This series of ficlets was started by a prompt from a random Tumblr post;

imagine the most serious character you know

now imagine them getting scared by the toaster going off as they walk by

-evilpotato512

I don't have the energy/motivation to keep up the HA revamp at the moment, so you all can have these drabbles in the meantime to have at least some sort of content come out...


When the Gem Gang woke up each morning, the first thing any of them did was make breakfast. It didn't matter who woke up first, the first chore of the day was fixing up some grub for themselves and the rest of the group. It was a rule followed with cheerful gusto with only one exception. The enigmatic hermit they'd picked up from the desert, who probably didn't know how to prepare food anyways, was excluded from this. They suspected him of being a 'purist' after all, someone who thought reploid and human technologies shouldn't mix. That included reploids having anything to do with food. They respected that decision and let him do what he wanted instead.

That being said he was usually up and about not long after someone started breakfast, or another of them was up themselves. Honestly it probably didn't help him much that he slept on the couch; being that the living room and kitchen were next to each other, you couldn't really make a noise in one and expect the other to remain quiet. The pale blonde man wasn't exactly a heavy sleeper either.

Diamond was the first up on this particular day, Amethyst the second. The purple gang member immediately left to go fetch some milk as the leader, Diamond, swept back his unruly white locks and set to cooking. The smells soon wafted down the halls, summoning the rest of the male members. The females didn't take long to arrive either; Amethyst had apparently given them a head's up.

Their newest member was taking longer than usual to get up, but considering the bedraggled state he'd been in last night no one really wondered why. He dragged himself up, yawning, before making his way past the other members in the kitchen, each of them wishing him a good morning.

That was when the toast popped.

There was a sudden undignified yelp and a mild explosion. All activity stopped dead as the Gem Gang gawked at the soot-covered section of the kitchen and the puffed-up blonde, his hackles raised and his eyes wide with shock. Not a movement pervaded the house until a single, disbelieving twitch from the blonde.

Amethyst, who'd just come back through the front door in time to witness this mess, simply sighed and put the milk down on an undamaged section of the counter before turning back out the door.

"Guess I'd better go get another toaster too, huh."