It was hard finding her house, even harder to keep out of the public eye long enough to get there, but hardest of all was dealing with what he found there…
Title: Stolen Goods
Author: Volital
Fandom: Skulduggery Pleasant
Warnings: Rabid OC usage, minor swearing
Disclaimer: I don't own Skuldugggery Pleasant, Derek Landy does.
Echo jumped when she heard the knock on the door, she was so involved in her task: She was running late on a cake for some young woman's wedding… Pretty thing, with red hair and green eyes. Heaving the heavy wooden block onto her hip and turning to face the only source of heat in her entire house, she pushed the section of cake into the oven, closed it with a practiced ease, and shouted "Coming!" down the hall. Now who would that be at nearly eleven at night? She yawned, walking down the whitewashed halls to the entrance. Her shoes clacked smartly, echoing- Ha, Echo-ing- down the corridor to the door.
Usually she worked at her shop, but when it came to things that required over-night cooking and the like, she did not sit in her shop all night watching the bread rise, so to speak. Smiling pleasantly, as she forced herself to do when facing customers, she checked her appearance in the shiny glass of a window- her only window. She dusted some icing off her cheek and straightened her lop-sided hair before taking a deep breath and opening the door. "Good Even-"
The baker blinked twice, the sugary smile falling from her lips to melt onto the floor. Her bare lips twitched slightly, and then… "What the hell happened to your head?"
"I lost it." Some greeting…
Echo stared for a few more moments. "…That is a tad too appropriate for the situation. You lost your head? Please don't tell me you pissed someone off so they decided to keep your skull as a trophy." Her lips twitched again, and she bit them to keep the sound in.
"No, actually. It was stolen."
She giggled, and then burst out laughing.
The set of Skulduggery's shoulders suggested that if he had a skull, it would be glaring at her. As it was, in the middle of the night on her doorstep, he just waited for her to stop.
Echo was laughing so hard she had to lean on the doorframe to keep from falling. It was a couple of minutes before she managed to get out a single word. "S-stolen?!" The absurdity of the situation made her reel backwards slightly, onto hardwood floors.
"Yes. Stolen." Tired of waiting, he stepped past her, looking around her new home with vague interest. At least, that was what he appeared to be doing.
"How can you see?" Echo asked, still a bit out of breath. "How can you hear?"
"I'm not sure."
"And yet, you're doing it." Echo seemed content to follow him around her own home, still grinning at the absurdness of the headless detective.
"It appears so."
"…How did you lose it again?"
"It was stolen."
"By who?"
"…Gnomes."
A fresh round of laughter rang down the hall.
A/N: It was Gnomes, right? Sorry for the OC, but quite frankly, I love her WAY too much, and thus she will be appearing all over the place. ^-^
Always did wonder how people took the news of him loosing his head. This will be a bunch of One-Shots, where different characters learn about him leaving parts of himself all over the place... Yes, no? Click that friendly little box down there and tell me what you think!