Gift!Fic for Timid: For the Children
Title: For the Children
Summary: Insano's thoughts on the 2010 donation drive are not exactly complimentary. Snippets from his point of view.
Characters/Pairings: All the guys and gals at the donation drive implied, but only Spoony, Linkara, Insano and SOI make actual appearances. No real pairings.
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Insano's views do not necessarily reflect my own. XD Also I tried to write this in chronological order, but there may be a few things I couldn't find the exact time of occurance on the wiki, and I sadly do not have the time to watch the whole drive over again, alas. Gift!fic for timidfox , with the prompt: maybe a small fic about insano sulking to whoever about not being invited to the TGWTG drive this year, maybe even commenting on it.
I hope you like it, dear! :)
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Doctor Insano was more than a little irate as he flopped down in the computer chair. It was a very comfortable sort of computer chair and belonged to Spoony, but the scientist had no qualms using it this time because that stupid gamer wasn’t here to protest it. No, instead Spoony had flown over to Chicago, of all places, to meet up with his weird group of friends, and all without inviting Insano.
“‘It’s for the children!’” Insano scoffed, mimicking the gamer’s claims. He snorted. “Yeah, right. They’re just going to live stream themselves partying and everyone knows it-- what kind of people want to watch that, anyway? Stupid fangirls.”
His son cheerfully nudged the popcorn bowl closer to the chair so they wouldn’t have to reach (or, in the pink ball’s case, bounce) far for a snack, and hopped on his father’s lap. “Riki-tee!” He trilled.
Insano sighed. “Ready to see Uncle Spoony acting like a complete fool, Son?”
“Riki!”
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When the stream finally began (and it was late! They weren’t going to sit around here waiting forever!), Son of Insano was overjoyed to see what he thought was his Uncle Spoony. His father, however, recognized the outfit and leering grin that the gamer did not wear but was the trademark of another member of the household, and clapped a hand over his Son’s eyes.
“I gotta lot of special guests here for this live pay-per-view sex celebration. And I can promise you as the money rolls the in the clothes will roll off. Oh yeah …” Spooning With Spoony purred.
Oh, god.
“Riki-tee?”
“YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THAT YET.”
The half of him that wasn’t busy trying to stop his Son from squirming out of the way and seeing the screen smirked victoriously. Serves them right for not inviting me! He thought, growing all the more gleeful as each reviewer stumbled onscreen looking progressively more traumatized. (Well, except for Bennett, but that was to be expected.)
Ah, schadenfreude was a wonderful thing.
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One of the first videos was, of course, his arch nemesis’. Insano scowled darkly at the screen as the episode played, trying to ignore Son of Insano’s delighted trilling at the rhyming. The pink ball’s bedtime reading choice for Insano would undoubtedly be Dr. Seuss for the next two months. Great.
Thanks a lot, Linkara.
Maybe he could put a “take over the world” spin on Oh, the Places You’ll Go!
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The scientist knew exactly whom he could blame for the existence of the stream: the donators. Spoony and his pals were all too happy to rattle off the names and general locations of the biggest ones, and Insano carefully noted them down for later revenge. When the reviewers weren’t calling someone else, they were taking whatever random questions people had to ask.
Insano briefly considered calling in just to pester them, but decided against it. The lines were filled with the fangirls, apparently.
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Insano barely had time to properly cackle when Spoony let slip that he would review Final Fantasy X-2 (really? Oh, god, that was going to be hilarious! Perhaps Insano ought to set up a few more cameras to ensure that he captured all of the gamer’s suffering) when they faded to another video. This time it starred a character whose inappropriateness matched that of Spooning With Spoony.
“Hello, and welcome, to Ask That Guy With The Glasses--”
“OKAY TIME FOR BED SON.” The scientist said loudly, hastily standing up and carrying his son out of the room.
It wasn’t until two full Dr. Suess books later (as predicted, and he’d have trouble not-rhyming for weeks, argh) that Insano returned to the computer room. He’d missed the Ask That Guy video (and the part of him that needed to sleep soundly was quite thankful for that), and now Spoony was introducing a new show. Deadliest Character, hm?
“I guess we know what the idiot was working so hard on over the past month,” he muttered, settling back in the chair.
MechaGodzilla Vs Megazord? Seriously?
And of course there was more Linkara. Hmph.
After the video, as the reviewers began arguing over who should have won, Insano found himself siding with Linkara, damn him. It was just because there was a larger percentage of science on the Megazord. Really.
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“And now for a live Brad Tries!”
Insano couldn’t stop himself from sniggering at the many innuendos that followed everyone partaking of the Snob’s Bawls, but he’d never claimed to be mature. It was a bit hard to keep the laughing quiet and not wake up his Son, though.
“Oh, I get it now!”
Aaaand there went his new Red Bull all over the screen.
Frantically cleaning up an energy drink off a computer screen while laughing helplessly is even harder than it sounds.
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Insano stared at the (now dry) screen in bewilderment as Bhargav went on about Alice In Wonderland.
“Note to self: don’t have coffee with that guy,” he mutterd, “unless you’d like your mind fucked.”
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“Okay, this is downright insulting.”
More technical difficulties? Tch! If they’d invited him there, he would have been able to fix the problems even quicker! Or they never would have happened in the first place, because science loved him. Nooo, instead they’d hired a bunch of bums to handle their tech--
Wait a sec.
“They flew Spencer in but not me?!”
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“Foolish reviewers,” Insano shook his head at the screen. The reivewers in question were currently arguing rather passionately about the Borg versus the Daleks. “Don’t you see that either way, science wins?”
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“Of course they’re not answering your calls,” Insano commented as the reviewers left yet another message on an answering machine. “It’s very late for most of the world! My Son’s been in bed for hours!”
And okay, he probably should head that way sometime soon, but he’d been awake for a full 24 hours already. “Might as well make it an even 30,” he mumbled, downing some more Red Bull.
Though, really, the sudden arrival of Santa Christ did more to wake him up.
“SANTA CHRIST is there, and I’m not?!”
They were all so getting an earful (and possibly a threat of dissection) when they came back.
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Despite the large amount of caffeine and popcorn he’d consumed for the past several hours, Insano dozed off just after Spoony’s Highlander review began. Not even the gamer’s spirited riffing (and clear mental torture) could make such a monstrosity bearable to the scientist’s sleep-deprived brain. The next thing he knew, one of his cheeks was on the keyboard (augh, not Keyboard Face again) and a blurry pink blob was tugging something toward him.
Insano rubbed the sleep out of his eyes from under his goggles and checked that last fact again. His Son was determinedly tugging a blanket toward his father, and failing. The muffled squeaks and “Riki-tees!” were bemoaning the fact that he was so small.
Insano sighed fondly and gathered up both ball of a Son and blanket, sparing a quick glance toward the screen. The stream was ending at a proud forty-two thousand, apparently. Spoony and his friends looked as tired as Insano felt, if not more because they hadn’t caught the couple-hour nap.
The scientist yawned, his Son echoing the sleepy sound, and headed to bed. Eh, taking over the world could wait another day. For the children.
Summary: Insano's thoughts on the 2010 donation drive are not exactly complimentary. Snippets from his point of view.
Characters/Pairings: All the guys and gals at the donation drive implied, but only Spoony, Linkara, Insano and SOI make actual appearances. No real pairings.
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Insano's views do not necessarily reflect my own. XD Also I tried to write this in chronological order, but there may be a few things I couldn't find the exact time of occurance on the wiki, and I sadly do not have the time to watch the whole drive over again, alas. Gift!fic for timidfox , with the prompt: maybe a small fic about insano sulking to whoever about not being invited to the TGWTG drive this year, maybe even commenting on it.
I hope you like it, dear! :)
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Doctor Insano was more than a little irate as he flopped down in the computer chair. It was a very comfortable sort of computer chair and belonged to Spoony, but the scientist had no qualms using it this time because that stupid gamer wasn’t here to protest it. No, instead Spoony had flown over to Chicago, of all places, to meet up with his weird group of friends, and all without inviting Insano.
“‘It’s for the children!’” Insano scoffed, mimicking the gamer’s claims. He snorted. “Yeah, right. They’re just going to live stream themselves partying and everyone knows it-- what kind of people want to watch that, anyway? Stupid fangirls.”
His son cheerfully nudged the popcorn bowl closer to the chair so they wouldn’t have to reach (or, in the pink ball’s case, bounce) far for a snack, and hopped on his father’s lap. “Riki-tee!” He trilled.
Insano sighed. “Ready to see Uncle Spoony acting like a complete fool, Son?”
“Riki!”
----
When the stream finally began (and it was late! They weren’t going to sit around here waiting forever!), Son of Insano was overjoyed to see what he thought was his Uncle Spoony. His father, however, recognized the outfit and leering grin that the gamer did not wear but was the trademark of another member of the household, and clapped a hand over his Son’s eyes.
“I gotta lot of special guests here for this live pay-per-view sex celebration. And I can promise you as the money rolls the in the clothes will roll off. Oh yeah …” Spooning With Spoony purred.
Oh, god.
“Riki-tee?”
“YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THAT YET.”
The half of him that wasn’t busy trying to stop his Son from squirming out of the way and seeing the screen smirked victoriously. Serves them right for not inviting me! He thought, growing all the more gleeful as each reviewer stumbled onscreen looking progressively more traumatized. (Well, except for Bennett, but that was to be expected.)
Ah, schadenfreude was a wonderful thing.
---
One of the first videos was, of course, his arch nemesis’. Insano scowled darkly at the screen as the episode played, trying to ignore Son of Insano’s delighted trilling at the rhyming. The pink ball’s bedtime reading choice for Insano would undoubtedly be Dr. Seuss for the next two months. Great.
Thanks a lot, Linkara.
Maybe he could put a “take over the world” spin on Oh, the Places You’ll Go!
---
The scientist knew exactly whom he could blame for the existence of the stream: the donators. Spoony and his pals were all too happy to rattle off the names and general locations of the biggest ones, and Insano carefully noted them down for later revenge. When the reviewers weren’t calling someone else, they were taking whatever random questions people had to ask.
Insano briefly considered calling in just to pester them, but decided against it. The lines were filled with the fangirls, apparently.
---
Insano barely had time to properly cackle when Spoony let slip that he would review Final Fantasy X-2 (really? Oh, god, that was going to be hilarious! Perhaps Insano ought to set up a few more cameras to ensure that he captured all of the gamer’s suffering) when they faded to another video. This time it starred a character whose inappropriateness matched that of Spooning With Spoony.
“Hello, and welcome, to Ask That Guy With The Glasses--”
“OKAY TIME FOR BED SON.” The scientist said loudly, hastily standing up and carrying his son out of the room.
It wasn’t until two full Dr. Suess books later (as predicted, and he’d have trouble not-rhyming for weeks, argh) that Insano returned to the computer room. He’d missed the Ask That Guy video (and the part of him that needed to sleep soundly was quite thankful for that), and now Spoony was introducing a new show. Deadliest Character, hm?
“I guess we know what the idiot was working so hard on over the past month,” he muttered, settling back in the chair.
MechaGodzilla Vs Megazord? Seriously?
And of course there was more Linkara. Hmph.
After the video, as the reviewers began arguing over who should have won, Insano found himself siding with Linkara, damn him. It was just because there was a larger percentage of science on the Megazord. Really.
---
“And now for a live Brad Tries!”
Insano couldn’t stop himself from sniggering at the many innuendos that followed everyone partaking of the Snob’s Bawls, but he’d never claimed to be mature. It was a bit hard to keep the laughing quiet and not wake up his Son, though.
“Oh, I get it now!”
Aaaand there went his new Red Bull all over the screen.
Frantically cleaning up an energy drink off a computer screen while laughing helplessly is even harder than it sounds.
---
Insano stared at the (now dry) screen in bewilderment as Bhargav went on about Alice In Wonderland.
“Note to self: don’t have coffee with that guy,” he mutterd, “unless you’d like your mind fucked.”
---
“Okay, this is downright insulting.”
More technical difficulties? Tch! If they’d invited him there, he would have been able to fix the problems even quicker! Or they never would have happened in the first place, because science loved him. Nooo, instead they’d hired a bunch of bums to handle their tech--
Wait a sec.
“They flew Spencer in but not me?!”
---
“Foolish reviewers,” Insano shook his head at the screen. The reivewers in question were currently arguing rather passionately about the Borg versus the Daleks. “Don’t you see that either way, science wins?”
---
“Of course they’re not answering your calls,” Insano commented as the reviewers left yet another message on an answering machine. “It’s very late for most of the world! My Son’s been in bed for hours!”
And okay, he probably should head that way sometime soon, but he’d been awake for a full 24 hours already. “Might as well make it an even 30,” he mumbled, downing some more Red Bull.
Though, really, the sudden arrival of Santa Christ did more to wake him up.
“SANTA CHRIST is there, and I’m not?!”
They were all so getting an earful (and possibly a threat of dissection) when they came back.
---
Despite the large amount of caffeine and popcorn he’d consumed for the past several hours, Insano dozed off just after Spoony’s Highlander review began. Not even the gamer’s spirited riffing (and clear mental torture) could make such a monstrosity bearable to the scientist’s sleep-deprived brain. The next thing he knew, one of his cheeks was on the keyboard (augh, not Keyboard Face again) and a blurry pink blob was tugging something toward him.
Insano rubbed the sleep out of his eyes from under his goggles and checked that last fact again. His Son was determinedly tugging a blanket toward his father, and failing. The muffled squeaks and “Riki-tees!” were bemoaning the fact that he was so small.
Insano sighed fondly and gathered up both ball of a Son and blanket, sparing a quick glance toward the screen. The stream was ending at a proud forty-two thousand, apparently. Spoony and his friends looked as tired as Insano felt, if not more because they hadn’t caught the couple-hour nap.
The scientist yawned, his Son echoing the sleepy sound, and headed to bed. Eh, taking over the world could wait another day. For the children.