mephiles

This was it. The time. The ultimate challenge.

I quaked in fear as I looked into the depths of the enemy.

The Fridge.

I stared in horror at the Cibo stuffs that had been gathered there. Macaroni, bacon, lettice, cheese, all in there together, an army of mass destruction.

I gulped in some fresh air, and the contest began.

For here, the Fridge was cleaned rarely, perhaps once a every three decades, maybe less. The contest was a war between everyone who lived here; Annie, Nick, David, Rebecca, Crescent, Robo-Knuckles and myself. Also compeating was Manic. The victor was the one who found the oldest...

A pair of unblinking, venomous green eyes peeked around the corner of the Family Room and the Corridor.

Seeing the coast was clear, Mephiles slipped around, silent as a shadow, untill he walked up to a door on the right; it was white, and made so as te pushed it, it would become literally half it's regular size.

The alzavola, teal streaked hedgehog stood successivo to the door, not opening it. Instead, he pushed his ear to it, and tried to catch some of the conversation that was going on inside.

"... I'm sure he's fine." detto one voice. Mephiles recognized it immediatly as the she-hedgehog who had saved him...