For Bubbles: Fic: 'Write it' - the sequal
Yup, since she enjoyed it and sent me the vibes to... I wrote a sequal to my little fic for her. :D
Does involve bacon, the Stig, Top Gear, two closets, and a lot of madness that would (sadly) never happen.
Orignal post, bubbles-san.livejournal.com/16492.html
I must admit, sitting around in the dark makes me wonder if been brain washed had been a better way to take finding a secret out. I’d be an empty shell, but at least I wouldn’t have something, and I really don’t want to think what, poking me in the butt.
I dunno - but I suppose things could be worse. I could be somewhere with not as nearly as much things to entertain me. I have plenty of paper, pencils and other odd random bits. I’m sure I found a half eaten chocolate bar the other day, or perhaps it was just a rubber. It didn’t taste very nice, no matter what it was.
Oh, and if you’re wondering what I’m doing here, clearly against my will, its cause I’m a prisoner to Bubbles. Instead of turning me into a mindless zombie she decided that it would be better for the three of us, since this involves the Stig, if I was to be kept in her other closet. She had two, and after I found the first hiding place she had moved her silent captive to the comfy closet. How nice.
So, that’s what happened between me telling the story of how I found out about her little secret and been sat in the dark. Drawing her pictures which I hope look like the Stig or the Doctor. I can’t quite be sure if it’s coming out as I think they are.
Moving on! I suppose I should continue to explain what I do other then sit and draw or listen to her talk to the Stig - who I found out doesn’t talk but I’ve been told the people he trusts get some sort of connection that let you know what he would be saying. I heard he has a nice physic voice.
One of the few things I get to do outside of this closet, as she allows me out every other day to stretch my legs or draw a proper picture for her. Usual that includes a meal, a drink, a convocation and a quite writing period. Usually I write HamMay, which she writes OT4. As much as I love it, I just ain’t ready yet to write it, even for her. But - I have started something that might lead on to it, but that’s my secret.
The other main time would be to play with the Stig. We finally managed to proceed our ‘teach the Stig to hug’ plan. And it even included me licking his helmet - which tasted strangely of bacon. I can only hope it was her fetish for it, and not something else.
I think the best time though of my life in her bedroom closet, must be the time Top Gear came to her house for their Stig. Turned out he had been missing for recording for a month - and they had traced him to Bubbles. I hope I didn’t have anything to do with that...
The whole event was, ironically, quite eventful really - they was kind at first, since Richard was the one knocking on her door, but once Bubbles refused to open the said door, Jeremy took over and began to bash it. Been in my closet, as it is mine; even if I don’t own it, it’s mine - I missed most of the fun. I just heard it.
A door coming off the wall, followed by footsteps towards Bubbles bedroom. Then the door slamming and suddenly blinding light of the outside world. She told me to help her, and I just replied with ‘can I capture me a Hamster?’ In her time of need, she said yes, making me squee a fan girl squee of joy.
So I got out, and together we stopped them finding the Stig, how he didn’t get interested in what was happening I do not know, and then as promised. I caught myself a Hamster. And a Captain. And an Oaf.
It was like collecting Pokémon cards. Only with people. We stuck them in the closets, our special folder of cards for safe keeping, and the whole me been a prisoner had been forgotten. Well, until we happened to be sitting down for tea when she realised I was meant to be locked away.
Knowing Bubbles is just mad - but fun. Together we own Top Gear. And instead of writing, we just have to do enough poking to the now tied up presenters to make the fiction become a reality. I’m not even sure I’m a prisoner anymore - since I’ve got all my favourite pairings under one roof. HamMay, OT3, OT4, and three people I have fantasies about. Shame when it comes to ‘playing’ with the Stig me and Bubbles fight.
I guess not everything can be perfect when you live in a closet.
Hope you enjoyed Bubbles! I managed to get you some bacon in this time. ;)
To Bubbles account! bubbles_san
Also, what is that thing about a machine that's gonna recreate teh big bang and perhaps kill us all? O_o
Does involve bacon, the Stig, Top Gear, two closets, and a lot of madness that would (sadly) never happen.
Orignal post, bubbles-san.livejournal.com/16492.html
I must admit, sitting around in the dark makes me wonder if been brain washed had been a better way to take finding a secret out. I’d be an empty shell, but at least I wouldn’t have something, and I really don’t want to think what, poking me in the butt.
I dunno - but I suppose things could be worse. I could be somewhere with not as nearly as much things to entertain me. I have plenty of paper, pencils and other odd random bits. I’m sure I found a half eaten chocolate bar the other day, or perhaps it was just a rubber. It didn’t taste very nice, no matter what it was.
Oh, and if you’re wondering what I’m doing here, clearly against my will, its cause I’m a prisoner to Bubbles. Instead of turning me into a mindless zombie she decided that it would be better for the three of us, since this involves the Stig, if I was to be kept in her other closet. She had two, and after I found the first hiding place she had moved her silent captive to the comfy closet. How nice.
So, that’s what happened between me telling the story of how I found out about her little secret and been sat in the dark. Drawing her pictures which I hope look like the Stig or the Doctor. I can’t quite be sure if it’s coming out as I think they are.
Moving on! I suppose I should continue to explain what I do other then sit and draw or listen to her talk to the Stig - who I found out doesn’t talk but I’ve been told the people he trusts get some sort of connection that let you know what he would be saying. I heard he has a nice physic voice.
One of the few things I get to do outside of this closet, as she allows me out every other day to stretch my legs or draw a proper picture for her. Usual that includes a meal, a drink, a convocation and a quite writing period. Usually I write HamMay, which she writes OT4. As much as I love it, I just ain’t ready yet to write it, even for her. But - I have started something that might lead on to it, but that’s my secret.
The other main time would be to play with the Stig. We finally managed to proceed our ‘teach the Stig to hug’ plan. And it even included me licking his helmet - which tasted strangely of bacon. I can only hope it was her fetish for it, and not something else.
I think the best time though of my life in her bedroom closet, must be the time Top Gear came to her house for their Stig. Turned out he had been missing for recording for a month - and they had traced him to Bubbles. I hope I didn’t have anything to do with that...
The whole event was, ironically, quite eventful really - they was kind at first, since Richard was the one knocking on her door, but once Bubbles refused to open the said door, Jeremy took over and began to bash it. Been in my closet, as it is mine; even if I don’t own it, it’s mine - I missed most of the fun. I just heard it.
A door coming off the wall, followed by footsteps towards Bubbles bedroom. Then the door slamming and suddenly blinding light of the outside world. She told me to help her, and I just replied with ‘can I capture me a Hamster?’ In her time of need, she said yes, making me squee a fan girl squee of joy.
So I got out, and together we stopped them finding the Stig, how he didn’t get interested in what was happening I do not know, and then as promised. I caught myself a Hamster. And a Captain. And an Oaf.
It was like collecting Pokémon cards. Only with people. We stuck them in the closets, our special folder of cards for safe keeping, and the whole me been a prisoner had been forgotten. Well, until we happened to be sitting down for tea when she realised I was meant to be locked away.
Knowing Bubbles is just mad - but fun. Together we own Top Gear. And instead of writing, we just have to do enough poking to the now tied up presenters to make the fiction become a reality. I’m not even sure I’m a prisoner anymore - since I’ve got all my favourite pairings under one roof. HamMay, OT3, OT4, and three people I have fantasies about. Shame when it comes to ‘playing’ with the Stig me and Bubbles fight.
I guess not everything can be perfect when you live in a closet.
Hope you enjoyed Bubbles! I managed to get you some bacon in this time. ;)
To Bubbles account! bubbles_san
Also, what is that thing about a machine that's gonna recreate teh big bang and perhaps kill us all? O_o