Dark Prospects
AngelicOne: Well people do odd things on drugs. We won't hold it against her. Actually I'm lying. She's going to here about Christmas Beavers until the day she dies. ^_^
Sanely Challenged: I certainly won't call math teachers people! Yes, Christmas beavers may one day take over the earth, so it's good you like them… *_*
GriffinFox: It was strange to write him saying that line… But it was so fun! ^_^ Thanks! In my opinion, anteater is so much more Christmas-like than snowman, don't you think? Lol.
Akiko, Keeper of Sheep: Run Bernard! Run! ^_^ I support your decision to chase Bernard, but please don't kill him just yet as he still needs to suffer through the rest of my fic.
Criminally Insane: Sure. Bridget said it made her cry, and since you're such a sap for LotR, you'll be a blubbering ball of jelly and they'll have to scrape you off the floor. ^_^
Chapter 13: Sheep
Noel kept singing. "Here come rabid squirrels, here come rabid squirrels, right down Rabid Squirrels Lane—" She suddenly stopped and looked at Charlie. "Can I call you Daniel?"
"No," Charlie responded coldly.
"Danny?"
"No."
"Dan-The-Man?"
"No!"
She pouted. "Can I call you Larry?"
Charlie ignored her. "Well Bernard, since you're so obsessed with Noel, you may join in her… fun."
Before the words had even sunken in, Bernard felt something poke through his skin. He realized belatedly that it had been a needle and that any moment now he would lose all his sanity and start singing about rabid squirrels.
He pulled away before Bob the food guy had finished giving him whatever drug was in the needle, so maybe it would not make him quite as crazy as Noel… He considered his options miserably. He could stay here and lose his mind, but the idea of thinking up names like "Turtle Hat" scared him. Another option would be to try and teleport, but that would probably only take him a few inches away, if anything. And with Noel, the idea was ludicrous.
Perhaps it was the drugs taking effect, but in a fit of madness, Bernard got to his feet dizzily. He tried to focus on something, but when that failed, he dove for Noel and telported.
Only expecting to enter another room at the most, Bernard was surprised (to say the least) when he opened his eyes to find he and Noel staring up at Santa and Mrs. Clause.
Noel giggled. "That was fun, Jack! Let's go again! Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell Jack—"
Scott stared. "What happened to her?"
Bernard regarded him seriously. "I see vibrating sheep."
And then there was black.
A/N: Thanks to Akiko, Keeper of Sheep for the brilliant sheep idea. And note I still have the flu so this might not be the best chapter of the fic.