CHAPTER ONE: In jail :(

Frost paced, Mossfern thought, Darkky screamed.

In jail.

Beautiful.

“Do you think they’ll let us out if I scream long enough?” Darkky asked.

“I dunno,” Mossfern responded. “Maybe you can try?”

“They’ll have to let us out eventually,” Frost said, trying to at least rise an upbeat atmosphere.

“Whenever my lungs pop,” Darkky added, flipping her front half to the ground then screaming at the top of her lungs.

Mossfern listened to the gentle melody of the horrific and desperate voice of Darkky’s screaming for freedom. It was beautiful.

“SHUT UP ALREADY!” someone in the next cell over screamed.

“YOU SHUT UP!” Frost yelled back in Darkky’s defense.

“YOU SHUT UP!”

“YOU SHUT UP!”

“YOU SHUT UP!”

“Okay.”

“Keep screamin’, Darkky,” Mossfern purred.

“YayAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—” Darkky continued.

“Hey,” Mossfern said to Frost. “Wanna chat while Darkky’s thorough escape plan sets into motion?”

“Sure,” Frost answered. “What’s your worst fear?”

“I’m pretty sure it was pretzels, but I don’t know now,” Mossfern said with a faraway look.

“Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia,” Frost said.

“Wut?”

“The fear of big words,” Frost explained shivering.

“Oh, yes!” Mossfern agreed. “Monophobia—the fear of being alone!”

“Claustrophobia!”

They continued to name phobias as the night fell, Darkky screaming them a lullaby of despair and misery.

They slept well.

That was until they actually woke up, of course.

“WAKE UP, LUMPHEADS!”