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esp_dragonFandom: Storm Hawks
Summary: Junko finds a new pet.
Rating: K
Notes: I - I don't even know!! *laughs*
Genre: Crack
Word count: 181
Status: Complete
"Daaw. Aren't you the cutest thing? I'm gonna call you Mr. Woofers," Junko cooed. He looked up from petting his new friend when he heard the door hiss open. "Hey Aerrow, look who wandered onto the Condor. Can I keep him?" he asked, resuming petting the animal when it whined.
"Uh... I dunno, Junko," Aerrow said carefully, looking it over. He hadn't seen anything like it before: it was shaped like a small dog, and acted and sounded like one too. But instead of having a full coat, there were patches of fur here and there, like on its back leg and another one running along the length of its neck. Its skin was a mottled grey, turning purple the lower Aerrow looked. It seemed to be friendly enough, but so had Mr. Cheepers.
The bridge door hissed open again and Stork walked in. Seeing what was sitting on the table, its wagging tail sending papers flying, Stork stared at it, eyes growing wider by the second. He then shrieked at the top of his lungs, pointing at Mr. Woofers.
"Zombie!"
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Not part of the Communication fic I posted yesterday. :)
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Summary: Junko finds a new pet.
Rating: K
Notes: I - I don't even know!! *laughs*
Genre: Crack
Word count: 181
Status: Complete
"Daaw. Aren't you the cutest thing? I'm gonna call you Mr. Woofers," Junko cooed. He looked up from petting his new friend when he heard the door hiss open. "Hey Aerrow, look who wandered onto the Condor. Can I keep him?" he asked, resuming petting the animal when it whined.
"Uh... I dunno, Junko," Aerrow said carefully, looking it over. He hadn't seen anything like it before: it was shaped like a small dog, and acted and sounded like one too. But instead of having a full coat, there were patches of fur here and there, like on its back leg and another one running along the length of its neck. Its skin was a mottled grey, turning purple the lower Aerrow looked. It seemed to be friendly enough, but so had Mr. Cheepers.
The bridge door hissed open again and Stork walked in. Seeing what was sitting on the table, its wagging tail sending papers flying, Stork stared at it, eyes growing wider by the second. He then shrieked at the top of his lungs, pointing at Mr. Woofers.
"Zombie!"
Not part of the Communication fic I posted yesterday. :)
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Date: May. 28th, 2010 01:29 pm (UTC)Mmmm... brain...
;)
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Date: May. 29th, 2010 06:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: May. 28th, 2010 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: May. 29th, 2010 12:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: May. 29th, 2010 06:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: May. 29th, 2010 11:25 pm (UTC)How come it's not trying to eat Junko?
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Date: May. 30th, 2010 06:51 am (UTC)Mr. Woofers is a zombie 'just' in that he's an animated dead without the brain eating and contagiousness. :) So he's just a friendly dog with a less stable body than normal.
Unless something happens, and now the plotbunnies are forming aaaaah!no subject
Date: Jun. 2nd, 2010 09:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Jun. 5th, 2010 09:48 pm (UTC)