"Dead Like Stingy"
Chapter One
A/N: I do not own the rights to Dead Like Me or LazyTown; they are the sole property of MGM and LazyTown Entertainment. I have not, nor do I plan to, make any profit from writing this. It has been written purely for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of my friends at GetLazy and others in the fandoms.
It was a cold spring day in LazyTown. Stingy had donned his favorite yellow hoodie and gloves in preparation for the unseasonably cold weather, and was now stepping out of his childhood home for the last time--for a while, anyway.
It was a very important day for him, according to his parents. Today was the day he would head off for college.
He had packed everything he needed and more in preparation for the move. His friends were already on their way to Lazy University, which was out in the city. He wished he could go with his friends, but his father wouldn't allow it.
They're commoners, Stingy, and besides, Lazy U doesn't have prestigious business programs, his father had told him. So Stingy had applied to some all over the country, and decided on Seattle for no reason in particular.
Needless to say, Stingy was nervous about going to a place he'd never been to before.
First day jitters, his mother had assured him. You'll get over it.
But what did his mother know? She had never been to college. Still, he had nodded and faked a smile.
He got into his new, shiny yellow car that his parents had bought him for his going-away present. It was brand new and custom-made, so it was his and his alone. He loved it.
He drove along the road, convinced it was the road to certain doom. He wasn't far from the truth, though the road would have nothing to do with it.
He wasn't very excited about going away to college. He wanted to be near his friends. But his parents had insisted on him joining the family business.
He wanted more than anything to be a musician. He knew how to play all kinds of instruments. But his father told him that his major would have to be in business, and maybe his minor could be music, since music is often used in advertising.
Stingy has rolled his eyes at his father's words. He didn't care about the family business. Sure, he wanted money, but he knew if he honed his musical skills, he could make tons of it. Unlike business, music was colorful and expressive, and he could show his true colors (mostly yellow, of course) when playing his instruments. He would do it—he would show his father just how talented he was and he would make enough money to obtain everything for his own.
Little did he know, of course, that he would escape his father's expectations sooner than he'd think.
A/N: I know that LazyTown's location is unknown, and that it being anywhere within driving distance to Seattle is highly unlikely. However, it's my story, and if you guys could ignore that small hole in my logic, I would be grateful. I hope you liked this first chapter. It's not at all exciting, I know—but it's all the introductory crap that I needed to get out of the way. Chapter Two will be much more eventful, I promise! =)