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anxietycloset wrote in milliways_bar
The broom closet door swings open, and out peeps a huge purple rhinoceroid monster... in an incongruously small bowler hat.

"Oh, my! This is new!"

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The monster is being Eyed by a blue-skinned man in a British police uniform.

"Look who's talking."

The Snorklewacker raises an eyebrow, but, hey, he is, as mentioned, a huge purple polka-dotted monster and is in no position to judge.

He chuckles. "Yes, of course, sir, but that's my job. Although I suppose it's the job of this place, too..."

"Why, startling people! I wouldn't be a very effective nightmare if I were boring, now would I?"

Blink. Blink.

"You're a nightmare."

It's not really a question. More of a 'pull the other one, it's got bells on.'

"You betcha!" says the beast cheerily. "Nightmare, Anxiety, bogeyman, whatever you prefer to call it. I mostly serve children, but I'm always flexible."

"And you're supposed to be scary."

Bob's perspective on things might be a little bit skewed by his profession. When you spend your days battling zombie Nazis in Games, a comical giant purple thing isn't all that intimidating.

The Snorklewacker gives him a mildly affronted look and says, "When you're four feet tall and I'm lunging out of your closet to grab you, yes."

Bob smirks. "Hate to break it to you, pal, but this is a bar. Not too many kids around here."

"I've seen a few. But everyone has their own personal Anxieties."

"So, what, are you a shapeshifter or something?"

"No, no, I just fetch the others as necessary."

"More specialized Anxieties. Like I said, everyone has them." He peers closely at Bob, nods in satisfaction, says "Just a tick!" and vanishes back into the closet.

Another colourful head peers out, but this one's much more familiar.

"Bob? Oh, there you are!"

Dot's still dressed for 1905, but much fancier than before. Her dress is low on her shoulders and décolletage.

"Dot?" Bob blinks in surprise and bewilderment. "What are you doing in the closet?"

She's also a bit flushed and disheveled.

"Yes, about that..." She turns to look back into the closet, where another sprite is following her out.

He's .1 pixels taller than Bob, with more muscle tone (not that Bob himself is lacking in that); this is evident even in his extremely elegant period attire. His skin is antique gold, his hair is pulled back in a maroon ponytail, and you could use his chin for roadwork.

"Bob, I'd like you to meet Chip Goldwire."

" Hi. What were you two doing in there??"

Chip nods and says "Hello" and gives Bob a warm, friendly smile.

"I was showing Chip Milliways," Dot informs Bob, and smiles up at Chip. This smile isn't best described as 'warm', but it's plenty friendly. Chip returns it, and puts an arm around her waist.

A frown creases Bob's brow. "Dot...? Who is this guy??"

Edited at 2008-03-25 04:03 am (UTC)

"He's a banking database. An old business contact of mine. He's very intelligent, forward-thinking, sensitive, reliable, cha--" She breaks off and squeaks as Chip's hand slips back behind her, then continues, "...charming... and my new fiancé."

Dot looks at Bob sort of pityingly. "I'm sorry, Bob. You've been wonderful, really. It's just that Chip is so much more amazing than you. And he'd be a much better husband and father."

She gazes up adoringly at Chip, who returns the look before dipping her and kissing her passionately. A wind starts up from somewhere, catching at their clothing and Chip's hair. The stereo starts playing the Fantasy Overture from Tchaikovsky's Romeo and Juliet.

"A better--now, wait a nano here!" says Bob, caught somewhere between outrage and desperation. "What about us? What about our baby??"

Edited at 2008-03-25 04:35 am (UTC)

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