None For You

Morton (thought bubble): Okay, Morton. This is it. Time for glory. Time for the truth. Time for the Big Bucks!
Morton: “HEY, TIGER!”
The door slams as Morton screams “OW!!!”
Cora: “How could the door just slam by itself?” Theo: “Trust me.”

It would seem that this house has other ideas about Morton’s “right to know.” Cora doesn’t quite believe it, but as Theo tells her, “Trust me.” This house and Theo’s are working together, as we know, and as Theo suspects. Meanwhile, we’ll hope that Morton isn’t too badly bruised by the door. Well, maybe we won’t mind if he’s bruised a little bit…

Chapter

  • Theo and Corabelle

Location

  • House

Characters

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Wolfie Steel
December 28, 2021, 7:04 pm
Hehe, Morton got what was coming to him.

 

RedFox6
December 29, 2021, 3:12 am
I imagine the first thing that got hit was the camera, driving it back into Morton’s nose. The impact of the door probably broke at least the lens of the camera, and possibly more, as well as probably breaking Morton’s nose.

Now comes the interesting part: Will Morton wise up, accept the situation, and become friendly, or will he keep trying to get a picture, which could lead to a lot of broken cameras...?
And I wonder if the houses can keep out undesirable individuals? If so, Morton may find himself homeless real soon.

 

Geneseepaws
March 14, 2022, 3:58 pm
Consent is very important, Morton. Not to rub salt in the wound, but that was a jerk move, and even the house knew it.