Believe

by Keeper of Tomes

Little anecdotes about daily life in the Atmos, on both sides of a waging war. Lives change, and yet somehow, people cling to the little things. Beauty is found in unexpected places. Hate lives side by side with love. 3rd drabble series, but not the last!

69. The Wrath of the Killer Soda

Piper, Aerrow, and most of the team were on their way home after a normal grocery run, when Finn noticed something about the ship.

"IT'S...IT'S...GREEN!"

Indeed. The Condor was painted an eye-shocking, blindness-causing, neon, lime GREEN. THAT GLOWED IN THE DARK.

"IT BURNS!" Junko moaned, over and over.

"Arrgh! I can't look!" howled Finn.

"But...I don't understand!" Piper wailed. "We left Stork...alone...with...Oh no." She turned towards Aerrow. "The soda," they chorused, before speeding into the Condor.

Stork was sitting on the kitchen floor, splattered with green paint, a paintbrush beside him, surrounded with empty soda bottles.

"BURP!"