I love nighttime. The Sandersons go to sleep and all of us toys get to run free. Tonight I wanted to see what the rest of the house looked like. I'd never been out of Jenny's room. I headed out towards Mr. and Mrs. Sanderson's room. I told Mini Mort where I was going and he promised to cover for me. He'll take any secret to the grave, I'm lucky to have him as a brother. Thank goodness Sunshine didn't see me on my way out. I'd have been in so much trouble.

On the way across the hall I took a peek over the rail to the floor below. I could see 3 of the Free Rangers patrolling the bottom steps. I couldn't tell which ones were on duty so I bent down a little farther to get a better look. I was pretty sure Memphis was down there. He always was smaller then all the others. Then they stopped marching and headed back to their camp. I bent down farther to see what was happening. Sarge was gesturing towards the basement. They broke into large groups and headed for the basement stairs. Chibi came into the room and followed them into the darkness. I couldn't see what was going on anymore. A tiny light shone in the entrance. I bent down a little more to see what it was. Next thing I knew I was falling forward. I let out a small cry and failed to regain my footing.

I wanted to sob. -This- was how I was going to die. I'll fall all the way to the bottom and break into a million pieces that even Mr. Sanderson won't be able to put back together! And nobody will ever know how it happened because Mort won't tell anyone that he knew. My parents would-

My thoughts stopped when I realized I wasn't falling. I was dangling. Somebody had a hold of my ankle. My panic rushed back as I tried to push my dress as far towards my ankles as possible. Dresses don't work well when you're hanging upside down.

They began pulling upwards until I was back on the ground. I made myself presentable and prepared to look up at an angry adult. I was surprised to look straight ahead at a flower. He looked to be about my age. He also looked a lot like Funky Phil only smaller and more... freaky.

"Thank you for saving me"
"You're welcome." His voice was cracked and slightly raspy.
We were enveloped by an awkward silence for quite some time.
"My name's Freaky Phil." He rasped. How aptly named he was.

"My name is..." I really hated giving it out. "Lil' Pitts." He tilted his petaled head. I blushed,

"I'm named after my mom." I said quietly.
He nodded. "I'm named after my dad. To some extent"
He smiled and I smiled back. Another silence followed.

In the middle of it he struck a pose. It was just like Drake Redcrest, complete with fireworks and everything.
I began laughing and he smiled wider.

"Chibi taught me that," He said.

That reminded me, I never did find out what was going on in the basement.

"Why do you think Chibi and the Free Rangers went into the basement?" I asked peering cautiously over the edge.

"Maybe we'll find out tomorrow. I'm certainly not going down there." I nodded, it was almost morning anyway. Wait, morning's bad.

"We should get back," I said, "Its almost morning, we can't let the Sandersons see us out here"

"You're right," he agreed, "Will I see you tomorrow?"

I smiled, "You'll see me tomorrow"

He smiled back and waved.

I waved back and headed for Jenny's room.

All near-death experiences should be like this one!

-Author's Notes.
So, my first fic!(that I actually bothered to post!) And its Chibi Robo Why am I the only one writing for this game? There are plenty of pairings to meddle in!
Also, sorry if the spacing seems crazy. o.o I don't know what I was trying to accomplish with the line breaks.

R&R Kind sirs?