Rules of Fodder. 2/25.
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Title: Rules of Fodder. Drabbles. 2/25.
Characters: Bruce and Lenny are ugly little monster reptilian demonesque creatures hunting the DWP crew
Pairings: slight mentions of MirAndy, SerEmily…
Word Count: so far… Shortest: 192; Longest: 1807; Total: still writing…
Rating: PG for concepts I guess
Summary: Drabbles based on the 51 Worst Horror Movie Cliches. Created for Dragon Dates: October 2013.
Content Notes: minor character death, it is a horror genre so that’s kind of the point, but I promise not to kill Emily this time.
Beta: jah728 has been my beta goddess as I keep sending her fic nibbles and she sends them back. Yay!!!
Disclaimer: standard disclaimer on my fic community and my LJ page
A/N: I'm really enjoying these, so I hope that you do too.
Rules of Fodder. 2/25.
2. Parents Just Don’t Understand. (487 words)
They had been staking out the townhouse for weeks and Bruce was beginning to lose patience with Lenny-again. It was one thing to have a favorite flavor. It was one thing to obsess over that flavor. However stalking was still illegal in all 50 states. Thankfully, unlike Texas, New York did not still have hanging on the books as a valid form of execution. Then again, death for his kind meant a warm welcome at home in Hell. Bruce shook his head and turned to look at his partner again. He was losing his mind and hoped that the youngster had finally gotten it right this time. If he could just lead 10 Successful Hunts in a row, then Bruce would be free of him. ‘Hope, by God, I live on it.’ He thought to himself as he spared a glance up at the heavens he had left behind so long ago. “What are we doing here again?” He growled toward his partner as they took up position under the back bedroom windows.
Hearing movement inside the room and seeing the light go on, Lenny’s face lit up. He motioned with a fat oozing finger encrusted with dirt and a few old meals to indicate that they were listening in.
The tall, silver haired woman was pacing near the window. Her voice ebbed and flowed with her rotations past the glass. Bruce tilted his head and contemplated what he knew: this woman was a parent as well as a fashionista. He supposed that they were listening for the magic words.
After a big sigh, the woman stopped just above them. “Andrea, they’ve just been behaving so weird lately. The twins must be on drugs.”
Eyes popping wide in their sockets, Bruce looked at Lenny in amazement. The youngster might have been fixated on the older fashionista, but he had recognized a well-protected lady when he saw one. Instead he was falling back on Plan B, which Bruce didn’t even know Lenny was capable of having.
“Twins.” Lenny indicated in a ghastly whisper as he held up his fingers to reinforce the number. “We each get one.”
Bruce nodded his understanding of the significance of the parental declaration practically giving the green light, then he pointed out that pesky detail he had been trying to get Lenny to comprehend in that thick skull of his. “Rules about fodder.” His voice tilted up just enough to make the words a question.
Beaming still, Lenny shook himself into better posture, not that their kind needed it. “Party for their birthday in two months.” Once again he indicated the number with his upraised fingers. Licking his lips, he continued, “At that time all genders, main racial categories, age groups, and flavors will be represented.”
Giving Lenny a hard smack on the shoulder, Bruce couldn’t help the half-grin forming on his face. “Well, that’s going to be a party to remember.”
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Title: Rules of Fodder. Drabbles. 2/25.
Characters: Bruce and Lenny are ugly little monster reptilian demonesque creatures hunting the DWP crew
Pairings: slight mentions of MirAndy, SerEmily…
Word Count: so far… Shortest: 192; Longest: 1807; Total: still writing…
Rating: PG for concepts I guess
Summary: Drabbles based on the 51 Worst Horror Movie Cliches. Created for Dragon Dates: October 2013.
Content Notes: minor character death, it is a horror genre so that’s kind of the point, but I promise not to kill Emily this time.
Beta: jah728 has been my beta goddess as I keep sending her fic nibbles and she sends them back. Yay!!!
Disclaimer: standard disclaimer on my fic community and my LJ page
A/N: I'm really enjoying these, so I hope that you do too.
Rules of Fodder. 2/25.
2. Parents Just Don’t Understand. (487 words)
They had been staking out the townhouse for weeks and Bruce was beginning to lose patience with Lenny-again. It was one thing to have a favorite flavor. It was one thing to obsess over that flavor. However stalking was still illegal in all 50 states. Thankfully, unlike Texas, New York did not still have hanging on the books as a valid form of execution. Then again, death for his kind meant a warm welcome at home in Hell. Bruce shook his head and turned to look at his partner again. He was losing his mind and hoped that the youngster had finally gotten it right this time. If he could just lead 10 Successful Hunts in a row, then Bruce would be free of him. ‘Hope, by God, I live on it.’ He thought to himself as he spared a glance up at the heavens he had left behind so long ago. “What are we doing here again?” He growled toward his partner as they took up position under the back bedroom windows.
Hearing movement inside the room and seeing the light go on, Lenny’s face lit up. He motioned with a fat oozing finger encrusted with dirt and a few old meals to indicate that they were listening in.
The tall, silver haired woman was pacing near the window. Her voice ebbed and flowed with her rotations past the glass. Bruce tilted his head and contemplated what he knew: this woman was a parent as well as a fashionista. He supposed that they were listening for the magic words.
After a big sigh, the woman stopped just above them. “Andrea, they’ve just been behaving so weird lately. The twins must be on drugs.”
Eyes popping wide in their sockets, Bruce looked at Lenny in amazement. The youngster might have been fixated on the older fashionista, but he had recognized a well-protected lady when he saw one. Instead he was falling back on Plan B, which Bruce didn’t even know Lenny was capable of having.
“Twins.” Lenny indicated in a ghastly whisper as he held up his fingers to reinforce the number. “We each get one.”
Bruce nodded his understanding of the significance of the parental declaration practically giving the green light, then he pointed out that pesky detail he had been trying to get Lenny to comprehend in that thick skull of his. “Rules about fodder.” His voice tilted up just enough to make the words a question.
Beaming still, Lenny shook himself into better posture, not that their kind needed it. “Party for their birthday in two months.” Once again he indicated the number with his upraised fingers. Licking his lips, he continued, “At that time all genders, main racial categories, age groups, and flavors will be represented.”
Giving Lenny a hard smack on the shoulder, Bruce couldn’t help the half-grin forming on his face. “Well, that’s going to be a party to remember.”
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