[Drabble] Shack of DOOM
Shack of DOOM
Kisumai - Gen (random hint of S/F)
472 words, PG, Ridiculous.
It sucks, being stuck in a rotting shack for something you didn't do.
The most ridiculous, nonsense thing I've written in forever. XD I was testing out the desktop version of Write or Die and wrote this, lmao. ;;
It was a dark and nasty night and nobody knew why they were in such a sodden excuse of an abode but they'd all been thrust there against their wills and thus they waited out the night.
"I hate you," Fujigaya said, feeling defensive because everyone was tense, the air laden with accusation. "I hate you all."
"Well, it's not like I'm your biggest fan either," Senga replied, but he sounded a little stung. At his side, Nikaido glowered and hunched his shoulders.
"I don't care if you hate each other, I just want to know why the door is chained shut from the outside," said Tamamori, clearly displeased as he shied away from the mold on the walls.
By his side, Miyata was examining said mold in complete fascination, rather unperturbed by the sudden turn of events.
Yokoo and Kitayama stood side by side, nearest to the doors which were, in fact, chained shut from the outside. While they were both in agreement that the shack was nasty and smelled like Senga's socks after a long work day, they were also both sure it could have been a lot worse.
"Takizawa put us here," Yokoo pointed out.
"What?" Fujigaya whirled around, staring down the both of them. "Why would he do that?"
"How do you know?" said Nikaido.
Kitayama flicked his fingers to the back wall, where - illuminated by the dim lightbulb - there was the messy carving of a 'T R'
"That's not his initials," Tamamori pointed out, doubtful.
"No, but it's Takki Ranger's," said Kitayama, "And this is something Takki Ranger would do too."
"But what's he doing?" Senga asked, eyeing the other six. "It's not my fault."
"Oh yes, it's not your fault that you nearly broke my nose with your stupid duffel bag," Fujigaya snapped, bristling, but instead of cowering the way he had when he was younger, Senga bristled right back.
"I told you I didn't do it on purpose, you're the one who started shouting."
"I'm going to kill you both if we're here just because you two are throwing tantrums," said Nikaido, who had joined Tamamori in the middle of the shack so as to avoid all the mold, which seemed to be growing on his sneakers already.
But his words fell on deaf ears as Senga and Fujigaya stared each other down.
"You got mad at me for no reason."
"You nearly broke my nose!"
"Bruises aren't going to kill you, pretty boy!"
"Like you would know, you fucking monkey."
Kitayama rubbed his eyes, turning to the chained door. "Tonoooooo," he began, trying his best kouhai whine, which he'd appropriated from Fujigaya years ago. "If we tie the two of them up and leave them, will you let the rest of us out?"
"I think my shoelaces are ruined," Tamamori added, mournfully.
Kisumai - Gen (random hint of S/F)
472 words, PG, Ridiculous.
It sucks, being stuck in a rotting shack for something you didn't do.
The most ridiculous, nonsense thing I've written in forever. XD I was testing out the desktop version of Write or Die and wrote this, lmao. ;;
It was a dark and nasty night and nobody knew why they were in such a sodden excuse of an abode but they'd all been thrust there against their wills and thus they waited out the night.
"I hate you," Fujigaya said, feeling defensive because everyone was tense, the air laden with accusation. "I hate you all."
"Well, it's not like I'm your biggest fan either," Senga replied, but he sounded a little stung. At his side, Nikaido glowered and hunched his shoulders.
"I don't care if you hate each other, I just want to know why the door is chained shut from the outside," said Tamamori, clearly displeased as he shied away from the mold on the walls.
By his side, Miyata was examining said mold in complete fascination, rather unperturbed by the sudden turn of events.
Yokoo and Kitayama stood side by side, nearest to the doors which were, in fact, chained shut from the outside. While they were both in agreement that the shack was nasty and smelled like Senga's socks after a long work day, they were also both sure it could have been a lot worse.
"Takizawa put us here," Yokoo pointed out.
"What?" Fujigaya whirled around, staring down the both of them. "Why would he do that?"
"How do you know?" said Nikaido.
Kitayama flicked his fingers to the back wall, where - illuminated by the dim lightbulb - there was the messy carving of a 'T R'
"That's not his initials," Tamamori pointed out, doubtful.
"No, but it's Takki Ranger's," said Kitayama, "And this is something Takki Ranger would do too."
"But what's he doing?" Senga asked, eyeing the other six. "It's not my fault."
"Oh yes, it's not your fault that you nearly broke my nose with your stupid duffel bag," Fujigaya snapped, bristling, but instead of cowering the way he had when he was younger, Senga bristled right back.
"I told you I didn't do it on purpose, you're the one who started shouting."
"I'm going to kill you both if we're here just because you two are throwing tantrums," said Nikaido, who had joined Tamamori in the middle of the shack so as to avoid all the mold, which seemed to be growing on his sneakers already.
But his words fell on deaf ears as Senga and Fujigaya stared each other down.
"You got mad at me for no reason."
"You nearly broke my nose!"
"Bruises aren't going to kill you, pretty boy!"
"Like you would know, you fucking monkey."
Kitayama rubbed his eyes, turning to the chained door. "Tonoooooo," he began, trying his best kouhai whine, which he'd appropriated from Fujigaya years ago. "If we tie the two of them up and leave them, will you let the rest of us out?"
"I think my shoelaces are ruined," Tamamori added, mournfully.