Hi all! I am baaaaack XD, this time with a new sort-of multichapter that could go in two directions: more chapters, or stop after three^^.
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I have so many ideas running around in my head that all have to do with WordGirl that I ended up writing a whole bunch of drabbles about their universe. These are the first four of an awful lot. O.O They have no real relevance to anything, so if I kill off a character in one drabble and they show up in another, don't take their death to heart –it's just a possible end, but these all take place at different times and with different characters, so anything could happen.*evil grin* If anyone would like to take one of these drabbles and make a story or something off it, feel free –but you need to ask me first. Then you can have at it and I won't say anything^^.
I hope you enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own WordGirl. Duh. XD
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"Now Becky, let's try this again. Close your eyes and lift off like –yes, just like that!" Bob claps his hands together happily, his words of encouragement drowned in squeaks and squeals no one but this little girl can understand.
"Did I do it…?" Comes the hesitant reply from several feet above the monkey; he nods, but at the realization that his charge still has her eyes screwed shut, he squeaks again: "Yes, excellent work Becky! You're almost as high as the bookshelf! Now open your eyes."
"No." The four-year-old says nervously, her pink lips pursed in concentration. "What if I fall? That might hurt a little…" she clenches her chubby fists even tighter and rolls backwards in the air slightly. Bob sighs.
"You won't be hurt. I'm here to catch you if you fall, but you have to see where you are in order to know if you've progressed, right?" The monkey says patiently, and opens his arms wide to reassure her. "Now how about reciting some definitions? That always seems to help you focus."
Becky smiles tightly, sensing her companion's comforting presence beneath her and feeling security flood her curled form; involuntarily she suddenly dips , but with an instinct she didn't know she had the little alien regains her balance, muttering definitions to herself to calm her racing, fearful heart.
"Maladroit: ineffective or bungling. Laborious: needing effort. Notorious: famous for something bad…" the words jumble together into a rushing stream of terms, spilt from between lips dry with anxiety and strung together so that Bob, who is smiling at the child with unmistakable humor and pride, can barely separate the words from their meanings.
"Frivolous: not worth taking seriously. Susurration: murmur. Linguistic- Hey Bob, how am I doing?" Becky yelps breathlessly, breaking her new round of definitions in order to glance down at her teacher. "Am I any higher?"
Bob claps again and squeaks joyfully at the innocent, overalls-clad girl floating comfortably above him, her eyes now wide open with surprise and excitement.
"Yes, Becky!" he cheers. "Way higher than before!"
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Her eyes are wide, glittering with fear and pain. Hands grasp at what she cannot see, the slender, bloodied fingers stretched out beyond her frail form as though anyone will help. As though anyone who is not huddled among the wreckage of her city will come forth and offer the assistance she so desperately needs.
"No…" she chokes out, tears pooling at the edges of her pained eyes and blurring her scorched vision with the salty droplets; it overflows so quickly and slithers over her burned cheeks that no matter how fast she raises her hand to brush them away and hide the choking emotions more arise from the depths of her body to take their place. Suddenly she is sobbing incessantly, dropping back to her bruised knees in order to clasp the limp form of her best friend close to her –as though the sensation of her heaving chest and racing heart will be enough to revive the fragile body pressed to the star they once spent an entire night tracing out on paper and fabric.
Why did you leave me now? She asks mentally with a hoarse gulp for air. Not when I need you most. Not when we're in the middle of this battle… not now!
But there is no response from her friend, only the terrible sensation of the last dregs of warmth slipping from the body and dissipating in the fiery air.
Then nothing.
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"How can you eat that stuff?" I asked quietly, pinching my nose in disgust and leaning away as Huggy reached for yet another lump of "food." "I mean, it's so gross. And it smells like something died in your lunch."
Huggy shrugged at me, squeaking nonchalantly and digging his teeth into a brown, chunky object that vaguely resembled a cross between a toothpaste bottle and an old sock. A burp emanated from the satisfied monkey as it slipped into his gigantic maw, and he paused to savor the taste before delving back into the reeking carton. My dad looked pleased.
"Well, it's nice to know that someone besides Bob appreciates the taste of Beans A La Botsford. Man, look at him go!"
I didn't bother, just cast my gaze down to the tiled floor of the grocery store and swallowed the gagging sensation in the back of my throat. Huggy's contented slurps and belches were more than enough.
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It's sitting there, taunting him. So beautiful, glittering with the golden light of an angel and blinding him; drool slips unchecked out of his mouth, and it drips onto the floor to form a puddle he doesn't even notice. He's only focused on the object in front of him, the pure loveliness of it casting a shadow over all else nearby.
He begins to stagger towards it, his head spinning with desire, his footsteps heavy and loud; they resound in the suddenly empty room like a pile of books dropped onto a table, over and over and over. His fingers reach for it, clutching, grasping-
"Don't even think about it, Chuck!" comes WordGirl's voice, angry and tense; a sudden weight on his arm snaps him out of his trance, and with an irritated cry he turns to screech at the superhero.
"No, Huggy," she says calmly, swinging him up and looping an arm about his waist. "You can't have that sandwich –Chuck's just trying to trick you."
But it's still so amazing…
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Tah-dah! In case ya didn't notice, these all featured Huggy, who I love and feel doesn't get enough attention 'round here^^. Not all of the drabbles will be themed, though –this chappie just worked out like that. XD
So please, please, please review! I'd be incredibly grateful.
Thanks all! :)