Continued... He looked into my eyes and breathed in softly. "KC-" "Hey! That's the guard that stole the princess!" someone shouted. My heart dropped, Zayn's eyes narrowed and he growled quietly. He clenched my hand and sprinted towards the exit behind the old broken down bakery. My heart pounded as I heard the clacking of armor boots on the ground. "We're almost there" Zayn whispered as he pulled me onto the wall across from the exit. I heard the captain of the guards yelling and swearing not too far from us. His voice made my body shiver, Zayn felt it too. "He's not going to get you... Over my dead body" he growled. I almost choked on my saliva as his words entered my ears. "W-wha-" "Not literally, KC" he chuckled. "Sorry about that I know you're sensitive" He loosened his tight grip on my hand. "Right... Okay" I sigh in relief. He looks in the gap between the exit and starts walking slowly. I follow then glance at the guards from the gap in the alley. But when I looked back at Zayn he was gone. "Z-zayn?" I was starting to panic, my heart was tightening in my chest. "Don't worry, princess" The voice ran through my ears and my body shivered. "Let go of me!" Zayn yelled. Zayn noticed me and his expression soften. "L-let go of him...please" I stuttered. The capten smirked slowly and moved closer. "I don't think we can do that, princess. You see this guard is a rebel against the code of guardians." I wanted to hit him where he wouldn't get up for a long time but I knew I couldn't. "He's not, he's-" "We'll need to put him in the dungeon" Zayn was looking down again, I wanted him to be free from the guard's grasp. I couldn't take it how they just looked at him like he was... Worthless. I stood straight and clenched my fist. I turned around toward the captain and threw my fist at him. His head went back and his body fell on the floor. The other guards were in shock but quickly started to surround me. I counted them quickly and took my fighting stance. One by one they all retreated and all that was left was the guard holding Zayn. Zayn smirked at me and growled at the guard which made him run. I caught my breath and raced to Zayn. He held me close to his chest and brushed his thumb on my cheek. "I knew you were a good learner..." he smiled. I giggled, "Or maybe I had a good teacher" His smile faded and glanced at the captain still knocked out. "I should've been more careful..." he whispered under his breath. He pulled away slowly, his fingers leaving my hands. I knew he doubted everything about himself but I never seen it this bad before. I looked over him, his back facing me as he mumbles to himself. I groaned and walked over to him. I swung him around and pulled down on his collar so he was my height (yes, I'm that short). "Zayn Shadeclaw you listen to me" I said sternly. His eyes went wide with amazement and a bit of fear. "You have to understand that you protect me better than anyone and I love you for that but just stop thinking everything is your fault it's not" my voice turned more soft. He sighed and hugged me tight. "How did someone like you fall in love with someone like me?" I felt his lips move on my neck as he bury his face into it. I brushed his hair softly, "You're very likeable" I whispered in his ear. He grumbled,"No... I'm not" "Yes, you are because I did easily" His cheeks turned into a deep shade of red and looked away. I pulled his face toward me and smiled softly as he admired my face. His face was just a inch away from mine, I swallowed hard and looked into his eyes. He looked into mine and drifted toward my lips. I felt his breath on my face, soft and warm. I pulled closer, just a centimeter away. He kissed me softly. My heart was beating so loudly I thought it was going to explode. He carressed my face and held it. My arms pushed through on his shoulders and I pulled back. I opened my eyes and saw him, just looking deep into my eyes.

Railyn and Carter have been living together in Carters house for around a month.

Aiden and Tracy have an apartment about 20 mins away.

Today though, is the first time Aiden has contacted Railyn since she moved out.

Railyn and Carter are sitting on the couch cuddling while watching a movie. Railyns phone rings and while trying to grab it Carter throws it onto the other side of the couch.

“We’re watching a movie.” He whines, nuzzling his head into her shoulder.

Rai rolls her eyes and laughs. “Okay fine.”

A few minutes later her phone starts ringing again.

“Can I at least check who it is?”

Carter sighs dramatically, entirely collapsing onto her. He places the back of his wrist to his forehead, draped across her lap.

“If you must.”

Rai grabs her phone.

“Well, who is it. Who is so important that you had to stop our cuddles.”

She raises her eyebrows. “One, you complain like a child. Two, it’s Aiden.”

Carter groans, rolling onto the floor because he is a child.

“You interrupted our cuddling to talk to your ex?” He gasps as dramatically as he knows how.

Railyn rolls her eyes, completely ignoring Carters whining and picks up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

“Uhm… what do you need?”

“Is your credit card linked to my bank account?”

“What? No.”

“Are you linked to my bank account at all???”

“No?”

At this point Carter is standing right next to Railyn trying to hear what Aiden is saying.

“Ok.”

Beep beep beep

“Hello?”

Railyn looks at her phone. He hung up.

“What did he want?” Carter asks. He no longer was complaining like a child and seemed very concerned that she had been taking to Aiden.

Rai rolls her eyes at his defensive behavior and pushes him onto the couch curling up on top of him.

“I don’t even know. He just asked if I was linked to his bank account.”

Carter runs his fingers through her hair. “Hm. Weird.”

They lay there cuddling while the movie plays in the background.

~ - * - ~

A few weeks later Tracy shows up at Railyn and a Carters house.

“Hello?”

Knock knock knock

“HELLO??”

She knocks again.

“Maybe they aren’t home-“ Aiden rolls his eyes at her growing impatience.

“His cars in the driveway and the lamp by the couch is on. If the lamp is on, Hes home.” Tracy sneers, trying to turn the door handle.

Locked.

Meanwhile Railyn and Carter lay asleep in their bed. They went to a friends house last night and we’re out till 3.

Tracy groans. “Son of a biscuit.”

“Biscuit?” Aiden laughs. Tracy shoots him down with a glare and he immediately stops laughing.

Tracy drags Aiden around to the back of the house where she opens a window.

“Tracy. Please tell me your not about to break into your Ex’s house through his back window.”

“You told me not to lie.” She smirks and she pulls her self up through the window.

“Do you hear that?” Railyn sits up in bed.

“Mmmhgmmmmmmmmm.” Is all the reply she gets from Carter who pulls her back down into his arms.

“Carter. Seriously. Do you hear that?”

“MmmmMmmm five more minutes.” He grumbles, sleep coating his voice.

Railyn slowly lowers herself out of bed and she walks over to the door, listening.

footstep sounds

“Was anyone coming over today?”

“No? Why would any sane person come over this early?” Carter grumbles as he wraps up in the blanket.

Railyn rolls her eyes.

It’s 11:30.

What do you do when you think someone in your house? Call the cops. So she did.

Whispering into the phone she hears drawers opening downstairs.

“They’re going through the drawers.” Railyn informs the man on the phone.

“In the middle of the day? Thats one stupid thief. We’ll send someone over.”

“Where is it!” Tracy hisses, going through the drawers in the TV stand.

“What are you looking for?!” Aiden didn’t climb in and is standing outside still.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Aiden was indeed worried about it.

All of the sudden 2 cops burst through the front door.

“HANDS IN THE AIR.” The shorter male cop yells.

“Please.” The taller male cops whispers.

Tracy rolls her eyes, dropping the papers she had been looking through.

Railyn comes running down the stairs.

“Tracy?” She stands there at the bottom of the stairs, tilting her head examining Tracy.

“You know this woman?” The shorter cop says clearly annoyed. He lowers his gun a bit.

“Yeah. Shes my boyfriends Ex.”

The cops both raise there guns again and Tracy rolls her eyes.

“If you would have let me back in the house, we wouldn’t be having this problem.”

“Why are you in my house?” Carter comes dragging down the stairs, still wrapped in a blanket. When he notices the cops though he drops it and stands a little straighter.

“I was… uh- looking for something.”

“What?” Carter glares.

“The code to your savings account.”

Carter snorts. “Your not gonna find it in a drawer.” He taps his temple. “It’s in my head.”

Railyn leans closer to him. “Is it your birthday?” She whispers, a wide grin on her face.

He freezes.

“I need to change my password…”

~ - * - ~

Tracy was sent off with a warning and she and Aiden faced their OWN CONSEQUENCES (le gasp!!!) Of Tracy’s gambling problem. Aiden had to get a job and Tracy is looking for a job still.

As for Carter and Railyn they are being a cute wattpad core couple.

You will not be getting more because I’m lazy and writersblock has returned

Notes:

That is all I’m going to write with these characters because my hyper fixation is dead.

I might write a proposal between Railyn and Carter someday but don’t wait for it cause it’ll be a while lol

Yes, Tracy and Aiden have a bit of toxic relationship. It reminds me of in “A Christmas prince” the cousin Simon and that one girl.

Thanks everyone for reading!! Sorry part 3 took me forever

(Yes it’s a ROTTMNT story :) I haven’t done one in a while. Anywho this features Leo and my main oc, Dawn, the ferret mutant. They’re not dating yet in this one but they will be soon.)

Leo stared up at the beautiful blue two-story house. Around it were blooming flowers of white and pink, and the ocean crashing in the background topped of the scene. He squinted at the window he believed to be Dawn’s, his best friend.

Carefully, he readied himself to climb the wall, when he spotted it; a thin rope coming from the top of the window. It was wiry and brown, the end attached to the top of the window ceil. He grab on to it, and slowly pulled himself up to the window, peering in before opening the hatch.

Clumsily he slid in, stumbling onto the floor and grinning up at Dawn. The dim light illuminated her soft brown features, and the purple mask tied on her face complimented her violet eyes. “Hey~” he said, brushing himself off, his face slightly flushed.

“Why did you just climb through my window…? Can’t you use the door?” Dawn sighed, glancing up at him. Leo grinned cheekily, plopping next to the ferret and stretching out on her bed. “Listen, if your parents would just let me back in the house we wouldn’t have this problem.” He replied in a slightly teasing tone.

Dawn shrugged, her tail slightly hitting the red-eared slider’s shoulder. “I mean, I can’t blame them. Last time you came here you let a wild boar loose in the house through one of your portals.” Leo rolled his eyes, leaning back against her soft and glossy pillows. “Mhm. Anyways I—-“

The ferret mutant suddenly stopped him, putting a finger to his lips. She had a feeling about what he was gonna say. “—What do you need today, Leo?” She asked. This was usual of him, they were best friends, but he also always needed something. “Oh nothing~! I just wanted to spend a day with my best friend~!” Leo smirked, batting his lashes innocently.

Dawn rolled her eyes, her chocolate colored tail flicking behind her impatiently. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I know you want something.” She said, her usual sweet tone hardening. Sometimes she wished he would come over just to say hi.

“Honestly!” Leo said, holding up his hands to feign innocence. “I know you always get annoyed with all of my favors I ask. Between fighting monsters, organizing my comic collection, that one time when I asked to borrow your dog….” Leo trailed off, before looking sheepishly up at her. “Please forgive me? I just want to spend time with you.” He whispered, batting his lashes.

Dawn sighed, running a hand over her face, and reluctantly agreed. “Fine. But we’re watching a movie, okay?” She said, standing and grabbing the remote. She tossed it to Leo, who caught it swiftly, before heading to the door. “Imma grab a few blankets and cocoa, alright? You can pick the movie.”

Leo nodded eagerly, already swiping through the movies that popped up on the screen. Dawn tiptoed to the living room first, grabbing a few soft, plush blankets. Then she bustled off to the kitchen to make two steaming cups of hot cocoa.

After finishing making the delicious drink and dropping a few marshmallows in, she quietly snuck back to her room. Closing the door and handing the blankets and hot chocolate to Leo, she tiredly flopped down next to him. He made an attempt to wrap an arm around her, but she laughed, pushing him away slightly.

“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast. We’re just friends.” She chuckled, glancing up at him.

He smirked, playing with her tail. “Oh come on~! You know you love me~” he purred teasingly, the dim light in the room making his scales shine.

“Do I?” She asked, cracking a smile as she drew a concerned look from Leo. “Yes, yes I do.”

❤️🧡💙💜

What did y’all think? Any tips? I really love silly little Dawn ❤️

And did y’all catch the ZooTopia quote at the end? 🤭

Anyways I’ll be posting more Dawn and other TMNT oc stuff soon >:D

“If they would just let me back into the house then we wouldn’t have this problem!” Andrew practically shouted. I could’ve sworn the walls shook around us, each word gaining momentum.

“That’s an awfully suspicious thing to say.” I noted.

“Better keep your voice down or we’ll have cops swarming us.” Daniel added. I gave a small laugh, as if any cop could find us. Our base was practically a criminals paradise, stocks of food for hiding out, sturdy walls, far off in the middle of nowhere.

A place no one could find.

I loved this military bunker. I knew the boys did too. It was the closest thing we had to a home.

I swung my legs off the bed and onto the floor.

“Weren’t you the one who made the rule ‘no shoes on the beds,’ Amelia?” Perry said in a mocking tone. I rolled my eyes at him and stood.

“How much longer are we going to hide out for?” I asked, snapping open my pocket knife and adding another line in the bunks wood. Rows and rows of lines with small spaces in between, as if someone hit the space bar on a computer.

Each row represents a time we hid here.

And each line represents a day.

“Until the problem’s solved. And like I said, Beck is not letting us back in. Even worse, he knows our location.” Andrew said, pulling the conversation back to his outburst.

“Well where do you want us to go, Andrew? Climb up in the dusty vents again?” Daniel asked.

Perry shuttered. “I think there’s still dust up in my nose.”

“And not good for my claustrophobia.” I couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of climbing back up into the vents, my arms pressed against each other and no space to note. Another reason I loved this bunker, space. But now, that space was in danger.

“We should just stay here,” Daniel continued, “and hope for the best.”

“But the best isn’t good enough.” Andrew growled in frustration. Slamming his fist into the table. A crack slit down the wood and I raised an eyebrow.

“Did anyone just hear that?” Perry asked.

“Andrew throwing a fit and smashing everything? We aren’t deaf, Perry.” I said.

“No, that.”

I tilted my head towards the metal roof, trying to make out any sound.

Voices.

Nearby.

Who would be in the middle of a desert? We didn’t hear any vehicles approach either.

Daniel opened his mouth to say something but I shushed him, putting a finger to my lip.

A loud clatter came from the porthole in the roof and the door knocked open. A figure in a dark cloaked jump down and we braced ourself. I held my pocketknife in front of me, my eyes widening.

The figure tilited his head. “Hello there.”

It’s been a while.

Since your dark thoughts, your dystopian realities, your crude remarks.

I miss it, truly.

I don’t know you, I doubt you care about me,

I’m not sure if this is healthy.. Let me confess,

If I saw that hand of yours that wrote the things that has been scribed, typed,

I would grab that hand and plant a thousand kisses, matching the words in your poetry.

This obsession…I forget about it for a while, thank god, but every time I enter this realm of a million words,

My mind is filled of you.

This is not a love letter, this is a letter for I need to get away from this desperation.

I need you full heartedly.

I want your words to whisper me to sleep.

My eyes will never rest until that hand of yours return to scribe,

My scribe.

**Someone’s been watching over Tom for some time. Just ask anyone who’s crossed his path since he started walking. They’ll tell you the same. **

It’s 3 AM, and he’s a fucking mess. He’s behind the wheel, careening directly toward the house at the center of the cul-de-sac.

He’s full tilt high with a Johnny Walker bookend, and the car is picking up speed. With a cigarette hanging from his lips, he nods off for a second as the cigarette falls into his lap.

**“Oh shit!” he says, lifting his ass from the seat, searching for the cigarette. **

Tom is looking everywhere but the road, but the car stays surprisingly straight as if it had autopilot.

Then, only 50 yards from impact, he snaps to like a soldier responding to a drill sergeant. Somehow, he manages—Except for a momentary screech of rubber against the road, like a stagecoach driver easy his horse team to an abrupt but gentle stop. He shifts to park, douses the lights, and slumps over the wheel, releasing a big breath of relief.

The outside of his car is adorned with the beginnings and ends of numerous open-ended stories—events that would be damn near impossible to figure out without his help. Most of it doesn’t make sense until it does.

**It’s a typical middle-class neighborhood. Repleat with white picket fences, immaculate lawns, two car garages. Someone's utopia **

Tom fumbles for the door handle. The windows are laden with dirt and humidity. As the door opens, he braces himself and falls out onto the driveway. He pulls himself away from the driver’s seat on two hands, doing a hand over hand crawl. Once clear, he’s face-down in the driveway. He takes a deep breath and pulls himself to his feet, swaying back and forth like a tree in the wind.

He stumbles over to the garage door keypad, making a half-dozen futile attempts to punch in the right numbers with no success.

“Shit,” he mumbles.

Defeated, Tom makes his way to the front door. Fumbling for his keys, he tries to insert his best guess into the lock, but it doesn’t work.

**With a heavy sigh, he leans his head against his forearm resting on the doorframe. He starts a slow, meek knock. The next attempt starts the same and gradually builds into a more aggressive, consistent pace. **

Lifting his head while still knocking, he looks around for any signs of activity. The knocking turns into pounding with his palm, the force noticeably increasing.

“Open the fucking door!” he yells.

Lights come on in the adjacent houses. Shadowy figures peek out from behind curtains, silhouettes of those who don’t want to get involved.

Tom is still banging on the door when a light flicks on inside the house. A woman’s voice calls to him through the door.

“Tom, stop it. I told you it’s over. You’re not welcome here anymore. If you don’t leave, I’m going to call the police.”

This isn’t the first time he’s done this. But it may be the last.

“Come on!” he grunts.

“It’s over,” she pleads. “It’s too much. Too many times, too many promises. Please, get help. Do it for yourself, but you’re just not welcome here.”

In a moment of frustration and anger, Tom bangs feverishly on the door, rapid-fire palm strikes. One of the neighbors, now standing on his front stoop, yells out.

“For fuck’s sake, Tom! It’s 3 AM! This can’t be a surprise to you. We’ve all been putting up with this shit for years. Just go, would ya? The only one who can help you is you. Can’t ya see that?”

“Fuck off, Frank. Get back in your house or I’ll come over there and punch you right in the mouth, you nosy prick!” Tom yells. “In fact, I’ll do even better if I have to say it again!”

Tom reaches behind his back and pulls out a pistol, using it to scratch his temple as he sways, catching his footing. He looks back at the neighbor, who is now retreating inside.

“That’s right! Get back in there!” Tom screams. “You don’t know! You’re no expert! You just don’t know!” he says sadly, as the neighbor slams the door.

Tom, breathing rapidly, takes a deep breath as he bends over, clenching his fists, and lets out a deep, bellowing scream.

“If only they’d let me back in the house, we wouldn’t have this problem!” he yells again at Frank’s house.

**Tom reaches for the handle one more time. Same result. He starts to cry, then sob. It’s pitiful. **

“I love you! I hope you know that. No matter what you see. No matter what I’ve done. I’ve tried! I just can’t. It’s too much. You just don’t know what happened! What they did. I tried but how the hell is a man supposed to talk about that kind of thing?” he moans.

**Sirens in the distance catch Tom’s ear. He scoffs. ** “why not. Come join the party.” he says sarcastically. Forms a slight Grin just before tears pour down his face.

“Honey, I think I have a solution. A solution everyone will be happy with. You, the baby, and even Frank next door. Just open the door, please. Let me tell you what it is. Let me show you. It’ll be quick. I’m not gonna stay long. Just open the—”

The light inside the house goes out.

As the sirens grow louder, Tom looks over his shoulder and sees the red and blue lights cresting the road a couple of blocks away.

He turns back to the house and looks up.

“I love you,” he says quietly. “I just never learned how to love myself. It's not your fault. I just can’t be who wanted me to be. Who I should wanna be.”

He rears back with his foot as if to kick the door in but pauses in mid-stride. He puts the gun to his temple.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

He pauses briefly. The night crickets are singing their song, when suddenly, they Full silent giving way to the crack of a gunshot.

**You can barely see the silhouette tom slumped over. Not a single light in the neighborhood breaks the darkness. **

My phone chimed on my bare chest alerting me to the DoorDash delivery that was waiting on my front porch, "The Applebee's is here!" I shouted to Benson through the cracked door of my room as I reach for my remote on my nightstand to pause the TV. Laying here in my boxers added to my lack of motivation to get up and get the delivery myself. "I didn't even want Applebees." I grumbled to myself, but a lost match of Call of Duty lead me to this sub-par meal I was about to scarf down, there is no sense in savoring any flavor. One more shot on him and I would be more than enthused to go grab the Olive Garden I'd been craving. But alas, here we are with fucking Applebees, "BENSON?" I hollered again.... I'm met with silence. What the hell could he be doing? We just ordered this food 30 min ago? Ughh I probably didn't want to know what he was doing as a matter of fact, Hilary his girlfriend was on her way here last I heard. I shuttered as my mind chased away any thought of what they could be doing. I plucked my phone off my chest and looked at the photo the door dash driver had sent confirming the delivery to make sure it was close to the door. I could see the tied up plastic bag and three drinks sitting right in front of the storm door. "Damn it!!" Who lacks such common sense? You would think they would know that as soon as I open the storm door the drinks will topple over. Oh well, I'm not about to get dressed just to come back here and continue to binge season 5 of Friends. I make my way downstairs and head to the front door, still unsure of where Benson or Hilary were. I opened the front door using the wall on the right to shield any potential onlookers of seeing me in my Spongebob boxers, my favorite pair thank you very much. I cautiously cracked the storm door and snaked my left arm around the opening to try to reach the hoop that was perfectly bunny eared, I couldn't quite reach it. I stood up with a sigh and stepped a little more toward the entrance and opened the door a little more, the edge of door now touching one of the drinks. As I bent forward slightly to try to reach down again my ears were met with "Cowabunga" at the same time I felt hands pressing on my back and to my surprise I was shoved out the door, drinks flying forward toward the porch steps I rushed to try to pick them up. My dignity be damned, I was not about to lose my Precious HI -C. Fucking Benson! Quickly I grabbed the loot and turned to grab at the screen door to come back in. Bensons eyes sparkling with humor locked with mine as he widened his Chesire cat grin. The click of the storm door lock setting into place. "Alright douche, you got me," I chuckled, "now let me in!" His mouth twisted in a devious smile, and he shook his head slowly, reminding me of some deranged villain. I could hear Hilary snickering from somewhere inside as I realized my precious HI-C was dripping down my chest soaking the waistband boxers. Just Then I see Benson cover his mouth trying to hide a laugh as he points behind me. I slowly turn my head around afraid of what I might find. The tale tell sound of tires on road coming to a halt as I see the blue black and white police car park along the street Infront of our house. As fate would have it, I was certain there was a certain brunette behind the wheel of that Dodge Charger.
I tried to muster up my most confident self, I'd been trying to charm sexy Officer Bindy for weeks now. The tinted windows slowly lowered as my muse came into view. She lowered her sunglasses with two perfect fingers and quirked her eyebrow. "I do believe your last show of public indecency was a warning." Was she trying to hide a smile? "I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you in on this second offence Mr. Carden." Shit.... if I'm getting arrested coach will suspend me. SHIT. I turn and meet Benson's wide eye laced with satisfaction, him not realizing he'll be down his co-defenseman, after all he didn't know coach and I had been on the rocks for a few weeks, after he caught me staring at certain Officers ass. This particular officer that happens to be Coach Bindy's daughter. "If they would just let me back in the house then we wouldn't have this problem!"

“What seems to be the issue, sir?” The robot asked the man. The man decided he strongly disliked the faux mouth it had. It was too real, yet too artificial, with a sheen of moistness and a strange rubbery bounce like a swollen flounder. He did not approve of the technological advances of late. Society was far too dependent on machines for his liking. And they were creepy! “Well, the issue is,” his tone was dripping with sarcasm, imitating the bot. “You all won’t let me into my own damn house!” “I understand your frustration, but first, I’m afraid you’re going to have to grab some identification.” “Yeah, well I’m afraid that is inside my house. I was just going out for a minute to empty the trash!” He was fuming now, standing there overheating in his fuzzy tree slippers and matching jammies. The bot pulled out a screen. “Please select all the squares that contain an apocalypse so we can confirm that you are not a robot.” He couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. What a world. He shuffled over to the bot, selecting every single square, just for the hell of it. It brought him a little joy to mess with the metal golems. “Good choice, the apocalypse is everywhere,” it responded monotonously. “What did you say?” The man was dumbfounded. AI had gotten too disrespectful. “No, sir, I did not speak.” He swore he saw the thing smirk when it thought he wasn’t looking. He gave it a nasty look in return. “So are you going to let me in my home? This is ridiculous; it’s like the opposite of breaking in.” “Yes. First, I need some identification,” it replied, emotionless as ever. “I TOLD YOU ALREADY,” he snapped, “THAT’S IN MY HOUSE!” “Sir, calm down. That is one warning. Do not harass your public servants.” It certainly seemed like a threat. “Well, surely you must have other methods of tracking every single human on earth. In fact, I know you do, creepy little bugger.” He was trying to keep his cool, but clearly failing miserably. Deep breaths, he reminded himself. Remember what I learned in anger management. ”Look, if you don’t let me into my own house, I’ll be forced to break in,” he reasoned humorously. Sirens starting going off. Uh oh.__ __ “Calling for reinforcements. Human has expressed intent to commit a crime.” “No, no, no please, it was a joke,” he panicked. A few moments later, a police hovercar arrived, touching down expertly on his lawn. Great. “So I hear somebody wants to commit a criiime,” the officer said gleefully. Clearly, he was bored. At least it was a human this time. “You see, Officer, I was just taking out the trash when I realized I left the auto-lock setting on my door. My passkeys are inside. So, I called customer service to get my door unlocked. Instead of being helpful, they sent this little maniac with botoxed lips and an attitude. You see, if they just let me back in the house, then we wouldn’t have this problem!” He ranted. “But sir, we still must address your threatening of a public servant and uh,” he checked his tablet, “declaration that you were going to commit a crime.” “Look, I just woke up, I’m starving, and I’m overheating in this sun. Excuse me if I’m a touch grumpy, and please, just let me in my home!” “I’m afraid I’ll need to see some ID.”

Let me back in To begin Again No more sin Or drink You think We’ll sink But we’ll swim In the end

I was kept outside for long times, which made the golden time of solving the problem slipping away. If they would just let me back in the house then we wouldn’t have this problem! The outcome was out of my control, but it’s a good thing for us, learn from it. I tried several different ways to do it, luckily it worked! We were able to back on again.