Grunt's Object of Misery (2/2)
anonymous
January 11 2015, 06:56:23 UTC
"Yeah, uh, I was just in the lounge and I saw....Miranda was sitting on your...."
"The bean bag chair?"
"It's a....chair?"
"Yes, Grunt. It's a chair. What did you think it was?"
"Your mate?"
"Ha, Grunt you make me laugh! I told you that if you had questions about anything to ask me. It's no big deal. I like teaching you things," he said, smiling warmly. "Give it a try if you want. It's actually pretty comfortable."
He left Shepard's side feeling like a stupid pyjak. It was a damn chair! Who gets freaked out by a damn chair? He didn't deserve to call himself a Krogan. At least no one else knew how stupid he was. Shepard wouldn't tell his secret, that he knew.
Needless to say, the mystery was solved, but that didn't mean he was going to like the thing. Who puts beans in a chair anyway? And he was still wondering what it tasted like! What the beans would taste like...his stomach rumbled.
The sixth time he saw what he now knew was a chair, he decided to give it a try. Why the hell not? Might as well face his fears, and if nothing else, he could take a little nibble.
The lounge was empty, so no one would ever know.
He sauntered over to the bright pink 'chair' and carefully eyed it over. He nudged it with his toe and sneered. After he was satisfied that it was in fact a chair-not that he would doubt Shepard-he slowly lowered himself onto the squishy round thing full of beans.
Shepard had been right, it was quite comfortable. So much so that he fell asleep in the thing a few minutes after he sat down. But it couldn't have been the chair, Krogan didn't slept on things that were soft. He only fell asleep because he had had a long day.
That's what he would tell everyone when he woke up.
There was a crowd gathered around the chair when he did, soft smiles looking down at him as he started to stir. Shepard was front and center, head cocked to one side, a playful smirk on his smug face, hips clasped behind his back like he was at parade rest.
Grunt let out a growl, mostly of embarrassment, and went to get up.....but something was wrong....
He panic! He thrashed about, he couldn't move, the chair had a hold of him, he was trapped, stuck, held captive by a damn chair! He had been right, it was a human torture device! Shepard had tricked him! And he was going to die in that chair, in its death grip!
He struggled about, flailing his arms, kicking his legs, trying desperately to free himself from the device's grasp. But the more he struggled, the more stuck he became, the further in it pulled him. His breathing shallowed, his eyes widened, and the worst part was that everyone was laughing at him, laughing at the big baby Krogan about to die in the big, pink chair full of beans!!
And just when he thought the end was near, Shepard reached out his hand and threw him a lifeline.
"I should have warned you that it's hard to get out of," smirked the Commander as Grunt took his hand to free himself from its clutches.
The joke was on them, though. He immediately turned around and ripped the beans right out of their casing, destroying the big, pink, round, sphere-like object of misery.
Re: Grunt's Object of Misery (2/2)
anonymous
January 11 2015, 07:24:55 UTC
bravo A!A, bravo. I was about to second the prompt, and then you go and drop off this excellent fill before I get around to it. Poor Grunt, I laughed but also felt his embarrassment at the end. And his revenge was precious.
"The bean bag chair?"
"It's a....chair?"
"Yes, Grunt. It's a chair. What did you think it was?"
"Your mate?"
"Ha, Grunt you make me laugh! I told you that if you had questions about anything to ask me. It's no big deal. I like teaching you things," he said, smiling warmly. "Give it a try if you want. It's actually pretty comfortable."
He left Shepard's side feeling like a stupid pyjak. It was a damn chair! Who gets freaked out by a damn chair? He didn't deserve to call himself a Krogan. At least no one else knew how stupid he was. Shepard wouldn't tell his secret, that he knew.
Needless to say, the mystery was solved, but that didn't mean he was going to like the thing. Who puts beans in a chair anyway? And he was still wondering what it tasted like! What the beans would taste like...his stomach rumbled.
The sixth time he saw what he now knew was a chair, he decided to give it a try. Why the hell not? Might as well face his fears, and if nothing else, he could take a little nibble.
The lounge was empty, so no one would ever know.
He sauntered over to the bright pink 'chair' and carefully eyed it over. He nudged it with his toe and sneered. After he was satisfied that it was in fact a chair-not that he would doubt Shepard-he slowly lowered himself onto the squishy round thing full of beans.
Shepard had been right, it was quite comfortable. So much so that he fell asleep in the thing a few minutes after he sat down. But it couldn't have been the chair, Krogan didn't slept on things that were soft. He only fell asleep because he had had a long day.
That's what he would tell everyone when he woke up.
There was a crowd gathered around the chair when he did, soft smiles looking down at him as he started to stir. Shepard was front and center, head cocked to one side, a playful smirk on his smug face, hips clasped behind his back like he was at parade rest.
Grunt let out a growl, mostly of embarrassment, and went to get up.....but something was wrong....
He panic! He thrashed about, he couldn't move, the chair had a hold of him, he was trapped, stuck, held captive by a damn chair! He had been right, it was a human torture device! Shepard had tricked him! And he was going to die in that chair, in its death grip!
He struggled about, flailing his arms, kicking his legs, trying desperately to free himself from the device's grasp. But the more he struggled, the more stuck he became, the further in it pulled him. His breathing shallowed, his eyes widened, and the worst part was that everyone was laughing at him, laughing at the big baby Krogan about to die in the big, pink chair full of beans!!
And just when he thought the end was near, Shepard reached out his hand and threw him a lifeline.
"I should have warned you that it's hard to get out of," smirked the Commander as Grunt took his hand to free himself from its clutches.
The joke was on them, though. He immediately turned around and ripped the beans right out of their casing, destroying the big, pink, round, sphere-like object of misery.
And the beans....they tasted like cardboard.
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I was just about to suggest Grunt for the prompt, or maybe Javik. But this is everything I'd hoped for.
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Love it! Grunt is so adorable, and the parts where he thinks Miranda and Shepard are being intimate with it made me burst out laughing.
The image of Miranda sitting in one is quite pleasing. I don't know why.
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