FAKE Triple Drabble: Into The Darkness
Title: Into The Darkness
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Dee is not happy about where his and Ryo’s investigations are leading them.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Cellar’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
“I hate cellars,” Dee grumbled, following his lover down the unlit concrete steps into the gloom below.
“Really?” Ryo resisted the urge to turn and look at his partner, keeping his eyes on whatever might be ahead. “I’ve always thought having a cellar would be great. All that space for storage, or a workroom, laundry room, a home gym. There are just so many possibilities.”
Dee snorted. “Cold, dark, creepy, usually damp…” He trailed off, shaking his head even though Ryo wouldn’t see. “Even if I lived someplace with a cellar, I wouldn’t go down there. Never know what you might find. The basement laundry room in my building’s bad enough. Half the lights don’t work, and the ones that do, flicker. And there’s always a faint scent of mildew, even over all the laundry detergent.”
“Proper ventilation and damp-proofing, along with more efficient light fittings and heating, would take care of all that.”
“Maybe, but it wouldn’t change the fact that cellars are creepy as fuck. Some of the worst experiences I’ve had on the job have been in cellars. There was that time when I fell through a rotten floor and got trapped with hundreds of snakes, the whole boogeyman thing with the blood trail leadin’ into the cellar and just stoppin’… You know when those houses were demolished, they found the remains of the kid’s missin’ parents buried below the floor? The concrete hadn’t been touched, no one could’a buried them there, and then the other skeleton found with them disappeared.” Dee shuddered. “Nope, cellars are no place I ever wanna be.”
“So why are you following me into this one?”
“You’re my partner, I gotta watch your back, right? Part of the job. Just hope we don’t find another skeleton. If we do, I’m outta here.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Dee is not happy about where his and Ryo’s investigations are leading them.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Cellar’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
“I hate cellars,” Dee grumbled, following his lover down the unlit concrete steps into the gloom below.
“Really?” Ryo resisted the urge to turn and look at his partner, keeping his eyes on whatever might be ahead. “I’ve always thought having a cellar would be great. All that space for storage, or a workroom, laundry room, a home gym. There are just so many possibilities.”
Dee snorted. “Cold, dark, creepy, usually damp…” He trailed off, shaking his head even though Ryo wouldn’t see. “Even if I lived someplace with a cellar, I wouldn’t go down there. Never know what you might find. The basement laundry room in my building’s bad enough. Half the lights don’t work, and the ones that do, flicker. And there’s always a faint scent of mildew, even over all the laundry detergent.”
“Proper ventilation and damp-proofing, along with more efficient light fittings and heating, would take care of all that.”
“Maybe, but it wouldn’t change the fact that cellars are creepy as fuck. Some of the worst experiences I’ve had on the job have been in cellars. There was that time when I fell through a rotten floor and got trapped with hundreds of snakes, the whole boogeyman thing with the blood trail leadin’ into the cellar and just stoppin’… You know when those houses were demolished, they found the remains of the kid’s missin’ parents buried below the floor? The concrete hadn’t been touched, no one could’a buried them there, and then the other skeleton found with them disappeared.” Dee shuddered. “Nope, cellars are no place I ever wanna be.”
“So why are you following me into this one?”
“You’re my partner, I gotta watch your back, right? Part of the job. Just hope we don’t find another skeleton. If we do, I’m outta here.”
The End