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[foolishwren]

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"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or Godzilla ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something. I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
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PSYCH UP FRIDAY 2016 | THE CRACK OF DAWN

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Heather's dreams, be they sweet or sour, are promptly interrupted by somebody grabbing the end of her sleeping bag and yanking it upward so that she'll either stand on her head or come oozing out of her cotton polyester blend coccoon like a newborn butterfly.]}

HEATHER I MADE PANCAKES I MADE ONE MILLION PANCAKES.

[foolishwren]

_{[There is literally no reason for Heather to have ever actually seen this coming. And therefore there is no way she was prepared to do anything but slide upside-down onto the floor in a startled heap of limbs when he upends her bag right then and there.]}

--Hnhnkkgh?!

_{[Flailing on the floor, she manages to roll over to see her mystery attacker.]}

...Henry?!

_{[She can't even be mad. She's too SURPRISED.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry looms over her, bringing his foot down right next to her head.]}

ONE MILLION. GET UP.

[foolishwren]

_{[She twitches sharply as Henry's sneaker comes slamming down about an inch away from her nose.]}

OKAY!

Okay, jesus!

I'm UP!

What the hell, Henry?!

[no_ufo_ending]

IT'S TIME.

_{[He reaches down to tug her to her feet and steer her toward the kitchen.]}

IT IS GOING TO BE A GOOD DAY.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[At this point, she's kind of just... looking around frantically as she stumbles along after Henry.]

[Is anybody else awake? Is anybody else WITNESSING THIS?]

[WHAT IS HAPPENING]</sub>

I can walk, you know! Slow down!

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[And there they are. The pancakes. All one million of them.]

[Well, truth be told, there aren't actually one million, but there is an ungodly amount covering every flat surface in the kitchen. Some of them are even hanging off the edges like some kind of remixed Dahli disaster.]

[And Henry is beaming, teeth and all.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[She]

[she had not been expecting there to actually be one million pancakes.]

[As she's dragged over the threshold, she just kind of... stops. And stares. Her mouth is literally agape.]

[There's so many.]</sub>

.... I.

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry's face eclipses her view of the kitchen and his grin reaches his ears.]

[LOOK AT THEM, ANAKIN.]</sub>]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[SHE'S LOOKING]

[SHE CAN'T LOOK AWAY.]

[Incidentally, Henry? Looks terrifying.]

[That face was not meant to grin like that.]</sub>

--that's a lot of pancakes.

[no_ufo_ending]

Grab a plate.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[She is literally too stunned to do anything but obey.]

[Very slowly, and never once detaching her eyes from the STACK AFTER STACKS of pancakes lining the entire room, she moves over to the cupboard and attempts to open it and retrieve a plate without knocking any of the towers over.]</sub>

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[At first, Henry is content to jitter in place and watch her but SHE ISNT DOING THE THING FAST ENOUGH for his liking. He rushes ahead of her, grabs up the plate, then bodily steers her toward the table where he yanks out a chair and sends it clattering across the dining room.]

[He then realizes he's forgotten something.]</sub>

SYRUP.

_{[BACK TO THE CABINETS HE GOES.]}

[foolishwren]

_{[By the time the chair is just. HURLED ACROSS THE FLOOR, she's starting to wonder if she's stepped into some kind of horror movie and everybody else is upstairs buried under piles of pancakes or something.]}

... EEEENVY?

GREEEEEEED?

_{[SOMEONE PLEASE CONFIRM THAT THIS IS STILL JOHTO AND NOT JUST HER AND PANCAKE HENRY IN THE PANCAKE DIMENSION.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Sorry, Heather. It's only you. Just you. Forever alone.]

[You and all these god damn pancakes.]

[SLAM! The plates and forks rattle as Henry brings the syrup bottle down like a gavel.]</sub>

Here.

[foolishwren]

Uh... thanks...

<sub>[If she gets a head start, could she make it to the door before he does?]

[... Probably not, she's seen Henry move when he puts his mind to it.]

[Slowly she picks up the syrup and starts to pour it over the small stack of pancakes on her plate.]</sub>