Um, I don't really think this counts as a proper story, but it's my first one on here, so... be nice, I guess? XD Basically it's a weird idea I thought of one day, in which you just have to pretend that the roleholders are now little kids of around the same age and go to the same nursery. Oh and many characters are missed out. Because... they're in another... class. Yep. That's my excuse and I'll stick with it. It's just a one-shot, even though the end sounds like a cliff-hanger I can't think how I'd write more chapters to it, considering there's practically no plot. (Wow, I know how to make my story look good!) So yeah.
...this made a lot more sense in my mind.
"Okay children, it's story time!" the woman in charge of the nursery cheerily called in her sing-song voice. First to respond to her was a little boy dressed in green, who made an attempt to scamper over to her with an excited smile on his face, but tripped up on the way.
"Haha! Stupid rat-face fell over!" jeered another boy gleefully as he watched the mouse-eared boy sit up with a dismayed expression, rubbing his head.
"Boris, don't be so nasty." the woman scolded the pink haired boy, who stuck his tongue out in reply, before returning to his crayon drawing of a fish.
"I wanna hear a story!" Pierce said, wide-eyed. He seemed to have recovered quickly.
"Well we'll just have to wait for the others to come and sit down, won't we, Pierce?" beamed the woman, petting the boy on the head.
"Come on you guys, it's story time!" called Pierce impatiently.
"Shut up, I'm still drawing my picture!" snapped Boris.
The other kids in the room looked up to see what all the fuss was about. One boy with curly gingerish-blonde hair turned around eagerly, his rabbit ears perking up. He glanced at the dark haired boy next to him, who was piling up building blocks then knocking them over with a disinterested expression. Seeing his friend's lack of enthusiasm for story time, the boy said nothing.
Away from them, a boy with long blue hair looked up, before sighing and putting down the children's model tool kit he had been using. He didn't feel like trying to be rebellious, and wandered slowly over to where the woman and Pierce were.
"YAY! Julius wants to join story time! Now you guys have to too!" Pierce cheered.
"Don't wanna." grumbled Boris.
"Why should I?" agreed Blood.
"But it's story time!" whined Pierce.
"Why am I even here-"
"GIVE IT BACK, IDIOT!" a voice suddenly interrupted Julius, as the door slammed open.
"It's mine now!" laughed another voice. All the children turned around curiously, to see a boy with brown hair dash into the room, carrying what seemed to be a little doll. He grinned from ear to ear as he waved it out of reach of the white haired boy chasing after him.
"No it's not! It's mine! I saw it first, and you snatched it!" he shouted, ignoring the faceless nursery worker's attempts to stop the chaos.
"That's tough, 'cause I always take what I want!" replied the other boy with a smirk.
"Haha, Peter and Ace are funny!" giggled Pierce, who seemed to think this was some kind of act.
"I wish they'd be quieter." complained Julius.
"Shut up, you- GET YOUR GERMY HANDS OFF ME!" yelled Peter at the woman who had attempted to hold him back from running around the room. Ace had taken his seat next to Julius, and was still laughing.
"Hahaha, this nursery is so fun." he commented before turning to Julius, holding up the doll. "Do you think this doll is cool?"
"I have no opinion on it to be honest." Julius replied, observing the object Ace was practically shoving in his face. It was a small stuffed toy of a girl wearing a blue dress, with a matching bow in her long brown hair.
"Exactly, I don't get it! Why would Peter put up so much of a fight just for this thing?" Ace pondered, tossing it lazily in the air and catching it again.
"Listen, I have to go and meet someone, ok? So you children behave yourselves." the useless nursery worker told them, before leaving hastily. Now free, Peter ran over to Ace, and began desperately trying to snatch the doll back.
"Stop it! Stop throwing her around!" he cried.
"It's not real, you know!" laughed Ace, throwing it a little too far by accident and not catching it in time. Peter leapt after it, practically diving to the floor, but it landed conveniently in front of Pierce.
"Ooh, pretty!" he squealed, picking up the doll.
"MINE! GIVE IT BACK!" Peter grabbed at it, but it was suddenly snatched out of Pierce's hands by someone else. They both looked up to see Blood holding the doll with slight distaste.
"What's so great about it?" he questioned, tugging a little at its hair. "I think it's ugly anyway."
Peter gasped in annoyance and shock, as Pierce slowly looked from his now empty hand to Blood, who stood towering over them.
"Haha, exactly!" grinned Ace.
"Bu-but I found the pretty doll-" Pierce whimpered, his eyes filling up with tears.
"CRY BABY!" called Boris, who was looking amused at the situation, his tail flicking playfully.
"Hey Blood, what's going on?" Elliot asked, confused at Blood's interest in this doll. "I thought it was only your sister who liked
cuddly toys-"
"Shut up Elliot! I don't! I don't like this anyway, here, you have it!" Blood hissed, before storming back to his building blocks.
Elliot stared at the doll. Her eyes, which were little blue-green buttons, glinted at him.
"It's kinda... cool, I guess..." he murmured, before hastily putting it on the floor and following Blood back, blushing a little at the shame of liking a girl's toy.
Boris, who had now deserted his drawing, seized the opportunity and grabbed the doll. Peter, who had ended up arguing with Ace again, noticed this and dashed over angrily, but Boris ignored him.
"Awesome!" he said, holding it upside-down by a blue and white striped leg.
"Stop that!" protested Peter, snatching at the doll, which Boris held away.
"I think I'll keep this!" decided Boris, now holding the doll sideways by its arm.
"No you will not! She's mine!" Peter argued, grabbing the doll's arm.
"No, she's mine!" Boris tugged at it.
"MINE!" Peter also pulled at the doll.
"MINE!"
"MINE!"
Both sides pulled relentlessly at the doll, which began to stretch more and more, until...
BAM.
The door had been slammed open. All the children looked around to see the nursery worker stood in the doorway, looking out of breath.
"Oh thank god, you haven't trashed the place." she gasped. "I ran here as fast as I could once I realised how long I'd left you guys alone for. Now, I'd like you all to meet the newest addition to the nursery. Come in, sweetheart."
She moved aside, and standing nervously behind her, was a little girl with long brown hair, blue-green eyes, a blue dress, a matching bow and striped socks. Fiddling shyly with her white apron, she looked up at them all.
"Hello, I'm Alice." she introduced herself with a slight smile.
The kids couldn't believe their eyes.