The house was completely quiet, not a creature could be heard. With the exception of the obnoxiously loud crunching coming from the kitchen table. Just who was the culprit behind the sound? It was Sonata Dusk, she was eating like she hadn’t been fed in four days and was gorging herself on a very large spread of Mexican food. Everything from tacos to burritos, and everything in between was laid out on the table in front of her.
As she continued to stuff her face with more and more food another girl, Aria Blaze walked casually in to the room.
“I can’t believe you think you can eat all of this food Sonata.” The purple haired girl said with a slight look of disgust on her face. She stood and watched as she took a bite of food and splattered it all over herself and the table.
“I can, and I will.” Sonata replied with confidence, mouth still full of food. She began unwrapping another burrito, to Aria it looked to be full of anything other than meat and beans. Her look of disgust only worsened.
“SONATA, YOU BETTER NOT EAT ALL OF THOSE TACOS YOU BOUGHT! I DON’T WANT ANOTHER REPEAT PERFORMANCE OF LAST TIME YOU DID THAT!” Adagio Dazzle yelled from another room across the house.
“NO PROMISES DAGI!” Sonata shouted back in response, and went back to shoving almost an entire hard shell taco into her face.
The poofy haired girl was very reluctant to let Sonata purchase the amount of food that she did, mainly because of the fact that it would cost them an astronomical amount of money, money they really should not have been wasting on Sonata’s taco addiction. It should have been going towards keeping the three alive in this laughable excuse for a universe, especially since they no longer had their pendants, which also meant they no longer had their powers of manipulation and mind control. Oh, how Adagio missed her control over others. However, Adagio let her talk her in to ordering half the menu… again. Adagio knew exactly how the day would end, and it was not going to be pretty.
“Aria and I are going out for a little while. Please, for all that is good in this world, do not eat all of that. You’re going to regret it and you know it.” Adagio told Sonata as she was reaching for the doorknob.
Sonata barely acknowledged anything Adagio had said. She only looked up and waved them off. Adagio rolled her eyes and huffed as she and Aria walked out the door.
Sonata knew she could eat it all, there was not doubt about that. She loved tacos and everything about them. She had done it before, granted the last time she did this it didn’t end very well for her, but she really didn’t care about that.
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An hour and a half later, Sonata had finally consumed almost all of the food, including 4 large bowls of hot salsa. The only things that remained were about 3 bean burritos. Just as she was reaching for the first of three, her stomach turned over, and made a queasy growl. She put a hand on it, but didn’t think anything of it. She began unwrapping the burrito she had picked up, and took a bite. As she was chewing, her stomach turned again, but this time an unpleasant sensation made itself known in her lower intestines. She swallowed what she had, and put what remained in her hand back on the table.
Her stomach had finally decided that this was too much, and was in the process of trying to get rid of it as quickly as possible.
A bit of gas escaped, but before Sonata could think anything of it, she was already booking it through the house towards the bathroom.
The bathroom was in absolute pristine condition, since that was the way Adagio liked it, but by the time Sonata was done with it, there wasn’t going to be anything pristine about it.
The door slammed behind her, and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of pained groaning. This was not a good day to be Sonata Dusk.
A few minutes later, Sonata had finished her business, washed her hands and exited the bathroom. She stopped and closed the door behind her, she didn’t want what was in there to get out.
She was no more than 2 feet from the kitchen table before her stomach turned again and gave her a loud growl. Sonata cursed the fact that she wasn’t going to be able to finish the last 3 burritos. She decided to ignore the fact that her stomach was rebelling against her, and sat down in the chair she was in before. She picked the unfinished burrito back up and stuck the rest of it in her mouth.
Tacos were absolutely her most favorite food above anything else, and she hated wasting them. They were precious to her, and throwing them in the garbage always drove her crazy.
As she finished chewing, her stomach complained for what seemed like the hundredth time. Sonata clutched her stomach as a shooting pain ran through it. She stood up again, and gave in to it’s will, knowing that if she didn’t it would only serve to make things worse.
Whilst on her way to the bathroom, her stomach ached again. She suddenly gained a sense of urgency, and broke in to a sprint down the hall. She had forgotten she had closed the bathroom door and slammed in to it face first. A new pain now rushing through her nose and forehead, she took a couple steps back and rubbed her hand over her face trying to ease the pain. Her stomach twisted in to knots as she kept rubbing her sore nose. She was quickly reminded why it was she was there, and quickly threw open the door, and bolted inside.
Another few minutes passed, but this time she never came back out. Inside, Sonata was lying on the floor clutching her stomach which was still causing her immense pain. She had never regretted eating so much Mexican food before, but she certainly regretted it now. If it wasn’t a good day to be Sonata Dusk earlier, it certainly wasn’t a good day to be her now.
Twenty minutes passed and she was still lying on the bathroom rug curled up in pain, every couple minutes, she’d make an attempt to stand up, but was foiled every time by the evil pains in her stomach.
At this point, Aria and Adagio had finally made their way back home, Adagio was the first to walk in. When she wasn’t greeted by an over active Sonata, she immediately knew what had transpired. She glanced through the house looking for signs of any messes that could have been made, and then proceeded down the hall, Aria not far behind. The hall way consisted of 4 doorways, one to each of their rooms to the left or right, and the bathroom at the very end.
Adagio poked her head in to Sonata’s bedroom, which contained nothing more than a bed, a table, a five drawer dresser, and taco wrappers spread all over the floor. A few soda cans were strewn here or there, but it was mostly covered in taco wrappers. So many in fact, that Sonata could have stitched them together to make a giant paper blanket for herself.
When a quick search of her room turned up nothing, Adagio knew the only other place where she could be, and she was very afraid of what she might find… or smell for that matter. Adagio slowly made her way to the bathroom door, she told herself she didn’t want to open it, she shouldn’t open it. The only thing that kept her slowly inching forward was that nagging little voice in her head that told her to make sure Sonata was OK.
Once she was at the door, both girls mentally braced themselves. Anything could be behind it. For all they knew, Sonata could be lying on the ground half dead writhing in pain, clinging to every breath, before all the grease she just consumed finally ends her. Adagio shook that mental image from her head. As she slowly turned the knob, Aria tapped her on the shoulder.
“I think we’re going to need these.” She said calmly as she held up a pair of clothes pins.
After firmly securing one to her nose Adagio slowly pushed the door open. What they found inside was not exactly what they expected to find. Sonata was lying on the floor still curled up in pain, clutching her stomach. Her eyes were wet and puffy like she had been crying. She looked up at her friends standing in the doorway and gave them both a look of utter misery.
“Adagio…” She started to say. “Please help me.”
Aria, still standing in the back, glanced around the room. It wasn’t in as bad of shape as she would have expected like last time. The clothes pins helped keep them from smelling anything, and the only thing that was a mess was the toilet paper spread all over the floor, and Sonata herself. The good thing was that the toilet paper wasn’t used. It seemed like Sonata had been in such a rush that she pulled out the entire roll.
Adagio looked at the pathetic scene before her and rolled her eyes.
“I told you this was going to happen if you ate all those tacos, but did you listen? No, you didn’t. You never listen.” Adagio said trying not to seem too angry, since it would probably only worsen the situation.
“I’m sorry Dagi, it was just so good, and I was so hungry. That and it was all right there, I simply couldn’t help myself.” Sonata groaned as she continued to hold her stomach, her eyes falling back to looking at the base board. It seemed like she was trying to keep it’s contents in one place, but was failing miserably. Sonata groaned again before looking back up at Adagio.
“Get out.” Sonata practically whispered.
“Uh what?” Adagio asked a little surprised.
“Get out, get out, get out, it’s coming again!” She repeated much louder.
Needing no further instruction both girls turned straight around, walked out the door, and snapped it shut behind them.
Aria walked back in to the living room, while Adagio entered her bedroom.
“Hey, look and see if we have any more of that antacid stuff.” Adagio to Aria from her room.
“Yeah, OK, I’ll do that.”
Aria walked in to the kitchen and opened a cabinet where they usually kept a few simple remedies for small ailments like headaches or upset stomachs. She always wondered why they didn’t keep this stuff in the bathroom, but she wasn’t about to argue about that today, knowing what was going on in there. She picked up the bottle with thick pink liquid inside. The label read Antacid Drink, nothing more, nothing less.
“How generic can you get?” Aria said dully.
It was at that moment, when a dastardly idea struck her. Sonata needed to learn a lesson from all this. Perhaps, if she made her suffer for just a little while longer, she’d ease up on the amount of tacos she ate. Aria stopped and thought about her plan, if she dumped this down the sink, she’d have to go to the store to get more, then she could take her time doing so, and could torture Sonata for just a little while longer. Yes, it was brilliant.
She twisted the cap off the bottle, moved over to the sink, turned the water on, and poured the pink liquid down the drain. She watched as the pink color swirled around, mixing with the water before disappearing. When the bottle was empty, she threw it in the trash, but not before burying it under a few things, so Adagio wouldn’t notice it later, and give her hell for doing what she was doing. Aria casually made her way from the kitchen and up to Adagio’s bedroom doorway. Adagio was lying on her bed, on her back holding a book all the way out at arms length. She turned her head to face Aria when she noticed her presence.
“Hey, uh, we’re out of that stuff, I’m gonna run to the store to get more, I’ll be back in a few.” Aria informed her.
“Ugh, fine, just make it quick, I don’t want Sonata locked up in there for much longer.”
“Whatever.” Aria replied, as she turned to leave.
Adagio went back to what she was reading and heard the front door click shut.
“She’s gonna take her sweet time, I just know it.” Adagio said quietly to herself.
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Almost a full hour passed since the time that Aria left to get more antacid medicine. Adagio turned to look at the digital clock sitting on the bed side table and wondered what was taking Aria so long. She figured she would take her time, but this was getting ridiculous. She had also seen no sign of Sonata since she kicked them out of the bathroom, and was about to get up to go check on her again, before she heard Aria walking in.
“Just where have you been?” Adagio yelled from her bed.
“I told you, I went to the store to get more stomach drink stuff.” Aria responded, waving a white plastic bag with something inside around.
“You took almost an hour to go down the street to the store?”
“Well, no, but on my way back, I ran in to those Rainboom losers. I had to stop and harass them, then I made the quiet one cry, then the rainbow one started chasing me, and I had to lose her, then I ran in to the one who looks like she uses ketchup and mustard for shampoo, and she threatened to kick the crap out of me if I didn’t apologize for making her stupid friend cry. At that point I just laughed at them and walked away. I knew Ms. Condiments was too goody-goody to actually do anything. After that, I came back here. It must have taken a little longer than I thought.” Aria said coolly with a sly grin on her face.
“I told you to leave those Rainbooms alone. They’ve been nothing but trouble for us, and we don’t need you pointlessly bothering them.” Adagio told Aria.
“Sorry, but they make it too easy.” Aria said as she rolled her eyes, turned around and walked out the door.
“Hey, while you’re out there, go to the bathroom and make sure Sonata is still alive.” Adagio instructed
“Why can’t you do it yourself?” Aria asked, slightly annoyed.
“Because I already told you to do it, now go.” Adagio repeated, this time getting a bit frustrated. She really didn’t want to be bothered with having to deal with either one of them at the moment.
Aria rolled her eyes again and walked up to the bathroom door. When she got there, something hit her like a ton of bricks. The smell emanating from the door was so powerful and repulsive Aria had to fight back her gag reflex to keep herself from losing her lunch. How this odor wasn’t overtaking the entire house she had no idea, but it was like death had come to their home, and he was making himself quite comfortable.
She pulled the clothespin from earlier out of her pocket and stuck it back over her nose. Now that she was incapable of smelling anything, she turned the handle, and braced herself for the worst. Once inside, her eyes were met with one of the worst scenes she had ever seen in her over one thousand years of life.
Sonata had her head laying on the seat of the toilet, which had toilet paper and whatever else floating in the bowl and strewn across the seat. The sink had another thick, mystery substance in it, just the sight of it made Aria sick to her own stomach.
Sonata herself looked like an absolute wreck. Her hair was a tangled rats nest of blue and purple, that alone would probably take hours to undo, her clothes were a mess, and she looked like she was on the verge of death. She didn’t look like she had gotten anything on her, which was an obvious good thing, but overall, she almost looked like she’d survived a tornado.
Sonata looked as though she had fallen asleep on the seat, but after a moment, she seemed to regain consciousness. Her bloodshot eyes slowly drifted upwards to look at Aria.
“Help… Me…” Sonata pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. Aria could almost feel the pain in her voice. She couldn’t help but feel a little bad for the blue haired girl, but Aria knew it was Sonata’s own fault.
“Oh no, you did this to yourself, Adagio warned you about eating all that food.”
Before Sonata could say anything else she gagged again and her cheeks puffed out like she was going to be sick, but it seemed to subside.
Aria continued to look around and observe her surroundings. She also started to ponder how exactly the bathroom got in to the condition that it was currently in. Adagio was not going to be happy to see it like this. Surely Sonata could not be capable of something of this magnitude. Even when this happened last time, it wasn’t this bad. Though the only thing that ever came to mind to make all this possible, was Sonata and nothing else.
It was now that Aria heard something splatter on to the tile floor. She looked over to Sonata who hadn’t moved an inch, yet continued to pierce Aria’s soul with her painful gaze. Aria made the decision that she had better check the ceiling, her mind told her that it was physically impossible for anything to be on the ceiling, but it involved Sonata, so she had to look. She turned her gaze upwards, almost directly above the toilet. She was horrified to see what was stuck up there. She didn’t know what it was, and she didn’t want to know. Aria almost threw up on the spot.
She noticed it drip off again, but instead of landing on the floor, it landed in Aria’s hair. Aria made another absolutely disgusted face, and continued to fight her gag reflex to avoid joining her friend in the toilet.
Sonata opened her mouth to speak again, but not before making a sickening retching sound in to the toilet. When she was finished, she looked back up at Aria.
“Don’t ask, please… Don’t ask.” She whispered before putting her face back into the bowl.
Aria quickly reached in to the bag she had been carrying since she came back from the store, grabbed the bottle of pink liquid, threw it on the floor next to the practically dead Sonata, and turned and ran out of the room.
“NEED TO CLEAN MYSELF!” Aria shouted as she ran down the hall past Adagio’s bedroom.
The purple haired girl ran in to the kitchen and shoved her entire head under the faucet and turned the water on, effectively soaking herself
“COLD!” Aria gasped, realizing that she should have taken the time to let the water warm up first. But, she didn’t care, she only wanted to disinfect herself after being in that horrid mess of a bathroom with Sonata.
She soaked her head and hair entirely, then pulled her head out of the sink, letting her dripping hair soak her clothes as well.
Adagio had finally come out of her room after Aria’s commotion, and watched her friend stand in the middle of the kitchen floor, dripping water everywhere.
“What is going on in here? Why are you washing your hair in the sink again? Is it that bad in the bathroom, that you have to resort to dousing yourself with cold water in the kitchen?” Adagio questioned.
Aria grabbed Adagio by the shirt and pulled her closer staring intently in to her eyes. Her eyes practically spoke of the horror themselves.
“Don’t go in the bathroom, just don’t, PLEASE don’t go back in the bathroom.” Aria pleaded.
“What? Why? I doubt it’s as bad as you say it is.” Adagio said as she gave Aria an incredulous look and proceeded to walk down the hall towards the bathroom. Aria ran after her, still spraying water from her hair across the furniture and everywhere else. She caught up with Adagio and grabbed her by the shoulder.
“I beg you, please don’t go in there. You won’t like what you see, SERIOUSLY!” Aria pleaded again, as she threw herself between the door and the orange girl. But Adagio had made up her mind, she wanted to know what had Aria all freaked out, and no one, not even her own demise was going to stop her.
“Get out of the way Aria, I know it’s not that bad.” Adagio said as she cast Aria aside like one of Sonata’s old taco wrappers.
“DAGI NO!” Aria yelled as Adagio opened the door and glanced inside. It was open for no longer than 5 seconds before she closed it again.
“OK, maybe it is that bad.” Adagio spoke as she slowly walked away from the door. She made her way back in to her room without saying another word and closed the door behind her, a signal to Aria that she did not want to be disturbed.
“I TOLD YOU!” Aria shouted through the door. After she received no response, she went in to her own room, and proceeded to change out of the still sopping wet clothes she was wearing.
Her usual green jacket and shirt were completely soaked, but everything else was pretty much dry. She began digging through her dresser drawers looking for something else to wear. She decided to throw her jacket in her hamper, and put on a simple t-shirt.
As she changed, she couldn’t help but let her mind drift back to Sonata. She wondered if she was still alive in the bathroom, she looked like she had been through Tartarus and back when she was last in there. Aria still couldn’t shake the thought that she still felt a little bad for her friend, although she did know that Sonata brought all this on herself, no one really deserved to go through what she was going through right now. She thought that it would be a better idea to get Sonata out of the bathroom, and put her in her own bed, but she knew that if she was still sick, she’d just end up making a mess in there as well.
In the bathroom, Sonata remained on the floor, her stomach in too much pain to barely move. She had emptied most of its contents, but still felt too sick to try to do anything. She grabbed the bottle of medicine that Aria had thrown at her previously, unscrewed the cap, and chugged down ninety percent of the drink as fast as she could. The effects were not immediate, but she figured it would be better than lying here and suffering.
The putrid smell from everything in the room around her filled her nose. If she was going to do anything, it was going to be getting rid of ninety percent of the problem by flushing the toilet. Sonata grasped the edge of the toilet seat with a hand, and slowly pulled herself up until she could get her other hand up, she continued to pull herself forward, when she got far enough, she was so weak, she felt like she was going to slip off, but she finally managed to get her left hand off the seat, and up on to the flush handle. She pressed it down, and watched as it’s contents swirled away before her eyes.
Her stomach gurgled again, and she felt a pressure rising up her esophagus, but nothing came up except a loud burp. A large amount of the pressure in her stomach was relieved.
“Ah, that feels so much better.” She announced to herself. With that she started to feel rather drowsy, she made the executive decision to fall asleep on the bathroom floor, but not before narrowly smashing her skull in to the toilet. As soon as her face hit the ground she started snoring loudly. Dreams of tacos, sheep, and taco shaped sheep filled her head as she drifted off in to her own little world.
Aria decided that it was the best course of action to check on Sonata again, especially since Adagio most likely wasn't going to do it herself. She also figured that if Sonata looked like she was doing better, that she would attempt to move her from the bathroom to her bedroom, so she could be somewhat comfortable.
Aria walked out of her bedroom, and back to the bathroom door, she held her ear against the door to see if she could hear anything. When no sound came, she placed the clothespin on her nose for the third time that day and opened the door again. She looked around again, only to find Sonata lying on the floor completely asleep, she could tell by her breathing that she wasn’t dead. Aria also noticed that the toilet had finally been flushed, how that happened without clogging it remained a mystery, but her only concern at the moment was getting the blue haired girl out of the bathroom.
She reached down and poked Sonata’s shoulder, to see if that would rouse her from her sleep, but it didn't work. Aria wondered if she would just be able to carry Sonata out of there, so she put one hand under the shoulder that Sonata was lying on, and managed to get her in to an almost sitting position, then she put her arms under Sonata’s and lifted her up off the ground. Sonata was significantly lighter than she’d expected, which made moving her much easier.
She put Sonata’s head on her shoulder and dragged Sonata across the tile floor until it transitioned to carpet in the hallway. Aria continued dragging Sonata until she was at the beginning of the hallway and where Sonata’s bedroom was. She pushed open the door and slowly but surely made her way inside. Kicking taco wrappers and whatever else aside, she managed to make it to the bed without killing herself or her “companion” in the process. Aria laid Sonata down on the bed, but didn’t bother to cover her up purely because she was too lazy to. She thought it was better that way anyway in case she had to get up again.
With Sonata’s head now against a pillow instead of the hard bathroom floor, Aria knew she would be able to rest somewhat easier knowing her friend that was practically a sister, was safe in bed. When everything was done, Aria whispered in to Sonata’s ear:
“Don’t let anyone say I don’t care about you.” Sonata simply smiled in her sleep and turned over on to her other side.
Aria always let on that she cared about no one but herself, and often times it was true, she could be very undependable, and more often than not; lazy, but when it came to her friends, or rather more so family, she cared very deeply about them, whether she showed it on the outside or not. Most people were scared to even approach Aria due to the fact that she always looked upset about something. No one wanted to risk being screamed at.
She walked out of Sonata’s room, and back to her own. She still had to call someone to clean up the horrid mess that still plagued their bathroom. She certainly was not going to be able to do it herself, and she was never going to ask Adagio to help her. Sonata somehow managed to not get covered from head to toe in whatever it was, but Aria was still going to force her to take a shower when she got up.
She picked up her cell phone, scrolled through her contacts to find a number that she had to dial far too often.
“Yes, hi, my name is Aria Blaze, I need someone to come out and clean up my bathroom… Yes, Again… It seems to be a bit worse than last time… Yes, my address is still the same… OK, good, thank you.”
After she hung up the phone, she felt that her hair was still a bit damp, and removed the ties holding it in her two ponytails and let it fall down her back. With that, she walked to the bed, and let herself fall face down on to it. She remained there for the next several hours. She didn’t really care what happened now. This day was over, and that was all that mattered.
End.
Author's Note
Thanks for reading my ridiculous story. I hope you enjoyed it. 
