The Bionic in the Basement - Lab Rats

Chapter 5- Belle Monde

A/N: O hi thar! I sound like a dog meme, don't I?

I give up at attempting to make introductions that aren't WEIRD. 

Anyway, THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING ME, Arlyhoran! Now, you know what's coming next right? READ HER STUFF OR THE WORLD WILL BE CRUSHED IN THE MIDST OF WORLD WAR III, AND LET ME TELL YOU, YOU. WON'T. LIKE. IT. Um. It's... Just... Next time, I won't threaten anyone, okay? 

(PS- Belle Monde means Beautiful World in French. Kudos, Google Translate)

(PPS- I really liked 'Typical Dumb Fan-Fiction Moments' by ginawriter, because even though I don't have a 1D or Bieber or whatever else on this planet fan-fiction, you obviously know you've done some of that stuff. Like, making the A/Ns too long, so there will be none at the end of this chapter. She makes a good point. I'm just a rambler, okay?)

LET'S WRITE THIS STORY, YEAH?

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"Leo, this is not the time for ice cream." Chase sighed.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I could use a little cookie dough right now, so I'm out!" Leo began to walk back into the hallway, but Bree yanked him back by his collar. 

"Leo, this is serious! We just found out there was a person in out basement!" Bree told him.

"No, no, no, Bree. This serious for you. I'm already used to it." Leo shrugged, and attempted to leave again, but Bree pulled him back.

"Okay, so, I think there's only one thing to do." Chase said.

Adam nodded. "Listen to Leo and get some cookie dough. I'm all for i-"

"You're not getting cookie dough, okay?" Bree screamed at the boys. Alright, stay calm, Eden. Maybe if I just stay quiet I can back away from these lunatics, lock myself in the bathroom, and cry until lunch time, because I don't think we're gonna go test out my telepathy today. I slowly started walking backwards to the bathroom.

"Fine. But when I slip into some sort of panic-attacky coma from sugar deprival, I would just like to let everybody know that we can all direct our blame to Ms. Bree... random middle name-"

"Victoria." Okay, either Dad just wanted to give us middle names that made us feel accomplished, or he wanted to name us aftter Victoria Justice. I say this because my middle name is Justine.

"Doesn't matter." Leo said. "Davenport. Bree Victoria Davenport is the evil mastermind behind all of this." He waggled a stubby finger in her cringing face. Easy, Eden. Almost there. Just a few... more... ste- 

"WHO-OP!" I grunted, as I tripped over the egg cup and landed on my back with a 'crunch'. Well, that sounded... crunchy. 

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Bree asked, helping me up. Okay, so maybe they don't want to murder me. Maybe... is it possible? No, we just met. Well... maybe... maybe they kind of wanted to generously help me get out of here? And into the world?

Maybe?

Just a thought.

No way, Eden. Not happening. Ugh, I'm so stupid. I just embarrassed my own self. Good going, self. *Mental sarcastic pat on the back*.

"Well, my spine has just been self-chiropractored, so no." I wheezed. I knew that egg was trouble when it walked in. (A/N- yeah, yeah, yeah, don't own 'Trouble' by Taylor Swift.) Eddy was no help. He just laughed. Where's that random cranberry when ya' need it?

"So, now what?" Adam asked.

Silencio.

Dora, Dora, Dora the EXPLORER! Dora, Dora, Dora the EXPLORRRRRER! Come on, let's get to it! I know that we can do it! Where are we going? Awkward silence! Where are we going? AWKWARD SILENCE! (A/N- don't own Dora, I just have a pretty good memory of the song. It ingrains itself into your brain after a while. It's turned my mind to mush. I learned no Spanish from it. Depressing.)