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trickyoutwice) wrote2013-07-23 01:44 am
trickyoutwice) wrote2013-07-23 01:44 am
3rd trick; (voice)
[The setting of the story: A dark and stormy perfectly lovely evening where all good boys and girls are safely tucked away in their beds, dreaming of Mareeps. However, one of the heros of this story (neither of them, in fact) is a good little boy, and the middle of the night sees Niou groggily getting out of bed and trudging down the hall for the bathroom, too half-asleep to even rub the grit out of his eyes.
Which is why it might be understandable that when he flips on the light switch and sees a giant purple Sharpedo grinning very, very toothily at him from the bathtub, he blinks and flips off the lights again. And then turns them back on.
Yeah, the killer shark thing that’d decided upon first sight that he was a tasty treat is still there, still showing way too many razor-sharp teeth. This time, Niou takes a step back, slams the door, and does what any sensible young man in his position would do: shrieks bloody murder for his partner so he’s not the only one miserably awake and dealing with this shit.]
Yagyuu! YAGYUU! The shark’s in the bathroom!
[Naturally, Yagyuu is not currently awake to be hearing this; Yagyuu is at the moment sleeping quite peacefully in his bed, dreaming ofmushroom sugarplum fairies and Seigaku losing miserably at middle-school tennis tournaments. However, at the sound of Niou’s frantic shout, he jolts upright and instinctively grabs for his glasses, already half out of bed by the time he’s managed to get them opened and on his face.
Unfortunately, that blind and hurried grab had the misfortune of jolting most of the contents of the table, which in turn knocked into someone’s Gear; the point where it hits the ground and switches on roughly coincides with the moment when Yagyuu’s made it into the hall, which means the recording for the network’s consumption begins just in time to hear: ]
What do you mean, the shark’s in the bathroom? It’s not supposed to—
[A DOOR CREAKS OPEN, THEN ABRUPTLY SLAMS SHUT AGAIN.]
...The shark’s in the bathroom.
Yep. [Having a compatriot to his not-freaking-out restores at least some of Niou’s usual cool, so he manages stunned instead of JESUS CHRIST IT’S ALION SHARK GET IN THE CAR.] Sure is.
[There’s a pause and the sound of footsteps as Niou pads closer to the door again and opens it a crack to peer inside.]
How the fuck did the shark get to the bathroom? There’s stairs.
[Before any more brilliant commentary can be added, something growls and Niou screams as the shark leverages itself out of the bathtub and makes a determined lunge straight for his face, accompanied by the sound of cracking, splintering wood as it propels itself right into the door— and gets stuck in a neat, shark-shaped hole halfway through.
Fortunately, quick reflexes on Yagyuu’s part (honed from years of tennis and supplemented by over two years of stupid Pokemon incidents like this one) save the day, and the thud of bodies hitting the floor quickly follows as he unceremoniously grabs Niou by the collar and forcibly hurls them both backwards, away from the door and the shark now snapping ineffectually in the middle of it.]
...Do you suppose it’s — ah...stuck? There? In the...
[No, but really, though, HOLY SHIT.
Meanwhile, the rapid skittering of sixty-four fuzzy little sets of toenails clicking against floorboards abruptly begins to ring out, sounding like a cross between Flight of the Bumblebee as performed on a typewriter and a Chicago Typewriter gunning down a mass of bumblebees. It is, evidently, Yagyuu’s Eevee Battalion, rushing the scene with a single desperate thought dominating every one of their fuzzy little brains:
GRANDPA MIGHT BE IN TROUBLE.
Clearly the only thing to do is to storm the scene in a mass stampede and find out.]
Do we really wanna wait to find ou— ack!
[Niou, sadly still unaccustomed to the warning signs of a full on Eevee rush, gets bowled over by the stampede just as he’s managed to brush himself off and climb to his feet. He goes down squawking in a wild flail of limbs and only manages to dig himself out of the newly installed carpet of furry bodies, only to yelp and scramble back as he finds himself once again in far too close quarters with his nemesis the shark.
If he’s using Yagyuu for cover at this point, well, luckily for the sake of his dignity, no one can actually see it.]
...they’re kinda late for a rescue. [If he acts like he didn’t nearly just leap into Yagyuu’s arms, then it didn’t happen, right? Right.]
“Rescue” isn’t the word I would use an—
[And there’s probably more conversation ensuing from that point on, but it’s not like the Gear’s microphone can pick any of it up, what with the newly-arrived cacophony of clicking nails, rustling fur, and sixteen bitty Eeveelutions yapping incessantly at the snarling, trapped glittershark in their midst.]
Which is why it might be understandable that when he flips on the light switch and sees a giant purple Sharpedo grinning very, very toothily at him from the bathtub, he blinks and flips off the lights again. And then turns them back on.
Yeah, the killer shark thing that’d decided upon first sight that he was a tasty treat is still there, still showing way too many razor-sharp teeth. This time, Niou takes a step back, slams the door, and does what any sensible young man in his position would do: shrieks bloody murder for his partner so he’s not the only one miserably awake and dealing with this shit.]
Yagyuu! YAGYUU! The shark’s in the bathroom!
[Naturally, Yagyuu is not currently awake to be hearing this; Yagyuu is at the moment sleeping quite peacefully in his bed, dreaming of
Unfortunately, that blind and hurried grab had the misfortune of jolting most of the contents of the table, which in turn knocked into someone’s Gear; the point where it hits the ground and switches on roughly coincides with the moment when Yagyuu’s made it into the hall, which means the recording for the network’s consumption begins just in time to hear: ]
What do you mean, the shark’s in the bathroom? It’s not supposed to—
[A DOOR CREAKS OPEN, THEN ABRUPTLY SLAMS SHUT AGAIN.]
...The shark’s in the bathroom.
Yep. [Having a compatriot to his not-freaking-out restores at least some of Niou’s usual cool, so he manages stunned instead of JESUS CHRIST IT’S A
[There’s a pause and the sound of footsteps as Niou pads closer to the door again and opens it a crack to peer inside.]
How the fuck did the shark get to the bathroom? There’s stairs.
[Before any more brilliant commentary can be added, something growls and Niou screams as the shark leverages itself out of the bathtub and makes a determined lunge straight for his face, accompanied by the sound of cracking, splintering wood as it propels itself right into the door— and gets stuck in a neat, shark-shaped hole halfway through.
Fortunately, quick reflexes on Yagyuu’s part (honed from years of tennis and supplemented by over two years of stupid Pokemon incidents like this one) save the day, and the thud of bodies hitting the floor quickly follows as he unceremoniously grabs Niou by the collar and forcibly hurls them both backwards, away from the door and the shark now snapping ineffectually in the middle of it.]
...Do you suppose it’s — ah...stuck? There? In the...
[No, but really, though, HOLY SHIT.
Meanwhile, the rapid skittering of sixty-four fuzzy little sets of toenails clicking against floorboards abruptly begins to ring out, sounding like a cross between Flight of the Bumblebee as performed on a typewriter and a Chicago Typewriter gunning down a mass of bumblebees. It is, evidently, Yagyuu’s Eevee Battalion, rushing the scene with a single desperate thought dominating every one of their fuzzy little brains:
GRANDPA MIGHT BE IN TROUBLE.
Clearly the only thing to do is to storm the scene in a mass stampede and find out.]
Do we really wanna wait to find ou— ack!
[Niou, sadly still unaccustomed to the warning signs of a full on Eevee rush, gets bowled over by the stampede just as he’s managed to brush himself off and climb to his feet. He goes down squawking in a wild flail of limbs and only manages to dig himself out of the newly installed carpet of furry bodies, only to yelp and scramble back as he finds himself once again in far too close quarters with his nemesis the shark.
If he’s using Yagyuu for cover at this point, well, luckily for the sake of his dignity, no one can actually see it.]
...they’re kinda late for a rescue. [If he acts like he didn’t nearly just leap into Yagyuu’s arms, then it didn’t happen, right? Right.]
“Rescue” isn’t the word I would use an—
[And there’s probably more conversation ensuing from that point on, but it’s not like the Gear’s microphone can pick any of it up, what with the newly-arrived cacophony of clicking nails, rustling fur, and sixteen bitty Eeveelutions yapping incessantly at the snarling, trapped glittershark in their midst.]
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You should sound way more impressed, it was a near thing. In fact, I want a cake.
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[Sorry, Niou, now Jack is gonna have to laugh at you some more.]
You got saved by what sounded like a herd of chihuahuas, and you want a cake for it?
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[And Jack gets a wide, obnoxious smile for his amusement. Niou's come to terms with being indebted to the Eevee horde — at least they're good for something other than dog piling him, and if the shark gets ideas again, he's pretty sure he can nudge one closer to it as a distraction while Yagyuu's not looking. Besides, it's been a stressful night. He's passed straight on from freaked out and into copacetic.]
I like chocolate.
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[Nope, not getting a cake, sorry, Niou. Although at this rate, Jack might very well order one to be delivered at some point just as a joke. It might be chocolate. It might not even have anything wrong with it.]
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[But will it have a tiny, adorable shark drawn on it in purple frosting?]
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If there's a cake at all, of course. Which there might not be.]
How did you end up with a glittery purple shark in the bathroom in the first place?
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Also there is totally going to be cake.]
Hell if I know. Last I saw the thing was when it tried to bite my face off in the backyard pool. Maybe it learned how to fly or something.
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There MIGHT be cake. Maybe.]
...Okay, that is terrifying.