Going Around

||… So yeah… somebody PLEASE tell me I'm not the only one who's wondered as to HOW in the world Spectra is able to walk around with a mask with only ONE eyehole and not hit anything.

Yes… just random musings that turned into a small fic-scene… for some strange reason, I just keep imagine Spectra walking around and around and around and around in a circle… though I think that really only happens to fish or birds with undersized wings or fins… but hey… it was fun to imagine…

So… yes. Here you all go; a small, random piece of crap I wrote when I couldn't think of much else.

||Disclaimer: I do not own Bakugan.

||Spectra, Gus, much OOCness.

||And around, and around, and around, and then a swerve, and a spin, and around again, and off he goes…

"… Master Spectra?"

Ignored.

"Master Spectra…?"

Ignored. Again.

"… Master Spectra, why are you…?"

"Where the hell am I GOING, Gus?!"

Gus could do absolutely NOTHING but blink helplessly against the rising frustration in his master's voice. "… To be honest, Master, I don't really know…"

"This is so POINTLESS!!" Spectra's half-strangled howl shook the very foundations of the room, his impatient footsteps ringing louder and swifter against floor. "It's impossible to tell where I'm going!! I am going to SMITE whoever designed this mask!!"

"O.O" Gus was just… going to… stay out of this… Master Spectra wouldn't notice afterall, he was far too busy going left… and right… spinning around, jerking back, hands flailing wildly in the air for some sort of guide who could help poor, half-blind him, his 'visible' mechanical eye busy flitting around the room and vainly trying to make up for the lack of visibility. And now the blonde was stuck with going around and around in a wavering circle… "MASTER SPECTRA, YOU'RE GOING TO HIT THAT W--"

BAM.

"… Wall," Gus finished weakly, wringing his hands together as Spectra slowly tipped backwards, staggering drunkenly from the sudden corner he had unwittingly run into. "I'm sorry… er, maybe you should get a mask that allows you to see a bit better…"

"… Gus?"

"Yes… Master?"

"I am NOT going to let this mask beat me. I paid far too much to have it built."

"… Of course Master Spectra, I understand…"

Spectra slowly turned his head around, fixing Gus with his single, evil eye. "Do you Gus? Do you really?"

"… Er… yes…?"

Whap. Gus yelped as cold metal suddenly latched itself on his face, obstrucing the vision in his left eye satisfactorily. Jerking his head around wildly, he just managed to catch sight of a blur of red and blonde stomping out of the room. "YOU TRY WALKING AROUND WITH THAT ALL DAY, AND SEE IF YOU CAN UNDERSTAND MY PAIN!!"

"…" He slumped miserably, feet still planted firmly on the ground. "… I don't… want to walk around and look like an idiot…"

It was only by good fortune that Spectra had already left by that last comment.

||… FAIL. … SHORT FAIL.