Spike was sitting on the couch in his apartment playing video games
when the phone rang, he gave the phone an annoyed glance and refocused on
his game. The phone rang a few more times and Spike sighed as he paused the
game to pick up the phone. "Hello?"
"Spike-It's Doyle." Said Lindsey on the other line.
"And what? You get another vision?" Spike shifted the phone under his chin to resume his game.
"Yeah, I did. The powers sent me a message about this TV show called Smile Time-" Lindsey was cut off by the sound of Spike throwing his controller to the floor.
"Bloody hell!" Spike shouted angrily.
"Spike? Is there a problem?" Lindsey asked cautiously. He'd learned from previous experiences that it was best not to give Spike a reason to shift his frustration onto him.
"Damn right there is, the stupid ape thinks he's better than me!"
"Excuse me?" Lindsey asked, confused.
"The monkey throwing barrels-he doesn't know who he's dealing with."
"Oh, I see." He replied, still not entirely clear on what was going on, but he didn't want to aggravate him any further. "Anyway, getting back to what I was saying...." Lindsey heard the controller being hurled to the ground again.
"Right, the kids show. What about it?" Spike asked.
"Apparently kids have been going into a coma like state while watching it, the Powers would like you to look into it."
"Alright, but isn't this more up Angel's ally? I've never been much for the investigative thing."
"I told you, the Powers aren't interested in him anymore, you've seen what that place has been doing to him."
"Yeah, Wes and Charlie came by the other day, thought they could convince me to sign up there."
"You didn't mention anything about me did you?" Lindsey said, trying to mask his alarm.
"No," Spike replied, frowning at the concern in his voice. "It didn't come up, why does it matter?"
"Angel doesn't need to know about me about me yet. Lets just say we've had our...disagreements...in the past."
"You did eh?" Spike said, raising an eyebrow. "You guys know each other?"
"That's not important right now." Lindsey replied quickly, realizing he may have said too much. "What's important is helping these kids."
"Alright, I'll see if I can find anything over there tonight." Spike hung up the phone thoughtfully. He wondered what Doyle's connection was to Angel, and why he had been so eager to change the topic when he had asked him about it. Spike remembered that Doyle didn't want Angel to know about him. Angel may be getting corrupted but he still was trying to hold onto his white hat, and considering that Doyle had let it slip that they didn't see eye to eye, that made it look like Doyle was no champion himself. Spike decided that he'd look into that more later, right now he needed to find out what he could about Smile Time.
"This is far worse than any so called horror show I've ever seen." Spike said, as he looked around a room filled with various brightly coloured puppets and cheery cardboard cutouts. "Nothing in here." he muttered to himself and he continued through the building. He stopped for a moment and put his hand on the wall for support, he didn't feel right, dizzy mostly. He tried to ignore it and walked down the hallway until he came to a sign that said DON'T . Next to it was a door with a padlock on it, Spike grabbed the lock and effortlessly yanked it off and he walked into a dark room with a man sitting in front of a large egg-like object.
"You shouldn't be here." The man croaked.
"Why's that mate?" Spike asked, and took a step forward. He then noticed the egg shaped thing was opening, it almost seemed to smile at him for a moment before it opened further and he was hurled backwards into a pile of boxes. He pushed away the boxes on too of him and gasped as he saw his own arm. He was so small, and fuzzy. He had been turned into one of the creepy puppets he had seen earlier! "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, and thrashed his way out of the mountain of boxes
"Spike-It's Doyle." Said Lindsey on the other line.
"And what? You get another vision?" Spike shifted the phone under his chin to resume his game.
"Yeah, I did. The powers sent me a message about this TV show called Smile Time-" Lindsey was cut off by the sound of Spike throwing his controller to the floor.
"Bloody hell!" Spike shouted angrily.
"Spike? Is there a problem?" Lindsey asked cautiously. He'd learned from previous experiences that it was best not to give Spike a reason to shift his frustration onto him.
"Damn right there is, the stupid ape thinks he's better than me!"
"Excuse me?" Lindsey asked, confused.
"The monkey throwing barrels-he doesn't know who he's dealing with."
"Oh, I see." He replied, still not entirely clear on what was going on, but he didn't want to aggravate him any further. "Anyway, getting back to what I was saying...." Lindsey heard the controller being hurled to the ground again.
"Right, the kids show. What about it?" Spike asked.
"Apparently kids have been going into a coma like state while watching it, the Powers would like you to look into it."
"Alright, but isn't this more up Angel's ally? I've never been much for the investigative thing."
"I told you, the Powers aren't interested in him anymore, you've seen what that place has been doing to him."
"Yeah, Wes and Charlie came by the other day, thought they could convince me to sign up there."
"You didn't mention anything about me did you?" Lindsey said, trying to mask his alarm.
"No," Spike replied, frowning at the concern in his voice. "It didn't come up, why does it matter?"
"Angel doesn't need to know about me about me yet. Lets just say we've had our...disagreements...in the past."
"You did eh?" Spike said, raising an eyebrow. "You guys know each other?"
"That's not important right now." Lindsey replied quickly, realizing he may have said too much. "What's important is helping these kids."
"Alright, I'll see if I can find anything over there tonight." Spike hung up the phone thoughtfully. He wondered what Doyle's connection was to Angel, and why he had been so eager to change the topic when he had asked him about it. Spike remembered that Doyle didn't want Angel to know about him. Angel may be getting corrupted but he still was trying to hold onto his white hat, and considering that Doyle had let it slip that they didn't see eye to eye, that made it look like Doyle was no champion himself. Spike decided that he'd look into that more later, right now he needed to find out what he could about Smile Time.
"This is far worse than any so called horror show I've ever seen." Spike said, as he looked around a room filled with various brightly coloured puppets and cheery cardboard cutouts. "Nothing in here." he muttered to himself and he continued through the building. He stopped for a moment and put his hand on the wall for support, he didn't feel right, dizzy mostly. He tried to ignore it and walked down the hallway until he came to a sign that said DON'T . Next to it was a door with a padlock on it, Spike grabbed the lock and effortlessly yanked it off and he walked into a dark room with a man sitting in front of a large egg-like object.
"You shouldn't be here." The man croaked.
"Why's that mate?" Spike asked, and took a step forward. He then noticed the egg shaped thing was opening, it almost seemed to smile at him for a moment before it opened further and he was hurled backwards into a pile of boxes. He pushed away the boxes on too of him and gasped as he saw his own arm. He was so small, and fuzzy. He had been turned into one of the creepy puppets he had seen earlier! "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, and thrashed his way out of the mountain of boxes