Disclaimer: Beckett's VERY lucky I don't own him. I mean, look at what I'm doing to him now! XD
(Bashing ideas welcome! I've made up a list of 25 so far, and would love to see it grow!)
Chapter Four: In Which Beckett Is Eaten by Maccus
"I'm hungry!" Maccus roared, pounding his fist on the table. "Where's my food?"
Maccus was sitting in Beckett's office. Why was he sitting there? Because he had been invited in by the servant.
You know which servant I'm talking about, right? He's the traumatized one who always appears in my Beckett fics. Well, he needs a name. I hereby entitle him… Gloop.
"It's coming, milord!" Gloop sang out, sounding cheery and un-traumatized for once in his life.
A short time later, Gloop bustled in, carrying a covered dish.
Smirking, he set the dish on the table, and took off the cover.
There, trussed up with an apple stapled to his forehead, was Beckett.
"Mmmfgrawwk!" said Beckett, his voice muffled by the duct tape Gloop had wrapped around his head twenty times.
"Oooh, sushi!" squealed Maccus like a little girl, capping his hands together.
Picking up a fork and knife, he carefully carved off a hunk, and chewed on it thoughtfully.
"Mmm, tastes like a limy, icky man that everyone hates," Maccus mused, breaking into a wide grin. "Just the way I like it! And the duct tape adds a rather nice spice to it."
"I'm glad you like it, milord!" chirped Gloop, beaming.
Soon, Maccus tired of the knife and fork. He dropped them, and simply tore into Beckett with his pointy, sharky teeth.
Beckett protested heartily about this.
It was to no avail. Soon, there was nothing left, except for Beckett's wig.
Leaning back, Maccus sighed and burped contentedly.