Misc. three-sentence things
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shinonSometimes I wonder what is the weirdest combination of fandoms I can possibly get into this account. Anyway, here's all the three-sentence fanfics I've done for people since November, unless there are others somewhere that I forgot about.
Undertale
Papyrus had gone all out on the dinner party invitations - there were dozens of them, all hand-written, all proclaiming A DINNER PARTY, WITH ALL THE DINNER PARTY THINGS, LIKE SPAGHETTI (BY PAPYRUS) AND WITTY DINNER-PARTY REPARTEE (BY PAPYRUS), AND EVERYONE IN TOWN IS INVITED (BY PAPYRUS) TO EAT DINNER WITH THAT FAMOUS AND POPULAR COOL DUDE (PAPYRUS) (NYEH HEH HEH). Great effort, really. Sans flipped through the stack and wondered idly when his brother was going to realize no one else in Snowdin had a mailbox.
Johannes Cabal
Cabal was impressed despite himself. “I didn’t expect that to work,” he conceded, gazing up at what he might have called an enormous human skeleton save that humans were not, in the main, ninety feet tall.
Then again, from the perspective of the person who’d animated it - now less a person than a thin pinkish paste adhering to its fourth and fifth metacarpals - perhaps it hadn’t worked at all.
FE8
Princess L'Arachel had invited herself along to this card game and unilaterally declared herself Rennac's partner, and at first, he had been annoyed. He had gotten more annoyed when play began and she would not stop talking. Then he realized: her chatter was throwing their opponents off, too, and they didn't have his experience in tuning her out.
FE9/10 (AU of some kind)
Rolf was feeling very mature and grown-up until the moment Uncle Shinon strode over, ripped the pack of cigarettes out of his hand, and snarled, “Who the hell gave you those? If your brothers think I’m a bad influence on you, they’re gonna skin me alive, is that what you want?” Then he read the packaging, raised his eyebrows, shook out a cig and lit up, muttering, “Nice work, though, however you got 'em.”
FE13
The water here in the estuary was too salty for human consumption; Miriel had drawn up plans for a distillation apparatus so that the army could replenish its supply before marching on.
“Alternatively,” said Laurent, “we could get fresh water a short distance upriver, where the salt won’t have reached.”
Mother and son were later seen building a contraption of glass tubes anyway, for curiosity’s sake.
Undertale
Papyrus had gone all out on the dinner party invitations - there were dozens of them, all hand-written, all proclaiming A DINNER PARTY, WITH ALL THE DINNER PARTY THINGS, LIKE SPAGHETTI (BY PAPYRUS) AND WITTY DINNER-PARTY REPARTEE (BY PAPYRUS), AND EVERYONE IN TOWN IS INVITED (BY PAPYRUS) TO EAT DINNER WITH THAT FAMOUS AND POPULAR COOL DUDE (PAPYRUS) (NYEH HEH HEH). Great effort, really. Sans flipped through the stack and wondered idly when his brother was going to realize no one else in Snowdin had a mailbox.
Johannes Cabal
Cabal was impressed despite himself. “I didn’t expect that to work,” he conceded, gazing up at what he might have called an enormous human skeleton save that humans were not, in the main, ninety feet tall.
Then again, from the perspective of the person who’d animated it - now less a person than a thin pinkish paste adhering to its fourth and fifth metacarpals - perhaps it hadn’t worked at all.
FE8
Princess L'Arachel had invited herself along to this card game and unilaterally declared herself Rennac's partner, and at first, he had been annoyed. He had gotten more annoyed when play began and she would not stop talking. Then he realized: her chatter was throwing their opponents off, too, and they didn't have his experience in tuning her out.
FE9/10 (AU of some kind)
Rolf was feeling very mature and grown-up until the moment Uncle Shinon strode over, ripped the pack of cigarettes out of his hand, and snarled, “Who the hell gave you those? If your brothers think I’m a bad influence on you, they’re gonna skin me alive, is that what you want?” Then he read the packaging, raised his eyebrows, shook out a cig and lit up, muttering, “Nice work, though, however you got 'em.”
FE13
The water here in the estuary was too salty for human consumption; Miriel had drawn up plans for a distillation apparatus so that the army could replenish its supply before marching on.
“Alternatively,” said Laurent, “we could get fresh water a short distance upriver, where the salt won’t have reached.”
Mother and son were later seen building a contraption of glass tubes anyway, for curiosity’s sake.
