I need to say that FLCL does not belong to me and I have no right over anything regaurding the story or characters of the series.
This is true, but I'm taking those liberties anyway. All fanfic writers do. Takes a brave soul to admit the truth and swing the bat..
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Broken
A FLCL Fanfiction by Mathias Mindblade
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A cold day in October..the sun rises on the city of Mabase, where we lay our scene.
In the distance a giant building that looks like an Iron looms menacingly over the city.
Along a cracked, abandoned road walks a young boy. He kicks every stone that he finds to the side of the road.
Perhaps he's doing it so other people won't trip over them, but no, that would imply that he was considerate, so no.
Perhaps he's doing it so that other people who see him will see that he is in a bad mood and avoid him.
But then again, that would imply that he cared at all about other people's dumb assumptions right now.
He was bored, nothing more, nothing less. Walking home to his Father's bakery at the end of a long, miserable day at school.
His father was also a writer of a mini-zine that was wrought with social decadence,taboo subjects, and lively controversy mixed
with healthy dose of paranoid conspiracy theories. He dreaded to go back home after school. Not because of his father so much
as thier new Self-Appointed housekeeper. She was a perverted, extroverted, psychotic, emasculating alien bitch with short pink
hair and a yellow Vespa Mini-bike. She almost always carried her bass guitar strapped to her back and took every opportunity
to slam it like a baseball bat straight into his skull. She was bad enough without his father encouraging her nature and even
matching her point for point with her perverted games. As he crosses the train tracks near his house he wonders just how long he will
have to live like this. If anything changed in his life, It would be blessing, no matter what it was. His world was ordinary. A life lived in
apathic sameness that threatened to bore new holes into his empty head. Oh yes, have I mentioned his brain is missing? X-rays were
taken by a robot that had somehow lurched out from the hollow of his cranium showing that it was indeed missing. Apparently it had been
replaced with an interdimensional portal though which giant robots would occasionally spring painfully from his head without warning.
You may think this breaks into his ordinary world but it's only one other thing to add to the insane loophole sick joke of atrocities that composed
his "Ordinary Life" in which he felt himself constantly trapped. He stopped in front of his house and opened the door with a sigh.
What he saw pushed him over the edge. This changed everything. His was now a life less ordinary. Much to his displeasure.
This has been part 1. Part 2 will come soon when I can write it. If you can't wait for that you can go jump in a freezing lake shouting FURI KURI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This was only the prolouge anyway. Next will be Chapter 1, Just try and guess what going to happen I triple dog dare you..
This is true, but I'm taking those liberties anyway. All fanfic writers do. Takes a brave soul to admit the truth and swing the bat..
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Broken
A FLCL Fanfiction by Mathias Mindblade
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A cold day in October..the sun rises on the city of Mabase, where we lay our scene.
In the distance a giant building that looks like an Iron looms menacingly over the city.
Along a cracked, abandoned road walks a young boy. He kicks every stone that he finds to the side of the road.
Perhaps he's doing it so other people won't trip over them, but no, that would imply that he was considerate, so no.
Perhaps he's doing it so that other people who see him will see that he is in a bad mood and avoid him.
But then again, that would imply that he cared at all about other people's dumb assumptions right now.
He was bored, nothing more, nothing less. Walking home to his Father's bakery at the end of a long, miserable day at school.
His father was also a writer of a mini-zine that was wrought with social decadence,taboo subjects, and lively controversy mixed
with healthy dose of paranoid conspiracy theories. He dreaded to go back home after school. Not because of his father so much
as thier new Self-Appointed housekeeper. She was a perverted, extroverted, psychotic, emasculating alien bitch with short pink
hair and a yellow Vespa Mini-bike. She almost always carried her bass guitar strapped to her back and took every opportunity
to slam it like a baseball bat straight into his skull. She was bad enough without his father encouraging her nature and even
matching her point for point with her perverted games. As he crosses the train tracks near his house he wonders just how long he will
have to live like this. If anything changed in his life, It would be blessing, no matter what it was. His world was ordinary. A life lived in
apathic sameness that threatened to bore new holes into his empty head. Oh yes, have I mentioned his brain is missing? X-rays were
taken by a robot that had somehow lurched out from the hollow of his cranium showing that it was indeed missing. Apparently it had been
replaced with an interdimensional portal though which giant robots would occasionally spring painfully from his head without warning.
You may think this breaks into his ordinary world but it's only one other thing to add to the insane loophole sick joke of atrocities that composed
his "Ordinary Life" in which he felt himself constantly trapped. He stopped in front of his house and opened the door with a sigh.
What he saw pushed him over the edge. This changed everything. His was now a life less ordinary. Much to his displeasure.
This has been part 1. Part 2 will come soon when I can write it. If you can't wait for that you can go jump in a freezing lake shouting FURI KURI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This was only the prolouge anyway. Next will be Chapter 1, Just try and guess what going to happen I triple dog dare you..