Disclaimer: I don't own these characters (except for Willow). Time to get
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"What are ya doin' here?" Willow asked.
"I gotta piss," said Zigzag. "What are you doin' here."
"Couldn't sleep."
"Yeah. I couldn't sleep at first. But after digging every day, is hard to stay up."
"That's what I figured."
"I gotta go." Zigzag whispered before running off. Willow sighed and sat down. She really had to get some sleep before tomorrow, but she couldn't. Too much of a night owl, ain't I? She thought. She hummed some lullabies she couldn't remember the words to. At least, she hoped they were lullabies. Last time she had hummed long-forgotten lullabies she found herself humming 'All the Small Things,' so she was never sure what song she was thinking of.
Zigzag came running back a minute or two later.
"All better?"
"Yeah," said Zigzag.
"How long've you been stuck here?"
"I dunno. A few months, I guess."
"Hm. So every day's the same?"
"Well, I wouldn't say every day's the same. Today was a bit different than usual."
"Why? What happened?"
Zigzag waved his arms around, trying not to scream. "What happened? You came! That's what happened." Zigzag stared at her like she was the crazy one.
"Oh, yeah. So, there haven't been any other girls here? Not one?"
"None 'cept the warden."
"Geez. How long 'sit been since ya seen a girl?"
"Few months."
"Holy sh-cow. Guess I'm really out numbered."
"Yup."
"Oh, well. I think I may actually like it here. I mean, besides the early mornings and all the digging. But you and the rest of the guys seem nice enough."
"Um, thanks. I gotta get some sleep."
"Okay. Night-night." Willow stepped forward and hugged Zigzag. "Sweet dreams." She whispered.
"Uh. You, too," Zigzag said and walked back in.
Willow laughed. "He seemed a bit freaked out by that hug." She whispered to herself. "Oh, great, I'm talking to myself. Guess I am going crazy. Ah, well. Nothing new there." She moved the flap out of the way and walked back to her bed. Interesting day. Yep, very interesting. She pulled up the covers and closed her eyes.
After lying there like an idiot for a few minutes, she finally fell asleep. ********************************************************
"Wake up! Get up!" a gruff voice yelled. There was also some sort of horn or bell going off. "Time to get digging." It sounded like Mr. Sir.
But Willow managed to sleep right through this. She didn't get up until some of the boys came on tapped her on the shoulder and, when that didn't work, Armpit pushed her out of bed.
"Ahhhhhh! Get away! I'm sleeping." She kicked her feet and waved her hands all over, refusing to open her eyes.
"Hey, calm down, chica. Time to get up." Magnet said.
Willow finally opened her eyes. And immediately shut them again.
"Maybe we should kick her?" said Armpit.
"Don't you dare!"
"Better watch it, dude. She might beat you up. Girls have short tempers, you know?"
"Yeah. 'Specially us short ones," Willow said, finally standing up and throwing her cover back on the bed. She pulled on her orange jump-suit thing and followed the rest of the boys out. She noticed Zigzag had already left.
Outside she tried to explain to them, again, that she's a vegetarian. "I don't eat meat." But that didn't do a lot of good.
"Well then, guess you can eat the dirt and rocks, 'cause we don't got nothing else for you." Mr. Sir said. Willow sighed and grabbed the hunk of pig or cow of chicken or whatever the hell the food was. She didn't really want to know.
After grabbing a shovel she followed Dr. Pendanski as he showed the boys in her tent where they were digging their holes that day. She took a final bite of the disgusting breakfast they gave her and started digging.
Now, Willow's no weakling. She's not exactly a weightlifter, but she stronger than a lot of girls she knows, even though she may not look it. But she still had a hard time digging in that ground. The top was really hard and took a while to break, and then by the time she had the top done, she was already tired and had a hard time getting the rest of the slightly softer dirt out of the hole. Needless to say, she was the last D-tenter done. Even though they had started at sunrise, it was almost sunset by the time she changed and went into the 'wreck room'.
"Yo, Shorty!" Barfbag threw his arm around her as she walked in and steered her towards the rest of the group. (A/N: Did you know shorty is in the dictionary? It means: one that is short.)
"Why ya callin her shorty? She ain't that short." Magnet looked her up and down.
"I know I ain't. But I'm always surrounded by tall people. I guess it's my curse to be average height surrounded by tall people." Will smiled.
"Whatever Will, I mean Shorty," Armpit said.
"Hey, guys! I think I'm getting some reception on this thing!" Squid yelled form in front of the TV.
"No way, man! Seriously?" Magnet followed the rest as they ran over. ***************************************************
Dinner was just as disgusting as it was the night before. But this time Willow ate it all, starved from her first day of digging. Tomorrow's worse, everyone had assured her. That's what she had figured. Sore and tired from the day before, and the mattress didn't make things any better. At least this time she fell asleep quickly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Please review and read my other story. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed. Now I just have to choose a Halloween costume for tonight.
And by the way, shorty is in the dictionary. At least in some dictionaries. Main Entry: shorty
Variant(s): or short·ie /'shor-tE/
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural short·ies
Date: 1888
: one that is short That's form the Merriam-webster online dictionary
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"What are ya doin' here?" Willow asked.
"I gotta piss," said Zigzag. "What are you doin' here."
"Couldn't sleep."
"Yeah. I couldn't sleep at first. But after digging every day, is hard to stay up."
"That's what I figured."
"I gotta go." Zigzag whispered before running off. Willow sighed and sat down. She really had to get some sleep before tomorrow, but she couldn't. Too much of a night owl, ain't I? She thought. She hummed some lullabies she couldn't remember the words to. At least, she hoped they were lullabies. Last time she had hummed long-forgotten lullabies she found herself humming 'All the Small Things,' so she was never sure what song she was thinking of.
Zigzag came running back a minute or two later.
"All better?"
"Yeah," said Zigzag.
"How long've you been stuck here?"
"I dunno. A few months, I guess."
"Hm. So every day's the same?"
"Well, I wouldn't say every day's the same. Today was a bit different than usual."
"Why? What happened?"
Zigzag waved his arms around, trying not to scream. "What happened? You came! That's what happened." Zigzag stared at her like she was the crazy one.
"Oh, yeah. So, there haven't been any other girls here? Not one?"
"None 'cept the warden."
"Geez. How long 'sit been since ya seen a girl?"
"Few months."
"Holy sh-cow. Guess I'm really out numbered."
"Yup."
"Oh, well. I think I may actually like it here. I mean, besides the early mornings and all the digging. But you and the rest of the guys seem nice enough."
"Um, thanks. I gotta get some sleep."
"Okay. Night-night." Willow stepped forward and hugged Zigzag. "Sweet dreams." She whispered.
"Uh. You, too," Zigzag said and walked back in.
Willow laughed. "He seemed a bit freaked out by that hug." She whispered to herself. "Oh, great, I'm talking to myself. Guess I am going crazy. Ah, well. Nothing new there." She moved the flap out of the way and walked back to her bed. Interesting day. Yep, very interesting. She pulled up the covers and closed her eyes.
After lying there like an idiot for a few minutes, she finally fell asleep. ********************************************************
"Wake up! Get up!" a gruff voice yelled. There was also some sort of horn or bell going off. "Time to get digging." It sounded like Mr. Sir.
But Willow managed to sleep right through this. She didn't get up until some of the boys came on tapped her on the shoulder and, when that didn't work, Armpit pushed her out of bed.
"Ahhhhhh! Get away! I'm sleeping." She kicked her feet and waved her hands all over, refusing to open her eyes.
"Hey, calm down, chica. Time to get up." Magnet said.
Willow finally opened her eyes. And immediately shut them again.
"Maybe we should kick her?" said Armpit.
"Don't you dare!"
"Better watch it, dude. She might beat you up. Girls have short tempers, you know?"
"Yeah. 'Specially us short ones," Willow said, finally standing up and throwing her cover back on the bed. She pulled on her orange jump-suit thing and followed the rest of the boys out. She noticed Zigzag had already left.
Outside she tried to explain to them, again, that she's a vegetarian. "I don't eat meat." But that didn't do a lot of good.
"Well then, guess you can eat the dirt and rocks, 'cause we don't got nothing else for you." Mr. Sir said. Willow sighed and grabbed the hunk of pig or cow of chicken or whatever the hell the food was. She didn't really want to know.
After grabbing a shovel she followed Dr. Pendanski as he showed the boys in her tent where they were digging their holes that day. She took a final bite of the disgusting breakfast they gave her and started digging.
Now, Willow's no weakling. She's not exactly a weightlifter, but she stronger than a lot of girls she knows, even though she may not look it. But she still had a hard time digging in that ground. The top was really hard and took a while to break, and then by the time she had the top done, she was already tired and had a hard time getting the rest of the slightly softer dirt out of the hole. Needless to say, she was the last D-tenter done. Even though they had started at sunrise, it was almost sunset by the time she changed and went into the 'wreck room'.
"Yo, Shorty!" Barfbag threw his arm around her as she walked in and steered her towards the rest of the group. (A/N: Did you know shorty is in the dictionary? It means: one that is short.)
"Why ya callin her shorty? She ain't that short." Magnet looked her up and down.
"I know I ain't. But I'm always surrounded by tall people. I guess it's my curse to be average height surrounded by tall people." Will smiled.
"Whatever Will, I mean Shorty," Armpit said.
"Hey, guys! I think I'm getting some reception on this thing!" Squid yelled form in front of the TV.
"No way, man! Seriously?" Magnet followed the rest as they ran over. ***************************************************
Dinner was just as disgusting as it was the night before. But this time Willow ate it all, starved from her first day of digging. Tomorrow's worse, everyone had assured her. That's what she had figured. Sore and tired from the day before, and the mattress didn't make things any better. At least this time she fell asleep quickly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Please review and read my other story. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed. Now I just have to choose a Halloween costume for tonight.
And by the way, shorty is in the dictionary. At least in some dictionaries. Main Entry: shorty
Variant(s): or short·ie /'shor-tE/
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural short·ies
Date: 1888
: one that is short That's form the Merriam-webster online dictionary
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