busycybering Troy goes to Wonderland to get The Best Gift Ever for Annie. He gets lost.
Troy in Wonderland, PG, 1684 words Pairings: Minor Jeff/Shirley in Wonderland (you'll see), Annie&Troy friendship A/N: Oh god. I couldn't stop writing. I DON'T KNOW IF THIS EVEN MAKES SENSE. Also, fabulous prompt.
Troy probably should have figured out that something was off when the Dean had rushed by him in a white suit, wearing a rakishly off-kilter pair of bunny ears and a cotton tail stuck to the coat tails, glancing at a pocket watch and muttering to himself about being late for an appointment.
The Dean never had appointments.
That should have been his first clue.
"Dean?" he asks, running to catch him as the wisp of his white suit coat disappears around the corner ahead of him. The Dean's good with clothes and stuff, right? "Dean? Hey, I was wondering if you could help me with a birthday present for An--"
He doesn't even see the hole until it's too late.
--
Falling is terrifying. He screams a little to get it out of his system at the beginning and attempts a valiant effort at paddling himself in the up direction before finally settling on floating gently downward angled like Superman, breaking it up with some awesome Spiderman-ing from side to side. He tries to Thor for a while, but without a giant god-forged hammer dragging him along the position really loses most of the impact.
He eventually nabs a pillow from one of the passing shelves as he falls, and takes an emergency panic nap. When he wakes up, he's curled up on solid ground underneath a round wooden table in the middle of a large, echoing hall, and there's a small bottle on the floor next to him with a note tied around the neck that says DRINK ME.
Like that's a dare he isn't going to take.
---
Shrinking, it turns out, feels mildly ticklish and makes his whole body go tingly numb, kind of like how his mouth feels after eating ice cream too fast.
He's strolling through a garden marveling at how enormously giant everything around him is when he spots Britta, sitting on a leaf by herself, smoking and sitting quietly.
"Britta?"
Britta frowns at him, and takes a deep puff of the enormous hookah she has spread out on the leaf with her.
"What..."
"My cat has glaucoma," she blurts out.
"...are you doing all miniaturized and hanging out on a leaf?"
"Oh." She waves a hand vaguely and grandiosely around her leaf. "This is a life experience."
Troy nods. "Cool. So, hey, Britta. You're a girl, right..."
She narrows her eyes. "I'll allow it."
"...so you must have some idea of what I could get Annie for her birthday."
Britta exhales thoughtfully, and the smoke rings form small diminishing halos above her head. "I think," she says, "that you know what birthday present you should give Annie. The answer is inside you."
"My organs?" he asks, horrified.
"What? No. The answer," she pauses significantly, "is in your heart."
He groans. "Worst advice ever. And this is coming from a guy who once took hookup advice from Abed when he was in the middle of watching Die Hard 2: Die Harder."
"Whatever. Here, take some of this." She shoves a mass of something crumbly and dark and vaguely edible looking into his hands. "It's organic, vegan, gluten free, and one hundred percent fair trade. Also, if you take a bite it'll make you bigger again or something."
He stares at the thing and reassures himself that all those words she had just said probably meant what he was holding was edible. "Thanks."
Britta takes another hit off the hookah and stares contentedly off into the distance.
Troy in Wonderland, PG, 1684 words
Pairings: Minor Jeff/Shirley in Wonderland (you'll see), Annie&Troy friendship
A/N: Oh god. I couldn't stop writing. I DON'T KNOW IF THIS EVEN MAKES SENSE. Also, fabulous prompt.
Troy probably should have figured out that something was off when the Dean had rushed by him in a white suit, wearing a rakishly off-kilter pair of bunny ears and a cotton tail stuck to the coat tails, glancing at a pocket watch and muttering to himself about being late for an appointment.
The Dean never had appointments.
That should have been his first clue.
"Dean?" he asks, running to catch him as the wisp of his white suit coat disappears around the corner ahead of him. The Dean's good with clothes and stuff, right? "Dean? Hey, I was wondering if you could help me with a birthday present for An--"
He doesn't even see the hole until it's too late.
--
Falling is terrifying. He screams a little to get it out of his system at the beginning and attempts a valiant effort at paddling himself in the up direction before finally settling on floating gently downward angled like Superman, breaking it up with some awesome Spiderman-ing from side to side. He tries to Thor for a while, but without a giant god-forged hammer dragging him along the position really loses most of the impact.
He eventually nabs a pillow from one of the passing shelves as he falls, and takes an emergency panic nap. When he wakes up, he's curled up on solid ground underneath a round wooden table in the middle of a large, echoing hall, and there's a small bottle on the floor next to him with a note tied around the neck that says DRINK ME.
Like that's a dare he isn't going to take.
---
Shrinking, it turns out, feels mildly ticklish and makes his whole body go tingly numb, kind of like how his mouth feels after eating ice cream too fast.
He's strolling through a garden marveling at how enormously giant everything around him is when he spots Britta, sitting on a leaf by herself, smoking and sitting quietly.
"Britta?"
Britta frowns at him, and takes a deep puff of the enormous hookah she has spread out on the leaf with her.
"What..."
"My cat has glaucoma," she blurts out.
"...are you doing all miniaturized and hanging out on a leaf?"
"Oh." She waves a hand vaguely and grandiosely around her leaf. "This is a life experience."
Troy nods. "Cool. So, hey, Britta. You're a girl, right..."
She narrows her eyes. "I'll allow it."
"...so you must have some idea of what I could get Annie for her birthday."
Britta exhales thoughtfully, and the smoke rings form small diminishing halos above her head. "I think," she says, "that you know what birthday present you should give Annie. The answer is inside you."
"My organs?" he asks, horrified.
"What? No. The answer," she pauses significantly, "is in your heart."
He groans. "Worst advice ever. And this is coming from a guy who once took hookup advice from Abed when he was in the middle of watching Die Hard 2: Die Harder."
"Whatever. Here, take some of this." She shoves a mass of something crumbly and dark and vaguely edible looking into his hands. "It's organic, vegan, gluten free, and one hundred percent fair trade. Also, if you take a bite it'll make you bigger again or something."
He stares at the thing and reassures himself that all those words she had just said probably meant what he was holding was edible. "Thanks."
Britta takes another hit off the hookah and stares contentedly off into the distance.
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