The End (one-shot)
Title: The End
Genre: Crack/Sci-Fi
Rating: PG
Type: One-Shot
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction, my characters are based on Idols and it has nothing to do with them other than that. The plot though, is mine and so "Copyright Protected".
Warning: Quiet senseless, honestly.
Summary : Is it the end?
“This is weird,”
The lanky young man glanced at his watch and then at the empty rehearsal room. It was 8.30.
“I can’t be the first one to show up, not when we have a concert coming up,” he mumbled, eyebrows knitted together as he took his usual spot on the chair. After almost 10 minutes of air drumming to his favourite new track he pulled out his ear plugs roughly and shuffled over to the shower room. Swinging the door open he frowned to find it empty.
“Okay, this is getting creepy, and nobody is replying to my texts…it’s not even my birthday so why is everyone ignoring me like the plague?”
A sudden chill ran through his spine and he shivered. He then checked his watch again and let out a grunt of disapproval as he found that the watch still showed 8.30.
“It’s broken? I just got it!”
A creaking sound made him jump and when one of the shower booths opened he froze in fear. A pale leg appeared first followed by a torso clad in a pink bathrobe.
“Ch…chinen?” he croaked. It surely was his younger team mate but something about him seemed off. Maybe it was the extreme pallor of his skin, or the very dark eye bags under his peepers. Or maybe it was the way the younger was staring at him, like he was something very…edible.
“Hey…you okay?” he asked concerned. He didn’t move closer though, some kind of warning siren was going off in his head telling him to run. Chinen’s pale lips parted to reveal blood stained teeth and a very very red mouth.
“Urm…what…,” he was moving backwards as Chinen began to drag-walk towards him. His eyes widened as he realized blood had begun to ooze out of the shower booth Chinen had come out from.
He shrieked at full volume as his waist was roughly grabbed and he was pulled out of the doorway before it was slammed shut.
“Ya…Yama-chan?”
“Stop standing there idiot! Hurry push that couch we have to block this door!”
He did as he was told as Yamada held the door against a lot of pounding and heaving.
“What’s going on?” he squeaked as the shorter boy began looking around with wide wary eyes. His hair were dishevelled and he seemed to have skinned both his knees.
The boy tip toed and grabbed him by the shoulders.
“It’s here Yuto! The apocalypse!”
Note: Result of a game I played with sakura_koi when both of us were highly caffeinated =_=.
Genre: Crack/Sci-Fi
Rating: PG
Type: One-Shot
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction, my characters are based on Idols and it has nothing to do with them other than that. The plot though, is mine and so "Copyright Protected".
Warning: Quiet senseless, honestly.
Summary : Is it the end?
“This is weird,”
The lanky young man glanced at his watch and then at the empty rehearsal room. It was 8.30.
“I can’t be the first one to show up, not when we have a concert coming up,” he mumbled, eyebrows knitted together as he took his usual spot on the chair. After almost 10 minutes of air drumming to his favourite new track he pulled out his ear plugs roughly and shuffled over to the shower room. Swinging the door open he frowned to find it empty.
“Okay, this is getting creepy, and nobody is replying to my texts…it’s not even my birthday so why is everyone ignoring me like the plague?”
A sudden chill ran through his spine and he shivered. He then checked his watch again and let out a grunt of disapproval as he found that the watch still showed 8.30.
“It’s broken? I just got it!”
A creaking sound made him jump and when one of the shower booths opened he froze in fear. A pale leg appeared first followed by a torso clad in a pink bathrobe.
“Ch…chinen?” he croaked. It surely was his younger team mate but something about him seemed off. Maybe it was the extreme pallor of his skin, or the very dark eye bags under his peepers. Or maybe it was the way the younger was staring at him, like he was something very…edible.
“Hey…you okay?” he asked concerned. He didn’t move closer though, some kind of warning siren was going off in his head telling him to run. Chinen’s pale lips parted to reveal blood stained teeth and a very very red mouth.
“Urm…what…,” he was moving backwards as Chinen began to drag-walk towards him. His eyes widened as he realized blood had begun to ooze out of the shower booth Chinen had come out from.
He shrieked at full volume as his waist was roughly grabbed and he was pulled out of the doorway before it was slammed shut.
“Ya…Yama-chan?”
“Stop standing there idiot! Hurry push that couch we have to block this door!”
He did as he was told as Yamada held the door against a lot of pounding and heaving.
“What’s going on?” he squeaked as the shorter boy began looking around with wide wary eyes. His hair were dishevelled and he seemed to have skinned both his knees.
The boy tip toed and grabbed him by the shoulders.
“It’s here Yuto! The apocalypse!”
Note: Result of a game I played with sakura_koi when both of us were highly caffeinated =_=.