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Challenge: Cherub Babysitting
Title: Letter from a Prisoner of War
Genre: Spoof
Length: 271 words
Rating: Nothing bad.
Summary: Suppi is being held captive by children! A letter from his point of view pleading for help.
This document is an official plea for help. I, Spinel Sun, one stationed at a base far away from my native England, am being help captive by terrorists.
Yes, terrorists, in the truest definition of the word, those whose sole purpose in their actions is to control… by fear.
My captors are of ages three and five. For anyone, anyone who receives this message, please send help. Their terms of my release consist of receipt of a copious amount of butterscotch pudding.
I am writing this by the light of a cracked shade; my tail is all that is free of their knotted jumping rope. Why, Cerberus, why did you betray me? Rather than watching over the house which the terrorists inhabit, he has become an expatriate and is at Ms. Daidouji’s playing the Card Captor Sakura video game she designed. He is a moralless traitor.
Instructions for any rescue committee available: I am in the downstairs living area of the Kinomoto residence, by the window. As long as the terrorists may be safely maintained until the rearrival of the head of government, I will be pleased to return home immediately, but this household must not be allowed to be ruled by anarchy.
My writing must soon conclude, their “Nappytime” ritual has nearly come to an end. One is already stirring.
They are coming with imaginary tea… but real sugar!! This is not good, I have a condition..! I implore of whomever may read this, do heeel………
^o^
xD
x3 OMG!!! This is TEH delicious!!! My compliments to the chef of this sweet!!
Waitwaitwait!!
……
THERE’S NO MORE!!!
SEND HELP
SU~PPI~~
~~
Editorially, I wrote this ficlet out by hand and there are a lot of things that just didn't translate into typing.. when Suppi switches from normal to hyper he goes from a flowing cursive into a hasty manuscript, and his trailing off was a pen mark being dragged off the side of the paper, which I had crumpled and beaten like it had gone through thick and thin.
Title: Letter from a Prisoner of War
Genre: Spoof
Length: 271 words
Rating: Nothing bad.
Summary: Suppi is being held captive by children! A letter from his point of view pleading for help.
This document is an official plea for help. I, Spinel Sun, one stationed at a base far away from my native England, am being help captive by terrorists.
Yes, terrorists, in the truest definition of the word, those whose sole purpose in their actions is to control… by fear.
My captors are of ages three and five. For anyone, anyone who receives this message, please send help. Their terms of my release consist of receipt of a copious amount of butterscotch pudding.
I am writing this by the light of a cracked shade; my tail is all that is free of their knotted jumping rope. Why, Cerberus, why did you betray me? Rather than watching over the house which the terrorists inhabit, he has become an expatriate and is at Ms. Daidouji’s playing the Card Captor Sakura video game she designed. He is a moralless traitor.
Instructions for any rescue committee available: I am in the downstairs living area of the Kinomoto residence, by the window. As long as the terrorists may be safely maintained until the rearrival of the head of government, I will be pleased to return home immediately, but this household must not be allowed to be ruled by anarchy.
My writing must soon conclude, their “Nappytime” ritual has nearly come to an end. One is already stirring.
They are coming with imaginary tea… but real sugar!! This is not good, I have a condition..! I implore of whomever may read this, do heeel………
^o^
xD
x3 OMG!!! This is TEH delicious!!! My compliments to the chef of this sweet!!
Waitwaitwait!!
……
THERE’S NO MORE!!!
SEND HELP
SU~PPI~~
~~
Editorially, I wrote this ficlet out by hand and there are a lot of things that just didn't translate into typing.. when Suppi switches from normal to hyper he goes from a flowing cursive into a hasty manuscript, and his trailing off was a pen mark being dragged off the side of the paper, which I had crumpled and beaten like it had gone through thick and thin.