"CAFIIIIIIINEEEEEE!"
"Oh God."
Rocky Mountain, raccoon, bounced of several walls at the same time. DON'T ask me to explain. He's a muse, he does these things.
"Okay," I say, turning to two rather embarrassed looking creatures. "Who let Rocky at Dad's house blend?"
"CAFIIIIIIINEEEEEE!"
The teddy bear looks down at his feet, ashamed.
"Einstien?"
Eistien Debero looks up at me sheepishly. "Well, you see, Asbestos..."
"CAFIIIIIIINEEEEEE!"
I groan. "You let HIM in again? Honestly, Julia should get him a leash."
"CAFIIIIII-"
"ROCKY!"
My raccoon friend stops mid-bounce. "Oh, hi, Daniel. Uh, what's got you up at this hour?"
"You, a certain red dragon, and the frat boy teddy. I'm just lucky I avoided that trial Mason held- with my luck, he would have sold you to Dean R. Koontz and then were would I be?"
The yellow-furred Aussie dragon flaps his wing/ ears a feqw times. "A might bit saner?"
"Well, yeah, but insanity is sort required to write."
Timothy chuckles. "True."
I crack my knuckles. "Okay, so who's doing what tonight?"
"I'm helping you with that Ninja Zeo fic," Einstien said.
"Oh, God."
"What?"
"Einy," I say slowly, "how many days did it take us to write the first paragraph of Ranger's Rise, Ranger's fall when you helped me?"
"Yeah, but that was a rare event. That Lestat of yours was trying to eat me."
Our one-year old oselot sticks his head out sleepily from under my desk. "Wha...?"
"Go to sleep, cat."
"Okay, Danei....zzzzz"
"Okay," I say. "I'll give you that. So who's helping with Into the Void?"
"That would be me, mate."
"Okay, good. Great Tim. So let the dreaming be-"
"HOLD ON!" says Rocky. "Daniel, look at your hands."
I look down.
"Rock," I say, weary of his 'I just suckered Daniel,' smile. "Rock, what did I just type?"
The smile grows uncomfortably big. "Every thing we've just said."
"No," I say, trying to deny my greatest fear. "You didn't."
Even as he answers, he starts running "I did!"
I take off after him, at top speed through the apartment. "YOU MADE ME WRITE A MUSE FIC!"
Tim and Einy just sit there for a second. Then a blue portal appears.
"Hey guys," says Mason.
"Oh, hey Mason," says Einy. "Jeremy recovered from the trial yet?"
"Yeah. That blue-streaked chick he made took care of him. Though now he keeps muttering 'Jenga is my mistress," instead of 'Baby Spice is my mistress.' Anyways, Daniel, finish anything this week?
Einy and Tim look at each other. Then, Einy reaches into my computer and hands Mason a copy of the much-hated muse fic.
"GREAT! I'll take this to Jeremy."
Mason disappears from sight in a blue puff.
"That," says Einy quietly, "is for the frat boy teddy remark.