Curse You Plothole...

[Rose Karter]

XD This was spawned out of pure boredom and an English class writing assignment. Semi-based on an RP between my friend Kitty and I. Kitty, Lance and DL are © to Kitty and I own myself. ^^

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Chapter 1

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“Hey, Kit-Kat! Do you know where that Happy Bunny shirt I left here last week is?” Lyn asked as she rummaged through her friend Kitty’s closet.

“I think my mom is washing it.” Kitty told her, not taking her brown eyes off her computer screen. Kitty’s boyfriend/muse was reading silently over her shoulder.

“You spelled ‘ketchup’ wrong.” The silver-haired teen pointed out. Kitty turned around to face him, her left eye twitching in a silent warning. “Sorry.” Lance backed off, knowing very well Kitty had a horrible temper and she hadn’t slept in at least twenty-eight hours due to a sudden burst of random inspiration.

“Hey, Kit, how come there’s a huge black void in the floor of your closet?” Lyn asked, still searching through her friend’s closet. Lance’s dark side/Kitty’s other muse, DL, who, until then, had been sitting on sitting’s bed in silent meditation. The young ninja opened one eye and stood up. He made his way to the closet, disappearing behind a rack of T-shirts.

“She’s right…” DL said in his low, slightly cold voice, his words surprisingly not muffled by the high collar of his black coat.

“Wha?” Kitty stood up, her joints creaking slightly from not moving in the past few hours. She stiffly made her way to her closet with Lance helping her a little.

“Sure enough, the was a large, perfectly round black hole on the floor in the back of the 16-year-old’s closet.

“Wanna throw something in?” Lyn asked, still staring ay the seemingly bottomless hole. DL glanced at the blond and nudged her just enough for her to lose her balance and send her falling into the plot hole.

“Not meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee….” Her voice trailed off into silence. Kitty and Lance glared at the former assassin.

“…What? I never really liked her any-Oof!” Kitty shoving him into the void cut off his words. She and Lance quickly followed their friends into parts unknown.

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“Uff!” Kitty huffed when she landed on a soft, but itchy and dry surface. Sitting up, the brunette looked around at the slowly passing countryside. She’d apparently landed in a wagon of hay, which would explain the itching. Her friends were sitting around her, looking bored and, oddly enough, wearing different clothes.

Lyn’s simple torn jeans and T-shirt were replaced with an emerald green gown with a tiara decorated with emerald and diamonds. Lance’s white shirt and denim jacket was now a suit of silver armor with what looked like a medieval drawing of a squirrel on the chest. DL wore armor identical to Lance’s in black.

Kitty felt a hint of terror slowly creeping into her chest. ‘No…No, no, no...’ She looked down and let out a cry of disgust. Her jeans and beloved comfiest shirt were now a dark brown skirt and white corset-like blouse.

“No! Uh-uh! No way! I am not staying in this damn dress! I have principles, you know! And they do not included wearing dresses!” She ranted to anyone who’d listen. “I am not staying in this and that’s final!”
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“I can’t believe I’m stuck in this dress.” Kitty moped as the group rode on to the nearest town and, hopefully, the next plot hole home.

[Rose Karter]

Chapter 2
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“The wheels on the cart go round and round, round and round, round and round. The wheels on the cart go round and round, round and round, all down the road.” Lyn sang in a disturbingly cheerful voice as she and her friends rode down a bumpy dirt road in a wooden cart filled with very dry, itchy hay.

It had been a half-hour since the HORRIBLE plot hole in the back of Kitty’s closet had dropped our hapless heroes back to the middle ages. Kitty, Lance and DL had been listening to Lyn sing random songs in the same cheerful tone all that time, ranging from ‘Breaking the Habit’ to ‘Scars’ to a revised version of ‘The Wheels On The Bus’.

“Kitty’s eye goes twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch. Kitty’s eye goes twitch, twitch, twi-AH!” Lyn squeaked the last part as DL shoved her down into a pile of the hay to shut her up.

“Thank you!” Kitty sighed with relief. “I’d kiss you, but I’m afraid you’d shove me off the wagon.”

“…Yes. Yes, I would.” The wagon came to a stop and Lance jumped out first to stretch. He held out his hand and helped Kitty off like a true gentleman and then pulled Lyn out of her prison of hay.

A low growl came from the petite blonde’s stomach as soon as she was on her feet. “I’m hungry.” She moaned, holding her abdomen. Kitty’s stomach growled louder as if in reply.

“Actually, I am too.” She muttered, still ashamed to be seen in a dress.

“Well, we have no money. We have no idea where we are, and Lance and I are in uncomfortable suits of armor.” DL pointed out.

“Fear not, friends, for I have a solution!” Lyn grinned and produced a dry-erase board seemingly from out of nowhere. She drew six stick figures in a box she began, “First, I’ll distract a shopkeeper with my cuteness, and then DL will sneak up and swipe some stuff. Next, Kitty will pretend to faint and in the mists of the confusion, DL and I will sneak away and you and Lance shall join us for a feast. A simple plan.” She concluded.

“…Or I could’ve used my ninja skills to get some fruit while you were blabbering.” DL growled as he stuffed a juicy red apple into Lyn’s mouth then handed another to Kitty.

“Mine wath cooler.” Lyn muttered bitterly behind the apple still stuck in her mouth.