Angelina was heading downstairs to get some water, tiptoeing along while humming to a recent hit song from her favorite K-Pop girl band. She was closing in to the kitchen, but stopped herself as she heard something dropped. Like some metal clanged with some boxes dropped, which could mean that happened behind the door not far to the right, which was the garage.
She reactively jittered to that, vibrating from shoulder down to the hips for not being a fan of the garage. Its dampness all around and dust covering the unused stuff there, pretty much her brother's chores that he's also not a fan off. She shrugged it off and went for her glass.
Right after she filled the glass and was about to drink it, she heard some boxes being moved. She quench her thirst first before answering her curiosity. Of what was going on in the damn garage. "Maybe mom's in the garage and need some help..." She muttered as she put her glass on the dining table. She slid open the garage door and couldn't help to throw her head in, which gave a second heads up for the tired robber who was still on the run. A plenty of time enough for the robber to grab this blowpipe he found and take aim, and a split second flash for Angelina to get the direct hit.
Due to the particular nature of this blowpipe, the robber fell unconscious right after he blast his breath to shoot it towards the unsuspecting girl. The girl too dropped to the ground right when she got hit. Both were unconscious for a bit until it was rather the girl who was getting up.
She was stirring and slowly stood up, her sight seemingly blurry as she kept on blinking. Her awakening was rather shocking, full of disbelief as she kept on scanning her surroundings. "What the heck?!" She blurted out, as her gaze finally became clear to see the unconscious robber. "Am I dead?" She then went to the robber's body, shaking it while feeling its pulse. By the time she noticed her own hands, her hazel eyes popped wide open. "How am I this gal?" She asked herself. He couldn't help but confirm if this was true, starting from pinching his dainty arms then took a moment to cup the ample breasts. "That explains the yanking thing." He muttered as he slowly figuring out that the blowpipe actually shot his soul out of his body and into the girl, who he intended to put to sleep.
...... "And that's what happened here, more o' less." Your possessed sister explained herself to you, for noticing her act of feeling herself up so casually in the garage.
"So... you're this robber." You confirmed and 'Angelina' nodded to that, you naturally scratch your head in seeing this wild case before your eyes.
"And my sister? Where is she?" You asked the robber in your sister's body.
"Dunno, likely still here but sleepin'." The robber tapping at his stolen head before gently kicking his real body.
After the robber felt enough to make sure about his own body's condition, he smugly walked and was getting away from the scene.
"H-Hey, you can't just leave!" You stopped the robber before he headed out of the garage.
"Why? I got nothing else to do." The robber raised an eyebrow rhetorically and you wasn't exactly sure what he was getting at.
"Yes, you do... Get out of my sister and find someplace else to hide!" You said it on the face, but he merely smirked at your demands.
He shrugged your hand off of his now shorter body, and was about to head out. When the police siren was heard, he immediately went back to his own body. "Oops, almost forgot, hahah!" The robber said, grabbing the blowpipe off of his fallen body before dropping boxes on top of it.
You merely stood agape as he casually waltz away, "There, problem solved!" He rubbed his hands as he said it.
"Oh, and I guess I'm your sister now, but I'm not a nice guy..." 'Angelina' stopped on her tracks before closing in on you. Her eyes piercing to yours, lips stern, overall looking fierce. "If you tell anyone, especially the police, about this I will break a bone in you..." You couldn't help but shudder to that.
"Got it?" She asked, and you nodded quick.
"Good boy." The robber then went upstairs, rather naturally went to your sister's room.
You could only scratch your head to all this...
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