A Disturbed Reality or Fantasy?

Chapter 2

I arrived at the door of my fun. I gasped as I realized I hadn't changed before I left. Biting my lower lip, I looked at my shirt and pants. The fall had made it cleaner so that was good. It at least took the stains of fives off of it. I knew they would understand.

I knocked on the door three times. A neigh came in response. Excited, I grabbed the knob and and pushed forward. The door folded in on itself, then levitated backwards. After entering the room, the door immediately unfolded and slammed against the doorway, shutting us from the outside. A grin split my face. I marveled at the color of the room.

It was a mixture of pink and green, also being zebra patterned on everything. The room was larger than my own. There was furniture and paintings everywhere. I looked at the center and saw Mr. Horse sitting at a table that barely reached his knees. He himself sat on a pink, poka- dotted bean bag. He wore a new, black tuxedo. He had the head of a horse, and a body similar to a human being's. But what made him so unique was his four arms. It was said to be luck.

Mr. Horse smiled at me, neighing. "Dustin, how have you been?"

"Fine, Mr. Horse," I replied. I made my way to one of the vacant beanbags to the table.

I sat down eager to get the tea party started.

"How was the trip here?" he asked. One of his eyes focused on me while the other rolled lazily around.

"Enjoyable," I lied. I peered down at my pale hand, noticing the pink around my palms.

A rapid succession of three knocks came at the door. Mr. Horse turned his body to face it. He leaned his head back and gave a loud neigh. The door suddenly swirled into a vortex, centered at the knocker's hand. It was Mr. Bear with Mr. Cane behind him. They both entered in, with Mr. Bear letting the door go. It un-swirled back to its original, solid form.

Mr. Bear wore a red bathrobe, his brown fur still wet. He resembled a normal bear, just having bipedal ability, though one of his eyes was missing. He had wired his eyelids shut were it was vacant.

Mr. Cane simply wore a hat, his metal body polished for the event. His body had a black pattern loop around him, his appearance like a candy cane. It was indeed intriguing as Mr. Cane had no arms or legs, rather just one large cane that floated everywhere.

"Mr. Horse, Ling," Mr Bear bowed. "Greetings."

We returned the bow.

Mr. Cane leaned forward. Hello, Mr. Horse, Alberto. He greeted us employing his telepathy.

They sat at the table ready to get the tea party started. All five of us were here.

"Now that the five are present," started Mr. Horse. "We can get this tea party started."

Mr. Bear brought his legs up and down in excitement. I let out a laughter. Mr. Cane simply spun around in carousel like way.

Mr. Horse began to use all four of his arms to make tea and pour it into five cups. He gave one to each of us. Though hot, we took our time. I glanced over to see Mr. Cane lift it with psychic powers. He poured it onto himself, letting it run down his body. Some of it dripped off but must was absorbed by him.

"So, Ling." Mr. Bear began. "How have you been outside of these meetings?"

"Joyous," I lied again.

I stood up and asked to be excused. The three tea drinkers nodded. I quickly walked to the bathroom at the left side of the room. I entered through the curtain covered doorway. The bathroom wasn't too big. Two sinks and mirrors were on the left side upon entering. The right side had the multiple stalls. I immediately went to the sink and turned the water on. Above it was a mirror. Looking into it, I splashed water on myself. My blonde hair and smaller nose certainly gave me a more docile mien. I yawned. Making my way out, I let a smile escape me. It was good to be with those three tea drinkers. The Fourth was decent I suppose. I sat back down and saw that the rest finished their tea, excluding the fifth tea cup that sat still full at the end of the table.