What if Todd had, by some chance of the imagination, joined Senor Diablo's
little hell brigade thing? I make no promises that this will not be the
crappiest thing you've ever seen. There's good grammar and spelling, sure,
but also crap. Whee! Also, I haven't read the Squee! book in quite the
while, so canon wording will be altered to my will. Also, it will be slash
eventually, but for right now, they're, like, in elementary school. geez.
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Senor Diablo, in all his majesty and grandeur, towered far above little Todd, ordering him in thundering tones to join the armies of hell, and become so much more than he could ever be by himself.
Todd, even though scared out of his wits, and not a little dumbfounded by the strange family that Pepito had, called forth all the concentration power his child mind could muster- getting a calling to join hell by Satan himself was pretty serious.
"Um, no, that's okay." He idly stirred the mashed potatoes on his plate.
"Well, that's that." Senor Diablo went back to his meal, while his son pouted to the side.
Later that night, when Todd was just about to leave for home, Pepito stopped him by the front door and asked in a very serious and slightly angry voice, "Why did you refuse to join us?"
Todd blinked at him with his humongus and slightly moist eyes. "I don't want to work for hell. I have homework."
Pepito couldn't challenge that kind of power. "So then, after you're done with your homework, then will you join?" his eyes lit up with evil anticipation.
"Hmm." Todd tilted his head to the side, thinking very hard. "No, no, I don't really like hell all that much."
"Todd," growled Pepito, "I really want you to join me. I am so lonely here. and you're the only innocent being I've found in my long stay."
"Um, no, that's okay. I've got to go home now. See you tomorrow!" Todd shouted as he ran from the damned house.
Pepito, the Anti-Christ, could only stand in the open doorway and glare at the world. He would have Todd, willingly or otherwise.
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Hmm, where could I be going with this.
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Senor Diablo, in all his majesty and grandeur, towered far above little Todd, ordering him in thundering tones to join the armies of hell, and become so much more than he could ever be by himself.
Todd, even though scared out of his wits, and not a little dumbfounded by the strange family that Pepito had, called forth all the concentration power his child mind could muster- getting a calling to join hell by Satan himself was pretty serious.
"Um, no, that's okay." He idly stirred the mashed potatoes on his plate.
"Well, that's that." Senor Diablo went back to his meal, while his son pouted to the side.
Later that night, when Todd was just about to leave for home, Pepito stopped him by the front door and asked in a very serious and slightly angry voice, "Why did you refuse to join us?"
Todd blinked at him with his humongus and slightly moist eyes. "I don't want to work for hell. I have homework."
Pepito couldn't challenge that kind of power. "So then, after you're done with your homework, then will you join?" his eyes lit up with evil anticipation.
"Hmm." Todd tilted his head to the side, thinking very hard. "No, no, I don't really like hell all that much."
"Todd," growled Pepito, "I really want you to join me. I am so lonely here. and you're the only innocent being I've found in my long stay."
"Um, no, that's okay. I've got to go home now. See you tomorrow!" Todd shouted as he ran from the damned house.
Pepito, the Anti-Christ, could only stand in the open doorway and glare at the world. He would have Todd, willingly or otherwise.
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Hmm, where could I be going with this.