Hallo leute! Wie geht es Ihnen? hehe XD ok, i'll stop speaking strange languages now. Anywho, here's another random one shot. And please...Don't, ask, where this came from. I really, honestly, Truly, don't know.
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A moment of oddness
It started out as just an ordinary day. Well, as ordinary as it could be in Perfection Valley Nevada. Which was actually fairly unordinary. But that is beside the point. Because today we are looking at one of the strangest moments that has ever befallen our one and only, Burt Gummer.
As was said earlier, the day started out fairly normal. Burt woke up as he usually did, around 500 hours, ate his breakfast, and started out on his morning patrol before heading into town. Jodi was in her store, attending to the first of the tourists for that day while Larry puttered around and assisted wherever he could; Nancy was tending her garden while humming a little tune; and Tyler was nowhere to be found. But seeing as Tyler had several tours that day, Burt just figured he was tending to his jeep and didn't spare it another thought.
He did however, wonder about it later. The first tour was ready to go but Tyler had yet to show up. So, as Burt was often forced to do, the slightly annoyed survivalist headed over to the garage to look for the missing tour guide.
Burt checked the front door first and found it locked. Which was rather strange, seeing as Tyler rarely, if ever, locked his doors. Unless there was a rather large group coming to town.
Deciding to see if Tyler was around back before using his own key to get in, Burt headed towards the rear of the old Quonset hut. That is when what was possibly the most strangest moment in Burt's life happened.
He had barely turned the corner, when he heard a strange, almost childish, squeak right above his head. Burt had barely enough time to look up before a sopping wet tour guide fell, quite literally, right into his arms.
Burt just stared down at the man, not quite sure what to say. Tyler looked up, recovering from his surprise of being caught, let out a rather high, "Ew!" as he realized who was holding him, and promptly scrambled out of the survivalists arms and ran inside his home.
The rest of the day went on as normal. Tyler took his tours out; Jodi sold souvenirs and food; and Burt did whatever Burt felt he had to do. No words where ever spoken of the incident, in fact Tyler himself seemed to act as if nothing had ever taken place. And to this day, Burt still has no idea why, or how, any of it happened.
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah...welp, the mind is strange, is it not?
This has become my favourite, namely for a comment I received on dA from a follower. He was wondering why and how Tyler had been dropping from the sky sopping yet, and rationalized that it was because he had been temporarily abducted by a pop-tart cat that pooped rainbows. Do with that what you will.
I'll probably have another one-shot posted up soon at request of Rejected. Whether I'll post it on it's own or in here I haven't decided yet. Either way, it shall be up, hopefully sometime this weekend. In the mean time, REVIEW!