1.Havoc and the Smoking Kibble
Havoc was dragging a bag of kibbles behind him. It was a thirty pound bag. And way too big to carry. And it was all for the stray dog that he had found.
He pulled the overlarge dog food bag through the doorway and stopped to examine the dog that was sitting on his clean kitchen floor. It barked excitedly at the smell of food. Havoc pulled a random bowl off a shelf and poured some food into it. Then he plunked it on the floor. The dog practically jumped on him to get to the food.
I wonder what I'll name him, he thought. And then wondered what to do with it.
A familiar face popped into his mind…An orange haired tubby man.
Breda, Havoc thought evilly. I can bring the dog to work with me tomorrow, and sic it on Breda! That would be SO funny! He'd probably jump on top of a desk or something. And then the occupant of that desk would get mad at him, and push him off onto the floor…He cackled wickedly.
The dog stared at his new master, and wondered why he was laughing so evilly. But all the thinking hurt his brain, so he decided to go take a nap. He wandered into the living room and went to sleep on the couch.
"That's it!" Havoc yelled. "I'll take the dog- wait, I have to name him…Okay, I'll call him…Breda's Doom! Wait…what was I doing? Oh yeah. That's it!" he repeated. "I'll take the dog to work, and sic him on Breda! Then Breda will jump onto a desk and make the desk's owner angry. They'll push him onto the floor, and my evil dog of Breda's Doom will attack him!" He paused, and looked expectantly toward Breda's Doom, who, as it were, was snoozing gently on the couch. He didn't look like anyone's doom either.
"Nice plan," someone said. "Could you light this for me?"
"What?" Havoc asked confusedly. He looked around. There was no one in the kitchen but him and the half-eaten bowl of kibble sporting a cigarette in one side. Besides, everyone knows that kibble can't talk…
"Yeah I can," said the kibble. "My name is Kibble. And will you please light this?" The kibble wiggled the cigarette. "I don't have a lighter on me."
…Okay, so maybe it can talk…
a/n: I got this idea after I read Office Tales by Wolfenzippo. It was called Skippy's list(chapt. 10). This is my 1st fanfiction, please be nice…equivalent exchange? You review, I write?(I promise it'll get better.)