Dad Jokes, and Classic Tropes

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The sun had already began to set, casting a wonderful glow behind the quiet, gray, two story house in the middle of the street. Zyla hits the button on her watch, and the garage door disappears. Already seated upon her motorglider, she zips out, and down the street, as the garage begins to re-materialise in the distance.

Within minutes, she's in the designated parking space for the town carnival. As a newcomer to the entire planet of Dyschorde, she needed to start making friends before she went crazy and bought 17 cats, for a start. She already felt at home amongst the vibrant skin and hair colors, something she had had to hide on Earth. Immediately something very familiar caught her eye: a Ferris Wheel.

She ran up to the gate just as the ride technician was shouting last call. There was one seat available, and the man sitting next to it looked very excited as the girl ran up, but the younger man sitting next to him looked like he was off in his own world, not even paying attention to what was happening around him. Zyla rushed to the seat, and immediately noticed the young man at the end. He had long, beautiful hair, dark blue like the night sea, and skin the color of a field of light purple roses under the full moonlight. She really wanted to talk to him, but this older man was between them, hair a brilliant white, with light grey skin, and she didn't want the cute guy to think she was weird. However, she knew she needed to be bold if she was going to make friends here, and there was something about this guy she couldn't explain, even just sitting next to him. Luckily, the man in the middle struck up a conversation with him instead, breaking the proverbial ice.

"Hey Nyx, great to see you on this rusty old thing, I thought you were afraid of stuff like this." Nyx laughed, covering a slight annoyance, and responded "lost a bet." Zyla awkwardly laughed, and made a noise of pity.

"Sorry to eavesdrop, that just sucks!" The man in the middle excitedly turned to her and introduced himself. "Name's Thyme, and who are you, pretty lady?" "Zyla, just moved here..." she looked past Thyme to Nyx, and addressed him "he said Nyx, right? I'm Zyla" her heart thumping in her chest but smiling nonetheless. He nodded, and smiled back, before looking down.

All of a sudden the ride stopped, with them very near the top of the ride. Zyla looked at her watch, it was still early, only 7:14. An announcement told them not to worry, they were in no danger, but it would take a fair amount of time to get the ride going again.

Nyx started to say something, but as he did, Thyme interrupted him. When he was finished speaking, Zyla opened her mouth to ask Nyx what he had been about to say, when Thyme again starting loudly making comments about the situation. As the minutes carried on, the two people at either end had kept catching each other's eye, trying to talk with facial expressions, rolling their eyes behind his back as he rambled on about whatever. They wanted to be together, but Thyme was in the way.

As Zyla and Nyx sat in separate thought trying to figure out a way to get around this guy, they both eventually landed at the same conclusion, minutes apart. In order to be next to each other...they had to kill Thyme. The very next time they caught each other's eye, it was clear they were on the same page. The only way to do it was together, so they each grabbed an arm, looked into each others eyes, and threw him from the top of the ride without a second thought.

Now there was nothing in their way.