"Hey...Parker?"
"Yo?"
"I kinda want to die."
"Saaame..."
It had been hours since the two sisters started the big attic cleaning, and they were feeling every second of it. Parker was too exhausted to even open her mouth and whine about being exhausted at this point, and Piper was fighting the urge to take out her frustration on all of her Mom's chintzy garbage.
"Least we got...one more thing..." Piper wheezed as she stumbled towards the back of the attic, drenched in so much sweat that her shirt and hair were plastered to her skin. Parker moaned in agony, pounding her head against a sturdy support beam in frustration. "H-hey...chin up sis...nearly done...then pizza..." Parker fumbled about as she turned the heavy box around, trying to see if it had been labeled at all. She craned her neck to get a better look at the other side and-
HISSSSSSS
"AAAAAAGH!"
Piper flung herself back in shock whacking her head on another support beam. Stars popped in front of her eyes as the angry possum hiding behind the box scurried away, slipping out the broken roof window and out of sight. Piper tried to get to her feet, but something creaked overhead and seconds later a big heavy object dropped from the roof, landing squarely on her lady parts.
"Hurrk!" Piper choked, clutching at her nethers as she gently flopped onto her side.
"Holy fuck, Piper," the older sister said as she stumbled over the rafters. "Are you okay?"
Piper looked up at her sister, glaring through tears of pain.
"Okay, stupid question," Parker admitted.
---
A few moments later, and with Parker's assist, the punk teenager was lying on the sofa recuperating from the assault on her ladynads, her legs twisted around her to protect herself from unwanted blows. In the other room, the attic door was slammed shut and Parker reappeared, offering Piper one of the two cans of Pepsi she had on her.
"Thanks for keeping it interesting, I guess," Parker commented.
"Fuck you," Piper mumbled, snatching one of the cans and opening it up with a pressurized hiss.
"Hey, at least we'll still get pizza!" Parker said brightly. Her attitude had improved tremendously, possibly because she felt protective after seeing her curled up in pain for the past few minutes. Piper grunted, the feeling starting to come back to her at the refreshing taste of an ice cold drink. "Right," Parker went on. "So everything's labeled and sorted, except for, like that one last box that I couldn't open."
"Last box?"
"You know, the one that tried to sterilize you?" Parker leaned down to pick up an ornate, carved wooden box and set it on the coffee table. "Like, I wonder where mom got it, I can't seem to open it." Piper reached out to run a hand over it, feeling how warped and ragged the surface was.
"Are you sure this belongs to mom?" Piper asked. "It looks really fucking old..."
"I dunno, she like has a lot of antiques though, doesn't she?"
Piper lifted up her hand, coated in dust and old wood shavings. "If this was an antique it wouldn't be peeling this badly." Turning it over in her hands, she gave it a shake, not hearing anything jostling around. Finding a rusted iron lock built into the side, Piper dug around in her pockets and pulled out a paper clip she was fiddling around with earlier, straightening it and sticking it into the lock on the side of the box.
"Piper that's not gonna-"
"Got it!"
Parker's mouth dropped open a little bit as the lid of the box lifted slightly, the locks popping open with a cheery metal ping. "Since when could you pick locks?"
"Sis, is that really a question you want an answer to?"
"...no, no it isn't," Parker admitted. "Seriously though, what's in this thing?"
Piper carefully opened the old box, its hinges rusting over and decrepit and inside the felt-lined interior was...
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