Another day, another drabble in the miserable cesspool that is fan fiction. Okay, not really. My daysfs used to be like that. But y'know, you do what you gotta do to get by. And currently I'm doing that as I write this right now in a completely public location. To be fair, I've finished all of my other tasks, so it's only fair that I get some free time in a while, right?
My slight-hiatus is partly due to the fact that I'm currently investing myself in a series of Choose-Your-Own-Adventures. Not on this site of course, because they're outlawed to the point where you risk being kicked out of the user directory altogether. It's just not worth it. No, those stories are posted elsewhere, and I've committed myself to writing them each and every week, limiting myself from writing on here.
It's complicated.
I would edit their formats so that they become fixed-stories and therefore appropriate to post on here, but that would require an entire day dedicated to removing "A" and "B" choices. Maybe I'll create a separate version once I get free time.
Ah, look at me rambling, half of you probably don't care and the rest most likely has no idea what I'm talking about. Fuck it. Let's read some damn stories.
Word Count: 257 words.
Pointless
Goofy sits at the break room, smiling like an idiot as he checks off another day on the calendar. Nightfall was here, and that meant another day had gone by without Disney Castle being taken over by a horde of malevolent dark beings.
It doesn't even matter what their purpose is or what their name is, hell, their controller didn't matter either. The most recent outing was so convoluting that it became absolutely pointless to categorize madness from madness.
As long as Donald gets to kick some ass, he's happy.
And as he walks into the break room, noticing his co-worker and on-and-off best friend (It depends on the duck's daily mood.) goofing around with the calendar, his mind can't help but wonder what the hell he's up to.
"Goofy... What are you doing?"
The knight responds with a sheepish smile, he isn't exactly the sharpest blade in the edgy teenager's collection, "Counting off the days until our next adventure! Isn't it exciting?!"
Donald gives him the most stupidest look, as he was pretty damn sure that Yen Sid refrained from giving them a confirmation date for their next assignment. An assignment that he hopes has the two participating in more activities than "standing robotically in the tower room for about ninety-six hours."
But it would be wrong to make fun of his best friend, so he says nothing about his bizarre actions.
And instead, he waits there with him. In hopes that one day, their waiting will be repaid with the reward of being able to do something really meaningful.