Voldo is LONELY: Chapter 1
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Disclaimer: SC characters do not belong to me!
WARNING: May contain some shounen-ai themes (if that happens. Dunno.) And reading this might tone your brain down a notch.
One more note: Nightmare and Siegfried are two different people here.
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Voldo groaned as he watched Seung-Mina and Yunsung enjoying eachothers' company merrily. All he had next to him were the other misfits, Astaroth, Charade, Lizardman, Necrid, and Nightmare. Oh wait, never mind. Astaroth and Necrid were going out with eachother, so they left the bench of losers and freaks.
Lizardman got tired of sitting on the bench, so he and Charade went out for a smoothie. So it was just Voldo and Nightmare.
Voldo turned to look at Nightmare and mumbled through his mask, "Hi." Nightmare shifted away from his spot as he mumbled, "Loser." A solitary tear trickled down Voldo's face. (You can't tell because he's wearing a mask.)
He thought to himself deeply, "Ohh... Voldo is lonely! Voldo is gross to people. Stinky Raphael called me creepy. Oh how Voldo longs to be pretty like Xianghua Chinese foreign girl. Oh how Voldo longs to be big German hunk like Siegfried..."
Nightmare shifted uncomfortably from his seat before standing up from his spot as he murmured in his low dark voice, "I belong to sit with the COOL guys..." And left Voldo to his lonesome.
"Voldo wants someone with him. It no matter if they are girl or boy or both or none," he thought sadly, "Voldo wants a lover."
So he finally stood up from the bench and slithered to the training park where all the hot guys and girls were at. He somehow defied gravity by slithering up a tree. Voldo then watched his fellow fighters train for their next match.
"Mmm... Voldo likes Kilik," he thought as he watched him stretch. He then mumbled incoherently to Kilik.
"Oh, hey Voldo," he said as he smirked to the human elastic. Kilik twirled his staff around and then asked him, "Do you want me to show you some of the cool moves I learned?"
"Mm... rmmrmm..." mumbled Voldo as he blushed madly. But it wasn't visible.
"I'll take that as a yes," laughed the man. He began twirling his staff, smashing it to the floor, and then...
It hit Voldo by accident!!! Voldo dropped like a dead bird from the tree as he moaned in pain.
"Oh damn! Voldo, you alright?" asked Kilik.
"Mrr..."
"We gotta get you to a hospital!"
"Mrr..."
"Damn, I must have done something like 116 damage!"
"MRRRRR!!!"
"Oh, you're still alive?"
"Mr."
"Okay."
And Kilik left Voldo alone. He flexed himself backwards as he rolled onto his back, groaning. "Voldo no like stick boy..." he thought. "Too clumsy."
He then crawled and tumbled to where Siegfried ate his chocolates. Voldo had always admired this man. He had always raked in a lot of fangirls.
Siegfried turned his head to Voldo, his mouth covered in chocolate. He sprang from his seat in surprise at Voldo who eyed him and his chocolate. The German hunk laughed heartily as he told him, "Okay, I'm supposed to be training, but you can't tell anyone about this."
"Mrmmmrmm..." Which translated to, "Can I have some chocolate?"
Amazingly Siegfried understood his mumbling. He laughed again and then told the undead man, "No."
"Mmmrmmm!"
"Voldo, if you keep asking, I'm going to kill you."
"..."
Voldo slithered away, grumbling curses as he thought, "Greedy German chocoholic! No good for Voldo!"
Being lost in his thoughts, he had then bumped into Raphael. The bully who bullied him... all the time.
"Well, well, well! Look who we have here?" said the cocky French/Spanish man. He poked Voldo's forehead as he said, "You didn't do anything to change your creepiness."
"Voldo HATES stinky Raphael!" hissed Voldo. But it was mumbles and hisses to Raphael's ears.
"Right, say; Voldo, that golden jockstrap is a real turn off to everyone. Do us all a favour and take it off?"
"No!"
"Don't make me bring out my epee!"
Voldo snickered. "A pee..."
"That's French for 'sword' if you had any brains... you retarded monkey!"
"That's it; Voldo going to shed some French blood!" thought Voldo as he madly attacked the blonde-haired Frenchman with his sharp claws!
They tumbled around fighting, scratching, pulling eachothers' head and hair! The girls watched in concern for their little French boy, but the boys roared in laughter as they hooted and bet who would win.
It was until Voldo striked Raphael's boy parts, that he had become victorious. The boys cheered as they came to congratulate Voldo.
Before Voldo left, he told Raphael, "That is why Voldo wear his golden jock strap!" He huffed, and slithered away.
Inside, Voldo knew that he wasn't truly a winner.
"Voldo still lonely..."
