Chapter 10
Finnegan stared at the auditor’s door.
Under the platinum plaque hung a sign clearly fashioned from the remains of a cardboard box and hastily scribbled with a marker, as if the writer was in great haste to go somewhere.
Considering the sign read, “OUT TO LUNCH”, they probably were.
His iron grip on Sedna’s neck loosened, and Sedna slid to the ground, body sprawled across the hallway. Finnegan could not tear himself away from the sign – something about it had sucked him dry of his spirit, his anxiety, his burning rage and everything in between and spat the empty husk that was his body out onto where he now stood. The slightly tilted blank stare, mouth slightly agape, back hunched, arms hanging loosely from his sides; all he needed to do was start drooling to complete the “lobotomised retard” look.
A moan escaped Sedna’s lips as he finally regained consciousness. He mustered enough strength to lift his head off the carpet, at the very least. Looking up, he saw his master standing in front of a door; slowly but surely, Finnegan leaned forward until his forehead connected with the door.
He thought that was the end of it, but Finnegan’s toes slipped backwards, and the small squeak of natural body oil rubbing against a polished wooden door stopped when he was kneeling on the carpet, then fell over onto his side, the hair at the back of his head tickling Sedna’s nose. The faint scent of sweat mixed with remnants of shampoo was almost intoxicating to Sedna’s senses, and he breathed in the musky aroma, much like how a person savoured wine. Sedna reached for a lock of hair. It was a little greasy from the sweat, but the shimmer fascinated Sedna so. A flick of his finger, and the lock of hair slowly wrapped around. He could feel his heart thumping against his chest, cheeks flushed with heat, head giddy with excitement; this was the closest he had ever gotten to his master, and it showed.
The excitement was too much for Sedna’s current energy level, and he passed out.
Chapter 9
NaNo challenge: Use the quote “OK, take your phone out of my shirt!”
Chapter 8
Sedna lifted the pile of binders from the workstation and carried them to the bookshelves, where they were neatly stacked against more binders. He ran a finger through the side labels to make sure he’d put them all in alphabetical order. Satisfied, he placed his arms at his waist, beaming from ear to ear.
“Osh!” he exclaimed. “Master’ll be pleased to see the room neat and tidy!” He pulled the bandana off his head, his light blue fringes falling back onto his face. He had spent the whole day tidying Finnegan’s office, without so much as an order from Finnegan himself. Records were resorted and recategorised before placing them on the bookshelves. Reference books were sorted by title and ISBN number, the drawers stuffed with odds and ends were sorted and placed into storage trays with the contents clearly labelled. The dishes that Finnegan ate his take-out meals from (on the days when Finnegan refused Sedna’s cooking, that is) had been washed, dried, and arranged on the rack in the cabinet where Finnegan kept his personal articles. The workstation where Finnegan’s mainframe sat humming with activity was dusted clean and stray wires folded and bunched together without accidentally pulling the plug, while Finnegan’s futon lay rolled up under the desk. Most importantly, the World project was still connected to the mainframe, running without Sedna tripping into it or accidentally rolling it out of the office. Everything was as Finnegan had left it, and yet the room was still clean; Surely his master would be pleased!
Chapter 7
The courtyard of the The Vaticanny Place is called just that by those who work there; Call a spade a spade, they said. It is the central area surrounded by the various building and structures that make up The Vaticanny Place, and the easiest way to get from one building to another opposite the courtyard. There have been various attempts to shorten the distance between the sections, but it did not take the engineers long to realise that the shortest distance between two buildings was a straight line. Since building sky bridges connecting the buildings got extremely messy (as one could imagine, thirty bridges piling eighty metres into the sky was not a pretty sight), they decided to landscape the courtyard instead and save a ton of money. It was the best idea they ever had – not only had it become a fairly profitable tourist attraction, it made sure everyone got a little exercise each day.
Chapter 6
(This begins a string of my favourite chapters, I hope you have fun reading them!)
Once upon a time there was a God named Finnegan.
He still lives, by the way.
Today Finnegan had to do something Very Special; he had to explain an expense claim to Accounting.
Chapter 5
The place where the Gods dwell, where they create life, exert power and enforce the natural laws of the universe is not a pantheon, as many historians, mythology researchers and fine vocabularists would have you think.
Chapter 4
This chapter completes 2 challenges:
- Kemuri’s theme, “Goatse“
- Juufan’s NaNo challenge to put in the phrase “And now, I feel like being an omelette. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”
Happy finding the Megatokyo reference!
Chapter 3
Key Sand stepped out onto the porch of his house and out the front gate on his way to the cemetery. Down the road, he walked past the shops, the weathered stone pavement stained with black ink. Try as City Hall had, some of the ink could not be removed, and replacing the stones were costly (the stones were imported from the Hills, a place that no longer HAD the stones since they had all been taken), so the Tourism board tried to put a new spin by lauding them as the only ink-stained stones in the world. This had tourists from far and wide popping by to see the Town Ravaged By Ink, eventually having a Heritage Foundation declare them a national treasure. This proved to be the best stroke of fortune Asterwick had, since the new status enabled them to acquire enough money to rebuild the houses so long the ink stains remained.
Chapter 2
And so the graduation ceremony was done with and Key Sand was deeply offended that his friends had used him for their own personal merriment and joy instead of consoling him of his loss.
“We TRIED to, but you just weren’t responding!” They insisted. “We figured shock therapy might work, but obviously it didn’t because you’re STILL in that bloody skirt after four years!”
Key Sand patted down his tartan skirt, indignant at the remark. “I find them rather comfortable, and it’s all your fault.”
And thus Key Sand got into quite the brawl, which ended in a mass of bruises and several upskirt accidents nobody needed to see, all in the name of upholding his pride. In truth, how much pride could there possibly be left in a man who never noticed that his friends clothed him in ladies’ apparel?
No one dared tell him so, since if a pretty boy in a skirt can beat up 4 guys, he certainly can beat you up.
Chapter 1
At the tender age of thirteen, Key Sand lost his first and only love to an unexplained, unnatural, seemingly ubiquitous tsunami of black Indian ink.
The next four years were spent moping and despairing at his lost chance for love, never again to feel the same rapture as he did when he was with her. And thus his hormones came and raged (mostly for her), and gave him all manner of skin ailments, and the hormones went away and his complexion cleared up and yet he pined.
Prologue
The prologue was written several months from the first chapter, and while it is connected to the story and sets up the situation, it was originally written as a one-shot, so *technically*, I’m not counting it.
Reposted from LJ with a few minor edits, from ![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
number304: Quote, “Rays of light from the stars in the night sky above send a plea from across the ages with colours that haven’t faded” -”Asteriks” by Orange Range.
