Fic: To a Squirrel Chapter 1
Title: To a Squirrel at Kyle-na-no
Rating: PG
Fandom: Ice Age
To a Squirrel at Kyle-na-no
CHAPTER ONE
This is an AU fic set at a highschool. All the major characters from both films will be here.
Manny - senior (18)
Sid - freshman (15)
So please, read on, enjoy.
*
Manfred was tall. As in, really, really tall.
He towered over his peers, an intimidating site with those broad shoulders, stoic face and floppy red-brown hair. It was a chiseled sort of look, and many of the younger, rattier kids said he looked like some left over from the Stone Age. But with his impenetrable wall, and his lack of enthusiasm for, well, anything, students were soon to relate him more to the Ice Age. Manfred tended to agree.
His ‘buddy’ however, was tall and lanky, with a body he hadn’t yet grown into and big blue eyes that were too far apart. Dirty black hair lay atop a pale as snow face. First impressions? The kid was a freak. They’d eat him alive.
The boy sort of waddled over, those long, skinny legs lost in too-big jeans. “Howdy.”
Manfred stared. His voice was nasally.
“Siegfried Osmond, at your service.” The kid did an awkward sort of bow, giving a lop-sided grin as he did it.
“Your parents were cruel.” With that Manfred turned around, shunning the waves of freshmen, as well as the one he was to care for, and skulked into the crowd.
“You can call me Sid.” The boy said, glancing at the crowd, before trailing after the older boy.
They continue the death march in utter silence, well, almost. Sid mutters and rambles a persistent stream of verbal diarrhea. The kid uses elaborate hand gestures to further whatever the hell it is he’s talking about.
“How about you, big guy. Gotta name?”
“Manfred.”
Sid stopped dead in his tracks, checking the other boys face for any hint of a joke. Not finding anything on the sullen face, the freshman flashes a brief look of disgust.
“Ewwww, and you said my parents were cruel. Well don’t fret, my hulky friend. I shall save you from a future of name-mockery. Hmm…” He paused, making a show of deep thought. “How about ‘Manny, the mammoth-boy.’ Oh! Or ‘Manny, the morose, the melancholy, the mean.” ‘Manny’ shot him a glare. “Hey, I know-where are we?”
Manfred rolled his eyes as Sid gestured frantically at their surroundings. This didn’t look like St. Peter’s Highschool anymore, Toto.
“Look, kid.”
“Sid.” The other corrected him.
“Whatever. I have no intention of playing babysitter to some whiny brat of a freshman. I got sucked into this job by the school, not of my own free will, trust me. So to save us both the pain of having to pretend we tolerate each other, you can go back to the school, and I’ll regain my sanity by skipping morning homeroom.” Manfred didn’t wait for a response, instead opting to storm off down the street.
Sid stood, blinked and tilted his head. “How rude.” And with that, he wandered back into the school grounds.
*
Manfred grimaced inwardly at the schoolyard chant of “FIGHT”. Lunch was always fun at St. Peter’s, and this time it came in the form of some moron challenging one of the Rhino brothers - Frank from the sounds of it.
He wouldn’t have gotten involved (he usually didn’t) had it not been for the all-too-familiar quivering mess now sheltered behind him.
“Hand over the freak, asswipe.”
“I wouldn’t be making demands if I were so low on the social food chain, Rhino.”
Frank Rhino was a junior, short, bulky, with attitude pouring out of his ass, and his brother, Carl, a senior, was no more refined.
“Says you, Torelli.” Frank snarled, edging slowly closer to make a grab at the kid behind Manfred.
“Why don’t you piss off, or I’ll shove this lunch tray up your nose.”
The crowd ‘oohed’, and it was all Manfred could do not to laugh at the stupidity and predictability of his peers.
Sadly, Frank had never been the sharpest tool in the shed, thus bared his teeth and charged, fists at the ready. Carl mimicked, just a few paces behind.
Manfred groaned, grabbing the back of Frank’s t-shirt and thrusting him backwards into Carl. Their audience laughed as the brothers fell, tumbling over one another.
“This isn’t over.” Carl yelled, getting up to leave.
“Yes it is.” Manfred stated, unamused.
The crowd dispersed quickly after that, moving on to the next bout of entertainment for the day. Before he knew it, Sid was in front of him, hand up in the air, awaiting what could only be a high-five.
“Boo-YAH! We showed them huh, Manny?”
“I showed them, and my name is Manfred, not Manny.”
“Same thing. This your table?” Sid asked, sitting down.
“Not anymore.” Manfred picked up his tray, honest in his move.
“Hey, wait up! C’mon, you seem to be alone, and hey, so am I. Besides, we make quite the team if you ask me.”
“No, I make quite the bodyguard and you make quite the quivering, pathetic coward.”
Sid nodded, agreeing, leaving his tray on the table. Manfred did a quick look around the hall, only to discover that there were no more free tables, thus plonked his stuff back down. Clearly seeing this as something it wasn’t, Sid grinned from ear-to-ear before starting a long, rambling discussion that Manfred easily tuned out.
Getting rid of the bugger would be harder than he’d thought.
*
Please r and r.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Ice Age
To a Squirrel at Kyle-na-no
CHAPTER ONE
This is an AU fic set at a highschool. All the major characters from both films will be here.
Manny - senior (18)
Sid - freshman (15)
So please, read on, enjoy.
*
Manfred was tall. As in, really, really tall.
He towered over his peers, an intimidating site with those broad shoulders, stoic face and floppy red-brown hair. It was a chiseled sort of look, and many of the younger, rattier kids said he looked like some left over from the Stone Age. But with his impenetrable wall, and his lack of enthusiasm for, well, anything, students were soon to relate him more to the Ice Age. Manfred tended to agree.
His ‘buddy’ however, was tall and lanky, with a body he hadn’t yet grown into and big blue eyes that were too far apart. Dirty black hair lay atop a pale as snow face. First impressions? The kid was a freak. They’d eat him alive.
The boy sort of waddled over, those long, skinny legs lost in too-big jeans. “Howdy.”
Manfred stared. His voice was nasally.
“Siegfried Osmond, at your service.” The kid did an awkward sort of bow, giving a lop-sided grin as he did it.
“Your parents were cruel.” With that Manfred turned around, shunning the waves of freshmen, as well as the one he was to care for, and skulked into the crowd.
“You can call me Sid.” The boy said, glancing at the crowd, before trailing after the older boy.
They continue the death march in utter silence, well, almost. Sid mutters and rambles a persistent stream of verbal diarrhea. The kid uses elaborate hand gestures to further whatever the hell it is he’s talking about.
“How about you, big guy. Gotta name?”
“Manfred.”
Sid stopped dead in his tracks, checking the other boys face for any hint of a joke. Not finding anything on the sullen face, the freshman flashes a brief look of disgust.
“Ewwww, and you said my parents were cruel. Well don’t fret, my hulky friend. I shall save you from a future of name-mockery. Hmm…” He paused, making a show of deep thought. “How about ‘Manny, the mammoth-boy.’ Oh! Or ‘Manny, the morose, the melancholy, the mean.” ‘Manny’ shot him a glare. “Hey, I know-where are we?”
Manfred rolled his eyes as Sid gestured frantically at their surroundings. This didn’t look like St. Peter’s Highschool anymore, Toto.
“Look, kid.”
“Sid.” The other corrected him.
“Whatever. I have no intention of playing babysitter to some whiny brat of a freshman. I got sucked into this job by the school, not of my own free will, trust me. So to save us both the pain of having to pretend we tolerate each other, you can go back to the school, and I’ll regain my sanity by skipping morning homeroom.” Manfred didn’t wait for a response, instead opting to storm off down the street.
Sid stood, blinked and tilted his head. “How rude.” And with that, he wandered back into the school grounds.
*
Manfred grimaced inwardly at the schoolyard chant of “FIGHT”. Lunch was always fun at St. Peter’s, and this time it came in the form of some moron challenging one of the Rhino brothers - Frank from the sounds of it.
He wouldn’t have gotten involved (he usually didn’t) had it not been for the all-too-familiar quivering mess now sheltered behind him.
“Hand over the freak, asswipe.”
“I wouldn’t be making demands if I were so low on the social food chain, Rhino.”
Frank Rhino was a junior, short, bulky, with attitude pouring out of his ass, and his brother, Carl, a senior, was no more refined.
“Says you, Torelli.” Frank snarled, edging slowly closer to make a grab at the kid behind Manfred.
“Why don’t you piss off, or I’ll shove this lunch tray up your nose.”
The crowd ‘oohed’, and it was all Manfred could do not to laugh at the stupidity and predictability of his peers.
Sadly, Frank had never been the sharpest tool in the shed, thus bared his teeth and charged, fists at the ready. Carl mimicked, just a few paces behind.
Manfred groaned, grabbing the back of Frank’s t-shirt and thrusting him backwards into Carl. Their audience laughed as the brothers fell, tumbling over one another.
“This isn’t over.” Carl yelled, getting up to leave.
“Yes it is.” Manfred stated, unamused.
The crowd dispersed quickly after that, moving on to the next bout of entertainment for the day. Before he knew it, Sid was in front of him, hand up in the air, awaiting what could only be a high-five.
“Boo-YAH! We showed them huh, Manny?”
“I showed them, and my name is Manfred, not Manny.”
“Same thing. This your table?” Sid asked, sitting down.
“Not anymore.” Manfred picked up his tray, honest in his move.
“Hey, wait up! C’mon, you seem to be alone, and hey, so am I. Besides, we make quite the team if you ask me.”
“No, I make quite the bodyguard and you make quite the quivering, pathetic coward.”
Sid nodded, agreeing, leaving his tray on the table. Manfred did a quick look around the hall, only to discover that there were no more free tables, thus plonked his stuff back down. Clearly seeing this as something it wasn’t, Sid grinned from ear-to-ear before starting a long, rambling discussion that Manfred easily tuned out.
Getting rid of the bugger would be harder than he’d thought.
*
Please r and r.