Fic
Title: Sock Puppets!
Author: Manga-Chick
Warnings: Sock Puppets violence...wah hah!
Disclaimer: I don't and won't ever and can't ever IMAGINE of thinking of owning Static and other associated characters belonging to/of DC and Milestone...so...um...I don't own them. XD
A/N: I wrote this a long time ago...I tried really hard to make something *happy* and *fluffy* and...not violent. But... This was all that came out. ; _ ; I haven't tried since...well...there WAS that Real World: Dakota fic that I dropped...
It was a tube sock. Something that he’d taken out of his drawers (one of the new pairs, so he wouldn’t embarrass himself too much about it) and decorated with a permanent marker. He’d drawn in eyes and a nose. Nothing extraordinary-one wouldn’t consider him an artist. But it was required of the class to bring in an old sock from home so that they could enjoy themselves with a play they had to do with a partner. The sock puppets, would, of course, serve as the ‘actors’.
It was all fun and games, really, and he and Virgil had made the class laugh over their silly version of ‘Old Yeller’. Nothing really that extraordinary.
But he was sitting alone in class, having agreed that the pair of them would finish some homework for their upcoming AP class. Virgil had left to get them lunch, and Richie was all alone.
To amuse himself, he pulled on his sock puppet, and opened and closed its mouth a few times.
“I am so bored,” he said in a high falsetto, making the puppet ‘walk’ over his desk. “Whatever shall I do to amuse myself?”
“Well, Mr. Sock Puppet Sir...you can work on my homework,” Richie said cheerfully, in his normal voice. “Because I really don’t feel like doing it!”
“Oh, but I cannot, Mr. Foley! For I am just a sock puppet-! I cannot think in such ways! That is beyond my capabilities!”
“Oh, but you can, Mr. Sock Puppet Sir! You are just being down on yourself! Here you go, old chap! Chapter Seven-!”
“Mr. Foley, sir! I cannot! Please! Don’t be so cruel!”
“Mr. Sock Puppet Sir, do NOT make me angry! I’m bigger than you!”
“You are such an idiot,” Hotstreak muttered.
Richie jumped in startled surprise, whirling to see him standing there, giving him one of those disbelieving looks. Reddening instantly, he tore off his sock puppet and stuffed it behind him with a sheepish grin.
“You saw nothing,” he said, clearing his throat with an embarrassed air.
“Ha! Ha! You’re such an idiot, Foley!” Hotstreak then laughed, slapping his textbooks down onto the desk nearest him. He grabbed Virgil’s abandoned sock puppet, sliding that onto his hand and making it say, “My name is Richard Foley. I talk to...sock puppets...cuz I am a lame brain.”
“Har, har, you made that up all by yourself?” Richie muttered, but breaking into a humorous grin. Sock puppet on hand, he held it up to say, “My name is Francis Simmons Stone. ‘Simmons’ because my dad happens to be RICHARD Simmons...”
Hotstreak gave him a befuddled look, then answered back with his puppet, “Which is all a lie cuz I can never be associated with such a fag. And only losers come up with that sorta comeback. Idiot.”
“I am sad,” Richie continued in his deepest, most annoying voice, making the puppet ‘walk’ across his desk. “Because one day, I woke up-and realized that the only think I ever accomplished in my life was being a Grade F Loser...now I must jump off a cliff...”
“HEY!” Hotstreak snapped, hitting his sock puppet. “I don’t think that way! The hell...?”
“O, woe is me! My name is Francis Stone, look at me!”
“God...you’re such an idiot...my name is Richie Foley, look at me, look at me as I eat like I been raised by fuckin’ monkeys, and smell like one, too.”
“...I do not.”
Hotstreak made revolting gobbling noises, miming the action of eating food. Richie gave him an indignant look, his puppet then beating on the other.
“This is all I know how to do! I can’t be a genius, I gotta beat them! Cuz I suck so much!”
The ‘Francis’ puppet began beating on the ‘Richie' puppet until the pair of them were actually exchanging slaps.
Pulling back, Hotstreak tore off his puppet and hit Richie with it. Richie did the same, the pair glaring at each other. Finally, the elder student picked up his books and walked backwards toward the door.
“This never happened,” he warned, pointing at him warningly.
Richie scowled at him. “Like I would brag about it.”
See??? How waffy and fluffy and cyooot!
um...yeah...obviously, fluff and waff does NOT become me. >.< It took me DAYS to type up that idea....sad, ennit?
Author: Manga-Chick
Warnings: Sock Puppets violence...wah hah!
Disclaimer: I don't and won't ever and can't ever IMAGINE of thinking of owning Static and other associated characters belonging to/of DC and Milestone...so...um...I don't own them. XD
A/N: I wrote this a long time ago...I tried really hard to make something *happy* and *fluffy* and...not violent. But... This was all that came out. ; _ ; I haven't tried since...well...there WAS that Real World: Dakota fic that I dropped...
It was a tube sock. Something that he’d taken out of his drawers (one of the new pairs, so he wouldn’t embarrass himself too much about it) and decorated with a permanent marker. He’d drawn in eyes and a nose. Nothing extraordinary-one wouldn’t consider him an artist. But it was required of the class to bring in an old sock from home so that they could enjoy themselves with a play they had to do with a partner. The sock puppets, would, of course, serve as the ‘actors’.
It was all fun and games, really, and he and Virgil had made the class laugh over their silly version of ‘Old Yeller’. Nothing really that extraordinary.
But he was sitting alone in class, having agreed that the pair of them would finish some homework for their upcoming AP class. Virgil had left to get them lunch, and Richie was all alone.
To amuse himself, he pulled on his sock puppet, and opened and closed its mouth a few times.
“I am so bored,” he said in a high falsetto, making the puppet ‘walk’ over his desk. “Whatever shall I do to amuse myself?”
“Well, Mr. Sock Puppet Sir...you can work on my homework,” Richie said cheerfully, in his normal voice. “Because I really don’t feel like doing it!”
“Oh, but I cannot, Mr. Foley! For I am just a sock puppet-! I cannot think in such ways! That is beyond my capabilities!”
“Oh, but you can, Mr. Sock Puppet Sir! You are just being down on yourself! Here you go, old chap! Chapter Seven-!”
“Mr. Foley, sir! I cannot! Please! Don’t be so cruel!”
“Mr. Sock Puppet Sir, do NOT make me angry! I’m bigger than you!”
“You are such an idiot,” Hotstreak muttered.
Richie jumped in startled surprise, whirling to see him standing there, giving him one of those disbelieving looks. Reddening instantly, he tore off his sock puppet and stuffed it behind him with a sheepish grin.
“You saw nothing,” he said, clearing his throat with an embarrassed air.
“Ha! Ha! You’re such an idiot, Foley!” Hotstreak then laughed, slapping his textbooks down onto the desk nearest him. He grabbed Virgil’s abandoned sock puppet, sliding that onto his hand and making it say, “My name is Richard Foley. I talk to...sock puppets...cuz I am a lame brain.”
“Har, har, you made that up all by yourself?” Richie muttered, but breaking into a humorous grin. Sock puppet on hand, he held it up to say, “My name is Francis Simmons Stone. ‘Simmons’ because my dad happens to be RICHARD Simmons...”
Hotstreak gave him a befuddled look, then answered back with his puppet, “Which is all a lie cuz I can never be associated with such a fag. And only losers come up with that sorta comeback. Idiot.”
“I am sad,” Richie continued in his deepest, most annoying voice, making the puppet ‘walk’ across his desk. “Because one day, I woke up-and realized that the only think I ever accomplished in my life was being a Grade F Loser...now I must jump off a cliff...”
“HEY!” Hotstreak snapped, hitting his sock puppet. “I don’t think that way! The hell...?”
“O, woe is me! My name is Francis Stone, look at me!”
“God...you’re such an idiot...my name is Richie Foley, look at me, look at me as I eat like I been raised by fuckin’ monkeys, and smell like one, too.”
“...I do not.”
Hotstreak made revolting gobbling noises, miming the action of eating food. Richie gave him an indignant look, his puppet then beating on the other.
“This is all I know how to do! I can’t be a genius, I gotta beat them! Cuz I suck so much!”
The ‘Francis’ puppet began beating on the ‘Richie' puppet until the pair of them were actually exchanging slaps.
Pulling back, Hotstreak tore off his puppet and hit Richie with it. Richie did the same, the pair glaring at each other. Finally, the elder student picked up his books and walked backwards toward the door.
“This never happened,” he warned, pointing at him warningly.
Richie scowled at him. “Like I would brag about it.”
See??? How waffy and fluffy and cyooot!
um...yeah...obviously, fluff and waff does NOT become me. >.< It took me DAYS to type up that idea....sad, ennit?