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[froodle]

Written for day 13 of the 31_days challenge. The prompt was: "This mask I wear."



Inspired by eviinsanemonkey's brilliant filk, "Moo!"


"I don't think I can go through with this," said Marshall.

"We have to," said Simon, "We promised Mister Radford."

Marshall sighed.

"If I knew this is how it would end up, I would have let that stupid werewolf eat me," he said.

"Well, you didn't," said Dash. "And now everyone in Eerie has to pay thirteen years of back taxes, and your friend the tax-dodging, human-sacrifice-overlooking local shopkeeper has to raise some fast cash to avoid losing his business and maybe going to jail, and for some reason you decided to help him out instead of letting him clean up his own mess."

"You know, technically you were supposed to be the Harvest King that year," said Marshall. "You should be doing this too."

"Yeah, well, I'm irrational about people who try to turn me into dog food," said Dash. "For some reason, I just don't want to lend them a hand afterwards."

"Places, people!" shouted the director. "Dash, either get in costume or get off the set, please."

Dash grinned.

"Bang bang, slick," he whispered as he walked past.

"You're not funny!" Marshall hissed.

The lights went up. The music started. Simon and Marshall slipped on their masks and began to dance awkwardly.

"There is nothing like... a black cow..."

Comments

[froodle]

well, I dunno if t was definately connected... but getting busted after thirteen years, right when the harvest king ritual fails? probably not a coincidence.