Clickety-clack clack
A figure creeping up to the man in the night, the noise reverberating ever so louder.
Clickety-clack clack
Destination almost reached, only a few more long inches until then.
Clickety-clack clack
The nosie quickens in frequency, drastically increasing its degree of ominous, an effect similar to the well-known Jaws theme.
Clickety-clack clack
It's now or never, she thinks, there's no other opportunity such as the one presented, nor an opportunity to abort the mission.
Clickety-clickety-clickety-clickety-clackclackclackclack
"SACRE BLEU WHAT ZE FUK"
Damn.
The dancer abruptly spins around to catch the girl red-handed, the pick-pocketer who did very poor at her job. She makes a quick run for it, but was too slow, for the victim had gripped her shoulder tight, demanding the thief to turn around. Seeing as she had no other choice, she hesitantly obeyed, still avoiding direct eye contact. Not like the dancer was much of a sight anyway, with his twisted face, too-large hooked nose and disproportionate eyes. Said man gasped, shocked at the identity of the person, almost weakening his grip.
"S-Sister Nancy! B-But, you are a child of ze God... what are you doing?"
Nancy lets out a small "tch" and turns to the side, deeming the man unworthy of her signature demonic glares. In a deep, raspy voice, she retorts, "I think just looking at you and your presentation turns me away from the lord-"
Which prompted a second shocked inhalation from the poor guy, who dramatically turns away and mumbles "nobody understands me or my passion... mon putain dieu..."
With this dramatic monologue, his grip on the nun weakened, allowing her to slip away and attempt to escape, but the man did not scream nor cry, but rather smirked and let out a burst of an evil laugh just as ugly as his face.
"HA! You thought I wouldn't have predicted zis would happen? Well zat's where you are wRONG, nANCY! Your next line is, 'how could you have known I sneaked in'!"
"How could you have- agh!" the girl stops mid sentence, knowing continuing is useless.
With a second hearty 'haha', the man continues, "I figured you would have done zomething to get your revenge, so I've already locked all of ze doors! And ze key, you shall never find, for it is literally inside of me! Haha! Who is ze fool now, Nancy?!"
Sighing, the salty nun sits in the corner and flips off the guy, who can only smile, showing off a nasty row of crooked ass teeth that you can't even call white or yellow. "Show me that ugly ass smile again and this cross here is gonna be shoved wherever you put that key, and it's not gonna be pleasant."
Slightly concerned, the dancer turns around and continues to tap-dance, letting out more tiny laughs in sync with his moves every few seconds.
Empty words. Empty click-clacks. Empty lives.
idk
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The prompt: "A demonic and corrupt nun who is vainly picking a pocket of an ugly and clever tap-dancer in France."
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Author's note:
Well, I'm back, I guess, with a couple of short stories saved on my computer that I never put on Wattpad.
they're stupider than ever and not all of them are anime related, so i modified the title of this book, if you could call it that.
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A Collection of Short Stories (ft. a lot of osomatsu-san)
RandomSince I write short stories, I figured why not accumulate future ones into one collection? As the title suggests, these are small little stories, typically related to anime, that either I come up with or my friends challenge me to do. Many of these...
