AN: Ten prompts. Each one inspired a sentence or two (or six) about the adventures of our lovely, psychotic friend. Let the chaos ensue.
…Okay, I sound like a television host. Anyway, don't own Marik. Or any of the other characters. Or the show itself. All I have is this crappy computer. =( So sad.
…
The thirsty strawberry that went out to eat
Marik couldn't exactly put it into words, but there was something strange about that strawberry trailing him on his way to the restaurant. If only he could put his finger on it….
A flame thrower, a discarded book, and a chocolate doughnut
Marik smiled, twirling the flame thrower in his hand. "Looks like it's time for payback, Bakura," he muttered, aiming at a thick book perched haphazardly on a bedside table. "This is what you get for stealing my doughnut, bitch."
A campfire, an old car, and a shower curtain
It truly wasn't Marik's fault that Ryou's shower curtain was up in flames. But it made such a good parachute, and it fit perfectly on the car. It was the darned campfire's fault. That's what it was. It just had to jump out in front of his vehicle and ruin his day. Oh, well. Maybe he'd get points for safely landing the car.
The ancient grocery clerk that went over the rainbow
Never again, Marik thought groggily as he sat up. Never again would he let himself be talked into getting high in the middle of a grocery store. Flying old men and rainbows did not, repeat, did not, go well together.
A roll of toilet paper, cat treats, and a mask
He was armed. He was ready. And there was no way he was going to let that fluffy-haired bastard get the better of him. Smiling evilly, he covered his face, laid out his trap, and began to shake the little box of treats.
"Here, kitty kitty kitty!"
A tulip, a taxi, and the next-door neighbor
"Marik, I don't care what you say. She's a traumatized old lady, and I don't think a flower is going to cure the mental images she must have gotten when she saw you get out of the taxi, pick up the freaking pharaoh, and—"
"Hey, now, hold on a minute! I was drunk! I didn't know what I was—"
"Don't give me that, Marik. We all know you had planned on dumping him in that trash can from the very start."
"…Maybe if I gave her two flowers…."
A rake, an iron gate, and a disguise
"Marik, you don't look disguised."
"Shh, he's coming!"
"If you can't see me through that horrible mask, I'm rolling my eyes."
"Just hush up and get behind the gate."
Several minutes later, the neighbors could be seen staring in shock/horror/ecstasy at the rake sticking straight out of a very pissed off Yami's hair. From behind the gate, Marik muttered, "Damn it. I should have swung lower."
A vending machine, a thesaurus, and a candle stub
"The power of Christ compels you!"
Oh, no, not again.
"I'm warning you! Come out, foul demon, and bring my chips with you!"
"Marik, what are you doing?"
"Oh, hey there, Malik. I'm trying to exorcise this vending machine."
"Marik, don't you remember what happened the last time—"
"Don't worry, I've taken precautions. See, look. It's not Scott Lynch this time."
"…Marik, what the hell is that?"
"It's a candle."
"…"
"Okay, it's practically a candle. But close enough."
An iPod, pocket lint, and a wishbone
"Ha! I win. And now you owe me."
"Fine, fine. I have… uh… this iPod, and… some pocket lint."
"…Gimme the lint. I need more kindling for this bonfire."
"Are you planning on burning all his books?"
"It's the only way. Hand me that lint, will you?"
The bright, shiny sandwich
"Marik, I'm not eating that."
"Why not? It's cool-looking!"
"Marik, it's sparkling!"
"Well, yeah, what else is a sandwich made out of our favorite pretty-boy supposed to do?"
"…Are you saying—?"
"Yes. Yes, I am."
"Gimme the sandwich."
"Oh, wait, we left him to the vultures."
"Then who is this?"
"…I do not know."
"To the dumpster?"
"Yeah. Good idea."
…
Thank you very much to the writing prompt generator on "The Writing for Children Recourse Sight." It thought up all of these hilarious prompts. (Except for the last one, which was though of by wickedchik500. Thanks, Love!)
So, which was your favorite? Which one did you hate? Lemme know, 'kay?
Love you!
-Eggy