Okay, so I'm stranded at the library, which usually could keep me busy for hours, but not when I've already been reading half the afternoon and am dangerously close to my checkout limit, so I decided to log onto the library computer and write something for you guys. Again, I used a prompt, which was balloon.
I warn you now, I've also been writing a lot already today, so my brain is a little fried. Between that and the fact that I'm completely distracted from this and most other fandoms by my obsession with WALL-E (only 10 more days! I can't wait! :D) so this is gonna be total crack. I'm starting to get that you guys like that kinda thing though, so enjoy the madness?
Sprx was starting to wonder if the team was purposefully picking on him. He was starting to grow a mental list of times he had been singled out to do the stupid task. Watching the robot? His job. Cleaning messed up cityscape after a battle left said area? His job, though the fact that he could simply levitate everything may have had a part in that. He honestly wasn't sure anymore. His main indicator that something fishy was happening was this pattern suddenly appearing after the whole "Fire of Hate" incident. What, did they feel like they needed to protect him now? Did they seriously think he didn't want to fight anymore?
At first, he had politely swallowed his pride and done his job, but this was it. This was the last straw. He drew a line at making sure a balloon didn't float into the sky.
That's right, Sprx had balloon duty.
Apparently, this was a very special balloon that could help save the world and blah blah blah…..whatever. It was still stupid, and he wasn't sure he believed it was any more than some lame excuse anyway. But, once again, he did his job.
For 10 minutes.
For 20 minutes.
For an hour.
He let go of the balloon. This had to be a joke. He was gonna double check to make sure this fic wasn't a late April Fools day later. Speaking of later, eventually Chiro and the others came back, saw Sprx without the balloon, and all did a collective "D:!"
"NU! SPRX WUT HAV U DONE?! D:"
"Uh…. I let go of a balloon," Sprx replied to the leader, now a bit concerned.
"U WERE SUPPOSED 2 KEEP IT SAFE! D:" Gibson chimed in.
Sprx didn't reply this time at first. He simply twitched. Between the panic and the badly spelled all caps, it was now clear that the balloon was, indeed, important. "I'm sorry! Are we all doomed because of me?! Argh, not again! Why must I keep causing people pain?! What did I do?!"
Antauri was the one to reply. "U…."
"Yes?!"
"U….."
"Yes?!"
"U…."
"I DID WHAT ALREADY? WHAT?"
"U LOST THE MACGUFFEN 4 THIS FIC!"
"…..Excuse me?"
"NOU THAR'S NU PLOT! WE CAN NEVER HAVE A GOOD ENDIN NOU! NICE GOIN SPRX!"
Sprx was silent for a moment, then rubbed his temples. "…Uh, yeah, whatever. I'm gonna go fly the Fist Rocket." And so Sprx left his ballon duty and the fic, and the ending was really bad and sudden.
……Well, that stunk. Oh well. Later guys. --;