“Are you sure you washed us out properly? I swear I can still feel soap bubbles in my cavity!” Emily frets.
“I tickles” Steph adds grinning.
“You're imagining it, you could'nt be any cleaner” you grumble at her. Three times Steph had made you wash their heads out, each time complaining that she still felt sticky.
You make your way slowly back into the sitting room where you left the girls brains in their shoe box. Steph on the left, Emily on the right you remind yourself.
During the girls earlier fight over what channel they should be watching the TV remote had gotten knocked off the table and across the room. It was a custom design specifically for you Sister and cost your Mum and Dad a small fortune to have it made. Its most surprising feature by far was its weight. It had to be heavy or else Steph would just end up pushing it away from her with her tongue every time she tried to change channel. So when you kicked it when you re-entered the front room it hurt…it hurt a lot.
“Argh!” You screamed hopping up and down on one leg and trying to clutch your injured toe whilst juggling Steph and Emily’s heads.
“Whats happening!?!” Steph screamed alarmed.
“Wee!” Emily contributed.
You slip on a stray couch cushion and fall, landing on the coffee table in the centre of the room. The legs on the table cannot bear the weight of you and so unsurprisingly it collapses under you, sending the shoebox contained the girl’s consciousnesses flying.
One brain flies across the room and hits the sitting room window with a wet splat. Slowly sliding down it leaves a wet trail on your mum’s net curtains.
The other brain lands on the carpet with a light *flump* and rolls under the couch, stray hairs and fluff sticking to it.
All three of you groan.
“You moron!” Emily yells after a minute “Now we don’t know whos who!”
“We can work this out…” you hope hopefully. You reach under the couch and fish out the dirty brain. You dust it down, picking of as much of the fluff as you can and do your best at blowing away the dust. “Who do you think it is?” You ask holding it up.
“I bet its mine.” Steph huffs angrily “It would be just my luck. Look at it! Its filthy” She gives a surprisingly able shudder at the thought.
“Right ho!”
“No! Hang o-“
You drop the brain into Steph’s empty cranium and it settles comfortably in the vacant space. Steph blinks slowly for a few seconds before a grin splits her face.
“Hey I got it right” You cheers proudly, congratulating yourself.
“Oh no you didn’t!” Stephs head chirps happily. “I’m Emily”
“Aww fuck.” You fall back onto the couch, your head in your hands. “She’s gonna kill me.”
“This is SO cool! Why haven’t we tried anything like this before?” You don’t dignify Emily with an answer you just stare unhappily between Emily’s now drooling unresponsive head and
Steph’s brain which is sitting quietly in a patch of sun on the window sill.
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