Puddleduck
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- Joined
- Apr 9, 2017
Because I'm autistic and bored AF, I wrote a little opening for the Wogglebug story.
Antibo towered over the residents of Ant Town.
"You are all mine!" he boomed.
"Not if I have anything to say about it!"
Wogglebug sprung from his hiding place. He had discovered the secret to defeating Antibo, and it was --
"Cynthia?"
She looked up from her homemade dolls, and carefully picked the ants off. The owner of the children's home, Mrs Morris, was calling her.
"There's someone here who would like to meet you," Mrs Morris said. The man standing next to her smiled politely. "This is Peter."
Cynthia returned the smile, making it as hideously false as she could manage. "Welcome to Blockbusters Children's Rental," she said. "Please remember to return your child in about two weeks when her love for creepy crawlies gets too much."
"I'm not like that, I-" Peter's face cracked into a grin. "How do you know what Blockbusters was?"
"There's a Blockbuster sticker on the Home's copy of A Bugs Life," Cynthia said. "I googled it to see if they made more bug films, but it's just a Netflix thing.."
"Bugs Life is good," Peter said. "But Antz is better."
"You're a bug fucker too?!"
"You like bugs too?!" Cynthia said.
"Sure do," Peter said. "I'm a lawyer,but I only work with clients who ... well, let's just say right now I'm trying to save a butterfly farm. A casino owner is trying to force the owner to sell her land."
He sat down next to her, and she couldn't help but notice he didn't seem to care that ants started to crawl on his pants.
"In fact, I'm going there in about an hour...."
*
Francine tried to ignore the man in the ugly business suit, but she was sure he was wearing a wig.
"No reason we can't be friends," David said. "You'll be a very rich woman if you hop off your broom - I mean, if we can come to an agreement."
They were waiting outside the butterfly farm.
"Did you write down the wifi password?" Francine said. "I can never remember it, and the man who's coming is bringing a kid. They always get bored after about ten minutes and want to sit on their modern machines.."
"Here you go," David handed her a piece of paper. "I've already memorized it for when -"
A car pulled up in the parking lot. Francine could just about hear the conversation:
"Do you want to leave that doll in the car? It might scare the butterflies!"
"Don't be silly, the Wogglebug isn't scary!"
Francine's ears pricked up. Did she hear that right?
"Antibo is the scary one."
Francine nearly fainted. Maybe ... maybe this little girl was the one ...
"You are all mine!" he boomed.
"Not if I have anything to say about it!"
Wogglebug sprung from his hiding place. He had discovered the secret to defeating Antibo, and it was --
"Cynthia?"
She looked up from her homemade dolls, and carefully picked the ants off. The owner of the children's home, Mrs Morris, was calling her.
"There's someone here who would like to meet you," Mrs Morris said. The man standing next to her smiled politely. "This is Peter."
Cynthia returned the smile, making it as hideously false as she could manage. "Welcome to Blockbusters Children's Rental," she said. "Please remember to return your child in about two weeks when her love for creepy crawlies gets too much."
"I'm not like that, I-" Peter's face cracked into a grin. "How do you know what Blockbusters was?"
"There's a Blockbuster sticker on the Home's copy of A Bugs Life," Cynthia said. "I googled it to see if they made more bug films, but it's just a Netflix thing.."
"Bugs Life is good," Peter said. "But Antz is better."
"You like bugs too?!" Cynthia said.
"Sure do," Peter said. "I'm a lawyer,but I only work with clients who ... well, let's just say right now I'm trying to save a butterfly farm. A casino owner is trying to force the owner to sell her land."
He sat down next to her, and she couldn't help but notice he didn't seem to care that ants started to crawl on his pants.
"In fact, I'm going there in about an hour...."
*
Francine tried to ignore the man in the ugly business suit, but she was sure he was wearing a wig.
"No reason we can't be friends," David said. "You'll be a very rich woman if you hop off your broom - I mean, if we can come to an agreement."
They were waiting outside the butterfly farm.
"Did you write down the wifi password?" Francine said. "I can never remember it, and the man who's coming is bringing a kid. They always get bored after about ten minutes and want to sit on their modern machines.."
"Here you go," David handed her a piece of paper. "I've already memorized it for when -"
A car pulled up in the parking lot. Francine could just about hear the conversation:
"Do you want to leave that doll in the car? It might scare the butterflies!"
"Don't be silly, the Wogglebug isn't scary!"
Francine's ears pricked up. Did she hear that right?
"Antibo is the scary one."
Francine nearly fainted. Maybe ... maybe this little girl was the one ...
