I PMed a friend of mine a picture of some stilettos saying something along the lines of "FRANK. IN STILETTOS."

She said something along the lines of loving the idea and just needing to find a way to cram him in them.

I promptly (as in five hours later) responded with this little monstrosity.

I'm so sorry, to all of you who read this. ;-;

Disclaimer: I own nothing.


There were two things on X's mind right now: a, why was Labtech 123, more commonly known as Frank, wearing stilettos, and b, where did he procure said stilettos?

Really, it didn't matter why 123 was wearing stilettos, but X was a bit curious. The important thing was how he had obtained them. Each Labtech had multiple microchips and listening devices implanted in them. Should any of them turn traitor (not that they'd dare to cross X, but one such as he could never be too careful), they would be eliminated before posing a threat to NeXuS. Yes, X was a bit paranoid, but paranoia was a natural part of plans like his. All of his Labtechs knew what a close eye he kept on them. 123 never left the compound except for missions, and he never deviated from his assignments. If he had gone shopping, X would have known.

The second thought was from a female Labtech or someone going out shopping for requirements such as food and drink, but that was highly unlikely as 123 wasn't one to ask for help unless he was in danger of getting injured. Which was more often than X liked (he would never admit it, but he was quite fond of the small man), but the knowledge that 123 was able to stay relatively safe by using others kept X from keeping the man squirreled away. Not to mention he was extremely useful on missions outside the compound, being able to charm thousands of people into doing things that would otherwise spend millions of gold and precious NeXuS resources.

The third thought was that the man had made the stilettos, but 123 was trained in the art of science, not the art of shoemaking. And being X's second in command, the Labtech never had enough time to put together shoes, anyway. He barely even had enough time to eat meals before rushing off to work on something else. Sleep was so rare for all of the Labtechs, and 123 more so. Making shoes? X nearly laughed.

For once, X was truly clueless. He wasn't fond of being stumped, and briefly entertained the idea of asking 123 just how he had managed to get his hands on the stilettos. He didn't want to admit not knowing something, especially in front of his best and most loyal Labtech. But the desire to know was gnawing at his brain, very much like the Grunnies from the 2005 Halloween event had gnawed at the brains of Gaians.

X was about to suck it up and ask...

That's when he noticed 123's mini skirt.


Feel free to yell at me for any mistakes.

Unnnhghhh.

Things I know are wrong with the story:

- I shouldn't be writing this in the first place because I have not studied the things relevant to these characters enough to allow myself to write them (in my opinion, but I'm a maniac about knowing everything about a character before writing them).

- X is probably out of character. Most likely, in fact. I should finish zOMG! so I can get a bit more of a basic idea of what he's like instead of reading spoilers.

- Frank's outfit. STFU, it was the whole reason I wrote this.

- Info? I think I got the whole NeXuS thing right... But I can't guarantee other stuff. If there is other stuff.

- THE SHOEMAKER PARAGRAPH

- The whole story oh god I suck so hard.

-THE COMPOUND IS UNDER THE SEA. WAY TO REMEMBER THAT FACT 12 FRIGGING HOURS AFTER WRITING THIS, SELF. *shoots self*