Hobo in my basement?

chapter 3

Oh my living cupcakes!!!" I shouted, "How many times have I gone outside and forgotten my jacket?! Well, at least I still have my heavenly treats." I took a big bite of one of the bacon strips that I had managed to smuggle from inside while my sister was feeding my lil bro. That's what she gets for sending me down here. She gets nothing! Ha! And I get double bacon, ha.
"Yuck, disgusting! My mouth is melting!" I say while I spit out the bacon. "What is this monstrosity?" I stare at the bacon now sitting on the ground, "This is...Turkey Bacon? I hate this bacon! It shouldn't be even called bacon. Yuck!"
"Well, I still have a lot left and I don't want it to go to waste so I will take it along to my room." I said while making my way down the stairs and shoving the bacon into my pocket.
*A few minutes later*
"Okay, now that I have the clothes, all I have to do is take it upstairs!" I said as I carried the basket of clothes.
"Ugh," Came a unknown voice from the back room.
"...Okay, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that and continue to the entrance." I said nervously, and slowly started to moved forward once again.
"Ugh..." The noise was much louder this time. It coughed a couple times.
I slowly moved towards the sound. (I know what you're thinking. Shouldn't I just run away with the basket? I would if my IQ was a tad bit higher, which unfortunately it isn't.... so I will proceed with my idiotic ways.)
The closer I got to the hidden backroom the louder the noise got.
I could feel my heart bursting through my chest.
(Me and my conscience fighting: Bold letters = me and Italic letters = conscience)
"I'm so scared."
"Then why don't you stop moving towards the sound?"
"Because I feel like I need to go there."
"I do too, but I'm smart enough to know that will only lead to trouble."
"But I still need to know what's in that room."
I finally got to the first room and steadily proceeded to the back room.
"No stop, don't go any further. I command you to stop!"
My body froze. "What did you do?! I can't move any more. I have to continue! You can't stop me!"
"Ha it seems that your conscience has the upper hand of our body!"
"Wait! What am I doing? Ha letting my no good conscience tell me what to do! And here I thought consciences were supposed to be smart and always correct."
*Mental forcing my conscience into a box and locking it up*
"Ha, in your imaginary face conscience. Now I'm in control." I said out loud.
I peeked into the entrance and looked around, my gaze settling on the far side of the room.
A deep voice coming from the dark corner of the back room groaned,"Ugh...someone...help...me."
I stood frozen at the entrance, shocked to see what I discovered laying on the far side of the room.
*??? Point of view*
I suddenly woke up by the breeze caused by the noisy girl coming down stairs.
I took a big whiff of the air around me, noticing a strong aroma.
(Bold letters: Talking, Italics: Thoughts)
"Ugh."
"Something smells like bacon. Its making me hungry. I guess the noisy girl brought herself a snack. I wonder if she is coming into this room. Well, she did have see me so sooner or later, her curiosity was going to get the best of her."
"Ugh..." I coughed.
"Well, now she's bound to either run up stairs screaming again or come into the room to investigate. I hope it's investigate. She gave me a headache from the last scream."
After a few minutes of silence, I heard a shuffling sound getting closer to the door.
Then it just stopped right before the entrance. All I could make out was a stronger smell of food and mumbles coming from the entrance.
"The food is getting me hungrier. It smells so good," my stomach grumbled, "This just gave me an idea. Why not pretend to be hurt and poor so she can feed me?"
After a minute of hearing the girl talk to herself, I grew impatient and let out a soft husky plead for help.
"Ugh...someone...help...me."
"Oh crap, she's coming in. I have to act hurt."
I then cuddled into the worn up baby blanket I found in the boxes in the corner of the room and put on a poor hobo face. The girl just stood there staring at me. After what felt like a few minutes of her intense glare, I cleared my throat and said the first thing that came to my mind.
"Can you stop glaring at me, please?" I grumbled in a rude tone.