Challenge: Underappreciated Characters
Challenge: Underappreciated Characters
Title: Broken
Word Count: 420 (I seriously did not mean for that to happen guys, it just did.)
Notes: No idea. I might actually submit another one.
“It’s busted,” Chip announced in a little defeated voice.
“You’re so busted if you’re telling the truth,” Dale threatened, as he went over to check the little gadget that Chip had, indeed, busted. They looked at each other before Dale continued, “We’re screwed. They’re going to crash the Gummi!”
“Hey, it’s not my fault he can’t dodge to save his life,” Chip protested moodily, moving away from the broken gizmo to the nut jar they kept handy. Sticking one in his cheek, he proceeded to vent as Dale pawed uselessly at the broken equipment. Finally finishing the nut, Chip finished, “And then they made me their king.”
Distractedly, Dale punched the yellow thing and it bleeped drearily. “Great, we are single-handedly responsible for the universe unraveling. This is awesome.” He sat, pulling his bushy tail around his legs thoughtfully. “No really, this could be great. If the universe all unraveled, we could end up somewhere really cool. A utopia of food.”
Chip shot a look over at his comrade. “I’m supposed to be the irresponsible one. Don’t worry. We can find a replacement part. And maybe he’ll let Donald drive or something, because seriously, have you been watching the screen? I don’t know what drugs he’s on but I want some, because obviously they make you barely lucid and half-blind. Rad.” He went over to the broken piece of equipment. “Maybe they can fly without the radar,” he offered half-heartedly.
“Your sense of optimism is admirable, but I don’t believe you understand the full scope of the situation my friend.”
Sighing in frustration, Chip grabbed one of the nuts and started banging it against the console, hearing the noises in satisfaction. Dale made no move to stop him and the thuds echoed over the workroom. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” he said drolly, still holding his tail and looking around pensively.
The machine suddenly bleeped as it lit up. They looked at each other in amazement as Chip tentatively touched the screen-the radar was back and working, by the looks of it.
Dale tried not to sigh, coming over to the screen. “Fine, ruin my universe idea you blockhead.”
“You know this is for the best,” Chip said, though he couldn’t keep the disappointment out of his voice either as Sora’s voice suddenly filled the room, telling them he was back onboard and ready to take off. Grabbing the little microphone, Chip told him, “You’re all set. And maybe let Donald drive? Because Sora, honestly, you suck.”
Title: Broken
Word Count: 420 (I seriously did not mean for that to happen guys, it just did.)
Notes: No idea. I might actually submit another one.
“It’s busted,” Chip announced in a little defeated voice.
“You’re so busted if you’re telling the truth,” Dale threatened, as he went over to check the little gadget that Chip had, indeed, busted. They looked at each other before Dale continued, “We’re screwed. They’re going to crash the Gummi!”
“Hey, it’s not my fault he can’t dodge to save his life,” Chip protested moodily, moving away from the broken gizmo to the nut jar they kept handy. Sticking one in his cheek, he proceeded to vent as Dale pawed uselessly at the broken equipment. Finally finishing the nut, Chip finished, “And then they made me their king.”
Distractedly, Dale punched the yellow thing and it bleeped drearily. “Great, we are single-handedly responsible for the universe unraveling. This is awesome.” He sat, pulling his bushy tail around his legs thoughtfully. “No really, this could be great. If the universe all unraveled, we could end up somewhere really cool. A utopia of food.”
Chip shot a look over at his comrade. “I’m supposed to be the irresponsible one. Don’t worry. We can find a replacement part. And maybe he’ll let Donald drive or something, because seriously, have you been watching the screen? I don’t know what drugs he’s on but I want some, because obviously they make you barely lucid and half-blind. Rad.” He went over to the broken piece of equipment. “Maybe they can fly without the radar,” he offered half-heartedly.
“Your sense of optimism is admirable, but I don’t believe you understand the full scope of the situation my friend.”
Sighing in frustration, Chip grabbed one of the nuts and started banging it against the console, hearing the noises in satisfaction. Dale made no move to stop him and the thuds echoed over the workroom. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” he said drolly, still holding his tail and looking around pensively.
The machine suddenly bleeped as it lit up. They looked at each other in amazement as Chip tentatively touched the screen-the radar was back and working, by the looks of it.
Dale tried not to sigh, coming over to the screen. “Fine, ruin my universe idea you blockhead.”
“You know this is for the best,” Chip said, though he couldn’t keep the disappointment out of his voice either as Sora’s voice suddenly filled the room, telling them he was back onboard and ready to take off. Grabbing the little microphone, Chip told him, “You’re all set. And maybe let Donald drive? Because Sora, honestly, you suck.”