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Visit to the Dealer
Title: Visit to the Dealer
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eerieslash
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine (I wish!)
Characters: Dash, Sara Bob, Mars
Word Count: 300
Rating: Innocent--ish
Summary: Dash has an urge.
I got this idea readingyarol_2075 's brilliant drabbles. Sooo many possibilities muhahahahaha
There was that urge again.
Dash sat on his old leather couch with his head in his hands, trying to shut it out.
It was no use.
The walk to the World O' Stuff was a blur.
"Sara Bob, hi!" Big fake grin.
"Hi, Dash! How are you?"
"Look, I'm gonna need a favor. I hate to admit it, but I'm kinda lonely here, y'know, homeless kid with no friends, and I was hoping you might help me out.'
Sara Bob looked flattered until he opened his mouth again.
'Do you think you could, uh, draw me a friend?"
Her face dropped. But then again, what else was new? Nobody ever wanted to hang out with Sara Bob, not before, and definitely not since trying to steal Marshall's mom away from him.
"What do you want him to look like?"
"Don't care. Just make sure he's waiting for me in my room at the mill."
Sara Bob unenthusiastically sketched him a 'friend', and he was soon running down the street with the paper coiled tightly in his hand.
***
It was a bright summers day when Marshall decided to go on a bike ride through town. Wondering what Dash was up to (secretly hoping he wouldn't be in so he could sneak around a bit), he spun down the path through the forest.
The wooden door creaked open. It was almost silent, except for a slurping sound and the occasional moan coming from the back room.
Curious, Marshall tip-toed through the main room and carefully peeked through the door.
A gray mass of hair gripped someone's shoulders like his life depended on it. He lifted his head up, letting out a loud hungry groan.
A board creaked as Marshall shifted his weight.
And there was Dash, spinning around with blood on his lips, a limp body in his arms.
Author:
eerieslashDisclaimer: Characters aren't mine (I wish!)
Characters: Dash, Sara Bob, Mars
Word Count: 300
Rating: Innocent--ish
Summary: Dash has an urge.
I got this idea reading
yarol_2075 's brilliant drabbles. Sooo many possibilities muhahahahahaThere was that urge again.
Dash sat on his old leather couch with his head in his hands, trying to shut it out.
It was no use.
The walk to the World O' Stuff was a blur.
"Sara Bob, hi!" Big fake grin.
"Hi, Dash! How are you?"
"Look, I'm gonna need a favor. I hate to admit it, but I'm kinda lonely here, y'know, homeless kid with no friends, and I was hoping you might help me out.'
Sara Bob looked flattered until he opened his mouth again.
'Do you think you could, uh, draw me a friend?"
Her face dropped. But then again, what else was new? Nobody ever wanted to hang out with Sara Bob, not before, and definitely not since trying to steal Marshall's mom away from him.
"What do you want him to look like?"
"Don't care. Just make sure he's waiting for me in my room at the mill."
Sara Bob unenthusiastically sketched him a 'friend', and he was soon running down the street with the paper coiled tightly in his hand.
***
It was a bright summers day when Marshall decided to go on a bike ride through town. Wondering what Dash was up to (secretly hoping he wouldn't be in so he could sneak around a bit), he spun down the path through the forest.
The wooden door creaked open. It was almost silent, except for a slurping sound and the occasional moan coming from the back room.
Curious, Marshall tip-toed through the main room and carefully peeked through the door.
A gray mass of hair gripped someone's shoulders like his life depended on it. He lifted his head up, letting out a loud hungry groan.
A board creaked as Marshall shifted his weight.
And there was Dash, spinning around with blood on his lips, a limp body in his arms.
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Seriously though, I love the idea of a vampiric Dash. It could explain so much about him.