Another Drabble....
Last drabble from drabble party, I promise. Well, of the ones written by me. :D
Title: Missing Sock
Fandom: Venture Bros.
Pairing: Dr. Venture/The Monarch
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crack? Well, I mean the whole show is basically crack, but yeah…
Word Count: 282
Notes: alpha_hydra chose the pairing and shimshake gave me the prompt ‘missing sock’
It shouldn't have been such a big deal that this one sock was missing, but sadly, such things always got blown way out of proportion in the Venture compound, so that before he knew it, Hank and Dean were off trying to solve The Mystery of the Missing Sock by trailing H.E.L.P.E.R. all around the compound in an effort to catch the robot in the midst of some kind of "criminal act" against his socks. Really, Rusty gave it half an hour before Brock found the two of them making out in some abandoned area that was falling apart or infested with a mutated rodent hell-bent on infecting everyone with it's EVIL.
Rusty sighed and sat back in his lawn-chair, arms spread behind him, bare feet propped up, no shoes, or socks, in sight. It wasn't worth mentioning that one sock off a pair went missing at least once a week, and even H.E.L.P.E.R. couldn't be that careless with the wash to lose one so regularly. Really, it wasn't that big of a loss. Socks were relatively unimportant anyway.
Of course, the stash of them that the villain known at The Monarch kept hidden in the false bottom of the middle drawer of his chest of drawers he thought his wife didn't know about spoke differently. However, Dr. Mrs. The Monarch wasn't one to question her husband’s kinks, especially when it came to the obsession he had with Dr. Venture. So if every once in a while, she noticed a sock going missing from her husband's secret stash which would mysteriously show up in the trash, soiled and ruined, only to be replenished a few days later, she said nothing of it.
Title: Missing Sock
Fandom: Venture Bros.
Pairing: Dr. Venture/The Monarch
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crack? Well, I mean the whole show is basically crack, but yeah…
Word Count: 282
Notes: alpha_hydra chose the pairing and shimshake gave me the prompt ‘missing sock’
It shouldn't have been such a big deal that this one sock was missing, but sadly, such things always got blown way out of proportion in the Venture compound, so that before he knew it, Hank and Dean were off trying to solve The Mystery of the Missing Sock by trailing H.E.L.P.E.R. all around the compound in an effort to catch the robot in the midst of some kind of "criminal act" against his socks. Really, Rusty gave it half an hour before Brock found the two of them making out in some abandoned area that was falling apart or infested with a mutated rodent hell-bent on infecting everyone with it's EVIL.
Rusty sighed and sat back in his lawn-chair, arms spread behind him, bare feet propped up, no shoes, or socks, in sight. It wasn't worth mentioning that one sock off a pair went missing at least once a week, and even H.E.L.P.E.R. couldn't be that careless with the wash to lose one so regularly. Really, it wasn't that big of a loss. Socks were relatively unimportant anyway.
Of course, the stash of them that the villain known at The Monarch kept hidden in the false bottom of the middle drawer of his chest of drawers he thought his wife didn't know about spoke differently. However, Dr. Mrs. The Monarch wasn't one to question her husband’s kinks, especially when it came to the obsession he had with Dr. Venture. So if every once in a while, she noticed a sock going missing from her husband's secret stash which would mysteriously show up in the trash, soiled and ruined, only to be replenished a few days later, she said nothing of it.