Fic: Hell Is Other People (TGWTG, Phelous & Lupa)
Title: Hell Is Other People...And Everything Else Too
Fandom: The Guy With The Glasses RPF
Characters: Phelous, Obscurus Lupa
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Timeline: Set back when Todd was still pursuing Lupa.
Summary: Phelous' days usually start bad and end worse. Today is no different.
The knocking on the front door wasn't stopping, in fact it sounded like it was getting louder. Phelous groaned. Great, it was going to be one of those days. Sub-Zero was already up and of course, he wasn’t doing anything about the knocking. Instead, he was……in the kitchen? Oh, that wasn't going to end well.
The knocking continued.
Fine. Okay. He was officially surrendering to the fact that this day was gonna suck and it wasn't even 9am yet. Phelous rolled his eyes, got out of bed, and went downstairs. But when he opened the front door, there was nobody there. Just great.
Of course, after he closed it.....
“Hi.”
Phelous did not yelp. But geez, like he wanted one of his many deaths to be from a heart attack. There, stood inexplicably in the hallway, was Obscurus Lupa. She was dressed for cold weather and had a bag strapped to her back. Her expression wasn't really a smile, though a corner of her mouth was sort of curling upwards.
It was time to ask the obvious questions. “How did you do that?”
Lupa shrugged her shoulders fluidly. “Todd spends all his free time following me. He moves in the space between spaces. I picked up a few things.”
“And what are you doing here?”
Lupa raised her eyebrows pointedly. “Todd spends all his free time following me.”
“So you thought the best way to deal with that was to stage a metaphysical jail break to.........here?”
Lupa clapped him on the shoulder. “There you go.”
She unhooked her bag and dropped it to the floor. Whatever she saw over his shoulder made her eyes widen.
“Hey, it's snowing in your kitchen.”
Of course it was. Phelous shook his head and headed back upstairs. Maybe he could sleep through until lunch and actually enjoy a few hours of not being dead or dealing with crazy people. Maybe the law of averages would work in his favor for once and tomorrow wouldn't suck. Right, like that had ever happened before.
His bedroom was quiet, thank God. Phelous lay down, closed his eyes with a deep sigh and kept one hand on his gun.
-the end
Fandom: The Guy With The Glasses RPF
Characters: Phelous, Obscurus Lupa
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Timeline: Set back when Todd was still pursuing Lupa.
Summary: Phelous' days usually start bad and end worse. Today is no different.
The knocking on the front door wasn't stopping, in fact it sounded like it was getting louder. Phelous groaned. Great, it was going to be one of those days. Sub-Zero was already up and of course, he wasn’t doing anything about the knocking. Instead, he was……in the kitchen? Oh, that wasn't going to end well.
The knocking continued.
Fine. Okay. He was officially surrendering to the fact that this day was gonna suck and it wasn't even 9am yet. Phelous rolled his eyes, got out of bed, and went downstairs. But when he opened the front door, there was nobody there. Just great.
Of course, after he closed it.....
“Hi.”
Phelous did not yelp. But geez, like he wanted one of his many deaths to be from a heart attack. There, stood inexplicably in the hallway, was Obscurus Lupa. She was dressed for cold weather and had a bag strapped to her back. Her expression wasn't really a smile, though a corner of her mouth was sort of curling upwards.
It was time to ask the obvious questions. “How did you do that?”
Lupa shrugged her shoulders fluidly. “Todd spends all his free time following me. He moves in the space between spaces. I picked up a few things.”
“And what are you doing here?”
Lupa raised her eyebrows pointedly. “Todd spends all his free time following me.”
“So you thought the best way to deal with that was to stage a metaphysical jail break to.........here?”
Lupa clapped him on the shoulder. “There you go.”
She unhooked her bag and dropped it to the floor. Whatever she saw over his shoulder made her eyes widen.
“Hey, it's snowing in your kitchen.”
Of course it was. Phelous shook his head and headed back upstairs. Maybe he could sleep through until lunch and actually enjoy a few hours of not being dead or dealing with crazy people. Maybe the law of averages would work in his favor for once and tomorrow wouldn't suck. Right, like that had ever happened before.
His bedroom was quiet, thank God. Phelous lay down, closed his eyes with a deep sigh and kept one hand on his gun.
-the end