Fall into my verse By. T.T Tower

Part: 2

Opening my eyes, I looked around the room. A bunk bed was on my right and a treasure toy box was to my left. Studying the room, an odd sense of familiarity came over me. Getting off of the floor, I crept closer towards the window. Woah! I thought, staring up at the full moon that loomed before me. It was so close that I swear I could touch it. I know swearing is bad, but I swear I could. “George?”

Practically jumping out of my skin, I turned to face the person that spoke. No way! I thought No way! No way! No Way! Stumbling backwards, I fell onto my butt. The smell of rotting bacon wafted up my nose, making me gag. Covering my nose, I crawled away from her as she stumbled closer to me.

Glowing ruby orbs stared desperately into mines, as if searching for something, “George?” She repeated.

Gasping as she came into full view, provided by the spotlight of the moon, I almost peed myself. She was bloated and rotting, her pink skin a sickly gray while some parts of her skin was missing, exposing the rotting meat underneath. I gagged again, tears stinging my eyes. I don’t want to be here! I want to go back! I cried desperately in my head, unable to speak the words a loud.

“It is you!” She smiled. “We’ve been searching all over for you!” The ground beneath me rumbled as she dashed towards me.

“No!” I shouted, my voice finally coming through the lump in my throat. “Stay back! Stay away! I’m not George!” I rolled out of her reach and in one swift motion, I flew to my feet and made a break for the door.

“Don’t say that! You are and you will always be!” Peppa shouted behind me. “Mummy! Daddy!” Peppa shouted out to them. I skidded to a stop, my path no longer clear but blocked by two larger bloated and decaying pigs.

“George!” Father and mother pig shouted, their twisted smiles stretching from ear to ear. “Come to Mummy and Daddy.”

“No!” I sobbed, frantically searching for an opening. They inched closer, spewing out reassurance that they weren’t going to hurt me, but I knew better. Looking down, I figured I could slide through that Daddy pigs legs. Swallowing hard, I rushed at him and he opened his arms wide, as if ready to receive what he must have assumed was a hug. Tricking him, I fell to the floor and slid perfectly through his legs and without missing a beat, I got up and dashed out the door. Flying down the hallway and then down the stairs, I ran straight for the front door. Realizing that my smallness was both a blessing and a curse as I desperately jumped, trying to reach the door handle.

“Come back George!” I heard the family of bloated pigs shouting behind me. Without a second to spare, I turned and dashed towards the kitchen. Grabbing a close by chair and sliding it across the floor, I propped it up against the sink counter. Climbing up and into the sink, I placed my hands onto the window in front of me. As I pushed upwards with all my might, I realized it was locked. Quickly unlocking it, I pushed upwards again, but lost my footing as the world quaked beneath me. With the sound of footsteps pounding down the stairs, my heart leapt into my throat. Hopping down, I made a break for the living room. Pausing for a second before my eyes rested on the couch, I heaved a sigh of relief, there was a big enough gap for me to fit under. The footsteps landed onto the floor, letting me know I only had a few seconds to spare. Bolting towards the couch, I flew down, letting myself slide across the floor and to crawl the rest of the way under the couch, making it just in time as Peppa made her way into the living room.

“Come out… come out wherever you are!” Peppa yelled.

“This is no time to play hide-and-seek Georgy.” Mum pig shouted.

“I think he went out the window.” I heard Peppa say. I nodded in hopes that they would all agree and go outside.

“No…” Daddy pig corrected. “The window isn’t open wide enough, he couldn’t have gotten out.” The hope I had shattered. When did Daddy pig think so smartly?

“Hmm…” Peppa pig began. Watching as her feet left my view, the squeeze upon my heart gave just a little, until two glowing orbs replaced my vision, allowing something warm to dribble down my leg. “Peek-a-boo… I found you.” She smiled a rotting toothy grin, which fueled my future nightmares to come. My eyes stung and my body shook as I tried to push myself further away, but the wall behind me kept me from doing just that. I just want to go back! I cried desperately in my head. I miss mom and dad and my massages, my teddy, my bed and the warmth. A large decaying hand wrapped around the couch and brought me back to reality. Daddy pig had fully lifted the couch up, exposing me.

Desperately wanting to escape, my body moved before I could even realize it. Fiercely crawling from beneath the couch, through his legs and back into the kitchen, I found myself in the sink, already lifting the window.

“Quickly, Mummy!” Peppa shouted.

That was all I needed to push myself out of the window. Bracing for impact, I closed my eyes and put my arms up to break my fall. When nothing happened, I opened my eyes and furrowed my brows. The grass was near inches from my face and yet I hadn’t hit it. Am I flying?

“Ahhhh!”

I screamed, realizing why I was flying. I kicked and punched, trying to break free from its grasp. The ground grew further away as I was dragged back inside, I gripped onto the edge of the window, but my strength was no match against something much bigger than me.

Part 1

Staring at the screen, I smiled with joy as mom tuned into my favorite show, Peppa pig. “Get some sleep, no staying up too late or tv goes off.” I nodded my head, not really paying attention to what she was saying, since I was bobbing my head around her body to see my show. Mom chuckled and kissed my cheeks. Reaching out, she combed through my hair with her fingers, giving me a wonderful massage. “Mommy loves you.” She smiled.

Returning her smile “Love you too.” I repeated back. She turned on my nightty light and then got up, disappearing out of my room while leaving my door cracked as she did. Yawning, I stretched and relaxed onto the bed. The tv kept fading in and out, but I shook myself awake, unwilling to look away.

New Peppa Pig episode… starts now!

Ripped from my sleep, I peered up at the screen. New episode? I thought. I know I’ve seen all the Peppa episodes and that there were no more new ones, since I was on… what did mommy call it?… Philo? Scratching my head, whatever it was, I was fully awake now and staring at the title on the screen. “G…Ge..or…ge… G…goes… Mis…Mis…” I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to sound it out, but the title disappeared too quickly. With a huff, I crossed my arms, hating that I couldn’t finish.

A familiar deep British voice came, on a thing mommy called ‘narrador‘… Whatever that was. George Goes Missing. The voice said and then the camera panned to Peppa, who could be seen walking around the house, looking for George. She looked frustrated and upset and was looking under and in everything she could possibly think of, before going to look for him outside. Her expression of anger and irritation turned to desperation and fear. She walked frantically around the neighborhood calling for George.

Suzy then appeared in front of her with a curious glint in her eyes “Hi Peppa.” Suzy waved “What are you doing?” She asked in her British accent.

Peppa looked at her with a very heart wrenching look, that shocked me. My eyes teared up as I watch on as Peppa’s eyes watered and spilled over. “George…” she sobbed. “I~I can’t find George!” She fell to her knees sobbing, while wiping at her eyes. “I was suppose to look after him, mummy and daddy are going to be so mad at me!” She sobbed harder. I could feel her sorrow so much so, that I too, began to cry.

“There… there… Don’t worry, we will find him.” Suzy patted her back. “Let’s do what my mum always told me to do.”

“Oh yeah…” Peppa looked up at Suzy hopefully. “And what is that Suzy?”

“Let’s backtrack.”

“Backtack?”

“Backtrack…” Suzy corrected. “… and I’m not sure…” Suzy said with a frown. “But I suppose It is something you do when going backwards?”

“Suzy!” Peppa shouted in frustration, causing Suzy to wince.

“Okay… ” Suzy put a finger to her mouth trying to think. “Oh!” She said pointing her finger upwards to the sky. “I think we must first figure out what it was that you were doing when George first went missing.”

Peppa paused to think. “Oh!” She said a memory coming to mind. “We were playing hide-and-seek in the back garden.” Peppa responded through sobs.

“Let’s go there and look through the bushes and trees, he probably fell asleep hiding.”

Peppa nodded and got up, taking Suzy’s hand as they walked back to Peppa’s house. “George! George where are you?!” Peppa shouted, her face getting red. “This isn’t funny!”

“They continued searching high and low and yet no George.” The ‘narrador’ said. “Oh dear! Where could George have possibly gone?”

Peppa stopped and fell to the ground crying. Suzy hugged her and tried to comfort her, when Mummy and Daddy pig popped onto the screen. Immediately Peppa got up and hid behind Suzy, shaking.

“Goodness!” The mother pig gasped, “Why are you crying Peppa? What’s wrong?”

“Umm…” Peppa stuttered, her eyes going everywhere at once.

“Suzy?” The daddy pig directed his attention towards her, who also began shaking. “Suzy or Peppa, what is going on?” He looked around the back garden. “And where is George?”

I leaned in close, my heart pounding. Is Peppa going to get in trouble? I thought, my mind racing.

“G…George…is…” Peppa began.

“Is what Peppa?!” Daddy pig shouted, his face going red along with mommy pig.

She gulped “He…He’s missing!” She cried while falling to her knees.

“Oh Dear!” Mommy pig put her hand to her head, fainting as daddy pig caught her mid-fall.

“To where?” Daddy pig asked. And then everything went silent. Peppa stopped sobbing and mommy pig opened her eyes. I leaned closer towards the screen, in anticipation of what was to come next, then I froze. My heart leaped into my throat as their eyes locked onto mines and then the screen went blank.

“No!” I whisper shouted. Sliding off the bed, I rushed over towards the television. Reaching my hand out to slap the television like I had seen the adults do, I stopped mid swing. The television looked really weird, the white and black fuzzies inside the screen crackled and popped out. “Whoah!” I said aloud. Curious, I reached out to touch it. The fuzzies tickled my hand the further I reached inside, making me giggle. It felt weird but it also felt like mum’s massages, which was very relaxing, that was until something grabbed my arm. I grabbed at the tv, trying to pull my arm back but it was way too strong.