Wrong Foot (2/?)
Title: Wrong Foot (2/?)
Fandom: That Guy With the Glasses
Characters/Pairings: Onesided Film Brain/Nostalgia Critic, Luke/Film Brain pre-slash
Rating: PG15
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. This writing's for entertainment purposes only.
Summary: AU in which Suburban Knights never happened. Luke and Film Brain meet at the Critic's house. It's about as awkward as you'd expect.
Warnings: Randomness, plotlessness, un-beta'ed, language, slight shippyness (though I'm not exactly sure how shippy this will get)
A/N: Oh Lord, here we go. See what happens when my imagination gets away from me? I swear, I have no idea where I'm going with this story. I'm just kind of... winging it? Sure hope I get the characters wright. I'm still not exactly sure what I'm gonna do with the whole Luke/Film Brain thing. Let's just hope it turns out with as little plot/characterization holes as possible. xD
Ten minutes after the Nostalgia Critic graciously allowed him inside (boy, Chicago winds could get pretty bloody cold in autumn) and five minutes after he'd stopped apologizing for not getting the right latte (it was four creams and three sugars and oh God he was so stupid), Film Brain had a few new facts straight. Okay, maybe just a couple, but non-Critic related facts weren't really all that important, were they?
So, turned out Not-Critic's name was Logan Mochrie or Leonardo Mochrie or something to that effect. Not-Critic was also a “rising star” on ThatGuyWithTheGlasses.com who exploited his tragic split personality issues to gain fans. Admittedly, psychology wasn't his strong point, but it still took Film Brain little more than an instant to declare that the saddest thing he'd heard in life.
Jesus, the man even gave the personalities names, for God's sakes. It was probably gonna break all their crazy little hearts when that “rising star” status crashed into a sun somewhere. After all, the public wanted quality, not cheap gimmicks!
As for why he was here in the first place...
“Oh, I live down the street,” Lex (or Luther?) said flippantly, and Film Brain couldn't help but be deeply offended because that asshole had compared him to a stalker not long ago. He was the stalkerish one, dammit, living down the street from the Critic like that. Probably had a high-tech telescope so he could look straight through the windows of the houses in between them, directly into Critic's living room. Just the thought was enough to make Film Brain a little sick.
And it must have showed, since Lardface (oh yeah, that was definitely his name) was looking at him strangely from his place on the couch again. Only a little teensy bit embarrassed, Film Brain cleared his throat. He'd save his complete and scathing deconstruction of this newcomer, this intruder for later. Hopefully he'd catch the other guy alone in some dark corner and give him what for sometime soon. Revenge was never easy on the eyes, but the way Critic gazed into this wannabe reviewer's eyes when he introduced him was more than enough to entice vengeful rage from the true right-hand man.
The Nostalgia Critic, thankfully, was too busy to notice the looks what's-his-face and Film Brain were shooting each other, pacing the room with his hands behind his back in a very leader-like manner.
“I'm glad you two came,” he nodded in their direction, “but I wasn't expecting the response to be this pathetic. I could've used Sage. Or Snob; he's a dickhole but he's smart. Since I don't have them, it looks like I'll just have to work with you two. Can either of you wield heavy weaponry and-or set up booby traps?”
“Wait a second, you haven't even told us what the bet was!” said split-personality lad, making Film Brain nearly squeal with glee. Now was his first chance to defend the Critic and reinforce his standing as the favorite!
“Well obviously he must have a good reason not to say it, don't you Mr. Critic?” he asked and immediately regretted it because oh, his tone of voice came out all wrong and it sounded like he was agreeing with Lardface, made all the worse when Critic glared at him for it. He totally should have smiled or something to let them know of his support! One step forward, a million steps back!
“I do,” NC replied shortly before Film Brain could stutter out an apology. “Let's just say it involved a tapeworm. Actually, three. It also involved two hundred dollars. Plus, there was some yarn, and I'm not gonna say anymore. Happy?”
Film Brain and the unimportant one nodded.
“Anyway, I'm going to have to re-think my plan a little since only two of you showed up. Luke, you're with me. I hope you have a few hours to spare.”
Just like that, those few words completely shattered what little hope there was for any alone time with the Critic, at least not anytime soon. Did seniority count for anything, anymore?
And Luke (so that was his name), that mediocre excuse of an underling, just shrugged. Shrugged, like somehow this was unimportant and not vital to the survival of their website. Like he was doing this because he was bored.
“Eh, it's the weekend, so... yeah, I guess.” Oh, that guy was going down. Surely, Critic would realize how much better Film Brain was when he tackled his own task with enthusiasm and dedication that this Luke person didn't have. This new revelation enthralled Film Brain so much that he almost didn't catch Critic turning to address him.
“And you... um, fellow reviewer.” Though he didn't correct him, Film Brain nearly panicked. Did the NC really not remember his name? Maybe he would have to take out Luke sooner than he thought. “You're in charge of defense.”
Defense. Film Brain could bloody do defense. He'd do defense so hard it wouldn't be able to walk for a week. He'd do it so awesomely his leader would have to remember his name and his accomplishments and his worthiness of being second in command. Maybe he wouldn't even need to sabotage Luke if he did defense well enough!
And that's how Film Brain was assigned to build what he would surely later declare to be the Best Wall of Blocking in the History of Man.
Fandom: That Guy With the Glasses
Characters/Pairings: Onesided Film Brain/Nostalgia Critic, Luke/Film Brain pre-slash
Rating: PG15
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. This writing's for entertainment purposes only.
Summary: AU in which Suburban Knights never happened. Luke and Film Brain meet at the Critic's house. It's about as awkward as you'd expect.
Warnings: Randomness, plotlessness, un-beta'ed, language, slight shippyness (though I'm not exactly sure how shippy this will get)
A/N: Oh Lord, here we go. See what happens when my imagination gets away from me? I swear, I have no idea where I'm going with this story. I'm just kind of... winging it? Sure hope I get the characters wright. I'm still not exactly sure what I'm gonna do with the whole Luke/Film Brain thing. Let's just hope it turns out with as little plot/characterization holes as possible. xD
Ten minutes after the Nostalgia Critic graciously allowed him inside (boy, Chicago winds could get pretty bloody cold in autumn) and five minutes after he'd stopped apologizing for not getting the right latte (it was four creams and three sugars and oh God he was so stupid), Film Brain had a few new facts straight. Okay, maybe just a couple, but non-Critic related facts weren't really all that important, were they?
So, turned out Not-Critic's name was Logan Mochrie or Leonardo Mochrie or something to that effect. Not-Critic was also a “rising star” on ThatGuyWithTheGlasses.com who exploited his tragic split personality issues to gain fans. Admittedly, psychology wasn't his strong point, but it still took Film Brain little more than an instant to declare that the saddest thing he'd heard in life.
Jesus, the man even gave the personalities names, for God's sakes. It was probably gonna break all their crazy little hearts when that “rising star” status crashed into a sun somewhere. After all, the public wanted quality, not cheap gimmicks!
As for why he was here in the first place...
“Oh, I live down the street,” Lex (or Luther?) said flippantly, and Film Brain couldn't help but be deeply offended because that asshole had compared him to a stalker not long ago. He was the stalkerish one, dammit, living down the street from the Critic like that. Probably had a high-tech telescope so he could look straight through the windows of the houses in between them, directly into Critic's living room. Just the thought was enough to make Film Brain a little sick.
And it must have showed, since Lardface (oh yeah, that was definitely his name) was looking at him strangely from his place on the couch again. Only a little teensy bit embarrassed, Film Brain cleared his throat. He'd save his complete and scathing deconstruction of this newcomer, this intruder for later. Hopefully he'd catch the other guy alone in some dark corner and give him what for sometime soon. Revenge was never easy on the eyes, but the way Critic gazed into this wannabe reviewer's eyes when he introduced him was more than enough to entice vengeful rage from the true right-hand man.
The Nostalgia Critic, thankfully, was too busy to notice the looks what's-his-face and Film Brain were shooting each other, pacing the room with his hands behind his back in a very leader-like manner.
“I'm glad you two came,” he nodded in their direction, “but I wasn't expecting the response to be this pathetic. I could've used Sage. Or Snob; he's a dickhole but he's smart. Since I don't have them, it looks like I'll just have to work with you two. Can either of you wield heavy weaponry and-or set up booby traps?”
“Wait a second, you haven't even told us what the bet was!” said split-personality lad, making Film Brain nearly squeal with glee. Now was his first chance to defend the Critic and reinforce his standing as the favorite!
“Well obviously he must have a good reason not to say it, don't you Mr. Critic?” he asked and immediately regretted it because oh, his tone of voice came out all wrong and it sounded like he was agreeing with Lardface, made all the worse when Critic glared at him for it. He totally should have smiled or something to let them know of his support! One step forward, a million steps back!
“I do,” NC replied shortly before Film Brain could stutter out an apology. “Let's just say it involved a tapeworm. Actually, three. It also involved two hundred dollars. Plus, there was some yarn, and I'm not gonna say anymore. Happy?”
Film Brain and the unimportant one nodded.
“Anyway, I'm going to have to re-think my plan a little since only two of you showed up. Luke, you're with me. I hope you have a few hours to spare.”
Just like that, those few words completely shattered what little hope there was for any alone time with the Critic, at least not anytime soon. Did seniority count for anything, anymore?
And Luke (so that was his name), that mediocre excuse of an underling, just shrugged. Shrugged, like somehow this was unimportant and not vital to the survival of their website. Like he was doing this because he was bored.
“Eh, it's the weekend, so... yeah, I guess.” Oh, that guy was going down. Surely, Critic would realize how much better Film Brain was when he tackled his own task with enthusiasm and dedication that this Luke person didn't have. This new revelation enthralled Film Brain so much that he almost didn't catch Critic turning to address him.
“And you... um, fellow reviewer.” Though he didn't correct him, Film Brain nearly panicked. Did the NC really not remember his name? Maybe he would have to take out Luke sooner than he thought. “You're in charge of defense.”
Defense. Film Brain could bloody do defense. He'd do defense so hard it wouldn't be able to walk for a week. He'd do it so awesomely his leader would have to remember his name and his accomplishments and his worthiness of being second in command. Maybe he wouldn't even need to sabotage Luke if he did defense well enough!
And that's how Film Brain was assigned to build what he would surely later declare to be the Best Wall of Blocking in the History of Man.