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teddogHOLY SWEET MERCIFUL CRAP! I WROTE SOMETHING. AND IT'S CRAP!
Crap, crap, crap. This was written as a gag to my sister Katie. The idea came when someone suggested a pairing between Rick and Wrath from the anime Fullmetal Alchemist. Of course, I didn’t think of THOSE characters when I read the pairing. I thought of Rick of PoG and Wrath from the Fullmetal Alchemist manga (they’re different and manga Wrath can kick anime Wrath's butt). To which Katie said: "No I wanted Wrath/Nance" and this little thing snowballed.
Title: Untitled
Rated: I dunno... PG? (mild cursing, some violence)
Fandom: Subreality/TTPCTS Club, PoG and FMA characters.
Unbetaed because it sucks. May tweak later. Intended to be a carryover of the "Super Secret Subreality-Based Project of Doom, Now With 50% More Insanity" and is based on Drabble 20 from that story... so this won't make a lick of sense as a standalone.
Note: If you aren't aware of who Wrath is in the FMA manga and don't want to be spoiled, don't read this story.
Usually, the TTPCTS Club was a refuge for distressed fictives…
Usually, it was quiet and rather relaxed…
Today was NOT usual…
“Rick! Incoming!”
Commander Rick Smith heard his partner’s voice cut through the crowd in enough time to save his life, but not the left jacket sleeve on his bomber jacket. As the geek cowered on the club floor, he could hear the ringing reverberations of the sword impaled on the floor just above his head. This was not good. Sure, Enrico Gruen was never quite happy with him, but Rick never imagined that the Enrico he knew would try to outright KILL him.
“Okay, Enrico, that was a little..” Rick trailed off as he chanced a glance upward. What he found wasn’t the aging naturalist, but rather a rather buff man in a military uniform of some sort. An angry looking man. With several swords strapped to his back, ready to be used.
Nope, this wasn’t Rick’s day at all.
The man suddenly twitched, drawing a sword from his left side. The movement was so fast and fluid that Rick could barely see the action. He winced and clinged closer to the floor, trying to let out a cry. Nothing came out.
“So, you believed that you could hide from me?” the large man scoffed. He brought the edge of the sword close to Rick‘s chest and grinned as the geek quivered in sheer terror. “You should have learned that nothing can escape from my ultimate eye.” The man raised his sword in a silver arc, readying for an attack.
The smaller man watched in horror at the other’s impressive skill. With the sword raised high, Rick figured he finally had a chance to escape. He moved backwards along the floor, only to find himself pinned between a hard wall and a very sharp point.
“What are you talking about? Nance! Do something!” Rick finally managed to yell out in a blind panic before fear seized his voice again.
Nan-Cy folded her arms and leaned backward, resting her lower back on the edge of the bar in an attempt to look calm and collective, much to Rick‘s dismay. The truth was that the inside of her brain was a swirling tempest of half baked plans and strategies, searching deeper and deeper in an attempt to find some way out of this mess.
“Hey,“ she whispered as she stared down at the petrified Tom Servo tending the bar. Nan-Cy never enjoyed dealing with the robots, but it appeared that she didn’t have a choice. “Think you can get me something… I don’t know.” She quickly gestured a flat, long shape with her hands.
From his current position, Rick couldn’t make out a thing that Nan-Cy had said. He clenched his eyes closed tightly. This was the end, it seemed. He made a quick mental note not to put in a good word for Nance at the door and prepared himself for what was bound to happen next.
“Most guests here usually check toys like that at the door. You compensating for something? What‘s your name, stranger?”
Nance. Rick was certain that he recognized the voice. Probably a hallucination from the early stages of death.
“My business name is King Bradley, but I prefer to be called Wrath. Now, Miss, if you could excuse me for a second…”
Rick slowly opened his eyes, finding Nan-Cy standing between him and Wrath. This was unexpected. As Wrath asked Nan-Cy to move, she tightened her grip on the flying pan behind her back. Flying pan? Now Rick was sure that this was nothing more than a dream or a very strange interpretation of Hell. Damn all those comic books.
“Wrath? How sweet. I’m the Nano-Cybernetic 3000, but most people just call me Nan-Cy for short.” Nan-Cy paused for a moment. Although Rick couldn’t see her face, several years of knowing her told him she was probably waiting for a reaction. “Silly humans can’t seem to pronoun complex names anymore.”
“Ah…. You I see you’re not a real human either.” Much to Rick’s surprise, Wrath’s interest switched from himself to Nance.
“Not quite. Want me to explain?”
Wrath gave a quick nod.
“Good…” And with that Nance swung out the flying pan, nailing Wrath directly in the centre the head. The once powerful man crumpled.
Rick gave out a huge sigh of relief as the man fell to the ground, and then promptly fainted himself.
“Double KO!” Nan-Cy said with a wide grin.
Crap, crap, crap. This was written as a gag to my sister Katie. The idea came when someone suggested a pairing between Rick and Wrath from the anime Fullmetal Alchemist. Of course, I didn’t think of THOSE characters when I read the pairing. I thought of Rick of PoG and Wrath from the Fullmetal Alchemist manga (they’re different and manga Wrath can kick anime Wrath's butt). To which Katie said: "No I wanted Wrath/Nance" and this little thing snowballed.
Title: Untitled
Rated: I dunno... PG? (mild cursing, some violence)
Fandom: Subreality/TTPCTS Club, PoG and FMA characters.
Unbetaed because it sucks. May tweak later. Intended to be a carryover of the "Super Secret Subreality-Based Project of Doom, Now With 50% More Insanity" and is based on Drabble 20 from that story... so this won't make a lick of sense as a standalone.
Note: If you aren't aware of who Wrath is in the FMA manga and don't want to be spoiled, don't read this story.
Usually, the TTPCTS Club was a refuge for distressed fictives…
Usually, it was quiet and rather relaxed…
Today was NOT usual…
“Rick! Incoming!”
Commander Rick Smith heard his partner’s voice cut through the crowd in enough time to save his life, but not the left jacket sleeve on his bomber jacket. As the geek cowered on the club floor, he could hear the ringing reverberations of the sword impaled on the floor just above his head. This was not good. Sure, Enrico Gruen was never quite happy with him, but Rick never imagined that the Enrico he knew would try to outright KILL him.
“Okay, Enrico, that was a little..” Rick trailed off as he chanced a glance upward. What he found wasn’t the aging naturalist, but rather a rather buff man in a military uniform of some sort. An angry looking man. With several swords strapped to his back, ready to be used.
Nope, this wasn’t Rick’s day at all.
The man suddenly twitched, drawing a sword from his left side. The movement was so fast and fluid that Rick could barely see the action. He winced and clinged closer to the floor, trying to let out a cry. Nothing came out.
“So, you believed that you could hide from me?” the large man scoffed. He brought the edge of the sword close to Rick‘s chest and grinned as the geek quivered in sheer terror. “You should have learned that nothing can escape from my ultimate eye.” The man raised his sword in a silver arc, readying for an attack.
The smaller man watched in horror at the other’s impressive skill. With the sword raised high, Rick figured he finally had a chance to escape. He moved backwards along the floor, only to find himself pinned between a hard wall and a very sharp point.
“What are you talking about? Nance! Do something!” Rick finally managed to yell out in a blind panic before fear seized his voice again.
Nan-Cy folded her arms and leaned backward, resting her lower back on the edge of the bar in an attempt to look calm and collective, much to Rick‘s dismay. The truth was that the inside of her brain was a swirling tempest of half baked plans and strategies, searching deeper and deeper in an attempt to find some way out of this mess.
“Hey,“ she whispered as she stared down at the petrified Tom Servo tending the bar. Nan-Cy never enjoyed dealing with the robots, but it appeared that she didn’t have a choice. “Think you can get me something… I don’t know.” She quickly gestured a flat, long shape with her hands.
From his current position, Rick couldn’t make out a thing that Nan-Cy had said. He clenched his eyes closed tightly. This was the end, it seemed. He made a quick mental note not to put in a good word for Nance at the door and prepared himself for what was bound to happen next.
“Most guests here usually check toys like that at the door. You compensating for something? What‘s your name, stranger?”
Nance. Rick was certain that he recognized the voice. Probably a hallucination from the early stages of death.
“My business name is King Bradley, but I prefer to be called Wrath. Now, Miss, if you could excuse me for a second…”
Rick slowly opened his eyes, finding Nan-Cy standing between him and Wrath. This was unexpected. As Wrath asked Nan-Cy to move, she tightened her grip on the flying pan behind her back. Flying pan? Now Rick was sure that this was nothing more than a dream or a very strange interpretation of Hell. Damn all those comic books.
“Wrath? How sweet. I’m the Nano-Cybernetic 3000, but most people just call me Nan-Cy for short.” Nan-Cy paused for a moment. Although Rick couldn’t see her face, several years of knowing her told him she was probably waiting for a reaction. “Silly humans can’t seem to pronoun complex names anymore.”
“Ah…. You I see you’re not a real human either.” Much to Rick’s surprise, Wrath’s interest switched from himself to Nance.
“Not quite. Want me to explain?”
Wrath gave a quick nod.
“Good…” And with that Nance swung out the flying pan, nailing Wrath directly in the centre the head. The once powerful man crumpled.
Rick gave out a huge sigh of relief as the man fell to the ground, and then promptly fainted himself.
“Double KO!” Nan-Cy said with a wide grin.
