Bugger it, then.
(working title)
~by cat, with help from her very weird muses, mostly rin and alena~
a/n: I wrote this because a character popped into my head, and when characters do that, I write about them. Especially if they bring their own plot bunny with them. Of course, it's annoying when they don't have names, cause then I have to think one up… *pouts* And also I wrote this because Scott is incredibly cool. ;-)
p.s. I like adjectives.
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Scott Evil was bored. Really, incredibly, mind-numbingly bored. He had already yelled at seven random henchmen, made a list of possible locations for his new Lair (Mount Everest was getting boring), sent most of his black clothes off to the dry-cleaners, practiced his evil laugh (he desperately needed it), had a latte, and ran into a closed door (that was an accident)… and it was only three minutes past eleven in the morning. Now, Scott was sitting in the motorized chair, tossing a stress squeezie left over from group therapy into the air repeatedly- there was a fly on the ceiling he was trying to hit, which was difficult, as the ceiling was very high.
A random henchman walked across the far end of the spacious main room, pushing a hand trolley piled high with newspapers. "Paper, Your Evilness?" he yelled, just as Scott tossed up the squeezie for the one hundred and fifty-ninth time.
Scott turned his head to look at the henchman. The squeezie, instead of being caught, bounced off the top of Scott's head. "Oww!" he exclaimed, glaring at the cheerful, bright blue squeezie now lying harmlessly on the floor. "Sure, whatever," he yelled back to the random henchman, who picked up the top paper from his stack, slid it down the length of the shiny black table, and continued his rounds. Scott picked up the paper, muttering incomprehensibly about possessed killer squeezies, and scanned the front page. The headline blared, "Dr. Evil Reformed, Joins Forces of Good!" Underneath it was a large picture of Dr. Evil, Austin Powers, and several beautiful, scantily clad women, all looking disgustingly cheerful. It was followed by a lengthy article, continued on pages two, three, five, seven, and a bit of page eight.
"Yeah, yeah," Scott mumbled. "Tell me something I don't know." He flipped through the rest of the sections, rather disinterestedly, until something caught his eye- the classified ads. Suddenly, Scott Evil had a wonderful, evil idea. He opened his mouth to laugh evilly, or maybe even maniacally, but he was interrupted by Frau, standing on a conveniently located balcony.
"Scott! Don't even think about it!"
Scott shut his mouth, glared at her, and stalked out of the room.
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disclaimer. I own Scott. He's mine, you hear? Property of moi.
(Hey… I can dream, right?)
and another a/n: I am so sorry this is so short! This is all I had typed up before I lost the journal I have it written in. *eeps* But, I shall find it, so fear not!
