Ah yes, a sequel to Emo Corner, this time with Bastion as the one in the corner. This too inspired by WhiteLadyDragon, this one by Peanut Butter Jelly Time or something like that.
Summary: Bastion, while reading fanfiction, is scarred for life.
Warnings: OOCness
Emo Corner: Bastion Style
"Oh come ON, not again! Zane I can deal with, but you…JEEZ!"
Bastion was twitching violently, and had chosen, OF COURSE, my corner for his location.
"Ahhh…why…banana-men…"
"What the frog?"
"Nobel Prize…sandwich…"
"The flip?"
"MY HEAD IS NOT SQUARE!!!!!"
"Oookaay…"
"Hate to say it buddy, but it really is," Jaden said. "Hey Syrus, isn't Bastion's head square?!" The younger Truesdale ran over.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Isn't Bastion's head square?" Jaden inquired again, gesturing toward the twitching math genius.
"Uhhh…okay…" Syrus said, looking at Bastion. "Yeah, it is! I never noticed that before!"
"Chazz…" Bastion said, deathly quiet.
"What about Chazz, buddy?" Jaden asked. Bastion twitched again, more violently this time.
"Special moments," Bastion shuddered.
"Okay…that's…interesting…" Jaden said awkwardly.
"Hold me." Jaden looked at me bewilderedly.
"Excuse me, what?"
"I'M NOT GAY!!!" Bastion screamed.
"Oookaay…again…" I said.
"Dude, you just asked another guy to hold you, do you KNOW what kind of message that sends?" Atticus asked. Syrus screamed loudly, not having expected the Obelisk to pop up behind him. Atticus squealed like a girl. "That means nothing," he said quickly as the rest of the room (excluding Bastion) cracked up.
"Why are my brother and best friend squealing like girls?" Zane asked, showing up out of nowhere. "Not that it's really too unexpected from Syrus…" he muttered under his breath, "but seriously…"
Atticus squealed again at the sudden appearance of the taller Obelisk.
"What the heck, Atticus?! And why is Bastion in your emo corner?" he asked me.
"Why were you?" I shot back. "He got traumatized by fanfiction."
"Oh…been there, done that, didn't get the frickin t-shirt because I don't care about the t-shirt."
"I DON'T WANNA BE A BANANA!!!!!" Bastion screeched.
"Okay, that's it," I finally said. "Someone get him out of here. Zane, you I can deal with, but I will not have Bastion in here for a week."
No one volunteered. Chazz walked in, completely oblivious.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
"MY ACCENT IS NOT ANNOYING!"
"What's with the square-headed gay British banana?"
Bastion's ensuing squeal put Atticus and Syrus to shame. Zane was on the verge of death-glaring the math-genius; I could tell. That would not end well, but at the moment, I could live with it.
I smirked evilly.
"Zane, care to do the honors?" I asked.
"Sure, why not?"
The ensuing death-glare made Bastion a space cadet. To Chazz's dismay, he was somehow carried along for the ride.
"Okay, someone explain to me what just happened," said Syrus. Zane raised an eyebrow.
"How what happened?"
"How you—" Syrus began, only to be cut off by Atticus.
"I'll tell you later," he hissed. "Don't tick Zane off right now."
"Okay…" Syrus squeaked.
End
It was short, it was random, it was stupid. Sue me. Review please, and trust me, I don't hate Bastion. This was just another weird creation from the mind of the Kaiserin, k? Also, the term "deathglare" does not necessarily mean the recipient of the glare is dead; it's like the "I hate you" face Zane gives just about the whole planet. In this particular instance, Zane can choose to make people fly into outer space with his deathglare. That's me for ya! Also, as I've said before, go review WhiteLadyDragon's fics too.