"Story of my life"
by Sara Jaye
My first Excel Saga fanfic! XD This was written on a whim during
creative writing class...it's a bit darker than usual for an ES fic, but
the humor is still there. Sorta. ^_^;
[Excel Saga belongs to Rikudo Koshi. I'm just borrowing the characters for
a while.]
~
Cold. Dark. Empty.
My life is meaningless. I'm not loved, only seen as a piece of meat. Their
final resort if all else fails.
I sit alone all day in their apartment. I'm not allowed to exercise,
because it "makes me too stringy". I try to escape, but I'm too weak to
open the door.
The sight of a cooking utensil, stove, or frying pan scares me. The sound
of her voice calling my name sends shivers down my spine.
Her.
That crazy, borderline psychopathic witch who can barely walk without
falling on her face! She found me, chased me down, caught me, and said the
words that will haunt me until the end:
"YOU will be my dinner!"
Not her pet. Not her cute, cuddly little friend. Not even the paper fetcher
and bringer of pipe and slippers.
Her dinner. Her and her walking invalid friend's emergency food supply.
Their hungry stares, crazy eyes, watering mouths. There's no escape.
I'm crying now. I hate this, why does it have to be this way?
I want out, dammit!
"MENNNNCHIIIII! We're home!"
To quote the unfortunate foreign man, NOOOOOOOO!
I run around in circles, trying to find a hiding place before she sees me.
Maybe she and her friend actually got to eat today and have no use for me
after all! Even if only for one more day, escaping that stupid frying pan
would make me so happy.
"There you are!"
Too late! She found me!
"Menchii! You shouldn't be running around like that, it'll make the meat
all stringy!" she scolds, picking me up and pinching my sides. Dear GOD,
someone help me!
"Now, you lie down and I'll go get the stove ready!"
No! I don't wanna be eaten!
"I'll get the spices," the weaker girl says.
ARGH!!
I wish I had hands and a very large sack. Then, I could rob a supermarket
and get these girls REAL food, so they'd stop trying to cook me!
But, I can't do that.
I'm trapped. Trapped as their emergency food supply.
This SUCKS!
~End~
Poor Menchi. Always just manages to escape being eaten at the last
minute. XD
by Sara Jaye
My first Excel Saga fanfic! XD This was written on a whim during
creative writing class...it's a bit darker than usual for an ES fic, but
the humor is still there. Sorta. ^_^;
[Excel Saga belongs to Rikudo Koshi. I'm just borrowing the characters for
a while.]
~
Cold. Dark. Empty.
My life is meaningless. I'm not loved, only seen as a piece of meat. Their
final resort if all else fails.
I sit alone all day in their apartment. I'm not allowed to exercise,
because it "makes me too stringy". I try to escape, but I'm too weak to
open the door.
The sight of a cooking utensil, stove, or frying pan scares me. The sound
of her voice calling my name sends shivers down my spine.
Her.
That crazy, borderline psychopathic witch who can barely walk without
falling on her face! She found me, chased me down, caught me, and said the
words that will haunt me until the end:
"YOU will be my dinner!"
Not her pet. Not her cute, cuddly little friend. Not even the paper fetcher
and bringer of pipe and slippers.
Her dinner. Her and her walking invalid friend's emergency food supply.
Their hungry stares, crazy eyes, watering mouths. There's no escape.
I'm crying now. I hate this, why does it have to be this way?
I want out, dammit!
"MENNNNCHIIIII! We're home!"
To quote the unfortunate foreign man, NOOOOOOOO!
I run around in circles, trying to find a hiding place before she sees me.
Maybe she and her friend actually got to eat today and have no use for me
after all! Even if only for one more day, escaping that stupid frying pan
would make me so happy.
"There you are!"
Too late! She found me!
"Menchii! You shouldn't be running around like that, it'll make the meat
all stringy!" she scolds, picking me up and pinching my sides. Dear GOD,
someone help me!
"Now, you lie down and I'll go get the stove ready!"
No! I don't wanna be eaten!
"I'll get the spices," the weaker girl says.
ARGH!!
I wish I had hands and a very large sack. Then, I could rob a supermarket
and get these girls REAL food, so they'd stop trying to cook me!
But, I can't do that.
I'm trapped. Trapped as their emergency food supply.
This SUCKS!
~End~
Poor Menchi. Always just manages to escape being eaten at the last
minute. XD