The door to the basement slowly creaked open.
“Hello?” A voice echoed down the dark stairs.
“Come in.” I replied softly and I heard two sets of footsteps coming down.
I took a small sip of my tea. “I’m glad you could join me for this tea party. Take a seat.”
I heard my two fellow failures feeling around for a chair. They each pulled one out and sat down.
“So,” Sophia began, “We’re here about the Sacred Oath of Failure?”
“Oh crap. I forgot to make one up.” I stuttered.
“Fail.” The Red Death murmured.
“Well, that’s what we’re here for,” I replied, “We’re off to a great start.”
“What is this all about, Nemo?” Sophia questioned.
“I don’t know. What should we be about?”
“I think we should be about cheese and fish. And cheesy fish.”
“Oh, not Goldfish,” Deathy interrupted, “I hate them ever since I saw that one erotic comic.”
The room was silent.
It was an awkward silence.
Sophia broke the silence. “Uhh, I made cupcakes!”
The room burst into happy chatter as we ate them, gulping down their delicious juicyness.