DEW: Choose Your Weapon
strong>Title: Choose Your Weapon
Author: theymp
Prompt: DEW Challenge: Character of your choice & snap decisions. SPN100 Challenge: bat
Genre: humour
Characters: Donna Hanscum and her ex-husband, Doug.
Pairing: none
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 150
Warning/Spoilers: n/a
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters - these were created by Eric Kripke - I'm just borrowing them. I'm not making any commercial gain. No harm or infringement intended.
Summary: Donna's seriously regretting going to her ex's wedding.
"Just when I'd thought this reception couldn't get any worse," groaned Donna, forcing shut the door behind her and directing a couple of the other guests to help her move a dresser to block it.
"Oh my god, I think they're zombies," cried Doug, clearly in shock.
"Yeah, and that's not even counting your side of the family," Donna snorted. She shook her head ruefully. "I really should've known better than to come to my ex's wedding."
A loud thumping started from the other side of the door as if to agree with her.
"I'm not sure how long that's gonna hold," muttered Donna. "Listen up, everyone! Find something to protect yourself with," she ordered, gratefully accepting an offered baseball bat.
"Oh, I don't really know," fretted Doug.
"Just pick something," Donna yelled. "Quick, here they come!"
She turned to Doug and blinked at his chosen weapon.
"Nice fish slice..."
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Author: theymp
Prompt: DEW Challenge: Character of your choice & snap decisions. SPN100 Challenge: bat
Genre: humour
Characters: Donna Hanscum and her ex-husband, Doug.
Pairing: none
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 150
Warning/Spoilers: n/a
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters - these were created by Eric Kripke - I'm just borrowing them. I'm not making any commercial gain. No harm or infringement intended.
Summary: Donna's seriously regretting going to her ex's wedding.
"Just when I'd thought this reception couldn't get any worse," groaned Donna, forcing shut the door behind her and directing a couple of the other guests to help her move a dresser to block it.
"Oh my god, I think they're zombies," cried Doug, clearly in shock.
"Yeah, and that's not even counting your side of the family," Donna snorted. She shook her head ruefully. "I really should've known better than to come to my ex's wedding."
A loud thumping started from the other side of the door as if to agree with her.
"I'm not sure how long that's gonna hold," muttered Donna. "Listen up, everyone! Find something to protect yourself with," she ordered, gratefully accepting an offered baseball bat.
"Oh, I don't really know," fretted Doug.
"Just pick something," Donna yelled. "Quick, here they come!"
She turned to Doug and blinked at his chosen weapon.
"Nice fish slice..."
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