Prompt 080: Fiction
"So did he show?" Warren called out as the door leading to the basement from outside slammed shut. He was sitting in the corner they'd dubbed "The Grand Ultimate Gamer's Station". This was where the Evil Trio had set up their Play Station, Nintendo (the original because everyone knew that the Super and all the others that came after were pure crap), and X-Box. He regretfully paused the game just as Luke was about to swoop in on the space station and blast to pieces, thereby saving the day, and looked over at his friend as Jonathan unzipped his parka and dropped it onto the computer chair. "What the hell happened to you? Did Doctor Horrible actually beat you up?"
Andrew hopped down the stairs leading from the first story of their house to the basement while humming the Imperial March, coming into the room just in time to see his friends and here Warren's words. "Wait a sec-he actually showed? That Doctor Horrible is so cool!" A soft sigh escaped the blonde as he paused in the middle of the floor, blue eyes cast dreamily towards the ceiling as though he could see Doctor Horrible in the specks above him.
Jonathan’s voice broke through his reverie seconds later. "No. He never showed. I waited in the park for forty five minutes! And before you ask, yes, I gassed up the van again." Warren looked at Andrew, and both guys immediately broke into an odd mix of laughter and giggles. Jonathan looked at them in confusion for a moment, before realization dawned on him. "You know what I mean! God, you guys can be so mean sometimes!" He walked over to the leather couch (because all women, of course, dug leather furniture), and sank into one of its cushions with a sigh, pouting, and gingerly fingering the blue and black bruise he could feel already forming around his left eye.
"Oh come on, Jonathan. We're sorry, right 'Drew?" Warren glanced at the one third of their group who was still standing for affirmation, which came quickly. "So what happened anyway?"
Jonathan spoke up as Andrew drifted over to their Snack Shelf and pulled down a half-empty bag of Cheetos. Digging his hand in, he moved across the room and leaned against their full-length Star Wars: A New Hope movie poster, then turned his eyes to the shortest of the group. "Well, I was waiting and waiting, because, you know, I issued that challenge to him-Thursday at 3pm in Dooley Park. Like I said, I waited almost an hour, when some big kids got out of school and came to the park. And you know what those punks did? They tried to beat me up for lunch money! I had to pull out my driver's license to prove to them I had graduated, and then they took my wallet!" He glared at his two friends, daring them to laugh.
However, both Warren and Andrew had been in similar situations, and looked on with sympathy. Warren set aside his game controller, and then sat up in what he considered is evil genius pose: both elbows resting on his knees, fingers lightly tapping against one another on opposite hands, as he thought. "I'll tell you what we do, Jonathan. First, you send Doctor Horrible an email-after all, he needs to be held accountable for not meeting his nemesis. Second, Andrew, you go back to the park and find out those kids' addresses. Then I'll build an army of robots who will crush those little worms in their sleep!" All three of them began to nod and grin evilly at one another, then they each began to break out into their own evil laugh.
Because, like Doctor Horrible, they'd been practicing.
Andrew hopped down the stairs leading from the first story of their house to the basement while humming the Imperial March, coming into the room just in time to see his friends and here Warren's words. "Wait a sec-he actually showed? That Doctor Horrible is so cool!" A soft sigh escaped the blonde as he paused in the middle of the floor, blue eyes cast dreamily towards the ceiling as though he could see Doctor Horrible in the specks above him.
Jonathan’s voice broke through his reverie seconds later. "No. He never showed. I waited in the park for forty five minutes! And before you ask, yes, I gassed up the van again." Warren looked at Andrew, and both guys immediately broke into an odd mix of laughter and giggles. Jonathan looked at them in confusion for a moment, before realization dawned on him. "You know what I mean! God, you guys can be so mean sometimes!" He walked over to the leather couch (because all women, of course, dug leather furniture), and sank into one of its cushions with a sigh, pouting, and gingerly fingering the blue and black bruise he could feel already forming around his left eye.
"Oh come on, Jonathan. We're sorry, right 'Drew?" Warren glanced at the one third of their group who was still standing for affirmation, which came quickly. "So what happened anyway?"
Jonathan spoke up as Andrew drifted over to their Snack Shelf and pulled down a half-empty bag of Cheetos. Digging his hand in, he moved across the room and leaned against their full-length Star Wars: A New Hope movie poster, then turned his eyes to the shortest of the group. "Well, I was waiting and waiting, because, you know, I issued that challenge to him-Thursday at 3pm in Dooley Park. Like I said, I waited almost an hour, when some big kids got out of school and came to the park. And you know what those punks did? They tried to beat me up for lunch money! I had to pull out my driver's license to prove to them I had graduated, and then they took my wallet!" He glared at his two friends, daring them to laugh.
However, both Warren and Andrew had been in similar situations, and looked on with sympathy. Warren set aside his game controller, and then sat up in what he considered is evil genius pose: both elbows resting on his knees, fingers lightly tapping against one another on opposite hands, as he thought. "I'll tell you what we do, Jonathan. First, you send Doctor Horrible an email-after all, he needs to be held accountable for not meeting his nemesis. Second, Andrew, you go back to the park and find out those kids' addresses. Then I'll build an army of robots who will crush those little worms in their sleep!" All three of them began to nod and grin evilly at one another, then they each began to break out into their own evil laugh.
Because, like Doctor Horrible, they'd been practicing.