Author: Mad Mab
Pairing: Pied Piper/ Trickster
Fandom: Flash
Prompt: Lite Brite
Word Count: 650
Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
Hartley looked up from his crouched position at the bottom of the door to look at the small, colorful projectiles that had flown at his head. He stood up, almost falling back onto his ass, and pulled one of the little missiles out of the door.
He examined it closely. The thing was small, hard, and a semi-transparent blue color, so it couldn't hold any secret explosive or poison. It looked to be just made out of cheap plastic and was probably manufactured in the third world, too. He pulled out another and found it much the same except this one was yellow.
Thunk!
This one caught him by his pants leg. He pulled the tiny bit out of the fabric and dropped it on the floor.
He turned to meet his assailant, but no one was there. There was only a white box, on his coffee table, plugged into his wall. It had a small message written on it and much to Hartley's chagrin, he would have to move closer or get a stronger prescription to read it.
He pulled out his flute and walked towards it, wary of another attack. He reached a hand out to grab the side, so that he wouldn't have to bend over to read it.
It wrote, in yellow and blue plastic tubes, "I love you!" and a little further down the contraption, "P.S. If I don't have you bent over a table yet, I'm not doing it right!"
Hartley was half confused and half angry. Someone broke into his apartment, shot at him with little toys, and confessed to him, and was now...breathing on his neck? But breathe didn't feel cold, unless you're Cold himself, but that's not someone who would leave messages like this to anyone. Especially not to men. And especially not to Hartley!
He lashed out at his assailant (stalker?) and met only air. He rubbed the goosebumps down on the back of his neck. This was weird and more than a little frightening.
Thunk!
One of the little yellow pieces hit him in the back. He looked back at the machine. The message was different. It wrote, "Are you mad at me?"
Hartley's growing fear subsided a little and he got angry. "Wally?! Knock it off and get the hell out of my apartment! I don't want anything to do with you! Leave!"
He crossed his arms and blinked once. And then twice. He waited one more blink for Wally to materialize in front of him, trying to apologize to him like twice before. But Wally didn't appear or answer him.
Thunk!
A little blue tube hit him in his side. It had changed it's message again.
"As if he could be this romantic!"
Hartley's throat was dry. He tried to swallow. "J-James?" he whispered. He could feel his eyes tear up. It couldn't be James.
Thunk!
That yellow one hit him right between the eyes. "Ow!" he closed his eyes and grabbed his nose. Those things really hurt when they hit bone!
"Who else?"
Hartley felt a cool breeze along his hip for a moment. That was it. He took off through the door and slammed it behind him.
He rested his body against the door. He tried to take everything that just happened in and comprehend it. Who was the real culprit? Who really wanted to see him squirm and could do it the way they had? Who-?Thunk!
He pushed himself off the door and stared at it in disbelief.
Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
The little plastics were hitting the door so hard, that it sounded like a hail storm was going on back in his apartment.
He turned and ran down the hall and towards the stairs. "Tonight," Hartley thought, "I'll sleep at Rose's!"
And back in his apartment, the machine read, "Did I do something wrong?"