Disclaimer: My muse died after this, it may be a while. Sadly, the only
character I own is Roger.
Xander and Anya were getting nowhere. Xander, our beloved Xander, insisted on stopping at every fast food joint on the way. They sat wedged in a booth at McDonalds only five minutes after Buffy the Almighty had dispatched them. "Xander, sex toy, we're not really getting anywhere. Ever. Now or at home, in bed." She hinted desperately. Her body was begging Xander, but he was having none of it. He began working on his eighth big mac. "You know Anya, do you think maybe something is going on with Buffy and Spike? I know they hate each other and I'm a little worried they may get violent." Clueless clueless Xander just munched away. "Xander, they're fucking. A lot. All over the place." Anya said, deadpan. "Eh? They're what now in the what now?" He stood, "I think I need another coke, back in a minute love bird." He rolled toward the counter and Anya almost yanked out her blonde.Red hair right then and there. So it seems Anya and Xander are out of the game for now. We leave Anya desperately hinting at her sexual starvation, and Xander desperately trying to ward off actual starvation.
Dawn's hair, or Roger as it were, was out prowling the night, enjoying his new found freedom. He smiled as much as hair can smile as he thought about the fate of Sunnyhell. He was free to find a new victim, someone with a brain weak enough to follow his every whim. Dawn certainly didn't have the brain capacity to fight him off, but she had been getting mouthy with him, and he would have none of it. He cackled evilly as he traipsed down the street, he glanced in the window of McDonalds and found her. His new victim. The Time of Roger was drawing near.
"Willow, my gay lover, I can't seem to work this contraption. Can you help me?" Tara said sweetly. Incredibly sweetly. In fact if you had been in the room you may have vomited. "There are some other things I'd like to "help" you with." Willow grinned lewdly and went to help Tara with her laptop. She sat on Tara's actual lap and began to type, occasionally nuzzling her lover. Suddenly
"Really Really Bad Timing Spike!"
Burst in on what was about to become the gratuitous UPN lesbian sex scene, very unwelcome. "Red, Glinda, I need your bloody help. Blimey! Anya's been possessed by Dawn's Hair!" Willow and Tara immediately sprung into action. "Don't worry. The Lesbians are on the case." Willow said, and they ran out the door. They ran into the magic box, where Buffy was sobbing on the couch next to Dawn, Xander was munching nervously on a jelly donut, and Dawn was still swaying and muttering. "If I, Buffy, were still in heaven, none of this would have happened to ME." Buffy sobbed loudly. "Where's Anya? And what's that hair gonna do?" Tara spewed sugar. And the door was yanked open. "Here I am, and you're about to find out!" Everyone turned to look and gasped at what they saw!
Xander and Anya were getting nowhere. Xander, our beloved Xander, insisted on stopping at every fast food joint on the way. They sat wedged in a booth at McDonalds only five minutes after Buffy the Almighty had dispatched them. "Xander, sex toy, we're not really getting anywhere. Ever. Now or at home, in bed." She hinted desperately. Her body was begging Xander, but he was having none of it. He began working on his eighth big mac. "You know Anya, do you think maybe something is going on with Buffy and Spike? I know they hate each other and I'm a little worried they may get violent." Clueless clueless Xander just munched away. "Xander, they're fucking. A lot. All over the place." Anya said, deadpan. "Eh? They're what now in the what now?" He stood, "I think I need another coke, back in a minute love bird." He rolled toward the counter and Anya almost yanked out her blonde.Red hair right then and there. So it seems Anya and Xander are out of the game for now. We leave Anya desperately hinting at her sexual starvation, and Xander desperately trying to ward off actual starvation.
Dawn's hair, or Roger as it were, was out prowling the night, enjoying his new found freedom. He smiled as much as hair can smile as he thought about the fate of Sunnyhell. He was free to find a new victim, someone with a brain weak enough to follow his every whim. Dawn certainly didn't have the brain capacity to fight him off, but she had been getting mouthy with him, and he would have none of it. He cackled evilly as he traipsed down the street, he glanced in the window of McDonalds and found her. His new victim. The Time of Roger was drawing near.
"Willow, my gay lover, I can't seem to work this contraption. Can you help me?" Tara said sweetly. Incredibly sweetly. In fact if you had been in the room you may have vomited. "There are some other things I'd like to "help" you with." Willow grinned lewdly and went to help Tara with her laptop. She sat on Tara's actual lap and began to type, occasionally nuzzling her lover. Suddenly
"Really Really Bad Timing Spike!"
Burst in on what was about to become the gratuitous UPN lesbian sex scene, very unwelcome. "Red, Glinda, I need your bloody help. Blimey! Anya's been possessed by Dawn's Hair!" Willow and Tara immediately sprung into action. "Don't worry. The Lesbians are on the case." Willow said, and they ran out the door. They ran into the magic box, where Buffy was sobbing on the couch next to Dawn, Xander was munching nervously on a jelly donut, and Dawn was still swaying and muttering. "If I, Buffy, were still in heaven, none of this would have happened to ME." Buffy sobbed loudly. "Where's Anya? And what's that hair gonna do?" Tara spewed sugar. And the door was yanked open. "Here I am, and you're about to find out!" Everyone turned to look and gasped at what they saw!