I got bored. Tromp le Monde and LoAFUA will be updated soon. don't judge me. I only recently found this fic, it is about three years old. Of course, it was buried under the spinning vortex of doom that is my bed. You know me, as organized as an elementry school toga party. Sorry, too much Animal House. ¬¬ Don't judge me. The fic is seven chapters, the first one is Wrath, then Envy, Gluttony, Sloth, Lust, Pride and finally Greed. If you are wondering why my fave is last, it is apparent in this chapter. At the time, I hated the PimpMaster™.
Chapter One: Fear his Wrath.
Airports are generally fun, as a colorfull assortment of people are there almost daily. However, if you were to enter the Central Airport, this date of Monday the twenty-second, what is quite possibly the strangest sight would meet your eyes. Seven people in black outfits were bording an unlucky plane. The largest, a bald, chubby man, was being led on a leash by a teen with a mini skirt and tank top, palm tree like hair sticking out at odd angles. The smallest, a boy of about eight was holding the hand of a tall woman, hair a strange mix of black and brown, whose movements were as gracefull as water. Two men followed, one with an eyepatch over the left eye, and the other with shark like teeth and shades. Finally, a slender woman with an expression that sugested the utmost boredom.
"Lust's turn!" the fat man cried gleefully, causing the teen to glare at the thin woman.
"No Gluttony," the woman known as lust sighed "Envy is the only one strong enough to hold you back. You need to learn to control your appitite before I can take care of you in such a crowded place."
Gluttony and Envy groaned as one while the group picked out thteir seats.
"Can I have a window seat mommy, can I?" the small boy asked as his "mother" smiled.
"Of course you may Wrath, there is one now." Sloth said while pointing to an empty seat. However, the sharktoothed man jumped into it with a cry of: "Yoink! MINE!" "Greed," said Sloth, a vein popping in her temple, "Wrath really wanted that seat."
"Too bad ****, its mine!" Greed exclaimed, sealing his doom as Wrath cried even louder.
"This is going to be good." Pride-the man with the eyepatch- noted as lust nodded next to him.
Suddenly, Wrath stopped crying as a mischevious grin spread on his face. Clapping his hands together, he then placed them on the seat infront of Greed. As a blue light eminated from the afore mentioned seat, all the others apart from Wrath, who was busy, and Grees, who hadn't seen this before, got the hell out of the way. Immediatly, the chair was gone, a comiclly large cannon in it's place. Lighting it with a match pulled out of his hair, wrath jumped out of the way as Greed tried to scramble over his own chair. The cannonball however, hit Greed directly in his "special place," and proppeled him through the roof in a Team Rocketesque manner. His girly screams could be heard on the other side of the Gate.
"Anyone else wanna take MY seat? Didn't think so."
End chapter one.
Crappy eh?
Chapter One: Fear his Wrath.
Airports are generally fun, as a colorfull assortment of people are there almost daily. However, if you were to enter the Central Airport, this date of Monday the twenty-second, what is quite possibly the strangest sight would meet your eyes. Seven people in black outfits were bording an unlucky plane. The largest, a bald, chubby man, was being led on a leash by a teen with a mini skirt and tank top, palm tree like hair sticking out at odd angles. The smallest, a boy of about eight was holding the hand of a tall woman, hair a strange mix of black and brown, whose movements were as gracefull as water. Two men followed, one with an eyepatch over the left eye, and the other with shark like teeth and shades. Finally, a slender woman with an expression that sugested the utmost boredom.
"Lust's turn!" the fat man cried gleefully, causing the teen to glare at the thin woman.
"No Gluttony," the woman known as lust sighed "Envy is the only one strong enough to hold you back. You need to learn to control your appitite before I can take care of you in such a crowded place."
Gluttony and Envy groaned as one while the group picked out thteir seats.
"Can I have a window seat mommy, can I?" the small boy asked as his "mother" smiled.
"Of course you may Wrath, there is one now." Sloth said while pointing to an empty seat. However, the sharktoothed man jumped into it with a cry of: "Yoink! MINE!" "Greed," said Sloth, a vein popping in her temple, "Wrath really wanted that seat."
"Too bad ****, its mine!" Greed exclaimed, sealing his doom as Wrath cried even louder.
"This is going to be good." Pride-the man with the eyepatch- noted as lust nodded next to him.
Suddenly, Wrath stopped crying as a mischevious grin spread on his face. Clapping his hands together, he then placed them on the seat infront of Greed. As a blue light eminated from the afore mentioned seat, all the others apart from Wrath, who was busy, and Grees, who hadn't seen this before, got the hell out of the way. Immediatly, the chair was gone, a comiclly large cannon in it's place. Lighting it with a match pulled out of his hair, wrath jumped out of the way as Greed tried to scramble over his own chair. The cannonball however, hit Greed directly in his "special place," and proppeled him through the roof in a Team Rocketesque manner. His girly screams could be heard on the other side of the Gate.
"Anyone else wanna take MY seat? Didn't think so."
End chapter one.
Crappy eh?