Author: The Elfmaniac (Erin)
Rating: T, for language
Pairings: none.
Summary: "No, Mr. Scarface," he mumbled, defiance sparking in his eyes.
Disclaimer: Obviously don't own the comic, nor am I making any money off of this story.
Special Thanks: Elle. Per usual.
This is a drabble. (:
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"No, Mr. Scarface," he mumbled, defiance sparking in his eyes. The meek man looked down at his hand, where the dummy (gummy) was, bespectacled eyes boring into the wooden ones that the dummy had.
"What?" the dummy asked, accent tugging at his voice. It was grating, the voice making Arnold's ears burn, making his eyes water. He never quite knew how the control had been lost, how he had succumbed to a face carved in a block of wood. Especially one with that terrible of an accent.
Despite the fact that he longed to rid himself of this dummy, longed to throw him in a fire, hotter than Hell itself, he said nothing. Arnold peered down at Scarface yet again, the dummy that had all the power. It was so queer-- he supposed the lack of emotions always helped. Not getting oneself emotionally involved in the crime.
"I said, 'what'? Are you fucking deaf, gummy?" Scarface hissed out, in deadly, no-nonsense tones.
"Sorry, Mr. Scarface. No, Mr. Scarface."
"No, what?"
"No, I'm not deaf, Mr. Scarface."
The power Arnold had felt disappeared quickly. He cleared his throat after a few moments, wetting his lips.
"I meant, yes, Mr. Scarface."
"Good."
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