Challenge Result.

about 950 words 550 shy of where I wanted - this is a very rough idea just riffing off a different definition of hash brownie.... I'll give myself more time to complete teh challenges in the future.

Hash Brownies - Writing Challenge by Richard D. Asplund Jr.

Eric looked in the box for the twenty-seventh time, the hash brownies were still there. Not the kind of hash brownies he thought he was buying, but rather four diminutive beings about the size of a child’s doll stoned out their fucking gourds. His first attempt to buy drugs and all he had to show for it were four creatures that would more than likely try to hump his little sister’s Barbie dolls when he got home.
Eric put the box of giggling faeries on his bedside table wondering what to do next. The brownies seemed to be sobering up, they weren't laughing as much and every few minutes Eric was able to make out hushed whispers that were muffled by the box. Eric tapped on the box. The lid lifted a little two glowing red demonic eyes peered out. "You the new master?" the voice was almost painfully high.
Eric flinched. "Master?"
The eyes looked over it's shoulder. "Apparetnly another not so bright one," the tiny voice spoke to the others. Turning back to Eric the brownie pushed the lid further open so he could see the little creatures face. She looked almost like a tiny doll. "Master, owner, one we serve."
"Look lady I was just trying to buy some pot and got you I have no clue what the hell is going on."
"My name is Myrii. The master sold us to you, therefore you are the new master. You feed us and we help you."
Eric's jaw dropped. "Help me how?"
"We clean, we repair, we help." Came a slightly lower yet still impossibly high voice from inside the box. The second voice still sounded like someone had kicked Mickey Mouse square in the junk.
Eric reached for the lid to get a better look at the one who was speaking. The brownies cried out together, "NO!!" Eric Flinched back again.
"Master," Myrii said. "the light is too bright. It burns our eyes. We cannot come out of the box until it is dimmed or we will be blinded."
"Sorry." Eric flipped off the overhead light and turned on his lava lamp. "Is that better or still too bright?"
"We can bear that light." Myrii climbed out of the box, followed by three males. "These are my brothers Dulli and Synj, and this is our Uncle Duurs."
Duurs bowed before Eric. "Master we serve." Duurs was the one that sounded like castrated Mickey. He snapped something in a language that sounded almost like whind chimes in a gentle breeze, and the younger brownies bowed to Eric as well.
"Dulli, Synj Speak not the language of the humans. Sometimes I wonder if my sister coupled with a Boggan when they were conceived. They can understand you words but cannot speak them."
Eric studied the little figures. They knealt before him dressed in tiny rags. "You guys are the size of my little sister's toys. I can find you more comfortable clothes if you want."
Duurs looked offended. "Master wishes us to go?"
"Only if you want to leave. I do not want to keep you against your will."
"We exist to serve a brownie that does not serve is nothing and we will fade away." Myrii tried to hold back tears. "Mother was given clothes and was forced to leave."
Eric stared at the timy people. "I hope you guys survive longer than the hamster. What do you guys need from me? I need to hook you guys up with something if you are going to help me out."
Duurs answered. "Food, and a dark place to sleep where we will be safe from the bright."
"What do you guys eat and how much?"

Eric ran most of the way home from school. It was hard not talking about the brownies. The rest of the kids already thought he was strange, this would have damned him as a freak for sure. Something was off when he walked in the front door. His dad was at the bottom of the stairs waiting for him.
"Okay boy what's up?"
"Nothing much pops... Something wrong?"
"You tell me. Your ma isn't feeling well so I decided to take the laundry down for her. You want to tell me what the hell is going on in your room?"
Eric's jaw dropped. Did he find the brownies? "Uh..."
"What do you want? Your room has not been that clean since we moved in here. You only clean your shit up when you want something, and you have gone way far beyond the normal I want to borrow the car and twenty bucks to go to the comic shop."
"Well I figured that you guys were sick of yelling at me to clean my room almost as much as I was of hearing it?"
"Thanks Eric. I know this move was not easy for you."
Eric raced up to his room. Soon as he closed the door he killed the light, turned on the lava lamp and pried up the board under his bed. The four faeries looked up at him groggily from their beds he made for them. "You guys worked a miracle in here. Holy crap thank you. I cannot sneak you guys any alcohol but I managed to find you some jerky and couple of snack cakes." Eric placed the food in the corner of the small space for the brownies. He slipped some furniture form his sister's Care Bears playset that was gathering dust in the attic to try and make the space more homie for them. "Umm I don't mean to be crass here but do I need to clean up after you? You are too small to use our toilets?"