Nny's Christmas Stories! Um. yeah. Everyone needs holiday cheer!
bDisclaimer:/b I don't own Nny or Squee or Happy Noodle Boy or Christmas. But I ido/i have the copyrights to Frosty's ass.
bWarnings:/b Slight slash, but just implied. Rating for cursing and slashiness at the end. ^^;. Odd christmas.ness. ^^; . I'm working on an angsty slash fic, but for now, enjoy this. piece of. steaming. holiday shit!
"Nny, tell me a story." The delicately-curved boy looked at his lover with large eyes. The two sat on the couch, the younger curled in his boyfriend's arms. Nny raised his eyebrows, confused.
"Eh. what do you mean, istories? /i I could tell you about my last guest!" His face brightened in remembrance. Boy, that one put up a fight. Yelled something about "holiday spirit."
"No!" the younger boy yelled, "a Christmas story. You know, Rudolf, Santa, Frosty the Snowman." Squee ticked off the more familiar figures, oblivious to the suddenly manic gleam to Nny's eyes. The navy-blue-haired boy grinned and nodded his head slowly.
"Of course! iThose/i stories! Heh heh heh. No problem, Squeegee. I'll give you Christmas stories you'll never forget!" Squee blanched, sorry he'd brought it up. Nny's eyes focused on the wall opposite them. His voice lighted with enthusiasm as he began the fateful bChristmas Tales of Doom! /b *cue lightning and thunder*
bNoodle Boy Meets Santa:/b It began on a normal day for Noodle Boy. He slipped on a patch of ice and lay there while people stared at him. He delivered his normal speeches, awing his audience. Someone shot him a couple times, and he made friends with a piece of bark. Finally, when his day was done, he picked up his box and walked home. Some rival crazies held signs that read "You'd Better Not Cry", "You'd Better Watch Out", "Santa Clause is Coming", and "Red-Nosed Reindeers have Rabies". Confused, Happy Noodle Boy jumped on the sign- holders' heads. When he didn't get an answer, he rolled around in the white cold stuff on the ground. Someone threw a brick at him, and he mooed.
Finally, Happy Noodle Boy made it home. He yelled at the toaster for a bit while he evaded angry, gun-toting neighbors. Suddenly! A knock came at our favorite ranting noodle boy's door. Mumbling that his doormat was overdone, he answered the knock.
To his bewilderment, an old, grossly fat man in red velvet stood at the door. He had a garbage bag slung over his shoulder and toted a poofy beard that hid most of his face. Happy Noodle Boy scratched his navel in imore/i confusion when the obese old man chuckled.
"Why hello, Happy Noodle Boy! Merry Christmas! I hear you've been a good boy this year!"
"Holy excriment! You smell like deer shit!" our hero screamed. Santa blinked and squinted. Not quite the response he had expected.
"Um. actually, it's reindeer shit. Dasher and Dancer had a few accidents when we were taking off at the North Pole, and. Well, it doesn't matter. I'm here to give you your presents for being such a nice, polite boy! And." He trailed off when Happy Noodle Boy grabbed onto Father Christmas's fluffy beard with his legs and started swinging wildly, singing, "Yes, we have no bananas today, no bananas today!" Irritated by this strange young man, he gently deposited Happy Noodle Boy on the ground in front of him. The thin man started to pull Santa's red nose, which stuck out from his beard like a tomato.
"You have boogers! Wanna see me spin on my head?!" The jolly man yanked his nose free and rubbed it, glaring at the dancing noodle boy.
"Do you want your present or not, kid?! I have other houses to go to, you know! I can't spend all of Christmas Eve being harassed by some crazy idiot!" Happy Noodle Boy poked Santa in the stomach, eliciting a "Ho ho ho!" from him. (bAN: /b almost like the Pilsbury dough boy? ^^; )
"Stop that!" Santa shouted, and slammed his sack full of jolly presents into Happy Noodle Boy's head. Our hero lay on the ground, bleeding heavily. Disgusted, Santa threw his present near the inert body and grumpily climbed back into his sleigh.
Far off in the distance, a sillouette of a sleigh and 9 tiny reindeer fly off into the night, to bring Christmas cheer and joy. A prone figure lays on his doorstep, grumbling and yelling at his present.
Happy Noodle Boy must have been a very good boy this year. A brand new, shiny box sat next to him. It even said "Don't Yell So Loud" on the side.
As Nny finished his tale of Christmas Joy and Noodle Boy, Squee snuggled closer to him.
"I liked that one. Happy Noodle Boy is funny." Nny smiled down at his only real friend, who at the moment, was completely and utterly ihis. /i The Homicidal Maniac bent his head down and lightly nipped Squee's neck. As the night went on, Todd Casil "squeed" very many times, very bvery/b loudly.
Heh. ^^; Sorry, couldn't resist a little limey-ness. More Christmas Tales of Doom to come! *snickers* No pun intended, I swear.
bDisclaimer:/b I don't own Nny or Squee or Happy Noodle Boy or Christmas. But I ido/i have the copyrights to Frosty's ass.
bWarnings:/b Slight slash, but just implied. Rating for cursing and slashiness at the end. ^^;. Odd christmas.ness. ^^; . I'm working on an angsty slash fic, but for now, enjoy this. piece of. steaming. holiday shit!
"Nny, tell me a story." The delicately-curved boy looked at his lover with large eyes. The two sat on the couch, the younger curled in his boyfriend's arms. Nny raised his eyebrows, confused.
"Eh. what do you mean, istories? /i I could tell you about my last guest!" His face brightened in remembrance. Boy, that one put up a fight. Yelled something about "holiday spirit."
"No!" the younger boy yelled, "a Christmas story. You know, Rudolf, Santa, Frosty the Snowman." Squee ticked off the more familiar figures, oblivious to the suddenly manic gleam to Nny's eyes. The navy-blue-haired boy grinned and nodded his head slowly.
"Of course! iThose/i stories! Heh heh heh. No problem, Squeegee. I'll give you Christmas stories you'll never forget!" Squee blanched, sorry he'd brought it up. Nny's eyes focused on the wall opposite them. His voice lighted with enthusiasm as he began the fateful bChristmas Tales of Doom! /b *cue lightning and thunder*
bNoodle Boy Meets Santa:/b It began on a normal day for Noodle Boy. He slipped on a patch of ice and lay there while people stared at him. He delivered his normal speeches, awing his audience. Someone shot him a couple times, and he made friends with a piece of bark. Finally, when his day was done, he picked up his box and walked home. Some rival crazies held signs that read "You'd Better Not Cry", "You'd Better Watch Out", "Santa Clause is Coming", and "Red-Nosed Reindeers have Rabies". Confused, Happy Noodle Boy jumped on the sign- holders' heads. When he didn't get an answer, he rolled around in the white cold stuff on the ground. Someone threw a brick at him, and he mooed.
Finally, Happy Noodle Boy made it home. He yelled at the toaster for a bit while he evaded angry, gun-toting neighbors. Suddenly! A knock came at our favorite ranting noodle boy's door. Mumbling that his doormat was overdone, he answered the knock.
To his bewilderment, an old, grossly fat man in red velvet stood at the door. He had a garbage bag slung over his shoulder and toted a poofy beard that hid most of his face. Happy Noodle Boy scratched his navel in imore/i confusion when the obese old man chuckled.
"Why hello, Happy Noodle Boy! Merry Christmas! I hear you've been a good boy this year!"
"Holy excriment! You smell like deer shit!" our hero screamed. Santa blinked and squinted. Not quite the response he had expected.
"Um. actually, it's reindeer shit. Dasher and Dancer had a few accidents when we were taking off at the North Pole, and. Well, it doesn't matter. I'm here to give you your presents for being such a nice, polite boy! And." He trailed off when Happy Noodle Boy grabbed onto Father Christmas's fluffy beard with his legs and started swinging wildly, singing, "Yes, we have no bananas today, no bananas today!" Irritated by this strange young man, he gently deposited Happy Noodle Boy on the ground in front of him. The thin man started to pull Santa's red nose, which stuck out from his beard like a tomato.
"You have boogers! Wanna see me spin on my head?!" The jolly man yanked his nose free and rubbed it, glaring at the dancing noodle boy.
"Do you want your present or not, kid?! I have other houses to go to, you know! I can't spend all of Christmas Eve being harassed by some crazy idiot!" Happy Noodle Boy poked Santa in the stomach, eliciting a "Ho ho ho!" from him. (bAN: /b almost like the Pilsbury dough boy? ^^; )
"Stop that!" Santa shouted, and slammed his sack full of jolly presents into Happy Noodle Boy's head. Our hero lay on the ground, bleeding heavily. Disgusted, Santa threw his present near the inert body and grumpily climbed back into his sleigh.
Far off in the distance, a sillouette of a sleigh and 9 tiny reindeer fly off into the night, to bring Christmas cheer and joy. A prone figure lays on his doorstep, grumbling and yelling at his present.
Happy Noodle Boy must have been a very good boy this year. A brand new, shiny box sat next to him. It even said "Don't Yell So Loud" on the side.
As Nny finished his tale of Christmas Joy and Noodle Boy, Squee snuggled closer to him.
"I liked that one. Happy Noodle Boy is funny." Nny smiled down at his only real friend, who at the moment, was completely and utterly ihis. /i The Homicidal Maniac bent his head down and lightly nipped Squee's neck. As the night went on, Todd Casil "squeed" very many times, very bvery/b loudly.
Heh. ^^; Sorry, couldn't resist a little limey-ness. More Christmas Tales of Doom to come! *snickers* No pun intended, I swear.