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Mar. 31st, 2007 03:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Something not right woke her with a start looking around. Dot was pretty sure that last night, after some... fun with Bob, she had fallen asleep next to him. Naked.
...
This did not explain the clothing. Nor did it explain the sudden blond hair. Or the lack of a Bob to snug up next to in the morning.
The panic flooded in as Dot felt something else amiss. All sprites have a function, for hours Dot's was this.
Command.Com:
Sustain,
Protect,
Control.
Her purpose, what she did, what she loved doing. All gone. A empty terrifying hole where there had last night been a comforting voice and guide.
Normally she was not the type to scream. But in this case the situation definitely warranted that she scream like a chainsaw massacre cheerleader.
Aptly fitting.
...
This did not explain the clothing. Nor did it explain the sudden blond hair. Or the lack of a Bob to snug up next to in the morning.
The panic flooded in as Dot felt something else amiss. All sprites have a function, for hours Dot's was this.
Command.Com:
Sustain,
Protect,
Control.
Her purpose, what she did, what she loved doing. All gone. A empty terrifying hole where there had last night been a comforting voice and guide.
Normally she was not the type to scream. But in this case the situation definitely warranted that she scream like a chainsaw massacre cheerleader.
Aptly fitting.