PLL Fic: Allied Forces
This is a 320 word Pretty Little Liars drabble for the Weekend Challenge at 1_million_words This is set in an alternate universe where Hanna and Mona are a paranormal investigating team called The Midnight Crew. ENJOY!!
“If Ali could see us now.”
Hanna mock glared at her best friend and hunting partner Mona Vanderwaal. “What, this career isn’t glamorous enough for you?”
Mona snorted, but she quickly covered her mouth to stop the nervous laugh that was threatening to burst out. “I still can’t believe this is out day job, and I live it everyday so there is no way Rosewood’s former queen bee could ever appreciate it.”
Despite their natural affinity for fashion and being completely fabulous, Hanna and Mona were actually two of Pennsylvania’s top ghost hunters which explained why they were currently sitting hunched up in a child’s closet, waiting for her deadly imaginary friend to make its appearance.
“How come your imaginary friend Mr. Biscuit never tried to eat anyone?” Mona asked conversationally as they sharpened their silver plated bowie knives.
“I need to ask this Mona: I'm on planet Earth, where the fuck are you?"
Mona just rolled her eyes and waited for her blonde friend’s response.
Hanna took an entire minute before she finally answered. “Well, if you must know, Mr. Biscuit didn’t have any teeth and it also kind of helped that he wasn’t spawned from hell.”
Mona nodded in understanding but before she could reply, both hunters heard the tell tale whistling that signaled their murderous quarry’s blipping into consciousness.
Without missing a beat, both women burst from the closet, silver knives swinging with deadly accuracy in the semi-darkness of the little girl’s bedroom.
Later that night, as they sat in Rosewood’s only dive bar, watching a drunk girl call out for her boyfriend Marco, only to have the other equally drunken patrons shout out “Polo,” Mona and Hanna finally finished their prior conversation.
“Han, I know this wasn’t our dream job, but saving people from the creatures of the night is still pretty damn cool.”
Hanna smiled at Mona as clicked their shot glasses together. “Damn straight.”
Please check out the sequel: Not So Secret Admirer
“If Ali could see us now.”
Hanna mock glared at her best friend and hunting partner Mona Vanderwaal. “What, this career isn’t glamorous enough for you?”
Mona snorted, but she quickly covered her mouth to stop the nervous laugh that was threatening to burst out. “I still can’t believe this is out day job, and I live it everyday so there is no way Rosewood’s former queen bee could ever appreciate it.”
Despite their natural affinity for fashion and being completely fabulous, Hanna and Mona were actually two of Pennsylvania’s top ghost hunters which explained why they were currently sitting hunched up in a child’s closet, waiting for her deadly imaginary friend to make its appearance.
“How come your imaginary friend Mr. Biscuit never tried to eat anyone?” Mona asked conversationally as they sharpened their silver plated bowie knives.
“I need to ask this Mona: I'm on planet Earth, where the fuck are you?"
Mona just rolled her eyes and waited for her blonde friend’s response.
Hanna took an entire minute before she finally answered. “Well, if you must know, Mr. Biscuit didn’t have any teeth and it also kind of helped that he wasn’t spawned from hell.”
Mona nodded in understanding but before she could reply, both hunters heard the tell tale whistling that signaled their murderous quarry’s blipping into consciousness.
Without missing a beat, both women burst from the closet, silver knives swinging with deadly accuracy in the semi-darkness of the little girl’s bedroom.
Later that night, as they sat in Rosewood’s only dive bar, watching a drunk girl call out for her boyfriend Marco, only to have the other equally drunken patrons shout out “Polo,” Mona and Hanna finally finished their prior conversation.
“Han, I know this wasn’t our dream job, but saving people from the creatures of the night is still pretty damn cool.”
Hanna smiled at Mona as clicked their shot glasses together. “Damn straight.”
Please check out the sequel: Not So Secret Admirer