Pinkie continued tugging at the cable, while sat at the couch, watching TV.
A storm had begun to develop not too long ago, the sound of thunder rolling through the air.
"So, Pinkie," I said as I turned around, "have you found anything yet?"
Silence.
"Pinkie?"
More silence.
Oh god, why?
Exactly ten seconds earlier...
A flash of lightning lit up the room as a bolt hit the house, causing Pinkie to suddenly be swallowed whole by the cable.
"Hey, nice narrating. Do ya mind if I try?"
Wait, what?!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE PINKIE?!
That weird wire thing sent me here!
Fine then. Stay still as I prepare to send you ba--
"Can I narrate?"
No.
Wait, what are you doing?!
*Keyboard rattles*
Stop it, Pinkie, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY CAMERA?!
Please, Pinkie, let me have my laptop back...
"Nope!"
Argh...
I hurriedly searched the house for Pinkie, the only light in the house provided by the storm outside. The power went out soon after Pinkie vanished, leaving me fumbling in the dark.
I sighed, knowing that I'll probably never see her again, and that I'd have to return to my sad, sad, miserable...
"Hey, Anon!"
I whipped around to face Pinkie.
"You're back!"
"Yeah, I got eaten by that weird cable thingy and was sent into the living room of the author, so I ended up writing like, half of this chapter."
What? I don't even...
Sounds oddly similar to something...
Your comment on the last chapter, duh!
7511564 I'll be watching...
Seriously, what have I done. And how's things going over there? I hope well, I don't think I have enough ice cream to eat away my guilt. And no, DIS IS MY ICE CREAM.
7511718 pls halp.
I've ran out.
7511824 Of what?
Uhhhhhhhhhh nooooothiiiiing.
I've also noticed that the past comments are only TheMajorTechie, me, and Blue Whirl?
7513363 Yup.
Help... Me...
You need to clean your desktop.
I just have Recyling bin & Folders. (Folders is the start of the tree that are my folders.)