General Craziness by the way of Gunsmoke.
Yes, this will hopefully be a multi-chapter fic.
Oh yeah, BTW, the nature of Knives. This is set about a year after the showdown 'tween the brothers. Knives has gotten better, he doesn't try to be genocidal anymore, but he still really hates humans. Really. None of this touchy-feely crap.
DISCLAIMER: Audience: You don't own Trigun! Me: D@mn straight I don't!
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Chapter one: Oh Fear!
"AAAAAAAAGH!"
Knives jerked awake at the sound of Vash's scream. He glanced at the clock. 5:34. What the hell is that idiot doing making that much noise at this time of day? Knives rolled over and pulled the blanket over his head.
"Kniiiiiiiiiiiives!" Vash slammed open the door.
"What..."
"Knives, help! It's evil!"
Knives groaned and turned around. "Go back to sleep, Vash. You probably just had another nightmare."
"That's how it started... but then..." Vash looked behind him, ran into the room, and closed the door. "I... I was dreaming...and the monster, it came, it was in my dreams! And I woke up, and there it was, in my room!"
"What was in your room?"
Something bumped against the door. Something big...
"Please, Knives, help!" Vash jumped so the bed, with Knives in it, was between him and the door.
Shit... Knives knuckled his eyes. It can't be for real. But the kid was actually frightened, and asking for his help. "Alright, alright..."
The door bumped again. Once more, louder... then... CRASH! It came off its hinges and lay on the floor. Among the wreckage, framed against the light from the hallway, stood a sinister figure...
Vash screamed like a little girl. "Mr. Cliff's out-of-tune record player!"
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Pico the Great: Well?
Knives: It was...interesting.
Vash: (reading story) Hey! No fair! You made me a wuss!
PTG: Well, to quote a friend of yours... "I know a man who whines, cries, and still manages to fix things." Except that here, you just don't fix anything.
Vash: (pouts)
So yeah, tune in next time, people. Read and review, tell me what you think, the craziness will keep coming whatever happens LIKE AN INEXOABLE TIDE OF BLAH!
Over and out of mind.
Yes, this will hopefully be a multi-chapter fic.
Oh yeah, BTW, the nature of Knives. This is set about a year after the showdown 'tween the brothers. Knives has gotten better, he doesn't try to be genocidal anymore, but he still really hates humans. Really. None of this touchy-feely crap.
DISCLAIMER: Audience: You don't own Trigun! Me: D@mn straight I don't!
~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~
Chapter one: Oh Fear!
"AAAAAAAAGH!"
Knives jerked awake at the sound of Vash's scream. He glanced at the clock. 5:34. What the hell is that idiot doing making that much noise at this time of day? Knives rolled over and pulled the blanket over his head.
"Kniiiiiiiiiiiives!" Vash slammed open the door.
"What..."
"Knives, help! It's evil!"
Knives groaned and turned around. "Go back to sleep, Vash. You probably just had another nightmare."
"That's how it started... but then..." Vash looked behind him, ran into the room, and closed the door. "I... I was dreaming...and the monster, it came, it was in my dreams! And I woke up, and there it was, in my room!"
"What was in your room?"
Something bumped against the door. Something big...
"Please, Knives, help!" Vash jumped so the bed, with Knives in it, was between him and the door.
Shit... Knives knuckled his eyes. It can't be for real. But the kid was actually frightened, and asking for his help. "Alright, alright..."
The door bumped again. Once more, louder... then... CRASH! It came off its hinges and lay on the floor. Among the wreckage, framed against the light from the hallway, stood a sinister figure...
Vash screamed like a little girl. "Mr. Cliff's out-of-tune record player!"
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Pico the Great: Well?
Knives: It was...interesting.
Vash: (reading story) Hey! No fair! You made me a wuss!
PTG: Well, to quote a friend of yours... "I know a man who whines, cries, and still manages to fix things." Except that here, you just don't fix anything.
Vash: (pouts)
So yeah, tune in next time, people. Read and review, tell me what you think, the craziness will keep coming whatever happens LIKE AN INEXOABLE TIDE OF BLAH!
Over and out of mind.