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kh_drabble[challenge 123 - monologue]
Title: Special
words: 263
Notes: Monologues automatically make me think of The Incredibles :D
Sora wrinkled his nose for two reasons.
The first was that his nose itched and there wasn’t anything he could do about it, since his hands were currently bound in giant metal cylinders.
The other was that the villain was monologueing – AGAIN.
“It’s not fair!” the short man with a gravity-defying shock of orange hair wailed. “I mean, YOU,” and here he pointed a white-gloved hand at Sora’s newest friend, “YOU, I can understand. Because you’re special you just HAVE to go and do the “right” thing! But you?” he gestured towards Sora. “You just get some giant key, and all of a sudden you think you’re special because you have magic powers. That you got from a KEY!!”
He now held the keyblade aloft, eyeing it, then sniggered. “You know… I think I’m gonna take this key, figure out how to harness it’s power. Then I’ll mass-produce it, and make millions off of it! Magic Keys! Kids’ll line up for miles to have a key that enables them to cast magic spells, and defeat monsters of darkness. And the ability to lock or unlock anything! Think of how much money I’ll make!”
He cackled, and Sora eyed Mr. Incredible warily. “Is Syndrome always like this?”
Bob Parr, aka Mr. Incredible heaved an exasperated sigh. “You have no idea.”
“Actually, I do,” Sora replied, thinking of yellow-gold eyes and a man in a black-and-white coat that just would not shut up.
"Hello! I'm talking here!" Syndrome demanded.
Sora rolled his eyes again, not daring to chuckle when the Keyblade disappeared from Syndrome’s hands.
Title: Special
words: 263
Notes: Monologues automatically make me think of The Incredibles :D
Sora wrinkled his nose for two reasons.
The first was that his nose itched and there wasn’t anything he could do about it, since his hands were currently bound in giant metal cylinders.
The other was that the villain was monologueing – AGAIN.
“It’s not fair!” the short man with a gravity-defying shock of orange hair wailed. “I mean, YOU,” and here he pointed a white-gloved hand at Sora’s newest friend, “YOU, I can understand. Because you’re special you just HAVE to go and do the “right” thing! But you?” he gestured towards Sora. “You just get some giant key, and all of a sudden you think you’re special because you have magic powers. That you got from a KEY!!”
He now held the keyblade aloft, eyeing it, then sniggered. “You know… I think I’m gonna take this key, figure out how to harness it’s power. Then I’ll mass-produce it, and make millions off of it! Magic Keys! Kids’ll line up for miles to have a key that enables them to cast magic spells, and defeat monsters of darkness. And the ability to lock or unlock anything! Think of how much money I’ll make!”
He cackled, and Sora eyed Mr. Incredible warily. “Is Syndrome always like this?”
Bob Parr, aka Mr. Incredible heaved an exasperated sigh. “You have no idea.”
“Actually, I do,” Sora replied, thinking of yellow-gold eyes and a man in a black-and-white coat that just would not shut up.
"Hello! I'm talking here!" Syndrome demanded.
Sora rolled his eyes again, not daring to chuckle when the Keyblade disappeared from Syndrome’s hands.
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