Tales from the Asylum
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I just have too much free time.
This is a short little ficlet I came up with during school one day. The characters are probably slightly off, but this came from my own demented little mind, and not from Marvel. I don't have a title for it as of yet, but since I often do a series of short stories as chapters for a larger story, I named it "Tales from the Asylum" because if I get some good reviews for this one, I may add more later.
Enjoy. And don't forget to review.
One lovely mid-summer's day, the Brotherhood and the X-Men were all hanging out together at the Xavier Asylum…Er…Institute, that is, because that is simply what they do when they're not all trying to kill each other. But they don't tell you about that in the comics, because if they did, sales would most probably drop dramatically.
Ah, yes. The sun was shining, the grass was green, and there was not a cloud in the sky. This was probably mostly Storm's doing, since all around the city there were horribly depressing rain showers and such. Apparently she has a thing for cliché settings. Silly Storm.
Despite what they would have you believe in the comics, Storm and Mystique actually got on rather well together. They walked about, chatting pleasantly. Storm showed Mystique her perfectly green and healthy plants, while Mystique shared funny little anecdotes about life with the Brotherhood.
But of course, life is not always so peaceful, and especially not at the Asylum—BLAST!—Institute! INSTITUTE! I will get it right, I promise you.
Anywho, they soon heard a loud scuffling sort of noise coming from behind one of the doors. Storm usually would have dismissed it as Jean and another one of her crazy mass orgies, but something told her differently today.
She pushed the door open, and inside they found Toad and Nightcrawler, beating the ever-living piss out of one another. This might have been somewhat normal behaviour, except that today should have been semi-peaceful…or something, so they decided to put a stop to it.
"What is the meaning of this!" Mystique demanded.
Suddenly, the two lads stopped fighting and looked at the women standing in the doorway, one looking slightly confused, and the other looking absolutely furious, as Toad had been under strict orders not to go off on a random killing spree or anything. Haha. Silly Toad.
The green one looked thoughtful for a moment, then cocked his head to look at Kurt.
"Er…Why were we doin' this again, mate?"
Nightcrawler also looked thoughtful. Then he got up, dusted himself off, and looked at Storm.
"Vell…You see, ve don't exactly remember," and he made sure to give her one of his cheesiest innocent grins.
And with that, he and Toad left the room to go eat pizza and chat like old friends.
As you can see, I have a very odd since of humour. I hope you all liked it. Tell me if I should write more. I've got a million ideas.
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P.S. Upon reviewing this at a later date...I realize that I'm a total jerk. But whatever. Love me! Review my stories!