Pink Shirts
By Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: Whom Am I kidding? I own none in this fic.
Note: This came from an idea that just would not leave my head. This fic is not supposed to be a serious display of my writing ability.
One day (a bright and sunny day indeed), Kevin got up. The first thing he usually did was to put his favorite pink shirt. But wait-It was gone! Oh where, oh where did his favorite pink shirt go?
The first person Kevin asked was Croe, who did the laundry. (Croe recently got a court order forbidding Kevin to do any housework. Jeez, Kevin had thought at the time, you nearly set the dryer on fire and they never let you forget it!"
"Croe have you seen my pink shirt?"
"Which one, you have 17 identical ones!"
"But this is my favorite! It got a tear from when I got into a fistfight with that transvestite, midget, albino crossdresser, a blood stain from when I brawled that transsexual, lesbian, vegetarian nun! A stain from when I got drunk with a mysterious talking green dog and his weird looking master! I even lost my virginity in that shirt!"
"That one? It was falling apart. I take it to the dump, same with the old Christmas tree."
"You threw away Frederick!"
"You named the Christmas tree!"
"And my favorite pink shirt!"
"It was starting to smellI think it was rotting. I can't believe you named the Christmas tree!"
"But it was so comforting to come home and see Frederick in the corner."
"HeI mean it, was starting to rot too! It not like the tossed away, Stitchy-Poo, the plush pikachu you secretly keep under the bed and that I'm not suppose to know about!"
""
"I wonder how you managed to hide that from your father. Besides I'm sure you can make memories in one of your other17 pink shirts"
"No I can'tThat shirt was like my best friendit had been with me through so muchI don't want you to see me cry!" Kevin left the house, still shirtless.
Croe made a mental note to search Kevin's room for illegal drugs.
Kevin wondered around town aimlessly. How could Croe just throw away Pinky like that? Pinky and him had so many memories together. Pinky helped him pissed off his father for the first time. He got into his first fight in Pinky! He won his first fight in Pinky! No other pink shirt, no matter how pink and shirt-like it was, could ever replace Pinky!
Nothing could cheer up Kevin that day. Not even the sale at the popcorn store could cheer Kevin up.
Kevin was just giving into total and other despair when something caught his eye. It wasa pink shirtit said "Bad Man" on it! What a delightful pink shirt!
It was displayed in a goodwill store. Kevin tried it on, it was a little tight, but not too uncomfortable. Kevin bought this shirt, dubbing it "Pinky 2.0"
Meanwhilesomewhere far away.
"Woman! Where is my pink shirt!" a voice bellowed throughout the Brief's residence.
"Vegetayou hated that shirtI give it away to a goodwill store while I was in England!"
"YOU GAVE AWAY PINKY!"
After notes: It's feels rather liberating to write something totally idiotic and ooc. I got this fic idea from the image of Kevin Mask in a "bad man " shirt.