I don't own Night World.
This will just be a series of one-shots where I basically torture Morgead. A lot of fun to come up with, and a lot of fun to write. I'll be dedicating all the stories to my wonderful and weird best friends, who will probably have come up with 90% of all of these. Ta very mooch (epic fail at typing a Suffolk accent :P) for having the dodgy imagination you have, EG-izzle xxx
The Day Morgead Lost His Trousers
It may surprise some people to know that Morgead enjoyed fishing.
No, really. Sometimes, he liked to go to the middle of a massive lake and get away from the difficulties of everyday life. By this, of course, he meant his lovely (cough cough) soulmate who thought it within her power to, as she put it, 'knock some sense into his thick head'.
It wasn't as if anything too bad had happened. It was the shed's fault, really, for being so easy to explode. Not to mention the splinters that had erupted spectacularly everywhere had wounded him. He still had the scars.
So that was why he'd escaped from her for a while. Away from her murderous glares. He could only deal with so much. Although, he did wish that he'd caught something. It wouldn't be as embarrassing when he finally went back. He'd been there for over three hours and hadn't had one bite.
Maybe he should just say that he went for a short road trip instead, he thought to himself as he stood up, automatically hoisting up his trousers. The stupid dobermann next door had eaten all his belts, and he was way too scared – no, not scared, of course! Respectful – of Jez to use hers.
He decided that he would have to stop by the shop on the way home to buy a new belt. And he wouldn't leave this one outside to the mercy of that damn dobermann.
He started moving to the port side of the boat to put his fishing rod in the fishing-rod-holder (or at least, that was what he called it. He had no idea what its real name was), but then, suddenly there was an almighty yank from the other side of the rod, just as it was secured in the 'holder.
And the boat started moving.
Oh, crap, he thought to himself as it started gaining speed. He held onto the side of the boat with his free hand – the other was holding up his trousers – and tried to find the source of the problem.
He found it pretty quickly.
The bait had somehow attached itself to a nearby speedboat, and for some reason it was dragging his own tiny rowing boat along the lake. And it was gaining speed.
He tried to get to the fishing rod to cut the string with his teeth or something but couldn't get to it only using one hand. It was rocking way too much for even him to balance on it successfully.
Goddess, this was going to be embarrassing.
He took his hand away from his trousers to reach the fishing rod, and they immediately fell down to his ankles.
Damn his and the stupid 'get fit, loose weight' class that Jez had dared him to do. None of his clothes fit anymore, and they couldn't afford a whole new wardrobe for him. He'd suggested stealing some clothes, but Jez had argued vehemently against that idea.
Stupid human.
The thread wasn't breaking, even when he bit it. That showed him. He should never have gotten the extra-strong thread.
The rocking increased as the boat sped up again, and Morgead tried to straighten up. He realised immediately that it was a terrible idea. One that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
He'd worn an old pair of underwear, which was now a couple of sizes too big for him. He felt the material start too slip, but was so focussed on not falling over that he didn't grab at them as they slid down his legs to meet his trousers.
Oh. Shit.
At least his shirt was long enough to mostly cover up the important parts. He leant down to try and quickly pull something back up. Anything. But there was another jerk, and he almost fell out of the boat. After that, things got even more impossibly wrong.
There were several birds of prey flying around, and for some reason one decided to target Morgead. This time he swore out loud, and very loud it was too.
It grabbed hold of his shirt with its long claws and somehow managed to rip off the entire thing and fly off with it. He reacted like, well, a human. He took the closest thing to him and threw it at the bird. It missed, and Morgead suddenly realised what he'd chucked. His phone.
Ah, crap.
He stood up and the boat jerked vigorously, coming completely out of the water for a second, and hit a massive rock when it landed back in.
Being the cheap boat it was, it broke and Morgead fell out onto the lake, leaving his underwear and trousers with the quickly disappearing remainders of his boat.
Oh crap. His fishing rod was gone!
Well, at least the water was covering him. He swam to the shallows, noticing that he was only a kilometre away from where him and Jez were staying.
He was going to have to contact her. He grimaced in embarrassment.
'Jez, can you come, please? And... bring some clothes.'
Tell me what you thought. Thanks for reading!
~Jynxiii xxxx