Prompt 60 fic: Buffy's Other Sister
Title: Buffy's Other Sister
Author: ubiquirk
Words: 750
Rating: G
Characters: Buffy, Willow, Xander, Anya, Dawn, surprise
Prompt: 060 Mary Sue/Gary Stu
A/N: Set towards the end of season 6.
The bell on the Magic Shop’s door jingled, and a gorgeous young woman with flowing blond hair and a radiant smile entered. “Hi, I’m Kiki … uh … Buffy’s sister! Yes, Buffy’s sister.” She smoothed her hands over her kicky Prada ensemble and flashed another megawatt smile as all eyes turned to her.
“But we’ve already got one of those.” Xander pointed to Dawn.
A Dawn who crossed her arms over her chest and whined, “Buffy, I thought I was the only one who got to be your mystical sister. I hate you!” Slumping further in her chair in teenage dejection, she glowered at everyone.
“And who says she’s mystical, anyway?” Anya took a few steps towards the newcomer.
“But I am mystical! I’m a high-powered witch, and I’m also really strong and can fight.” She tossed a long lock of perfect hair over her shoulder and assumed a fighting stance, right fist raised in front.
Willow stood. “Oh, really.”
“Yes, really.” Kiki relaxed and waved a hand towards the books scattered across the circular table. “I also know over twenty demon languages along with ancient Sanskrit, Hebrew, Sumerian, and Aramaean. I can help with research.”
“And you’re Buffy’s sister.” Xander speaks slowly.
“Yes.” A bright flash of exceedingly white teeth.
“How?” Anya asks. “I don’t mean to be rude, but how?”
Kiki stepped forwards, clasping her hands together, lower lip and voice quivering slightly. “Well, see, Joyce and Hank - I mean, Mom and Dad - they had me about a year and a half before Buffy, before they were married. They gave me up for adoption, wanting to finish college before becoming parents. I was raised in an orphanage by very kind nuns before being taken in by warrior Tibetan monks who gave me mystical powers and superior fighting skills.” One perfect tear trembled on her lower eyelashes before slowly running down the center of her cheek.
Buffy, Willow, Xander, and Anya exchanged glances - Dawn too busy sulking to join in - and Buffy said, “Robot?”
“Robot.” The other three echoed, nodding.
Kiki’s eyes widened.
~~~
Buffy entered the training room. “What you got, Will?”
Looking up from a tangle of wires that comprised the inside of the bot’s back, Willow said, “Well, she’s mostly made like the other ones, so that implies Warren, though the wiring isn't as neatly done in places. But the major difference is that she doesn’t have the ability to fully be herself by herself.”
“Say what?” Xander set down Kiki’s head and leaned towards Willow.
“April and the Buffybot were programmed with personalities. Warren built them in. This one only has certain files, like physical movement, including martial arts.”
“Yeah, well, that spinning high kick he gave her wasn’t going to win any trophies - left her wide open.” Buffy smirked.
Xander grinned up at her. “That was so cool how you stepped in and picked her up just like WWF wrestling-”
“Guys!” Willow interrupted. “This is important. She can move on her own, and she does have lots of language dictionaries uploaded, but she … she doesn’t have a personality.” Willow held up a small metal box surrounded by wires. “Instead she has this.”
“I don’t get it.” Buffy’s brow creased as she looked to Xander, who shrugged.
“It’s a remote control, but a sophisticated one. Someone had themselves hooked up to some kind of virtual reality thingy and was kind of … of putting themselves into the bot. Living what it lived.”
“Another way for Warren and them to get us?”
“I don’t know.” Willow frowned down at Kiki. “She just seemed so eager, you know? I can’t see Warren being able to pretend like that.”
They all stared at the head sitting on the floor.
~~~
“What’s gotten into you now?” Andrew flopped into the chair beside Jonathan’s, snatching the yellow bag of tortilla chips from him.
“Hey! Give those back.” Jonathan reached for the bag being held out of his reach, then gave up, sighing.
Andrew crunched on a chip, gaze focusing on the complex helmet sprouting wires that sat at Jonathan’s feet. Grinning, he crowed, “I knew it! I knew it! I knew your VR rig for Final Fantasy wasn’t going to work!”
“Yeah.” Jonathan stood. “Well … screw you!” He ran up the steps, almost knocking over Warren, who had just started down.
“What’s up with pint-sized?”
“Who knows.” Andrew chomped another chip and held the bag out to Warren. “It’s not like he’s really one of us anyway.”
Author: ubiquirk
Words: 750
Rating: G
Characters: Buffy, Willow, Xander, Anya, Dawn, surprise
Prompt: 060 Mary Sue/Gary Stu
A/N: Set towards the end of season 6.
The bell on the Magic Shop’s door jingled, and a gorgeous young woman with flowing blond hair and a radiant smile entered. “Hi, I’m Kiki … uh … Buffy’s sister! Yes, Buffy’s sister.” She smoothed her hands over her kicky Prada ensemble and flashed another megawatt smile as all eyes turned to her.
“But we’ve already got one of those.” Xander pointed to Dawn.
A Dawn who crossed her arms over her chest and whined, “Buffy, I thought I was the only one who got to be your mystical sister. I hate you!” Slumping further in her chair in teenage dejection, she glowered at everyone.
“And who says she’s mystical, anyway?” Anya took a few steps towards the newcomer.
“But I am mystical! I’m a high-powered witch, and I’m also really strong and can fight.” She tossed a long lock of perfect hair over her shoulder and assumed a fighting stance, right fist raised in front.
Willow stood. “Oh, really.”
“Yes, really.” Kiki relaxed and waved a hand towards the books scattered across the circular table. “I also know over twenty demon languages along with ancient Sanskrit, Hebrew, Sumerian, and Aramaean. I can help with research.”
“And you’re Buffy’s sister.” Xander speaks slowly.
“Yes.” A bright flash of exceedingly white teeth.
“How?” Anya asks. “I don’t mean to be rude, but how?”
Kiki stepped forwards, clasping her hands together, lower lip and voice quivering slightly. “Well, see, Joyce and Hank - I mean, Mom and Dad - they had me about a year and a half before Buffy, before they were married. They gave me up for adoption, wanting to finish college before becoming parents. I was raised in an orphanage by very kind nuns before being taken in by warrior Tibetan monks who gave me mystical powers and superior fighting skills.” One perfect tear trembled on her lower eyelashes before slowly running down the center of her cheek.
Buffy, Willow, Xander, and Anya exchanged glances - Dawn too busy sulking to join in - and Buffy said, “Robot?”
“Robot.” The other three echoed, nodding.
Kiki’s eyes widened.
~~~
Buffy entered the training room. “What you got, Will?”
Looking up from a tangle of wires that comprised the inside of the bot’s back, Willow said, “Well, she’s mostly made like the other ones, so that implies Warren, though the wiring isn't as neatly done in places. But the major difference is that she doesn’t have the ability to fully be herself by herself.”
“Say what?” Xander set down Kiki’s head and leaned towards Willow.
“April and the Buffybot were programmed with personalities. Warren built them in. This one only has certain files, like physical movement, including martial arts.”
“Yeah, well, that spinning high kick he gave her wasn’t going to win any trophies - left her wide open.” Buffy smirked.
Xander grinned up at her. “That was so cool how you stepped in and picked her up just like WWF wrestling-”
“Guys!” Willow interrupted. “This is important. She can move on her own, and she does have lots of language dictionaries uploaded, but she … she doesn’t have a personality.” Willow held up a small metal box surrounded by wires. “Instead she has this.”
“I don’t get it.” Buffy’s brow creased as she looked to Xander, who shrugged.
“It’s a remote control, but a sophisticated one. Someone had themselves hooked up to some kind of virtual reality thingy and was kind of … of putting themselves into the bot. Living what it lived.”
“Another way for Warren and them to get us?”
“I don’t know.” Willow frowned down at Kiki. “She just seemed so eager, you know? I can’t see Warren being able to pretend like that.”
They all stared at the head sitting on the floor.
~~~
“What’s gotten into you now?” Andrew flopped into the chair beside Jonathan’s, snatching the yellow bag of tortilla chips from him.
“Hey! Give those back.” Jonathan reached for the bag being held out of his reach, then gave up, sighing.
Andrew crunched on a chip, gaze focusing on the complex helmet sprouting wires that sat at Jonathan’s feet. Grinning, he crowed, “I knew it! I knew it! I knew your VR rig for Final Fantasy wasn’t going to work!”
“Yeah.” Jonathan stood. “Well … screw you!” He ran up the steps, almost knocking over Warren, who had just started down.
“What’s up with pint-sized?”
“Who knows.” Andrew chomped another chip and held the bag out to Warren. “It’s not like he’s really one of us anyway.”