The mysterious eggs under the pantry had become a silent but persistent cloud hanging over the group's heads. While life in the apartment carried on with its usual mix of hilarity and bizarre normalcy, there was an unspoken tension. It was as though everyone was waiting for the moment those alien-looking shells would finally reveal their secrets.
Mallory, of course, dealt with this the way she dealt with most problems—by ignoring them.
"Eggs under the pantry?" she said one evening, her mouth full of chips. "Not my problem. I'm on a strict 'out of sight, out of mind' diet."
"You're unbelievable," Vanessa said, rolling her eyes as she tightened the barricades on the front door.
"That's what my high school guidance counselor said too," Mallory quipped, tossing another chip into her mouth.
But deep down, even Mallory couldn't completely shake the feeling of impending doom. Especially since Blinky had started behaving… strangely.
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For once, Mallory didn't wake up to the smell of pancakes or the sound of Zara's off-key singing. Instead, she was roused by a loud crash, followed by a high-pitched screech that could only be described as "zombie velociraptor."
Mallory bolted upright, clutching her pillow like a weapon. "What the heck was that?"
Before she could process, Vanessa burst into her room, looking uncharacteristically frazzled.
"They hatched!" she yelled.
Mallory blinked. "Who hatched?"
"The eggs! The creepy alien eggs under the pantry!" Vanessa grabbed Mallory's arm and dragged her out of bed before she could argue.
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The scene in the living room was pure chaos. Altair was armed with a fire poker, Zara was wielding her trusty bat, and Greg was cowering behind the couch. In the middle of the room, Sprinkles barked furiously at three small, bizarre creatures that were skittering around like deranged toddlers on a sugar high.
The creatures were roughly the size of house cats, with slick, scaly skin that shimmered in the apartment's light. Their eyes glowed a faint green, and their limbs were too many to count in the heat of the moment.
Mallory stared at the chaos, her brain struggling to catch up. "What… are those?"
"Trouble," Altair said, swinging his fire poker at one of the creatures. It dodged easily, letting out a screech before launching itself onto the wall.
Zara smacked another one mid-leap, sending it tumbling across the floor. "They're fast little freaks, aren't they?"
"Can we focus on not dying, please?" Vanessa snapped, shooting a crossbow bolt that barely missed one of the creatures.
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Mallory stood frozen in the middle of the room, trying to make sense of the situation. Blinky, perched on the counter, was quivering like a neon jelly cube at a rave.
"Wait," Mallory said, holding up her hands. "What if Blinky knows what to do? I mean, he came from the fridge, and the eggs were under the pantry. Maybe they're… I don't know, related?"
Altair paused, his fire poker mid-swing. "That's a long shot, Mallory."
"Do you have a better idea?"
Altair sighed, stepping back. "Fine. Let's see what your gelatinous genius can do."
---
Mallory approached Blinky cautiously, holding him up to face the nearest creature. Blinky quivered again, emitting a faint hum that made the little monster freeze in its tracks.
"Well, I'll be damned," Zara muttered.
Encouraged, Mallory carried Blinky closer to the other creatures. One by one, they stopped their frantic skittering, turning their glowing eyes toward the glowing blob in her hands.
"Are they… bowing?" Vanessa asked, her voice filled with disbelief.
Sure enough, the creatures lowered themselves onto their too-many limbs, making soft chirping noises as they huddled around Blinky.
Mallory grinned. "Looks like Blinky just became their king."
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Once the initial panic subsided, the group managed to corral the creatures into a makeshift pen made of overturned furniture. They watched in equal parts fascination and horror as the little monsters circled Blinky, chirping and occasionally nipping at each other.
"So, what do we do with them?" Zara asked, poking the pen with her bat.
"Keep them," Mallory said immediately.
"Absolutely not," Vanessa countered.
Altair adjusted his glasses, studying the creatures. "They seem to recognize Blinky as their leader. As long as he keeps them calm, they might not be dangerous."
Vanessa crossed her arms. "That's a big might, Altair."
"Well, it's not like we can toss them back under the pantry," Mallory pointed out. "And honestly, they're kind of cute. In a horrifying alien nightmare sort of way."
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Over the next few days, the creatures—quickly dubbed "Blinky's Minions" by Mallory—proved to be both a blessing and a curse.
On the one hand, they were surprisingly helpful. They cleaned up crumbs with alarming efficiency, repaired small cracks in the walls with some sort of secreted slime, and even scared off a wandering zombie that had stumbled too close to the balcony.
On the other hand, they were also mischievous little devils. Mallory caught one of them chewing on her favorite slippers, another trying to dismantle the toaster, and a third attempting to climb into the refrigerator.
"You're going to eat us out of house and home," she scolded them one afternoon, shaking a box of cereal that they had almost demolished.
The creatures chirped innocently, their glowing eyes wide.
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Despite the strange new additions to their makeshift family, life in the apartment settled into a tense but manageable rhythm. However, the outside world wasn't about to let them rest.
Vanessa was the first to spot the smoke rising from the east, a thin black column that signaled trouble.
"Raiders," she said grimly, lowering her binoculars.
The word sent a chill through the group. Raiders were an unpredictable threat in the apocalypse—desperate survivors willing to do whatever it took to secure resources, no matter the cost to others.
"They're heading this way," Vanessa added.
Mallory groaned. "Great. Just what we needed—uninvited guests."
"We need to prepare," Altair said. "Fortify the doors and windows, hide anything valuable, and—"
"Wait," Mallory interrupted, a sly grin spreading across her face. "I have a better idea."
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When the raiders arrived later that evening, they expected an easy target. The apartment building was unassuming, its crumbling exterior giving no indication of the chaos that lay within.
As the raiders crept through the halls, weapons drawn, they were met with an unexpected sight: Blinky's Minions.
The creatures, under Blinky's glowing leadership, had been strategically placed around the building. They skittered through the shadows, chirping ominously and occasionally glowing brighter to unnerve the intruders.
"What the hell are those things?" one of the raiders hissed, his voice tinged with fear.
"I don't know," another whispered. "But I don't like it."
From her perch on the balcony, Mallory watched the scene unfold with glee.
"Is it bad that I'm enjoying this?" she asked Zara, who was beside her.
"Only if it makes you sleep better at night," Zara replied with a smirk.
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The raiders didn't stand a chance. Between the Minions' antics, Blinky's mysterious glow, and the group's well-placed traps, they fled in panic, leaving behind their weapons and supplies.
As the apartment settled into quiet once more, Mallory leaned back against the couch, Blinky perched happily on her lap.
"Looks like we're not just surviving anymore," she said with a grin. "We're thriving."
Vanessa sighed, shaking her head. "Only you could turn an alien blob and its minions into a survival strategy."
Mallory shrugged. "Hey, when life gives you Blinky, you make… whatever this is."