Post by engagefanficbreak on Oct 4, 2013 18:27:22 GMT -5
Note: I've posted this on FFN and DeviantART already. However, being that this fandom is rather secluded, I figured I'd post it here for convenience's sake. No spoilers or anything, just a little day-in-the-life snippet of Flint and Steve.
~~~The One Hundred Prompt Challenge!~~~
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Number Twenty-One: “Never Again”
Note: They will NOT be in order, but all 100 prompts will be done! First up, this one takes place about three months before the first movie.
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Number Twenty-One: “Never Again”
Note: They will NOT be in order, but all 100 prompts will be done! First up, this one takes place about three months before the first movie.
“Whoa!” Flint Lockwood couldn’t help but release a fear-filled yelp as the blast threw him up against the wall of the lab. Smoke filled the large structure, along with the unsettling scents of molten metal and burnt hair.
“Sleepy…”
Reluctantly, the young Lockwood pulled his hands away from their awkward position defending his face, and opened his eyes. A Flint-shaped imprint had been made in the sooty fallout of the explosion. His tools had been displaced by the fireball, and only pieces of each one were still intact. His precious monitor bay was still standing, albeit haphazardly leaning on the far wall. Many of the screens were cracked, but those still in working order displayed “ERROR CRITICAL!” through the spider-webbed glass in striking red letters. Drawing a breath, Flint got to his feet (though not without the help of the wall that he had been so conveniently launched into). Swaying for a moment as the stars faded from his eyes, he gingerly rubbed the back of his head- no doubt bruised by the aforementioned four-inch-thick steel wall.
“Steve?” he called out, glancing about for his little primate friend. What he got in return, however, was a series of incoherent mumblings from above. He looked up and had to stifle a chuckle.
There, above the chaos, was a single, sleepy monkey, hanging from a basket of spare cords with his tail like a Vampire Bat. The scientist just shook his head.
Never again. Lockwood thought, No more gummy bears for Steve.
Critiques are warmly welcomed and given a cup of my grandmother's hot chocolate.
“Sleepy…”
Reluctantly, the young Lockwood pulled his hands away from their awkward position defending his face, and opened his eyes. A Flint-shaped imprint had been made in the sooty fallout of the explosion. His tools had been displaced by the fireball, and only pieces of each one were still intact. His precious monitor bay was still standing, albeit haphazardly leaning on the far wall. Many of the screens were cracked, but those still in working order displayed “ERROR CRITICAL!” through the spider-webbed glass in striking red letters. Drawing a breath, Flint got to his feet (though not without the help of the wall that he had been so conveniently launched into). Swaying for a moment as the stars faded from his eyes, he gingerly rubbed the back of his head- no doubt bruised by the aforementioned four-inch-thick steel wall.
“Steve?” he called out, glancing about for his little primate friend. What he got in return, however, was a series of incoherent mumblings from above. He looked up and had to stifle a chuckle.
There, above the chaos, was a single, sleepy monkey, hanging from a basket of spare cords with his tail like a Vampire Bat. The scientist just shook his head.
Never again. Lockwood thought, No more gummy bears for Steve.
Critiques are warmly welcomed and given a cup of my grandmother's hot chocolate.