One-shot dedicated to Tatie Cumberscott from twitter ( kittygrimm)
Disclaimer: Me No own...but the essay I should be doing while I type this yea I own that...
It was a cold and stormy night...
No...
Once upon a time...
This is not a children's book...
Anyway this is a story about two boys very different in upbringing, both raised in riches, one raised of earth, one raised of Asgard.
The likelihood of these two meeting appeared to be very slim, but as the earth boy was an ever so curious creature he could not help himself when rumors of an alien invasion in america reached his ever listening ears.
Upon the first whisper of something as interesting as the alien invasion he swept of to america immediately with his brothers ID safely in his pocket.
Stowing away on the ship was surprisingly easy...getting around on the ship was just as easy, obviously his brother was higher up than he'd thought.
Copying everything that could ever be of any kind of interest or use to a secure usb as he navigated through the labs avoiding the one with a man whom was somewhat familiar but he was unable to put a name to the face.
Moving past the labs down to what appeared to be a containment unit.
A man as tall as he himself was if not slightly taller dressed in what he would call most peculiar clothing choices. Black and green leather amour. Strange clothing choices indeed.
"Have they sent someone to interrogate me now?" The man spoke with a clearly english accented voice. "It won't do any good as I have sent the Tesseract away where I do not know."
"It's not necessary for me to interrogate you when I already know anything I could need to." he said. The man in the glass cage raised his eyebrow clear indication that he didn't believe him and was challenging him to prove it, well that's how it appeared to Sherlock.
"You're most likely the leader of that alien invasion that I've been hearing things about, you're clearly doing this to get back at someone close to you not your farther though more likely the brother you always felt inferior to because he was favored by your farther, well not your biological farther you were adopted, found it out quiet recently if your stance is anything to go by. You've always strived for your adopted farther's approval as he favored your elder brother over you since you didn't fit the mould of what he wanted you to be, honestly not unlike myself with my elder brother though we never took it so far as to try and take over a whole world."
"Leave." The man in the cage said barely suppressed anger bubbling at the surface.
Sherlock gladly took his advice and left with a self satisfied smirk on his face as he left the helicarrier to return to his hotel to study what he found before he traveled back to london the next day.
The End! Only joking.
Once upon a time there was a boy called Anton. He was sooooo blue haired that one day some one called Flo threw mayonnaise at him and he quit life. Afterwards, every one ran away to mexico because of a scandalous affair between mercury and a set of drums. Even later every one had a massive party but some one decided to accidentally the beer (Oscar) SO EVERY ONE DECIDED TO BOIL HIM ALIVE IN A VAT OF HAIR JELL. Luckily for him, chomp ate all of the hair jell earlier due to her being confused about beer so every one just had a mayonnaise party, apart from Oscar who snook out to have a sneaky thwack dickie with Mercury in his bedroom. In the mean time, Allison was devising a plan so despicable and eeeeevil that the plan spontaneously combusted, so she thought to try and get a backup reliably stored on Oscar's laptop. But, Oscar was still having his session of "afternoon tea time" with mercury and walked in on them. That was bad enough, but even worse when Anton, Flo, Chomp, Mouse, Bandit, Pepper, Paper towel, Ozzy Osbourne, Santa Claus, England and Canada (Surgically attached to the hip) and some stranger named Steve climbed out of his wardrobe. Then they all throw mayonnaise (which you all know attracts magical creatures) and got eaten by a giant unicorn. The (official) end.
Love
Randomer
P.s. Little end story by my friend Laura and her characters.
