“How the hell is this possible?” Owen shouted in shock. Aaron’s handful of popcorn was halfway into his wide open mouth, his eyes now fixated on the screen.
“WHAT THE F-?” a hand smothered Owen’s mouth. Crow’s to be exact. The entire room – silent. It was very eerie.
The screen read two things.
The number 000 and right above it….Owen.
“How the hell did I loose?? I wasn’t even playing! How the heck is this possible? I thought for sure it was gonna be Crow!”
Crow shook out of her shock when she made sense of the context of his sentence. “What the hell? Me?”
“Yeah. Didn’t you know that Mathias is the freaking Lord of the Dance?” Owen protested, his arm swung out in a glorious sweep to the sudden random curtained wall with plaques and trophies lining each thing.
“What the fuuu?” Crow asked dumfounded. Mathias was just as shocked, walking up to the wall.
“When did I change my name to Figorous Blitz of Scandanavia? And hey…isn’t this you Owen?” Mathias pointed to a picture of a young toddler with tell-tale emerald eyes with tap shoes and a cane on his head.
Owen swivelled his head right around. The crowd gasped…(it seems this crowd is only good for the shocked stuff…not to mention this seemed more like a comedic sit-com or a soap opera…except for realistic).
Aaron stood up, assuming his authoritive pose, Tina having to look up to his height, along with the rest of the orphanage habitants.
“Well…the deal is still in place. Seeing as the name of the losing side happens to just be Owen, then he must go along with the stakes set out but Crow and Mathias.”
“Huh? Wait, what? This was a deal between them! Why me?? How exactly did you work this out?”
“Well seeing as you proposed the idea in the first place and you set my socks on fire last weekend, consider this punishment and duty to be a young responsible man.”
Owen raised an eyebrow, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt, coughing awkwardly. “Yeah but…I broke my leg!” He was suddenly on the ground, writhing in pain. “OW! The paaain! The aaagony! How can I feel this pain and agony and woe and liiive? AAAAAAAA! Just cut it off! CUT IT OFF!”
How anybody fell for that, it was a miracle.
Aaron pondered the situation. “Yeah, okay. Mathias, Crow…just do your chores, seeing as you did all that hard work to dance. Tina, did you want to show them the new load of laundry we have today and such? I’m gonna take a nice nap…a coffee…yeah…blended crème and sugar…” His eyes half drooped, thinking of the deliciousness of the hot beverage.
Owen had still carried on with his broken leg antics.

Crow Concludes:

Needless to say, the day didn’t make much sense all together.
In fact, usually when Owen is around, nothing seems to make sense completely. Weird shit happens. Take today like a valid example. But hey, you gotta love him I guess.
Or bash his legs in, whichever works.
Today is just another day.

Challenge of DOOM!!! Continued

Mathias plugged in the game station and stepped back in caution. Instantly, the black screen was blasted with these dancing people in a dance club, some erotic Japanese music filling the orphanage. The children gathered round, eyes wide. In unison the crowd “ooh”-d and “ahh”-d. Owen grinned devilishly, his secret hidden camera ready to go. Matt was never, ever going to live this down. The brunette was going to make sure of it.

Crow looked uncertainly around the room. Oh sweet mother… Aaron was there, a popcorn bowl in hand with Tina standing next to him, both watching in anticipation and pure amusement. Matt tried to ignore the leering he was getting from Owen. If he did anything funny… Well, let’s just say that Owen would have to get used to moving around in a wheelchair with a rubber duckie firmly glued to his forehead…possibly some rabid bears thrown in the mix…it all depended if he could get through to his resources or not. Matt looked over his shoulder – only to flinch slightly as Thomas, the deemed chipmunk boy, was staring at him with deep azure eyes.

“Pray to the dance gods of the modern age, Mathiaaaaaasss…” Needless to say, with a toddler using such high vocabulary without the usual lisp of his was quite disturbing. Mathias half expected him to start growing long hair and then start saying, “Seven daaaays,” or something.

“Suuuure,” Matt said. Crow snickered beside him. “Shut up. You ready to get pummelled into metaphorical dust, you baby?”

“Baby?” Crow asked incredulously. “I don’t think so Mr. Hotshot. This is all mine.” Well, despite the fact that she was considering joining a witness protection agency after this possibly…she heard they made cookies for every member.

Owen kneeled next to the controls. “Players, to your stations!”

“Owen, this is not freaking Pokemon,” Crow seethed, sounding completely unamused. “Next you’re going to be saying like, ‘Charmander! I choose yooooou!’”

Owen rolled his eyes. “Meanie.”

“Stupid,” she retorted.

“Bully!”

“SHUT UP! Let’s get this over with,” Matt interrupted. The crowd murmured as Owen pressed ‘play’ on the menu.

The crowd listened in awe. Owen shifted the camera in his shirt pocket to close in on his frozen rival. Ooooh, yeah.

“Hey Mr. Wonderful, oh you’re so incredible!” the game started to sing at them in some techno-ish song.

Crow slowly turned her head toward Matt in terror, noticing how he was doing the same toward her. “Dear god…”

“What have we done??” Matt yelled at her.

“Shut up you two! The arrow thingies are there!” Owen shouted at them. Crow cursed silently as she noticed that she had already missed three. Matt was confused as to where to step exactly.

“There’s like sixty billion a second! How many feet do these people have!?” Crow shouted, looking pretty much of the equivalent of a floppy puppet that someone was controlling by strings.

“I dunno! But I guess we just step wherever!” Matt shouted, as if they were trying to hear each other over the roar of a war.

The crowd was entranced. Owen was laughing his ass off, Thomas and Caleb and Meribelle were doing their own cute adorable dancing around each other and Aaron’s popcorn bowl was being invaded but stubby little toddler hands, to which he protested to.

Hop, step, scissor leap, kick, jump, swing, hop, spin, roll, flip….it was pretty much what the two unfortunate souls of the DDR game were subjected too. Owen pretty much busted a gut over it all.

Finally, after three gruelling minutes, the song ended….the crowd waited…the scores came up and instantly, all at the same time, they ALL gasped.

Owen stared in amazement.

“No way…”

To be continued….