Morning with the Chaotix

The sound of annoying bickering heard from the other side of the bedroom door woke up the tired red armadillo. He opened his squinted shut eyes and sat up, setting his attention to the alarm clock resting on his bedstand.

"2:13 a.m.? Charmy is still up to break something this late?" groaned the sleepy armadillo

He set his socked feet to the ground, and rubbed his half-open eyes. He stood up with a 'Thug'-like look in his face. He slowly walked up to the door and kicked it down, no longer bothering the fact that it was built with a twistable knob.   

The sound of a loud, heavy, wooden object slamming on the floor startled both the hyper-active bee and a loud mouth crocodile. They set their eyes on the big door that laid on the floor and saw someone walking out of it. Soon, both found out that it was an angry Mighty, who woke up at a wrong time possible.

"What did he break this time, Vector?" mumbled Mighty. Then Vector stood back to let the armadillo see pieces of a broken vase, scattered on the floor. He walked up to both of them, and looked at Charmy straight in the eye.

"I know you're my friend and all, but if you can't even stand one night without being hyper… well, you know what I do with enemies." said Mighty as he tightened his fists by his sides. Charmy took notice at this and thought that if looks could kill, he'd be struck by lightning.

A wooden door nearby opened and a yellow squirrel walked out with his left hand shielding the bright hall light from his eyes. The three people standing in front of him turned their head to their little buddy: Ray.

Slowly, he walked out of the frame, still covering his half-closed eyes, not knowing about the situation with Charmy and the broken vase in front of him.

"…what's going on, Whoa!" Ray slipped and fell to the floor. Fortunately, his forearms were in front of his torso.

Mighty became wide-eyed and ran to his friend's need, held him in his uninjured forearm, and the other hand holding up his shoulder. "Ray, are you okay?" asked Mighty, with concern obviously heard from his voice.

"…Y-yeah. I'm f-fine…"

He stood him up, and faced Charmy, dead in the eye again. And all Vector did was smile, seeing Charmy was in hot waters. Charmy noticed Vector's amusement, and stuck his tongue out at him. This, of course ticked off the green crocodile. Next thing they knew, he chased the bee around the house, no longer waiting to strangle the kid's neck.

Mighty led his 'brother' back to his room, making sure the chasing duo would not hit both him and Ray. They were able to dodge them, and was able to duck in time to avoid the flying shurikens.

Mighty and Ray turned their heads to where the shurikens flew from. They saw an angry purple chameleon wearing a sleeping mask on his forehead. He joined the chase with his fist in the air and yelled at the top of his voice.

"Shut up you two Knuckleheads!!!"

Ray was laughing to see the ranting Espio. Looking down at his injured partner, Mighty cannot resist to laugh at his joy, then noticed that he needed helped.

He walked in and sat him down on the bed. Mighty ran to his bathroom, raided the medicine cabinet from bandages and pain relieving pills. He went back to Ray, seeing him slowly removing the pieces of broken glass from his arm. Mighty sat down next to the injured arm and helped him pick the glass out of his arm.

Once done, he took a long roll of bandages and wrapped it around Ray's injury. Mighty took Ray, and set him down his bed, letting his injured forearm outside the blanket. He quickly ran downstairs, and reappeared in Ray's room with a glass of water. He took one pain reliever and handed it to Ray. He swallowed it and chugged down the glass of water.

"…God, this is not how I usually start a morning…" groaned Mighty, looking at the clock at Ray's bedstand, which read 2:23 a.m.

He stood up and stretched his arms, letting out a big yawn. He walked out of the room's door frame, and looked back at the tired squirrel who laid on the bed, sleeping. He smiled, seeing his friend finally having rest.

He closed the door letting the silence of Ray's room be kept inside. He walked back to his room, avoiding the remaining pieces of glass on the hall's floor. The armadillo saw his doorframe, without the door. He got pissed off and started regretting the fact that he broke the object that kept the insanity from the house OUTSIDE his bedroom.

But even he was too tired to think it over. So he threw his self to the bed and went out like a light.

They all woke up the next morning at 5:00 p.m.


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