Fandom: Megaman Legends
Title: 71st Century Schizoid Man
Subject: The Quest for the PERFECT CANDY CANE!
Wordcount: 394... Trying to overcome the curse of the long drabble...
Pairing: N/A
Characters: Teisel
Rating: G for Gee, what was that?
Notes: Whoa. This one I find a little weak but okay. I wasted a title based off one of the best songs EVAR on this too. Bleh!
Teisel Bonne had been reclining in his favorite spot on the couch in his room, watching whatever Christmas sap they would put on. It would usually make him cry, thus whipping out the conveniently stored box of tissues shoved beneath the couch in an attempt to clean up the mess as quickly as possible so that no one would catch him, a full grown man, in the womanly act of crying from a movie. That was something he could picture Tron doing, although she never had and preferred something with a bit of teeth and blood to it (which Teisel found odd).
Anyway, the television: Right now, there was an old remake of the ancient story, "He Had a Terrific Living." Apparently, the story was so old that they could not figure out the real title (which given the story's present time compared to the author's, there was a gap of about a good five thousand or so years that allowed for plenty of mangling from Point A to Point B). So far his virility had been holding up well. His past record with this flick had not been so hot, so he decided to commemorate the moment with a candy cane from his little holiday mug on the floor.
Or was going to. This perfect moment could not be remembered with a broken little mess in a plastic wrapper! After several candy canes, all of them looking more like J-shaped containers of powder, Teisel was storming to the deck.
A huddled figure staggered inside the building, the rags whipping about his feet from the harsh mountaintop winds that slipped in. He looked worse for the wear, tired.
The employee at the register, whose tag marked him as "Bob," gave the stranger an odd look. "Um, hello, sir. Welcome to Auntie Grace's Sweetshack. The clothing store outlet is nearby."
Here, the tattered rags fell off from the stranger, revealing his out of place green armor and his face beaming. "Why, hello! I've been looking for a few candy canes that aren't broken? You know, the perfect ones! The ones that you want when you have this certain special event, right? Right? Those over there look good. Or even the ones there. Or even that on the wall, yes. Yes! How perfect! How excellent! How much? Name your price!"
I don't get paid enough, Bob frowned.
Fin