Hezekon
Right Hono(u)rable Minister of Music
She let the denim menace fall to the floor, backing up quickly as she let it go. Korren wasn't gonna fall for that this time, no sirreebob. After seeing her friends Gerin and Loike devoured by the loony pantaloons, she wasn't gonna touch them again if she needed to. She backed out of the room, sweat beginning to draw a line from her brow to her cheek, and had made it out of the door frame when her heel caught on the carpet. She fell backward, landed gracelessly on her tail, and was temporarily stunned. That's when it struck. The bastard bottoms leapt up from their prone position, and the clothing piece made its way toward her with a somewhat comical gait. Comical if it wasn't bloodthirsty and spoopy. Naturally, Korren screamed, and began to scratched her way off the carpet and fled downstairs, crazy bootcuts in tow.
She rounded the corner into her bedroom, where she promptly shut the door. She pressed the button lock, and turned around. She was quite shocked to find there were many, many, many pairs of pants in this room. All of them, standing as if being worn. They turned to … she thought they 'faced' her, but the concept seemed ridiculous. Which is why when one of the pairs of locomotive Levis spoke to her, she barked a laugh. "What are you doing here?" the empty e-word-that-describes-pants demanded. She blinked, rubbed her eyes a little comically, and looked again: still the horde of high-waists . . . 'glared' . . at her. "Is the crazy one loose again?" one of the dungarees inquired. Korren quickly got out her phone and called up her friend, Jorpel. He'd snap her out of it. He answered on the fourth ring. "Hey!"
She rounded the corner into her bedroom, where she promptly shut the door. She pressed the button lock, and turned around. She was quite shocked to find there were many, many, many pairs of pants in this room. All of them, standing as if being worn. They turned to … she thought they 'faced' her, but the concept seemed ridiculous. Which is why when one of the pairs of locomotive Levis spoke to her, she barked a laugh. "What are you doing here?" the empty e-word-that-describes-pants demanded. She blinked, rubbed her eyes a little comically, and looked again: still the horde of high-waists . . . 'glared' . . at her. "Is the crazy one loose again?" one of the dungarees inquired. Korren quickly got out her phone and called up her friend, Jorpel. He'd snap her out of it. He answered on the fourth ring. "Hey!"