Fic: Yarn!Spike kills himself

which clothes, who knitted a couple of Spikes, mentioned writing stories for them on a day when I ran out of stuff to do at work.  This is why they really should keep me busy.

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Spike leaped off the edge of the dresser and landed face-first on the beige rug. “Ow,” he said, rubbing a hand made of yarn over his nose. “Or, well, not ow since I don’t have any pain receptors, but that was humiliating!”

Wobbling to the window, he bemoaned his lack of a real body. “I don’t care how cute a doll I am, I’m still a doll.” He climbed up the edge of the curtain and looked out of the open window. “Two stories up. That oughta do it,” he said from the edge of the ledge. “Goodbye cruel world,” he added as he jumped.

He landed face-first on the green grass. Pushing himself up, Spike said, “Well, that was entertaining for all of ninety seconds.” As he looked up the vinyl siding of the house, he thought uh-oh.

“Hey,” he shouted towards the house. “I’d like to get back in now! A little help here?” After a few moments, he added, “Hello?”

Fic: Yarn!Spike watches tv

which clothes, who knitted a couple of Spikes, mentioned writing stories for them on a day when I ran out of stuff to do at work.  This is why they really should keep me busy at the office.  Note: I'm calling him Yarn!Spike instead of knitted Spike, which is whichclothes' term for him, in honor of the most awesome superhero, Yarn Man (Megaton Man comics, and am I a geek or what!)

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As Spike watched Xander face down Jack O’Toole, he snuck a kernel of popcorn out of the bowl – not easy to do when you’re a yarn doll. “That Xander is a bit of all right,” he said as he raised the popcorn to his mouth, which, being made of yarn, didn’t open. He sighed, tossed the popcorn aside, and stared at the tv.
 

“Actually, he’s a bit more than all right,” he added as one yarn hand slipped down towards the top of his pants. It wouldn’t slide under. “Hey!” he shouted. “These pants don’t come off.”

His expression didn’t change as a terrible thought occurred to him. He reached his hand down lower. “No cock! I’ve got no cock!” 

He fell against the couch and then quickly stood. “That’s it! Somebody’s gonna die!”

“whichclothes,” he shouted to the room. “whichclothes! You know that scene from Trilogy of Terror where the doll hunts Karen Black? That’s gonna be you!”

He leaped from the couch to the floor. “That’ll be you… as soon as I figure out where you’ve shipped me to.” Heading towards the door, he added, “Or, um, as soon as I find out where you live.” He started mumbling as he pulled himself up the stairs. “Bloody hell, now I’ve got to torture the information out of somebody. Do you know how hard it is to torture someone when you’re a doll? Maybe they haven’t tossed out the box I was mailed in yet. That’d be easy. One quick return to sender and I’m there.”

Fic: Scorned 3/8

Title: Scorned
Series: Lotus in Muddy Water
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Faith, Wesley
Rating: PG-13
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Summary: As she pinned the comb in her hair, whiteness snaked out from the comb, bleaching her hair. She screamed, arching forward as she fell into the sea. Twisting under the waves, she writhed under the water, as if scrabbling for escape. Her hand reached upward but was unable to break through the surface. With a final grimace, she relaxed into the sea's cold embrace. As her feet touched down to the bottom, white locks drifted in the current. The moon drifted across the horizon and was close to setting before she moved again. Her eyes opened and looked up from below the sea.
Notes: Many thanks to my most awesome betas: deird1, for making sure Wesley and Aidan didn't do anything totally unBritish; I didn't ask diebirchen to review this section because my Internet connection problems would have made getting her response back home (from the library) a real pain in the neck.  So, sorry about the grammar; we should be back to normal betas for the next section.


( Scorned 3/8 )