A/N:
I think that this story is one of the first that was written. In the beginning, we were just experimenting with different ideas. Some came out good, others survived only because they were stupid. I don't know what this story falls under, you decide that.
Fandom(s): Sesame Street, Skyrim
WARNIGS: MAJOR cursing, The Dragonborn talks in the dragon language, I have no idea about the Skyrim shit, crack-fic
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Sesame Street got fucked up that day. It all started when a portal ripped open in the middle of the street, spilling out a man named Miraak and the Dovahkiin. Elmo walked up to the strangers. "Hello! Elmo's name is Elmo!"
The Dovahkiin jumped, readying her war-axe. Elmo's eyes widened, and he screamed for his father. "Daddy! Elmo's scared! Help!" But then, he remembered that he was with his friend Abby, and Abby is in Magic Preschool. "Elmo is fucked." muttered Elmo.
"Ahrk hi laan?" The Dovahkiin growled, her voice guttural. Elmo felt confused. "Elmo only knows English. Should... should Elmo find his friend Rosita?" Elmo asked, praying to whatever furry God exists that the language the lady was speaking was Spanish.
"Til los nid kod Miraak, Fin sunvaar tinvaak folaas." The Dovahkiin stood, hefting her axe haughtily. 'Elmo thinks that there is a language barrier here." Elmo said. "A big one." Elmo walked down the street to Hooper's Store. He needed an adult.
The Dovahkiin follows at a distance, whispering quietly to Miraak. Elmo cannot hear them.
"This... thing does not know dovahzul," She whispered. "Perhaps it is a daedra? They don't have a spoken language, do they?" Elmo walks into Hooper's Store. Allan smiles at Elmo. "Elmo needs an adult!" Elmo exclaimed. Allan responded with a chuckle, "Sure kiddo, what'd ya need?" "There's a stranger following Elmo." Then, the Dovahkiin walked inside, her axe swung over her shoulder. Allan's eyes widen in surprise, "I need an adult and I'm 63..." He mutters.
THE END
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A/N:
This one was kind of hard to write, due to the fact that I know almost nothing about Skyrim. I was nervous that I would spell something wrong, or call something the wrong name. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you for reading .
People involved in writing this:
Shane
Endy
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