pwscribbles reblogged your post Kitchen Fun Times and added:
Not even an hour later PW slowly emerges. A large bucket of poppers under her arm, a bottle of olive oil in hand and her…
They were sound asleep, curled around a large plush frog,…
Holding tight onto the cabinets, pw starts searching for their room. Upon finding the sleeping nikky, she peeked in, eyes narrowed, then opened the door, hands on her hips.
"Well its a good fucking thing I didnt burn ya house down!" She ranted, throwing her hands in the air and angrily pacing. "All that work and you guys are just laying there! Gold!" She stomped over to their bed and grabbed for their covers to yank them off.
They pulled the covers back over themself easily, grumbling softly in their sleep. “Not funny, Marzi.” They curled tighter into a ball, burying their face in the plush softness of their toy. ” ‘S cold…”
PW put her hands on her hips. “Are ya fuckin’ kidding..” She sighed and started looking around.. then got a devious grin. “Well.. not much else ta do but a panty raid. That’ll teach ya ta sleep so hard.. I mean I can’t do anything -really- naughty to ya. .. I didn’t bring none of my toys..” She cackled and began looking through their furniture for poor Nikky’s underthings.
"Goin’ on a panty raid yeah yeah yeah~
Some poor mooks sleepin’ too hahd oh oh oh~
She gonna wake up an all her undies gonna be gone yeah yeah yeah!
Scribbles gonna have some new trophies oh oh Whoa!”
The goblin sang.
There was a long moment of silence in which Nikky slept soundly, unaware of what was happening in their room. That was until the goblin opened a specific drawer. A jolt of electricity raced up their arm, immediately awakening them with a jolt. At the same time the drawer snapped shut, seemingly on its own, and would no budge from its place.
"What the hell!" they cried, all drowsiness gone from them as they ripped the earplug from their ears. Their normally smiling face contorted into one of anger they lunged forward with surprising speed, tackling the goblin to the floor. They held her down, their knee on her chest, one hand holding her arms above her head. The other crackled with electricity, blue and close enough to singe the hairs on her face.
"Don’t touch my things," they growled, face inches from the little creature. "And don’t call me she."