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fandomhighdorms2005-09-09 11:52 pm
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John lies on his bed in his dorm room, looking up at the ceiling as he listens to the commotion above his head from all of the other students. He wishes he could just go upstairs and meet people like a normal kid, but he's not like everybody else, and --
There's a strange scratching sound at his door, and John glares over at it. "What the hell ..."
Getting to his feet, John grabs a cricket bat from beside his bed -- much better for smacking away gremlins, he's learned -- and stalks over to the door, ready to fling it open and slam the squealing gremlin he suspects is on the other side into the next nearest dimension.
Instead, he flings open to the door only to be confronted with this ...
Except it's bright purple and has tiny little dragonfly wings.
It looks up at John and chirps, leading John to furrow his brow and say, "Huh. That's new."
The creature -- which John supposes has been scared out of the common room or some other part of the dorm during this evening's chaos -- lets loose with another chirp before scaling his legs and climbing up to his chest. It clings to him like a stuffed animal with suction cup hands to a car's back window and starts to purr.
John grimaces. Okay, this is definitely not his idea of a pet. A Doberman or a German shepherd, sure. But not ... this. He looks down at its neck and spots a collar. All it says on it is the word PUMPKIN.
A collar? Well, then, it must be somebody's pet. Steeling himself, John resolves to go door-to-door until he finds out who the hell owns the annoyingly cute little bastard.
There's a strange scratching sound at his door, and John glares over at it. "What the hell ..."
Getting to his feet, John grabs a cricket bat from beside his bed -- much better for smacking away gremlins, he's learned -- and stalks over to the door, ready to fling it open and slam the squealing gremlin he suspects is on the other side into the next nearest dimension.
Instead, he flings open to the door only to be confronted with this ...
Except it's bright purple and has tiny little dragonfly wings.
It looks up at John and chirps, leading John to furrow his brow and say, "Huh. That's new."
The creature -- which John supposes has been scared out of the common room or some other part of the dorm during this evening's chaos -- lets loose with another chirp before scaling his legs and climbing up to his chest. It clings to him like a stuffed animal with suction cup hands to a car's back window and starts to purr.
John grimaces. Okay, this is definitely not his idea of a pet. A Doberman or a German shepherd, sure. But not ... this. He looks down at its neck and spots a collar. All it says on it is the word PUMPKIN.
A collar? Well, then, it must be somebody's pet. Steeling himself, John resolves to go door-to-door until he finds out who the hell owns the annoyingly cute little bastard.