Drabble: Monsters Are Real
Title: Monsters Are Real
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: OCs, Weevil.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 492: Fake at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Drunken youths and Weevils don’t mix.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Whassat? Some kinda monster?” one of the youths slurred. All three were well on their way to being completely blotto and were taking a shortcut through an alley to find another bar where they could finish the job after getting thrown out of the last one.
“Nah,” one of his mates replied. “No such thing as monsters; it’s a fake, jus’ some guy inna monster mask.” He raised his voice. “Oi! Bit late for Halloween, ain’t yer?”
“Maybe ‘e’s too ugly ter go out wivout a mask on,” the third youth giggled, just about doubling over from his own wittiness, clutching at one of his friends to stay on his feet.
The masked ‘man’ shuffled towards them, preceded by the ripe smell of garbage, moving into a patch of light from a bare bulb over a doorway. It bared its teeth at them.
“Hey,” the first youth hissed nervously, marginally less drink-sodden than his mates. “Those teeth look real enough. Maybe we should take the long way around.”
“Don’t be daft…”
As the creature suddenly lunged at them, slashing with its claws, their bravado left them and the three youths turned tail, fleeing for home, their night of boozing forgotten.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: OCs, Weevil.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 492: Fake at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Drunken youths and Weevils don’t mix.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Whassat? Some kinda monster?” one of the youths slurred. All three were well on their way to being completely blotto and were taking a shortcut through an alley to find another bar where they could finish the job after getting thrown out of the last one.
“Nah,” one of his mates replied. “No such thing as monsters; it’s a fake, jus’ some guy inna monster mask.” He raised his voice. “Oi! Bit late for Halloween, ain’t yer?”
“Maybe ‘e’s too ugly ter go out wivout a mask on,” the third youth giggled, just about doubling over from his own wittiness, clutching at one of his friends to stay on his feet.
The masked ‘man’ shuffled towards them, preceded by the ripe smell of garbage, moving into a patch of light from a bare bulb over a doorway. It bared its teeth at them.
“Hey,” the first youth hissed nervously, marginally less drink-sodden than his mates. “Those teeth look real enough. Maybe we should take the long way around.”
“Don’t be daft…”
As the creature suddenly lunged at them, slashing with its claws, their bravado left them and the three youths turned tail, fleeing for home, their night of boozing forgotten.
The End