Rather important little note: This fic is not a fic at all. It is a conglomeration of small drabbles, pieces of stories that do not belong in any fic. These were all challenges, where a phrase and the word count were given to me, and I wrote something in response to the challenge. I like some of them, so I'm posting them here, in this story thing. New drabbles go into new chapters. None of them go together. They're just here.
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Challenge #9
Phrase: "Want some popcorn?"
Word Count: 421
Rating: PG
Title: Voyeur
Author: Rydia Highwind
Disclaimer: Metal Gear Solid and Metal Gear Solid 2 and all characters refered to herein belong to Konami. I claim nothing, I'm simply borrowing.
Summary: Ocelot and Olga see something they were probably better off not seeing.
Warning: ...I was on crack when I wrote this. I'm SO very sorry.
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"What's going on?"
The thick Russian accent wafted into the metallic hallway, barely heard over the screaming of the captive in the next room. As it was, it was something like a small miracle that Ocelot could hear the girl at all. Their pale-haired captive could sure be loud, and it didn't help that the popcorn Ocelot was eating was making a loud crunching noise. He did hear her, though, and turned to look.
"The boss is having some fun with that kid you dragged in here," he replied, gesturing at the window where it was obvious that Solidus was indeed having some, er, fun. "Want some popcorn?" He extended the half full bowl he held out to her.
Olga blinked at him in disbelief, and then turned back to the window, ignoring his offer. He shrugged and took the bowl back to himself. More for him, then. Not like it bothered him any. A particularly loud scream emitted from the room, causing Olga to raise her eyebrows in surprise. "What exactly is he doing?" she said in a voice that clearly stated she did not want to know.
"You don't want to know," Ocelot confirmed cheerfully.
She was watching the one way glass with an expression of combined awe and horror, and she even winced as another scream emitted from the torture chamber. Olga seemed to want to be looking anywhere other than where she was looking, and yet, she couldn't turn her eyes away. Ocelot was familiar with the train-wreck scenario--you don't want to see, but you just can't look away. And if there was ever a time such a thing applied, it was now. Ocelot, of course, was amused by the entire situation, but he had also been accused of being a sick and twisted person on many occasions and that was something he really couldn't find it in himself to disagree with.
"It's really quite invigorating, isn't it?" Ocelot said, turning his attention back to the glass panel separating them from Solidus and his captive. He popped a few more kernels of popcorn into his mouth.
She blinked suddenly, as if waking up from a trance, and then frowned, leaning forward a little. "What is that, is it--?" She looked at him, her eyes begging for some denial.
"I'm afraid so," he replied. "The boss is dirtier than you'd think. I don't even want to know where he gets /clown/ porn, though...."
"Americans!" The word was spat with disgust, and Ocelot couldn't help but agree.
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Challenge #9
Phrase: "Want some popcorn?"
Word Count: 421
Rating: PG
Title: Voyeur
Author: Rydia Highwind
Disclaimer: Metal Gear Solid and Metal Gear Solid 2 and all characters refered to herein belong to Konami. I claim nothing, I'm simply borrowing.
Summary: Ocelot and Olga see something they were probably better off not seeing.
Warning: ...I was on crack when I wrote this. I'm SO very sorry.
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"What's going on?"
The thick Russian accent wafted into the metallic hallway, barely heard over the screaming of the captive in the next room. As it was, it was something like a small miracle that Ocelot could hear the girl at all. Their pale-haired captive could sure be loud, and it didn't help that the popcorn Ocelot was eating was making a loud crunching noise. He did hear her, though, and turned to look.
"The boss is having some fun with that kid you dragged in here," he replied, gesturing at the window where it was obvious that Solidus was indeed having some, er, fun. "Want some popcorn?" He extended the half full bowl he held out to her.
Olga blinked at him in disbelief, and then turned back to the window, ignoring his offer. He shrugged and took the bowl back to himself. More for him, then. Not like it bothered him any. A particularly loud scream emitted from the room, causing Olga to raise her eyebrows in surprise. "What exactly is he doing?" she said in a voice that clearly stated she did not want to know.
"You don't want to know," Ocelot confirmed cheerfully.
She was watching the one way glass with an expression of combined awe and horror, and she even winced as another scream emitted from the torture chamber. Olga seemed to want to be looking anywhere other than where she was looking, and yet, she couldn't turn her eyes away. Ocelot was familiar with the train-wreck scenario--you don't want to see, but you just can't look away. And if there was ever a time such a thing applied, it was now. Ocelot, of course, was amused by the entire situation, but he had also been accused of being a sick and twisted person on many occasions and that was something he really couldn't find it in himself to disagree with.
"It's really quite invigorating, isn't it?" Ocelot said, turning his attention back to the glass panel separating them from Solidus and his captive. He popped a few more kernels of popcorn into his mouth.
She blinked suddenly, as if waking up from a trance, and then frowned, leaning forward a little. "What is that, is it--?" She looked at him, her eyes begging for some denial.
"I'm afraid so," he replied. "The boss is dirtier than you'd think. I don't even want to know where he gets /clown/ porn, though...."
"Americans!" The word was spat with disgust, and Ocelot couldn't help but agree.