Post by Barrel on Feb 21, 2007 21:46:11 GMT -8
Okay, I was bored and decided to write a short one-shot involving prompt #1: LS&B when they were toddlers/younger. Here ya go!
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Screams and yells filled the air. It was naptime. The only female of the group, Shock was three years old. She wore a dark purple dress and her favorite hat, insisting that she was a witch. Next was Lock, who was two years old. He had recently been toilet-trained, and bragged about it... to anyone who would listen. He had a small tail poking out of the seat of his long pajamas, which were a bright red. The last boy was barely one year old, and went by the name of Barrel. He wore a long-sleeve black flannel shirt and a diaper, a pacifier in his mouth. It was winter on that particular day, and the three were supposed to be napping.
Shock crossed her arms and glared at the wall. The little devil-boy, Lock, had stolen her protective blanket again. She knew it was him because Barrel was crawling towards her while dragging HIS blanket, which had a bone-like pattern on it. "LOCK!" Shock screeched, rubbing her arms. It was cold, and she was quickly growing annoyed.
The mentioned devil poked his head into the room, his curled-up bangs looking exactly like devil horns. "Yes?" he giggled, knowing exactly what Shock wanted.
"Gimme my blanket, dummy!" Shock frowned.
"No w-" Lock began, then shrieked, "OWW!" He had been hit in the head by Barrel's pacifier. "Barrel! What was that for!?" he snarled.
The little ghoul-boy giggled. "Lock was a vewwy bad boy!" he grinned.
Lock glared at Barrel, then smirked. "I may be a bad boy, but I know where the sugar is!" He grinned as Barrel quickly crawled over to him, wide-eyed.
"You know where it is, bestest devil in the whole town?" Barrel asked. He looked up and frowned when he saw Lock holding the jar of sugar high above his head. Without hesitation, Barrel clutched the sleeves of Lock's pajamas tightly and pulled himself to his feet, swaying.
Lock's eyes were wide. "Shock! Look at Barrel!" he gasped. "He's standing! Maybe he's gonna walk!" He took a few steps backward.
Barrel lurched forward, waving his arms wildly but staying upright. He took a small step towards Lock, then another, his eyes never leaving the sugar jar. Lock slowly bent down and picked up Barrel's pacifier, holding it in front of him like it was pink or fluffy. As soon as Lock stood back up, Barrel fell over, his lower lip quivering. Barrel had almost reached the jar... but missed. Barrel sniffled.
"Oh, for the love of dirt!" Shock growled as she snatched the jar and pacifier from Lock. She unscrewed the lid and dipped the pacifier into the sugar, giving the pacifier back to Barrel. "There you go! You're a good boy! Yes you are!" she said in a baby voice, giggling and patting Barrel on the head.
Lock pouted and crossed his arms. "What's so special about Barrel? He's not even potty-trained!" he grumbled.
"That's 'cause he's only one year old, dummy!" Shock replied.
"YOU'RE the dummy!" Lock growled back.
"Nuh-uh!" A fight started, and Barrel watched with wide eyes, sucking on his sugar-coated pacifier. When I grow up, I'm gonna be just like Lock and Shock! he thought happily.
FINI.
How do y'all like it?
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Screams and yells filled the air. It was naptime. The only female of the group, Shock was three years old. She wore a dark purple dress and her favorite hat, insisting that she was a witch. Next was Lock, who was two years old. He had recently been toilet-trained, and bragged about it... to anyone who would listen. He had a small tail poking out of the seat of his long pajamas, which were a bright red. The last boy was barely one year old, and went by the name of Barrel. He wore a long-sleeve black flannel shirt and a diaper, a pacifier in his mouth. It was winter on that particular day, and the three were supposed to be napping.
Shock crossed her arms and glared at the wall. The little devil-boy, Lock, had stolen her protective blanket again. She knew it was him because Barrel was crawling towards her while dragging HIS blanket, which had a bone-like pattern on it. "LOCK!" Shock screeched, rubbing her arms. It was cold, and she was quickly growing annoyed.
The mentioned devil poked his head into the room, his curled-up bangs looking exactly like devil horns. "Yes?" he giggled, knowing exactly what Shock wanted.
"Gimme my blanket, dummy!" Shock frowned.
"No w-" Lock began, then shrieked, "OWW!" He had been hit in the head by Barrel's pacifier. "Barrel! What was that for!?" he snarled.
The little ghoul-boy giggled. "Lock was a vewwy bad boy!" he grinned.
Lock glared at Barrel, then smirked. "I may be a bad boy, but I know where the sugar is!" He grinned as Barrel quickly crawled over to him, wide-eyed.
"You know where it is, bestest devil in the whole town?" Barrel asked. He looked up and frowned when he saw Lock holding the jar of sugar high above his head. Without hesitation, Barrel clutched the sleeves of Lock's pajamas tightly and pulled himself to his feet, swaying.
Lock's eyes were wide. "Shock! Look at Barrel!" he gasped. "He's standing! Maybe he's gonna walk!" He took a few steps backward.
Barrel lurched forward, waving his arms wildly but staying upright. He took a small step towards Lock, then another, his eyes never leaving the sugar jar. Lock slowly bent down and picked up Barrel's pacifier, holding it in front of him like it was pink or fluffy. As soon as Lock stood back up, Barrel fell over, his lower lip quivering. Barrel had almost reached the jar... but missed. Barrel sniffled.
"Oh, for the love of dirt!" Shock growled as she snatched the jar and pacifier from Lock. She unscrewed the lid and dipped the pacifier into the sugar, giving the pacifier back to Barrel. "There you go! You're a good boy! Yes you are!" she said in a baby voice, giggling and patting Barrel on the head.
Lock pouted and crossed his arms. "What's so special about Barrel? He's not even potty-trained!" he grumbled.
"That's 'cause he's only one year old, dummy!" Shock replied.
"YOU'RE the dummy!" Lock growled back.
"Nuh-uh!" A fight started, and Barrel watched with wide eyes, sucking on his sugar-coated pacifier. When I grow up, I'm gonna be just like Lock and Shock! he thought happily.
FINI.
How do y'all like it?