Drabble #5
I know I have comments that need replying, and I promise I'll get to them eventually. Right now I'm working on finishing up the second part to the Earth Guys Are Easy drabble, and beating another drabble into submission before it becomes a story itself, but in the meantime, here is Russell/cupcake OTPness with a hint of future Greg/Luce for graphitesmudges.
Russell slimed cautiously into the kitchen, glancing furtively over his oozing green shoulder. He heard the sound of the front door closing and the quick scrape of a broom on the stoop as Granny Sweets took off. She would be at the ghoulcery store for at least half an hour.
And she had left a tray of cupcakes cooling on the windowsill.
What a foolish fleshcreature!
Russell quickly slid across the tiled floor and approached the cupcakes. He could smell them from here - he took a wet snort of air - ah, and Granny Sweets always made her pink icing with cherries.
Russell gazed at the tray of cupcakes with the eyes of a man seeing God. And that God had pink sprinkles.
His mouth watered in anticipation. Sprinkles! Never had he dreamt! Oh, Granny Sweets had outdone herself this time. Surely she wouldn’t notice one small cupcake -
“What are you doing?” said a dark, amused voice.
Russell whirled around. Because he was made of slime, parts of him were still whirling even after he’d stopped. He gulped. Oh no. It was the Gregmonster.
He had the utmost respect for both his monster masters. They fed him lots of sugary sweets and made sure his den in the basement was always damp and cool. The Lucemonster was nice and very golden and sometimes got loud when he was angry, like after the time Russell had accidentally slimed the hall in front of the Lucemonster’s office and the Lucemonster had fallen hard on his bottom.
But the Gregmonster never yelled. He got very quiet and very still and that made Russell very nervous. Russell never wanted to make the Gregmonster angry.
The Gregmonster advanced into the room, his eyes glinting. His gaze flicked to the windowsill and back to Russell, and the corner of his mouth curled up. “Don’t tell me,” he said, in slightly accented Slimese, “that the old witch was silly enough to leave pink frosted cupcakes unattended in this house.”
“Glup,” Russell said guiltily, hanging his head. He had been so very close to tasting sweet, pink sugary perfection. Of all the rotten luck.
“What have I told you about controlling your slime trail, Russell?” the Gregmonster admonished, staring at the sticky floor.
“Glup blip grrrp blup,” Russell replied.
“That’s right - don’t leave a trail for them to follow.” The Gregmonster’s words were short and clipped, exactly like a slimeteacher delivering a lecture. Again, Russell marveled at his grasp of Slimese. It was a difficult language for fleshcreatures to learn - their throats weren’t really made to produce the proper sounds - but the Gregmonster spoke it almost like a native.
Sometimes Russell could detect a hint of South Sewer twang in the Gregmonster’s speech, and that made him shudder. If that was where the Gregmonster had learned to speak Slimese, Russell really didn’t want to make him mad. Not-nice slimers lived in the South Sewers.
“When Granny Sweets comes back and finds her cupcakes missing, she’s going to trace your slime trail from the windowsill to the basement door. If you want to get away with stealing the cupcakes, you have to make sure not to leave any evidence behind.”
Russell looked up hopefully. “Bloop glip?”
The Gregmonster snorted. “Of course I’m going to let you steal them. It would be highly hypocritical of me, one thief to another, if I didn’t.”
“Glurrrrrrrrp!” Russell burbled, infusing the word with so much enthusiasm that little slime bubbles formed at the corners of his mouth.
The Gregmonster smiled. “Yes, you’re welcome.”
Russell turned around and grabbed the tray of cupcakes. With the Gregmonster still smiling faintly in the background, Russell widened his mouth until it was the size of the kitchen sink and tipped the entire tray of cupcakes down his throat.
He closed his mouth with a happy groan and a loud smacking noise and let out a stream of slimy bubbles that sounded almost like a purr, nuzzling his face against the empty cupcake tray.
“That’s gross and kinda endearing, all at once,” said another voice behind him. Russell didn’t bother to turn around. He was too busy licking little drops of pink icing and sprinkles from the tray.
“Yes,” the Gregmonster answered the Lucemonster. “And you had better not rat him out to Granny Sweets. Look at how happy he is.”
Russell made a soft gloop of bliss as the cupcakes dissolved into his slime stream.
“All right,” said the Lucemonster. “But you’re gonna have to bribe me.”
The Gregmonster let out a long suffering sigh right before Russell heard a series of soft, wet noises, and the Lucemonster gave a groaning sound very similar to the ones Russell had made only moments ago as he devoured his beloved treats.
Poor Gregmonster. He was the Lucemonster’s big, pink cupcake.
Russell slimed cautiously into the kitchen, glancing furtively over his oozing green shoulder. He heard the sound of the front door closing and the quick scrape of a broom on the stoop as Granny Sweets took off. She would be at the ghoulcery store for at least half an hour.
And she had left a tray of cupcakes cooling on the windowsill.
What a foolish fleshcreature!
Russell quickly slid across the tiled floor and approached the cupcakes. He could smell them from here - he took a wet snort of air - ah, and Granny Sweets always made her pink icing with cherries.
Russell gazed at the tray of cupcakes with the eyes of a man seeing God. And that God had pink sprinkles.
His mouth watered in anticipation. Sprinkles! Never had he dreamt! Oh, Granny Sweets had outdone herself this time. Surely she wouldn’t notice one small cupcake -
“What are you doing?” said a dark, amused voice.
Russell whirled around. Because he was made of slime, parts of him were still whirling even after he’d stopped. He gulped. Oh no. It was the Gregmonster.
He had the utmost respect for both his monster masters. They fed him lots of sugary sweets and made sure his den in the basement was always damp and cool. The Lucemonster was nice and very golden and sometimes got loud when he was angry, like after the time Russell had accidentally slimed the hall in front of the Lucemonster’s office and the Lucemonster had fallen hard on his bottom.
But the Gregmonster never yelled. He got very quiet and very still and that made Russell very nervous. Russell never wanted to make the Gregmonster angry.
The Gregmonster advanced into the room, his eyes glinting. His gaze flicked to the windowsill and back to Russell, and the corner of his mouth curled up. “Don’t tell me,” he said, in slightly accented Slimese, “that the old witch was silly enough to leave pink frosted cupcakes unattended in this house.”
“Glup,” Russell said guiltily, hanging his head. He had been so very close to tasting sweet, pink sugary perfection. Of all the rotten luck.
“What have I told you about controlling your slime trail, Russell?” the Gregmonster admonished, staring at the sticky floor.
“Glup blip grrrp blup,” Russell replied.
“That’s right - don’t leave a trail for them to follow.” The Gregmonster’s words were short and clipped, exactly like a slimeteacher delivering a lecture. Again, Russell marveled at his grasp of Slimese. It was a difficult language for fleshcreatures to learn - their throats weren’t really made to produce the proper sounds - but the Gregmonster spoke it almost like a native.
Sometimes Russell could detect a hint of South Sewer twang in the Gregmonster’s speech, and that made him shudder. If that was where the Gregmonster had learned to speak Slimese, Russell really didn’t want to make him mad. Not-nice slimers lived in the South Sewers.
“When Granny Sweets comes back and finds her cupcakes missing, she’s going to trace your slime trail from the windowsill to the basement door. If you want to get away with stealing the cupcakes, you have to make sure not to leave any evidence behind.”
Russell looked up hopefully. “Bloop glip?”
The Gregmonster snorted. “Of course I’m going to let you steal them. It would be highly hypocritical of me, one thief to another, if I didn’t.”
“Glurrrrrrrrp!” Russell burbled, infusing the word with so much enthusiasm that little slime bubbles formed at the corners of his mouth.
The Gregmonster smiled. “Yes, you’re welcome.”
Russell turned around and grabbed the tray of cupcakes. With the Gregmonster still smiling faintly in the background, Russell widened his mouth until it was the size of the kitchen sink and tipped the entire tray of cupcakes down his throat.
He closed his mouth with a happy groan and a loud smacking noise and let out a stream of slimy bubbles that sounded almost like a purr, nuzzling his face against the empty cupcake tray.
“That’s gross and kinda endearing, all at once,” said another voice behind him. Russell didn’t bother to turn around. He was too busy licking little drops of pink icing and sprinkles from the tray.
“Yes,” the Gregmonster answered the Lucemonster. “And you had better not rat him out to Granny Sweets. Look at how happy he is.”
Russell made a soft gloop of bliss as the cupcakes dissolved into his slime stream.
“All right,” said the Lucemonster. “But you’re gonna have to bribe me.”
The Gregmonster let out a long suffering sigh right before Russell heard a series of soft, wet noises, and the Lucemonster gave a groaning sound very similar to the ones Russell had made only moments ago as he devoured his beloved treats.
Poor Gregmonster. He was the Lucemonster’s big, pink cupcake.