Post by amosunther on Jun 9, 2006 8:29:17 GMT
Umm... I wasn't sure if this thread should have been in the KND Fanfiction board, so I placed it here instead, since there were hardly any traces of KND in them. ^^; (Except the OCs were supposedly in the KND organizartion.)
These are mostly revolved around my own OC, Toast, but I plan on making other OC drabbles too! ;D
Now, on to the show!
Thirty minutes ago, Taffy’s room had been organized and neat. All his books were stacked accordingly along the shelf in alphabetical order, as were his small collection of crossword puzzles aligned below it, and his room overall was a picture of neatness that would have made Mr. Clean, himself, proud.
But thirty minutes ago, his room didn’t have a hyperactive, possibly psychotic, red ball of energy in it.
“Taffeee!!!” came her purposely high-pitched drawl from across the room, “Thanks for letting me come with you to your workplace!” And the sound of something breaking promptly followed.
Letting? More like pestering me… he thought to himself as he tried to focus on his paperwork. Why the hell did he let her come with him anyway?
“Er… yeah, Toast. Sure… It’s kinda messy in here ‘cause I’m still doing some arranging… Just don’t bother people around!” … Especially me!
Her reply was an unconvincing “Okaaay…”
There was a momentary silence, but it was broken by the red-head’s occasional “AIIYEE!!”s, “Wooww!!”s. and “KEWL!!”s of delight. Taffy swore the girl liked seeing him pissed off (He was right, of course…).
“And keep down the noise,” he warned. The “Okie-Dokie!” she gave was as equally unconvincing as her “Okaay…” earlier.
Somehow, by a miracle sent from above, Toast had actually been silent. Hums, whistles, and the ocassional “lalalala...”s were the only sounds coming out of her.
And this scared him. A lot. He, being the calculating boy that he was, mentally guessed that in approximately…
Three…
Two…
One…
“OOOH! COFFEE!”
… Toast would be hyper again. Damnit.
“And… and… PAPERWEIGHTS! LOVE!”
He grind his teeth.
“Toast…”
“AAIIYYEEE! Oh my gosh…!”
His grip on his pencil tightened.
“CRUMBS! AND IS THAT A TOASTER OVER THERE? *SQUEE* And books! I should REALLY read one of those some day... OH! And a toy car, a peice of paper, a box of gum... Baby pictures! … And… and… WOW! NAILFILES! SO COOL!”
The poor pencil finally gave in and snapped along with its owner’s sanity.
...
...
W-wait! BABY PICTURES?!
And there you have it! The first of a series of unrelated drabbles! ;D
Also, Taffy belongs to Nella. Both of them are delicious, I tell you...
These are mostly revolved around my own OC, Toast, but I plan on making other OC drabbles too! ;D
Now, on to the show!
Thirty minutes ago, Taffy’s room had been organized and neat. All his books were stacked accordingly along the shelf in alphabetical order, as were his small collection of crossword puzzles aligned below it, and his room overall was a picture of neatness that would have made Mr. Clean, himself, proud.
But thirty minutes ago, his room didn’t have a hyperactive, possibly psychotic, red ball of energy in it.
“Taffeee!!!” came her purposely high-pitched drawl from across the room, “Thanks for letting me come with you to your workplace!” And the sound of something breaking promptly followed.
Letting? More like pestering me… he thought to himself as he tried to focus on his paperwork. Why the hell did he let her come with him anyway?
“Er… yeah, Toast. Sure… It’s kinda messy in here ‘cause I’m still doing some arranging… Just don’t bother people around!” … Especially me!
Her reply was an unconvincing “Okaaay…”
There was a momentary silence, but it was broken by the red-head’s occasional “AIIYEE!!”s, “Wooww!!”s. and “KEWL!!”s of delight. Taffy swore the girl liked seeing him pissed off (He was right, of course…).
“And keep down the noise,” he warned. The “Okie-Dokie!” she gave was as equally unconvincing as her “Okaay…” earlier.
Somehow, by a miracle sent from above, Toast had actually been silent. Hums, whistles, and the ocassional “lalalala...”s were the only sounds coming out of her.
And this scared him. A lot. He, being the calculating boy that he was, mentally guessed that in approximately…
Three…
Two…
One…
“OOOH! COFFEE!”
… Toast would be hyper again. Damnit.
“And… and… PAPERWEIGHTS! LOVE!”
He grind his teeth.
“Toast…”
“AAIIYYEEE! Oh my gosh…!”
His grip on his pencil tightened.
“CRUMBS! AND IS THAT A TOASTER OVER THERE? *SQUEE* And books! I should REALLY read one of those some day... OH! And a toy car, a peice of paper, a box of gum... Baby pictures! … And… and… WOW! NAILFILES! SO COOL!”
The poor pencil finally gave in and snapped along with its owner’s sanity.
...
...
W-wait! BABY PICTURES?!
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And there you have it! The first of a series of unrelated drabbles! ;D
Also, Taffy belongs to Nella. Both of them are delicious, I tell you...