(This story is very silly)
Daniel Strawpoll was, by most accounts, not a remarkable or unusual individual. He lived an average life in an average home in an average neighborhood, and that was generally how he liked it. If he had a unique strength or skill, it was in discernment and judgement: he considered himself to be an expert judge on things, able to make fair decisions based on all the evidence he was given. It was because of this vaunted power of prudence that he became alarmed when he heard the doorbell start to ring.
The doorbell ringing was not unusual, of course. He wasn't expecting company really, but that didn't mean someone couldn't be coming by, perhaps to visit or sell him something. No, what made the doorbell ringing such a concern is WHERE it was ringing, or rather where the sound was coming FROM. Because when the doorbell started to ring, he went to the front door and realized the sound was not coming from the doorbell at all. No, the sound of the doorbell was coming from further inside the house. The sound of the doorbell was coming from the master bedroom.
'This is highly unusual', Daniel thought to himself. He was usually a good judge of such matters, and his judgement told him that yes - it was very unusual for the sound of the doorbell to come from anywhere but the front door, which is where the doorbell was. This concerned him greatly, and for a moment he was seized with an irrational desire to completely ignore the sound of the gentle ringing. But it continued, with such urgency that it was like impatient fingers were jamming the buzzer repeatedly. The kind of guest Daniel would normally have wryly told off once he got to the front door. Except of course he was already at the front door, and there was nobody there to tell off.
Wrestling with the strange anxiety of the situation, Daniel walked to his bedroom and leaned inside, peering warily around the doorframe. Sure enough, the ringing of the bell was louder now, and seemed to be coming from the confines of his bedrooms walk in closet. This was wholly improbable, if not impossible. "What the absolute fuck," Daniel whispered, not usually one to swear but reasonably sure this situation called for fuck. It was a prophetic assumption.
The ringing continued for several minutes as Daniel stood, frozen, staring at his closet door with a mixture of fear and concern. He hoped that maybe it would just stop if he didn't answer, but the doorbell kept on ringing, each time that it seemed to lull it became renewed by whatever incessant jabbing finger was, presumably by some method of transposition, ringing his buzzer from inside the closet. "Ok, christ, fine!" he eventually shouted after growing impatience overcame his fear and confusion. He marched over to the door and grabbed hold of the handle. "Who the hell is i-" he began to ask - feeling foolish as he did - as he pulled the closet door open, but he did not get the chance to finish. As he pulled the closet door open, there was a loud BANG and the doors flung open, sending him stumbling back in surprise to fall down onto his ass by the side of his bed as smoke poured into the room.
Out of the smoke billowing from the closet gracefully pranced two figures. They were small, perhaps not more than three and a half foot tall, and their silhouettes were decidedly feminine. Short with exaggerated hourglass curves, clad in frilly dresses with scalloped hems, and long thin whips tipped with spades trailing behind them that Daniel eventually realized were tails. The pair of imps pranced out of the smoke, giggling delightedly as they entered the room. One was rosey in hue, almost pastel, with shining red lips and bright red eyes, her hair swirled up into a bun on top of her head. The other had nutty brown skin, with contrasting apple green lipstick and eyes, her own hair a slightly darker shade of brown glossy and straight cut into a square banged hime cut that framed her face. They held each other's hands and tittered excitedly, bowing low, their breasts bulging inside their lace up blouses wobbling as they did.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" shouted Daniel, admittedly somewhat rudely but now extremely alarmed. He grabbed onto the edge of his bed and scrambled shakily to his feet, staring at the pair of intruders in wide eyed fear.
"Hello~!" they sang in unison, bobbing for a bow once more. "I'm Cupcake!" announced the pink imp, waving her free hand hello. "I'm Muffin!" said the brown one, waving with equal excitement. "We're the Tiny Cake Twins!" they cried out together, clapping hands together.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" demanded Daniel, scrambling for his phone.
"Silly, we just told you that," chimed Cupcake, covering her mouth and giggling. Muffin rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?!" Daniel screamed, frantically trying to dial 911.
"We came - to ask you a question!" announced Muffin, placing her hands on her hips.
"A very important question!" echoed Cupcake, clapping her hands together excitedly.
"We came to ask you - which one of us is better! Muffin or Cupcake!?" Muffin continued, as Daniel fumbled with his cell.
"Emergency call, Emergency call! Fucking Google!" Daniel snarled as he fat fingered the touchscreen.