A/N: As in the summary, this idea came to me from the film The ABCs of Death (go watch it if you're into that kind of thing). As of right now, these are lighthearted (loosely connected but can be stand alone), and will be posed in rough alphabetical order (with the latest chapters at the end). As soon as it's done, they'll be organized properly. Expect them to be uploaded on Fridays in chunks of 5. Some letters might get more than one drabble, if I have ideas too good to resist. If any of you have suggestions, feel free to say something.
Also, I feel like this is an excellent exercise to write more succinctly (so personal improvement as well as general entertainment).
A is for Ambrosius
He had little memory of his life Above. His entire world revolved around his brave and kind Master, Sir Didymus. Ambrosius was a happy sheepdog- devoted and loyal. Heck, he didn't even mind when Didymus used him as a steed.
Although frightened at times, he knew deep within his doggy heart, that he would go to the ends of the Underground to protect the little knight.
He sighed and licked his chops hungrily. He hated waiting- why did his Master always take so long getting…?
The door to the little hut opened and Didymus strode in, burlap sack slung over his back. Ambrosius' tail wagged a mile a minute and he barked happily in greeting. "Hello, my boy!" Didymus accepted the sloppy dog-kisses with a laugh. Winking, he rummaged through the sack and did his best impersonation of their King, Jareth. "I've brought thee a gift." With a flourish, he withdrew a thick soup bone. Tossing it, he wasn't surprised when the dog caught the item in mid-air, and trotted gaily in a circle before settling down with his prize.
Didymus, did know about Ambrosius' life in the Above. Well, what Jareth had told him of it. How the pup had been broken and bruised, until his human (a "bloody waste of flesh") wished him away.
Jareth did not offer the man the chance to get him back. Instead he unceremoniously shoved a crystal into grubby hands and vanished with the fur-ball nestled in his arms.
And he knew exactly who to bring the near listless canine to: Sir Didymus, gallant knight and official guard of the Bog of Eternal Stench. There, he would find a loving home and assist the lonely fox-terrier with his duties.
Didymus smiled and scratched the shaggy sheepdog's head- knowing how lucky they both were.
Disclaimer: Jareth and Sarah belong to Jim Henson and Co.