Post by ultimatenacotoppin on Dec 10, 2005 15:10:11 GMT -5
Okay, I'm not sure if I'm going to turn this into my contest submission or just make it into an episode of my ongoing series on Fanfiction.net. Anyway, I've stumbled into some writer's block so tell me what you think...
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Another Possible Christmas by Ultimatenacotopping
The temptation to charge up her hands in green plasma was overwhelming. She would take satisfaction from not just warming herself up, but from melting the fondu pot she was trudging up the snow covered driveway. She sighed as she realized it wasn’t worth the high-pitched and increadibly annoying argument she would find herself in with the blue-faced man about to ring the doorbell.
He flung the fluffy balled end of his Santa hat out of his face and pushed the doorbell with a wide grin. Almost instantly the door flew open and the two college posse mates were face to face.
“Possibles!” Dr. Drakken declared with a warm smile. “Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas, Drew!” Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Possible cheerily replied. No sooner had they said his name than did his sunny dispostion yeild to a sinister scowl.
“What have I told about calling me that?” he growled.
The two Possibles began to recoil and each searched for a suitable answer.
“Well, um, I thought that um, since... because of the holiday truce and all...,” Mr. Dr. Possible stuttered before being let off the hook.
“Gotcha! Oh, I just couldn’t help myself!” Dr. Drakken laughed.
Three of the four standing in the threshold enjoyed a hearty chuckle before Drakken and Shego were beckoned to come inside. As the Drs. Possible guided the other doctor to the living room, two teen heroes were now face to face with their most dangerous of foes--and she was holding a pot of cheese sauce.
That just gets creepier eveytime I see it, Shego thought as she looked at Kim and Ron hand in hand and decked out in holiday gear. Oblivious to the beams of ice being shot between the eyes of the two girls in the hallway, Ron’s attention was drawn to what Shego was holding.
“Is that what I think it is?” Ron asked as the smell of holiday cheese wafted into his nostrils. He broke his hand lock with Kim and moved to relieve Shego of her charge. His subconscious, as if secretly plotting his destruction, suddenly reminded him where the Christmas parsley was hung this year. With the pot now in his hands, his eyes locked on the parsley that was dangling above him and the green clad henchwoman next to him...
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No, there will be absolutely no R/S so get those delusional thoughts out of your minds
. It was just a good way to end the first section on a humorous note...
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Another Possible Christmas by Ultimatenacotopping
The temptation to charge up her hands in green plasma was overwhelming. She would take satisfaction from not just warming herself up, but from melting the fondu pot she was trudging up the snow covered driveway. She sighed as she realized it wasn’t worth the high-pitched and increadibly annoying argument she would find herself in with the blue-faced man about to ring the doorbell.
He flung the fluffy balled end of his Santa hat out of his face and pushed the doorbell with a wide grin. Almost instantly the door flew open and the two college posse mates were face to face.
“Possibles!” Dr. Drakken declared with a warm smile. “Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas, Drew!” Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Possible cheerily replied. No sooner had they said his name than did his sunny dispostion yeild to a sinister scowl.
“What have I told about calling me that?” he growled.
The two Possibles began to recoil and each searched for a suitable answer.
“Well, um, I thought that um, since... because of the holiday truce and all...,” Mr. Dr. Possible stuttered before being let off the hook.
“Gotcha! Oh, I just couldn’t help myself!” Dr. Drakken laughed.
Three of the four standing in the threshold enjoyed a hearty chuckle before Drakken and Shego were beckoned to come inside. As the Drs. Possible guided the other doctor to the living room, two teen heroes were now face to face with their most dangerous of foes--and she was holding a pot of cheese sauce.
That just gets creepier eveytime I see it, Shego thought as she looked at Kim and Ron hand in hand and decked out in holiday gear. Oblivious to the beams of ice being shot between the eyes of the two girls in the hallway, Ron’s attention was drawn to what Shego was holding.
“Is that what I think it is?” Ron asked as the smell of holiday cheese wafted into his nostrils. He broke his hand lock with Kim and moved to relieve Shego of her charge. His subconscious, as if secretly plotting his destruction, suddenly reminded him where the Christmas parsley was hung this year. With the pot now in his hands, his eyes locked on the parsley that was dangling above him and the green clad henchwoman next to him...
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No, there will be absolutely no R/S so get those delusional thoughts out of your minds
. It was just a good way to end the first section on a humorous note...