First two of the prompt responses
These are not in the order prompted, but these wrote themselve practically.
General Information
Rating: General
Disclaimer: Not Mine, for various reasons this is probably a good thing.
Warnings: The second one is a little sad (which I didn't want dang it!)
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deifire's Prompt: Igniter
My name is Marshall Teller and I am rethinking…my stance on whether Simon is my most trusted associate or merely my associate....
Dash X slipped into the lawn chair next to Simon. For a few moments both of them watched Marshall Teller frantically run in and out of the house gathering items and setting them down in the middle of the Tellers' back yard.
"Teller still thinks he's Nikola Tesla?" Dash asked, accepting the Simon's proffered popcorn
.
"Yep. Mr. Radford says it'll wear off before his parent's get back though," Simon swiveled the hidden camcorder to capture Marshall trying to convince a (stolen!) lawn gnome to let go of its fishing rod, "I told him not eat those memory mints from the World o' Stuff to help him study," Simon shrugged with a doleful sigh, "I told him they were expired."
"Huh," Dash nodded, "and you're just gonna let him make a fool of himself?"
"It's the only way he'll learn," Simon intoned, nodding seriously, but there was just a hint of mischief in his eyes that told Dash that perhaps he should reconsider which one of dynamic dweebish duo he should really keep an eye on.
"Uhm, should we stop him...?" Dash pointed.
Marshall was dragging the Tellers' gas grill from its pride of place on the Tellers' small patio.
"Don't worry," Simon chirped, making sure the camcorder was properly focused, "I removed the igniter and swapped out the gas canister for an empty one."
Yeah, Dash was definitely reconsidering.
...And that's how I ended up on Eerie's Funniest Home Videos.
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lipstickcat's prompt can be found here.: Dash The Ferret
Simon tried to get Marshall to stay, but Mars was still, understandably, angry with Dash over trying to write Marshall out of his own life. And that left Simon alone with a gray/white ferret that was fighting its way out of a pile of clothing squeaking in distress and once it was free of the clothes shivering in fear, staring up at Simon with desperate eyes.
“All right, come here,” Simon said quietly, kneeling down and letting the ferret formerly known as Dash X climb up to his shoulders, “he’ll come around,” he comforted the fuzzy creature scritching it between its ears, “we’ll fix it.”
~*~
Marshall did come around about three days later. The combined force of Simon’s puppy-dog eyes and the utterly pathetic fuzzy cuteness of Dash the ferret causing him to crack rather spectacularly while drinking a milkshake at the World O’ Stuff.
Unfortunately that was twenty-four hours too late. The witch’s spell had to be reversed within forty-eight hours of being cast.
~*~
“I’ll take care of you,” Simon promised the miserable curled up ball of ferret amidst the smoky remains of the witch’s garage.
“We’ll both take of you,” Marshall said guiltily, tentatively reaching out to pat Dash. That was the plan, what actually happened was Dash hissed and then bit the tip of Marshall’s index finger. He scurried up to Simon’s shoulders and hid himself in the folds of Simon’s hooded sweatshirt. The distressed squeaking was heart-rending to hear, if you could hear them over Marshall’s ranting.
~*~
Eventually everything calmed down and Dash the ferret became part of the Eerie’s commonplace weirdness. Most of the time he draped himself boneless around Simon’s neck and Simon became known as ‘That Weird Kid With The Ferret.’ (After Marshall went away to college, Simon experienced a growth spurt that changed that to ‘The Hot Guy/Nice Young Man With The Cute Ferret’; funny what some height and few muscles will do.) And Simon was taken on as an apprentice/successor by Mr. Radford, in due time changing his last name to Radford. After all a Radford always ran the World O’ Stuff, always.
Ferrets, however, don’t live as long as humans, although he lived for sixteen more years, Dash died in his sleep in the little nest of blankets and pillows Simon kept on the corner of his bed. Simon buried him in a tiny casket with his favorite blanket in the Radford family plot in Eerie’s cemetery next to the place Simon too would one day rest.
It took a while for Simon to come up with an appropriate epitaph for the tombstone. Discarding some suggestions as callous (May he find his answers in the hereafter), some as impersonal (Dash X, requiescat in pace) and went with the hopeless sentimental:
Dash X
My Friend.
He Was Loved.
He Will Be Missed.
A sentiment which even Marshall admitted was more than most people could hope for.
~*~
I'm still open to more prompts btw; I've been depressed lately and writing always helps.
General Information
Rating: General
Disclaimer: Not Mine, for various reasons this is probably a good thing.
Warnings: The second one is a little sad (which I didn't want dang it!)
~*~
deifire's Prompt: Igniter
My name is Marshall Teller and I am rethinking…my stance on whether Simon is my most trusted associate or merely my associate....
Dash X slipped into the lawn chair next to Simon. For a few moments both of them watched Marshall Teller frantically run in and out of the house gathering items and setting them down in the middle of the Tellers' back yard.
"Teller still thinks he's Nikola Tesla?" Dash asked, accepting the Simon's proffered popcorn
.
"Yep. Mr. Radford says it'll wear off before his parent's get back though," Simon swiveled the hidden camcorder to capture Marshall trying to convince a (stolen!) lawn gnome to let go of its fishing rod, "I told him not eat those memory mints from the World o' Stuff to help him study," Simon shrugged with a doleful sigh, "I told him they were expired."
"Huh," Dash nodded, "and you're just gonna let him make a fool of himself?"
"It's the only way he'll learn," Simon intoned, nodding seriously, but there was just a hint of mischief in his eyes that told Dash that perhaps he should reconsider which one of dynamic dweebish duo he should really keep an eye on.
"Uhm, should we stop him...?" Dash pointed.
Marshall was dragging the Tellers' gas grill from its pride of place on the Tellers' small patio.
"Don't worry," Simon chirped, making sure the camcorder was properly focused, "I removed the igniter and swapped out the gas canister for an empty one."
Yeah, Dash was definitely reconsidering.
...And that's how I ended up on Eerie's Funniest Home Videos.
~*~
lipstickcat's prompt can be found here.: Dash The Ferret
Simon tried to get Marshall to stay, but Mars was still, understandably, angry with Dash over trying to write Marshall out of his own life. And that left Simon alone with a gray/white ferret that was fighting its way out of a pile of clothing squeaking in distress and once it was free of the clothes shivering in fear, staring up at Simon with desperate eyes.
“All right, come here,” Simon said quietly, kneeling down and letting the ferret formerly known as Dash X climb up to his shoulders, “he’ll come around,” he comforted the fuzzy creature scritching it between its ears, “we’ll fix it.”
~*~
Marshall did come around about three days later. The combined force of Simon’s puppy-dog eyes and the utterly pathetic fuzzy cuteness of Dash the ferret causing him to crack rather spectacularly while drinking a milkshake at the World O’ Stuff.
Unfortunately that was twenty-four hours too late. The witch’s spell had to be reversed within forty-eight hours of being cast.
~*~
“I’ll take care of you,” Simon promised the miserable curled up ball of ferret amidst the smoky remains of the witch’s garage.
“We’ll both take of you,” Marshall said guiltily, tentatively reaching out to pat Dash. That was the plan, what actually happened was Dash hissed and then bit the tip of Marshall’s index finger. He scurried up to Simon’s shoulders and hid himself in the folds of Simon’s hooded sweatshirt. The distressed squeaking was heart-rending to hear, if you could hear them over Marshall’s ranting.
~*~
Eventually everything calmed down and Dash the ferret became part of the Eerie’s commonplace weirdness. Most of the time he draped himself boneless around Simon’s neck and Simon became known as ‘That Weird Kid With The Ferret.’ (After Marshall went away to college, Simon experienced a growth spurt that changed that to ‘The Hot Guy/Nice Young Man With The Cute Ferret’; funny what some height and few muscles will do.) And Simon was taken on as an apprentice/successor by Mr. Radford, in due time changing his last name to Radford. After all a Radford always ran the World O’ Stuff, always.
Ferrets, however, don’t live as long as humans, although he lived for sixteen more years, Dash died in his sleep in the little nest of blankets and pillows Simon kept on the corner of his bed. Simon buried him in a tiny casket with his favorite blanket in the Radford family plot in Eerie’s cemetery next to the place Simon too would one day rest.
It took a while for Simon to come up with an appropriate epitaph for the tombstone. Discarding some suggestions as callous (May he find his answers in the hereafter), some as impersonal (Dash X, requiescat in pace) and went with the hopeless sentimental:
Dash X
My Friend.
He Was Loved.
He Will Be Missed.
A sentiment which even Marshall admitted was more than most people could hope for.
~*~
I'm still open to more prompts btw; I've been depressed lately and writing always helps.