Disclaimer: GSG is the rightful property of Yuu Aida, and the setting and all affiliated characters in these fics do not belong to the authors.
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BATMAN
By Sasahara17
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Priscilla was scared of Bats. Ever since the day her older brother took her to see Dracula, when she was the ripe old age of five mind you, she had gained this uncontrollable fear of the winged mammal. It wasn't an uncommon fear, but it embarrassed her to no end.
Many years later, she had yet to wean herself of this fear. But Priscilla hid it very well. Despite having worked at the SWA for as far back as Angelica could remember… okay bad example… as far back as it's inception, she had managed to keep that irrational fear of those flying rodents secret from her co-workers.
There was a reason she took the day off whenever Halloween came around the corner.
She had seen what those German Sausage jokes had done to Hillshire, and wasn't keen on having her fear of small winged creatures used to make her the next laughing stock of the SWA.
However it did come out eventually. And here was how it happened.
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It had seemed to be the most ordinary of nights. Jean had been an ass as usual, ordering his 'information gathering apparatus' to work until well past witching hour. Walking out of the main offices into the open air car park while cursing the Jean under her breadth, at two in the morning, was nothing new to her.
What happened after that though…
Priscilla was mounting up on her faithful yellow Vespa when a large shade fell over her car. Looking up in alarm, Priscilla saw a hugged black object soaring through the air obscuring the street lamps. The large unidentified flying object circled the parking lot a few times as Priscilla's eyes tried to follow the monstrous shade as it drifted though the air, almost gracefully.
Her carefully conditioned analysis brain kicked in. She couldn't make out it's shape very well, but since it was absorbing the light it must have been black. It was flying at a leisurely pace. Further more, it had two glowing eyes.
Priscilla concluded it logically must have been a bat. A really big one.
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A/N – Logically speaking, it was later discovered that in addition to sleep deprivation, Priscilla was extremely high on caffeine at that point so her normally good judgment was rubbish.
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It circled around and started coming her way.
"BAT!!" She screamed.
The bat suddenly plummeted from the sky at this, right into her. As the big black thing knocked the shrieking woman off her Vespa, she mercilessly blacked out.
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She awoke the next day in the infirmary. Apparently, Claes had found the young woman passed out in the car park that early morning and had brought her in before the staff could arrive. Overwork was the official cause of her blackout. For a moment Priscillia thought her secret was safe.
Then Jose just HAD to bring in that get well cake Claes baked for her with a bat decoration on the top. So much for that. She didn't stop shrieking for hours.
It was a bad day for Priscilla.
At least Jean had apologized for overworking her. Maybe there was the silver lining to her misfortune.
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Triela had just returned from Verona when she discovered something was amiss in her room. "Claes?"
"Yeah?" The bespectacled girl replied.
"How come my bed sheets are all dirty?" Triela held out the spare black matrix bed sheets, now covered in soil and mud, Hillshire had gotten her a months ago.
It was gaudy and unfashionable, not to mention childish, hence why Triela kept it in a box on the far side of their room. But it was still a gift from Hillshire, so Triela had to know why if wasn't looking like it was brand new.
"I flew though the air in them. Accoring to the book, my bed sheets weren't the right color and since you didn't seem to be using them, I saw no harm in borrowing them." Claes stated in a dead pan tone. "The landing was messy. And I crashed once because I lost concentration."
Triela sighed. Claes was still going on about this Ninja nonsense? Bed sheets weren't the right color her foot. "No seriously, what happened?"
"Okay, I brought some of my tools in here the other day. Some of the soil must have gotten on your bed." Claes suggested.
"You're washing them." Triela said crossly. At least they weren't ripped or anything. Triela briefly wondered why Claes had brought her tools uopstairs, but dismissed the thought. Regardless of why it happened the alternative was too ridiculous to entertain.
Claes rolled her eyes. Inwardly, she sighed with relief. Sometimes the truth was more ridiculous than fiction. It had been a close one. For the moment, she thought triela would take her head off for using that beedsheet for such a stent now...
Claes wondered if the person she held responsible for this problem had recieved her 'present' by now.
"Claes, your glasses are doing the whole 'intimidating opaque shine' again. It makes you look like you've got glowing eyes you know. Freaky."