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tiny_ninjaTitle: Be Careful What You Wish For
Fandoms: Original Work
Characters: Panda, Rexy, Flamingo, Sarah the little girl
Pairing: none
Rating: Gen
Summary: Straight up crack story about toys in the window display.
Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
getyourwordsout Yahtzee challenge, with the prompt: cute store window.
This was inspired by a story a friend of mine wrote in high school. We had to write something based off three random objects from this giant pile on the floor. Derek wrote this insane story about Furby, Bear, and Baby fighting a shark on a boat.
So... this is my attempt at a Furby, Bear, and Baby story. XD
Word Count: 977
Lights twinkled in the store window. Music drifted from the box in the corner, a soft rendition of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.” Toys lined the shelf, waiting for someone to pick them up and bring them home.
Outside the shop window, passerby rushed to their destinations, a blur of jackets, scarves, and handbags. A little girl stopped, eyes wide, pressing her hands and face against the cold glass. Her breath fogged up the window.
She pointed at the panda in the center of the shelf, beneath the hanging crystals in the shape of stars, moons, and snowflakes. “Look!” She jumped up and down. “Look at the cute little panda!” The glass muffled her words, but the children were all the same.
Her mother’s hand rested on her shoulder. “Come along. We don’t have time to look at toys.”
“Please? Just for a couple minutes?”
“Not today, Sarah.”
“But I just want to hold him! I brought my wallet just in case!”
“I said no.”
“But Mommy…”
The mother tugged the girl back to the sidewalk proper and they headed down the street. Sarah’s little eyes stayed on the panda until she was out of sight.
Inside, Panda watched, smile painted on his ceramic face. Eyes twitched behind the glasses he didn’t need. “I’ll kill you, kid,” he muttered. Small children were the worst. They picked him up, turned him over and upside down, tried to see if he was a bank like the piggies in the front or just a figurine. Little girls hugged him, only for their parents to remind them of how “breakable” he was. If only they knew how he truly felt about them.
“She can’t hear you,” Rexy drawled from beside him. “They never can.”
“Shut up.”
“What are you gonna do about it? I’m the only friend you have here.”
Panda turned his fake-happy stare to the green dinosaur. A wind-up toy, Rexy’s destiny was to end up at the bottom of a Goodwill donation pile. “Friend is a very loose term,” Panda reminded him. “Stuck with you is more like it.”
“Only until they redo the window display again. Then we’ll be back on the shelf with the other toys.” Rexy shimmied so his body faced the window better. “At least here we get to watch the traffic go by. Better entertainment, that’s for sure.”
Snorting, Panda wished he could roll his eyes. Or make any expression other than the one his maker painted on him. “Ridiculous,” he said. “The only good thing would be to break out of here.”
“In order to do that, you gotta get some kiddo to like you.” Rexy eyed him. “Let’s face it, Panda, my dude. With that attitude, you’re not going anywhere.”
“Well... not without some effort.”
Both Panda and Rexy turned towards the new voice. Flamingo waited to Panda’s left, eyes hidden behind plastic sunglasses. A suncatcher, his wings would flap whenever he was left out on the windowsill. Grandmothers loved his kind, but Flamingo had been here longer than Panda. And Panda had been here for more sunrises and sunsets than he cared to count.
“What are you suggesting?” Panda asked. He hoped it was something drastic.
“The same thing I suggest every night.” Flamingo eyed him. “We break out-”
“And take over the world,” Panda finished for him.
“Guys, you’ve been watching too many cartoons,” Rexy whined. “Even the stupid mice couldn’t leave their lab. What makes you think we’re gonna fair any better getting out of a toy store?”
Panda’s eyes flashed. “Because we’re not a pair of lab rats,” he shot back. “We have time to plan.”
“Yeah, and your plans haven’t gotten you anywhere.”
“I don’t see you making a better suggestion.”
“Guys.” Flamingo rocked from side to side in his little stand. “You’re making this way too complicated. All we have to do is wait until they prop the door open for deliveries, and then make a run for it.”
Rexy snorted. “Run? Can either of you run?!”
Flamingo flapped his wings as if he were waving a hand. “You’re missing the point. The shopkeep will be so focused on putting away the boxes that he’s not going to notice if a couple figures are missing from the windowsill. But,” he rocked towards the door, “we should probably start inching our way towards the door. You know, so we’re in the right spot.”
None of Flamingo’s ideas ever worked. Panda knew this. Yet he hoped that, tonight, it would be different. What was the worst that could happen? They were stuck here, again, for another day of hell on display. “Fine,” Panda said. “We’ll try it. Anything to get out of this shithole.”
“On three.” Flamingo shimmied his back end. “One, two-”
“PEOPLE!” Rexy screamed.
The bell chimed on the door. In bounced little Sarah, the girl from earlier, and her long-suffering mother. The shopkeep looked up from his spot behind the register. “May I help you?” the old man drawled.
“Mommy said I can have the panda!” Sarah cried, pointing to the window. “That one!”
“Alrighty then.” The shopkeep stood up. Every step he took was antagonizing.
If Panda could breathe, he’d be gulping down air. Instead his face was frozen into a fake smile. He wanted out of the toy store, sure. But not home with a little girl who would forget him under a bed or in a box or - he shuddered to think it - thrown in the trash, where all toys went to die.
“Tough luck, friend,” Rexy whispered. “It’s been nice knowing you.”
Sarah bounced over. Tiny hands ripped him from the shelf. She snuggled Panda close and brought him over to the cash register. “I’m going to love him and cherish him forever!” she squealed. “Thank you, Mommy!”
And in that moment, Panda knew his fate was sealed.
Fandoms: Original Work
Characters: Panda, Rexy, Flamingo, Sarah the little girl
Pairing: none
Rating: Gen
Summary: Straight up crack story about toys in the window display.
Notes: Written for
getyourwordsout Yahtzee challenge, with the prompt: cute store window. This was inspired by a story a friend of mine wrote in high school. We had to write something based off three random objects from this giant pile on the floor. Derek wrote this insane story about Furby, Bear, and Baby fighting a shark on a boat.
So... this is my attempt at a Furby, Bear, and Baby story. XD
Word Count: 977
Lights twinkled in the store window. Music drifted from the box in the corner, a soft rendition of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.” Toys lined the shelf, waiting for someone to pick them up and bring them home.
Outside the shop window, passerby rushed to their destinations, a blur of jackets, scarves, and handbags. A little girl stopped, eyes wide, pressing her hands and face against the cold glass. Her breath fogged up the window.
She pointed at the panda in the center of the shelf, beneath the hanging crystals in the shape of stars, moons, and snowflakes. “Look!” She jumped up and down. “Look at the cute little panda!” The glass muffled her words, but the children were all the same.
Her mother’s hand rested on her shoulder. “Come along. We don’t have time to look at toys.”
“Please? Just for a couple minutes?”
“Not today, Sarah.”
“But I just want to hold him! I brought my wallet just in case!”
“I said no.”
“But Mommy…”
The mother tugged the girl back to the sidewalk proper and they headed down the street. Sarah’s little eyes stayed on the panda until she was out of sight.
Inside, Panda watched, smile painted on his ceramic face. Eyes twitched behind the glasses he didn’t need. “I’ll kill you, kid,” he muttered. Small children were the worst. They picked him up, turned him over and upside down, tried to see if he was a bank like the piggies in the front or just a figurine. Little girls hugged him, only for their parents to remind them of how “breakable” he was. If only they knew how he truly felt about them.
“She can’t hear you,” Rexy drawled from beside him. “They never can.”
“Shut up.”
“What are you gonna do about it? I’m the only friend you have here.”
Panda turned his fake-happy stare to the green dinosaur. A wind-up toy, Rexy’s destiny was to end up at the bottom of a Goodwill donation pile. “Friend is a very loose term,” Panda reminded him. “Stuck with you is more like it.”
“Only until they redo the window display again. Then we’ll be back on the shelf with the other toys.” Rexy shimmied so his body faced the window better. “At least here we get to watch the traffic go by. Better entertainment, that’s for sure.”
Snorting, Panda wished he could roll his eyes. Or make any expression other than the one his maker painted on him. “Ridiculous,” he said. “The only good thing would be to break out of here.”
“In order to do that, you gotta get some kiddo to like you.” Rexy eyed him. “Let’s face it, Panda, my dude. With that attitude, you’re not going anywhere.”
“Well... not without some effort.”
Both Panda and Rexy turned towards the new voice. Flamingo waited to Panda’s left, eyes hidden behind plastic sunglasses. A suncatcher, his wings would flap whenever he was left out on the windowsill. Grandmothers loved his kind, but Flamingo had been here longer than Panda. And Panda had been here for more sunrises and sunsets than he cared to count.
“What are you suggesting?” Panda asked. He hoped it was something drastic.
“The same thing I suggest every night.” Flamingo eyed him. “We break out-”
“And take over the world,” Panda finished for him.
“Guys, you’ve been watching too many cartoons,” Rexy whined. “Even the stupid mice couldn’t leave their lab. What makes you think we’re gonna fair any better getting out of a toy store?”
Panda’s eyes flashed. “Because we’re not a pair of lab rats,” he shot back. “We have time to plan.”
“Yeah, and your plans haven’t gotten you anywhere.”
“I don’t see you making a better suggestion.”
“Guys.” Flamingo rocked from side to side in his little stand. “You’re making this way too complicated. All we have to do is wait until they prop the door open for deliveries, and then make a run for it.”
Rexy snorted. “Run? Can either of you run?!”
Flamingo flapped his wings as if he were waving a hand. “You’re missing the point. The shopkeep will be so focused on putting away the boxes that he’s not going to notice if a couple figures are missing from the windowsill. But,” he rocked towards the door, “we should probably start inching our way towards the door. You know, so we’re in the right spot.”
None of Flamingo’s ideas ever worked. Panda knew this. Yet he hoped that, tonight, it would be different. What was the worst that could happen? They were stuck here, again, for another day of hell on display. “Fine,” Panda said. “We’ll try it. Anything to get out of this shithole.”
“On three.” Flamingo shimmied his back end. “One, two-”
“PEOPLE!” Rexy screamed.
The bell chimed on the door. In bounced little Sarah, the girl from earlier, and her long-suffering mother. The shopkeep looked up from his spot behind the register. “May I help you?” the old man drawled.
“Mommy said I can have the panda!” Sarah cried, pointing to the window. “That one!”
“Alrighty then.” The shopkeep stood up. Every step he took was antagonizing.
If Panda could breathe, he’d be gulping down air. Instead his face was frozen into a fake smile. He wanted out of the toy store, sure. But not home with a little girl who would forget him under a bed or in a box or - he shuddered to think it - thrown in the trash, where all toys went to die.
“Tough luck, friend,” Rexy whispered. “It’s been nice knowing you.”
Sarah bounced over. Tiny hands ripped him from the shelf. She snuggled Panda close and brought him over to the cash register. “I’m going to love him and cherish him forever!” she squealed. “Thank you, Mommy!”
And in that moment, Panda knew his fate was sealed.
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