about 2 am NST, Lydia could feel someone rocking her. “Whaa?
Mom?” Lydia opened her eyes, feeling rather sleepy and irritated. “Oh. It’s
you. Go to bed. You’re sleepwalking,” she told Franky, who was shaking her,
by her bedside. “Get up Lyddie. Please get up,” he muttered. He even seemed
to glow like Lyddie’s best friend, Gordon, a glowing Meerca. The eerie glow
lit up Lydia’s room, and she pulled her blanket over her head.
“No... go away... I’m sleepy...” Lydia muttered in her sleep. “Something’s burning!”
Franky said loudly. “Get up now!” Lydia groaned, and sat up, reaching for her
lamp beside her bed. Her fingers found the switch, but when it clicked, nothing
happened. Then something sent an icicle running down to her stomach – she smelt
smoke. “Mommy!! Mommy!” they screamed. Sweet_angel woke up immediately, smelling
the smoke and hearing their screams.
Lydia stared around in the darkness of her room, searching for Franky, but
he wasn’t there. However, her owner had taught and practiced with them for something
like this many times. Dropping to her hands and feet, Lydia crawled quickly
to her closed door to see if it was hot. Finding that it wasn’t, she tried to
open the door, and she remembered how she had placed her Plastic Butter Knife
in the crack to keep it shut. She took it out and threw it onto her bed and
ran to the garden.
In a few seconds, Lydia and Franky and their owner met at their NeoHome garden,
which smelt fragrant due to the Black Roses and Mongodols Lydia had planted
herself that week. “My sleepwalker. Thank goodness you alerted me, coming into
my room. Good thing that you alerted your sis, too,” sweet_angel praised Franky.
“But why didn’t the smoke alarms go off?” Lydia asked her owner. “The painters
deactivated them whilst painting our NeoHome, honey,” sweet_angel hugged her
pets. “Now who wants some Hot Burnumups?”
“Mom!” Franky and Lyddie laughed. Then she remembered the screwdriver – how
had Franky gotten into her room? And how had he left and replaced the butter
knife behind him, when she was going to pull it out a moment later? Her window
was still locked and shut. Only someone who could actually move through a closed
door like a ghost could have gotten into or out of her room. With wide eyes,
Lyddie stared at her brother, but he just laughed, and laughed, and laughed....