Hey, I'm back:) I wanted to let everyone know that I have started a Drabble of Doom for Skyrim as well. If you wanna check it out, do it up. Want a request? Say so. I don't care, it's all in good fun. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this. It happens every time I'm in Big Mountain.
Warning: Very short.
A/N: Updated because Fanfiction has been messing up the format. So this would have been out a hell of a lot sooner had I been able to fix the problem on my own. But no, the website wanted to a dick.
"I uh," Atilla rubbed the back of her neck, right hand placed firmly on her hip. "I don't know what I'm seeing right now."
"Your guess is as good as mine," Arcade muttered, taking a bite of the strange thing Atilla called 'chocolate'.
Atilla looked at him sideways, her facial expression priceless had she not been so genuinely confused.
They had arrived in Big Mountain just that morning, exactly six hours ago, and hadn't been in once. The Sink hadn't reported in on any unusual theatrics inside the apartment and no one had complained. Muggy had been so caught up in the avalanche of mugs his Courier had brought that she had totally forgotten to ask if he had seen anything strange. But he had just been so happy and cute, she didn't want to disturb him as he seemed to have a multiple-orgasm over the white ceramic drinking cups. 'If only Michael Angelo had let me keep that camera,' Atilla had cooed over her little mug-obsessed Securitron.
Arcade had thought the whole place strange from the beginning.
The machines talked.
In non-programmed, coherent sentences. Arcade wanted to dissect everything, he almost got a nosebleed from this place. So gay, so fabulous and so obsessed with technology. Ugh, he was adorable.
But right now, he was just as stumped as she was over what was happening in front of them.
The Sink had a Biological Research Station Atilla used quite frequently. There were so many plants she wanted more of that she rarely found in the Mojave and the station would certainly help the plants grow and thrive for her to just have whenever she wanted. But, lately, she had just been lazy and wanted basic crops to bring back to the NCR workers outside of New Vegas. So, she had planted the normal things: banana yucca, Nevada agave fruit, jalapenos, brock flower. Things were running smooth, totally fine.
Then she came back to…whatever this was.
The stalks of corn were just…falling through the trough they were supposed to be planted in. But it wasn't just that. No dirt was falling, there was no hole in the bottom of the trough. The stalks were just falling. Over and over again. Falling through, getting an inch from the ground and then reappearing the same height above the soil before dropping again.
"I am so sick of this place," Atilla sighed, turning towards her bedroom.
Arcade pursed his glittery – yes, glittery – lips and then took another bite of the chocolate. "I want more of this…"
Not as funny as usual but it's like 2:34 in the morning where I am and I am just so worn out from fighting with my family and dealing with a horrible dog that this was it. I promise another glitch is next and it will be so funny you pee yourself…ok, maybe not that funny, but you get the message. And this was mostly stemmed from sugar and the glitch but mainly a picture I found with Arcade putting on lipgloss.
I may do something about that...hmm...
