I love crackfics. They let me go completely crazy with inside jokes and over-the-top ridiculousness. Hence (Yeahh! Hence!) this little ficcie. It's going to be around five chapters or so. Hope you all like it! :)
Mess With Our Boys and We’ll Mess with Your Face
“Ash! Watch—“
The shriek was cut off by an explosion of white from the center of the room, covering the four girls with a fine layer of powder. All conversation in the room ceased as the dust settled on a quite comical sight.
Ren coughed lightly, a puff of flour emitted from her mouth.
“…out.”
Bre laughed and attempted to shake her hair out, amused at the clouds of white falling out of the dark strands. “Did you really think opening a bag with a knife wouldn’t lead to a mess?”
Ashley grinned and dumped what was left of the cake mix into the large bowl of water and oil with a shrug. “Worth a shot.”
Mel stared around the kitchen with wide eyes. What surfaces weren’t covered with flour were littered with baking products, poptart wrappers, and Red Bull cans. Someone had managed to get a spatula stuck to the ceiling light, and the frosting had met the same unfortunate fate as the cake mix bag and had been smeared across the refrigerator during the explosion.
“When my mom gets home, you guys are going to hear about the grisly murder on the news.”
Ren laughed. “Run fast.”
“He’s a freak…he’s the fastest kid alive…” Ashley quoted along with the well-timed movie line acted out almost forgotten on the TV screen. Ashley had brushed all the flour off her face carefully, leaving herself with whiskers and a white nose, earning gales of laughter from her friends at the movie reference. The little appliance on the counter had somehow managed to escape being coated in cooking products, giving them a good view still.
The cake had just been set in the preheating oven when a massive bang made them all jump. Luckily the oven door was closed, or someone could have ended up with some nasty face-burns.
The front door had been thrown open so hard that it rattled on the hinges. Still for the most part covered in flour, the four friends dashed into the living room, looking around wildly to find out who was abusing the doorframes.
Steph, Crystal, and Corinne stood in the doorway, panting and looking as if they ran the entire way there.
“We ran the entire way here,” Steph announced somewhat breathlessly.
“We noticed,” responded Ren.
Crystal opened her mouth to speak, and then noticed their strange appearance. Bre was still holding the chocolate covered spatula, which was dripping onto the carpet. She gave them an odd look. “What happened to you guys?”
“Ashley,” chorused Bre, Mel, and Ren. Ashley nodded.
“I had a knife,” she stated, as if that explained everything. In her case…it did.
She raised an eyebrow. “But what’s wrong?”
Suddenly reminded of their announcement, the three girls began to talk all at once, looking quite agitated as they paced the room, throwing their hands up for emphasis. It was quite impossible to understand what they were saying.
“Woah! Coherency please!” Mel said, holding up her hands in surprise.
“Haven’t you guys been online today?” Corinne queried anxiously.
“Not in the last few hours, no.” Bre blinked.
A collective gasp was emitted from the three girls. “So you haven’t heard?!”
“What? Timmy in a well?” Ashley laughed.
“No! Frankie!” Crystal squeaked.
“Frankie’s trapped in a well?” Ashley asked in confusion. “How does that even happen anymore?”
“No!” Steph exclaimed, jumping up and down. “He’s been kidnapped!”
Lightning crashed dramatically outside. Everyone was too shocked to realize that it was still completely sunny outside, no clouds in sight.
“WHAT?!?!??”
