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Last Login: 11/13/2022 7:37 pm

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Starstruck baby

A story about my avatar by Unnamed Witness No 1 <333333

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The mischievious faerie floated in the slightly chill december sky. Her silver blue curls bounced in the wind. She lazily circled above the clouds, watching the pure deep blue of the everlasting spacious sky, and her latest victim.

The aforementioned victim was a hurrying, stressed pixie with light blue-green eyes and red locks of hair. She was the faerie's favorite target. Why? Because her squeal whenever she was pranked was extremely satisfactory. That cute, beautiful sound- the perfect squeal, and the light to every morning.

The bored faerie flipped through her book of pranks. Ah, here it is. Date: 13 o9 of the Silver Moon. Today's Plot: porridge. She grinned, a mischievious, wide grin that promised of quite bad things.

Now let’s see, the pixie was heading towards home… the faerie had approximately 30 minutes to set up the prank and hide. She checked her supplies. To set up the prank would be 10 minutes. She needed the tripwires…. Hm… well enough thinking. The faerie exercised her wings, readying them for a spurt of speed, and then zoomed through the air towards the pixie’s house. She opened the door with her key (which she had stolen from said pixie, prone to losing lots of things that turned up in strange places later, thanks to this particular faerie, but unknown to the pixie herself) and stepped lightly inside.

The pixie’s apartment was airy and refreshing, every inch neat and clean. It was also quite boring. Dashing outside, she grabbed her box. The giant box opened up to reveal a quite large apparatus, the company ACME on the bottom. She unfolded it, and took out some very complicated looking directions. After 3 minutes of staring at the arrows and lines and dots, she grumbled, and threw it away, where it fell down down down down down to earth, and conked a poor pigeon on the head, causing it to fly down and excrete, as pigeons do, onto a poor little girl’s head, which turned out to be me. The pigeon later told me the story, as pigeons are very sociable and pretentious to humans, posing for them, proud of their plumage—but that’s beside the point. Back to our story.

The mischievous faerie had assembled the machine (actually quite simple to assemble, but the instructions made it get worse) and then grunting and pulling, she dragged it inside the apartment. She set it up on the table and plugged it in. Pushing a switch, porridge immeadiately flew on a straight line out the door. The faerie smiled in admiration at such an amazing prank machine, and wearily remarked, “Y’know, I always wondered why this prank invention is so cheap for being so efficient and wonderful. Prank machines go up to 1000$ nowadays.” She leaned against it, and felt an edge. She peeled it off. It was the ACME sticker, imperfectly stuck on the small creator’s names. “Wallace and Gromit Inventors Co.” the faerie read out. “Psh. Those ACME guys steal everything,” she said dryly.
The faerie floated over to the doorstep. It was beautiful. Not just because of the elegant door, but because of the wonderful structuring… the perfect, perfect place to lay a prank. Carefully she layed down the trip wires, and the giant bowl of porridge. Then… she hid herself and waited.
The hapless victim came, just after the faerie had hid herself. She touched the doorknob, opened the door…. Just as a giant mass of porridge dumped itself on her, making her transform in to the greatest porridge monster of all time. At the same time, the porridge from the machine smacked her in the face. She opened her eyes. She closed her eyes. She screamed… “FOXFIRE!!!!”
Foxfire could not help giggling, and then laughing. Convinced Foxfire was in her house, the pixie went grumpily in, only to face the porridge machine, firing porridge everywhere. Covered in porridge, the pixie gave up going to her house. “FOXFIRE I’M GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN I FIND YOU!!!” The faerie sheepishly grinned. “Time to go,” she whispered to herself, and flew out. Unfortunately, the pixie caught a glimpse of her. “FOXFIRE!!!” The pixie tore off, rage in her eyes, as the faerie zoomed away, laughing.

They zoomed around cloudhouse and storm cloud, birds and confused passengers on airplanes, helicopters, cop-ters, and the occasional flying pig, the faerie slapping it on the bottom with a foot, the pixie doing the same. (A faerie tradition.) Round and round and round it went as the chase became faster, both parties becoming dizzier

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Foxfire smiled, and led the pixie to her house.

Inside, both immeadiately stripped off their soaked clothing and took showers. Dried and warm, they relaxed in the cloud house on the warm armchairs. The pixie volunteered to cook, and cook she did, as the faerie sipped her warm steaming mug of yummy hot chocolate. A mischievous grin broke out on her face as she listened to the sounds of the pixie cooking. She just couldn’t pass this little opportunity up. It was just a little prank, nothing too bad…
1… 2… 3…

“GAHHHHH!!!! WHAT IS THIS?!! FOXFIRE!!” Foxfire could only laugh and laugh as she saw the pixie try to shake off the enchanted bear that would not stop hugging her. (A bear that had much afflicted Foxfire in the past.) “I’m passing it onto you!” Foxfire called, grinning. “You’re its new owner.”

“I’ll get you for this!” retorted the pixie. “It certainly is huggable though…” The pixie smiled.

She returned with their meal, and they ate and drank hot chocolate in the comfy warm armchairs as the rain poured outside… and the day turned to night and they were in peaceful, comfortable, happiness. …At least for now, until Foxfire thought up another prank.

The end.
 

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Kaiser Quesadilla Report | 01/09/2018 10:14 pm
Looks like your Portland guild and probably you and everyone in it left years ago.
Foxxy McGee Report | 09/28/2013 8:25 am
hey love the avatar sister ^-^
Simply Tezi Report | 11/24/2011 6:15 am
Happy Thanksgiving, Foxy! How are you doing?
Simply Tezi Report | 09/13/2011 11:37 am
Happy 17th birthday, Foxy! xd
is it she Report | 05/30/2011 10:46 pm
Yea. I sat downstairs and talked about a varying amount of things with my brother. * U*
THAT somehow helped me calm down loads. I stopped shaking and everything! [for now, ahaha]
is it she Report | 05/30/2011 10:34 pm
I wanted to say thank you for trying to tip me! I'm glad you liked my art, but I really can't accept tips~ ; u;
I wanted to draw for inspiration, and accepting gold even afterwards kinda downs me. 8D

So thanks for the thought, but I had to decline. <3
Shoobertz Report | 05/02/2011 2:31 pm

Hi thur!! ~waves you down~ o wo..So..We should chill sometime..your just sitting on my friends list..i can't have that madness!!! D;
mysticthecatninja Report | 01/29/2011 2:35 pm
http://mysticthecatninja.deviantart.com/art/Gaia-commish-2-Valentine-195393305
vampangel-3000 Report | 11/21/2010 7:10 pm
http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/chatterbox/roleplaying/t.67149247_1/
smile
vampangel-3000 Report | 10/08/2010 8:08 pm
thnx ^.~