The sound of the door opening took them away from any sort of fear that they held before.
"Quick! Hide!" Jamie whispered, trying to pull her funny-looking friend out of sight to whoever was entering the house. Both tried to slide their way towards any room available to them to evade detection from whoever was entering this room. Both their minds went into a frenzy of who they thought it could be. Jamie pictured it being whoever gave her that mirror. A group of people wanting to repossess her apartment? A gang wanting to change her and Annette for good? A team of terrorists creating a race of super ...clown... nerds... from the remains of human lifeforms, like the Zeroids from Starwarp Battlescars Issue #342, her favourite issue?! ...her favourite issue... of something she never read. She had to think logically, remembering that she wasn't like that before that mirror. Annette was terrified if any person entering this apartment was going to be a clown. Ever since that haunted house visit, it took months to not have constant nightmares of that exact moment, morphing into something that her imagination ran away with, making the nightmares worse and worse over time. The idea that she is turning into her worst fear, and not only that, her family all becoming clowns if they haven't already was her nightmare come true. That said... she did find her Matt to be adorable as a clown... she imagined him being the perfect counteract to her silly performance. She loved being all goofy and silly, like she was born to be a clow- She rocked back and forth. Her mind needed to be clown-free. Her slight whimpers had a hint of giggle but that was all she was letting and even that was tough to handle.
The door closed and the sound of footsteps startled them enough to hide back in the closet. Jamie's new body shape and the height of Annette did not make it easy to stay put.
"Jamie?"
Both of them looked at each other. Annette mouthed out the words "Who is it if they know you?". Jamie's mouthed reply was "I don't know".
"Jamie, are you home? I-I brought those muffins you like, those banana ones that have that center of raspberry jam in them. They were on special, and I knew that would make your day. Plus I got your copy of "Stardriven" off Maddy. She said sorry that she forgot to bring to you sooner. ...where are you?"
Jamie's stomach rumbled. She didn't even know that those muffins ever existed, but... oh god, they sounded so good. The closet was getting stuffy and it wasn't reacting well with Annette's nose.
"Ahhh... Ahhhhh... AHHHH*honk*CHOOOO!"
Both Annette and Jamie tumbled out of the closet, making enough noise to alert whoever was inside. Jamie fell like a sack of potatoes, yet Annette performed several flips, rolls and somersaults before landing perfectly on her feet, hands in the air, big smile on her face, before realizing what she did and panicked again. She felt her nose, and began to sit on the floor rocking back and forth again.
None of them had time to go back and hide before the person spotted them.
"Uuh.... what's going on? Oh, Jamie, there you are! I'm glad that you are here. I was a bit worried there. Who's your friend? She did a fantastic stunt! Here, let me help you"
The person helped her up, gently. His presence felt oddly comforting. "Thankth. I'm thorry, who are you?"
He chuckled a bit "Oh, come off it, Jamie". Her silence to his reply got him to answer it again. "Oh, you're serious... I'm Dexter, Dexter Prince, your boyfriend... Jamie, are you alright?"
Jamie didn't respond, she just helped Annette off the floor.
"Do... do you need something? I-I can get you a drink"
"No, but thank you... um, Dethter?"
"Oh my god, what happened? You truly have forgotten me. Did you hurt yourself?"
Jamie didn't answer. She wanted to see if everyone was okay first. "You okay, Annette?"
She stood up, showing off the strains of blue hair that Jamie and Dexter started to notice, leaving Annette unaware. "Well, I'm definitely not *hyuck* swell *honk honk*. Oh god, it's *hyuck* spreading. I DON'T WANT TO BE A CLOWN *sniff* I DON'T WANNA!"
Even the sounds of her crying sounded goofy to all of them, but they didn't laugh. No one could laugh at that. Her voice and stance looked more dopey. Annette within her mind worried if she was going to lose more of her intelligence to suit the look that the mirror gave her. Dexter helped the both of them to the guest room to help calm her down and to give her a bit of a rest to stabilize herself.