So... first thing I got I knew what it was was Quake and Chobits in the Future. o_O
then I got Rock Band and Batman in a Haunted House. o_O
But then... then I got something so awesomely ridiculous, I knew it was the right challenge for me!
I give you... "Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Dexter and The Powerpuff Girls. The story should use murder as a plot device!"
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The man woke up with the feel of plastic wrap on his naked flesh. He didn't know what the hell was going on. It was dark, except from a lamp above him. Looking around, he saw the pictures of women he knew... his victims.
As he started squirming, sweating in fear, Dexter smiled faintly, slowly standing up and moving toward him.
"You know what's going to happen now, don't you?", he asked in this soft, emotionless voice of his. He wasn't emotionless however. Not now. He could already feel the deep satisfaction of what he was about to do. Of what he should have been about to do, anyway.
At this moment, as the man begged for mercy, as Dexter was about to tell him he never granted mercy to any of "them", the door of this abandoned warehouse burst open with a mighty kick from a flying little girl dressed in green!
"Leave him alone, murderer!"
Dexter simply stared with his mouth opened. He was caught, he was finished... but what was going on? Not one, but three little girls, not even teenagers, just entered the room, dressed in red, blue and green, and they were -flying-.
"Uhm... wait, I think the murderer is the one who's all wrapped up!" said the red one.
"Is he naked? Ewww!", said the blue one.
"Focus, Bubbles!, said the green one, looking quite mad.
"Wait! No! He is the one who murdered those innocent women, I'm doing a public service here!", said Dexter, still trying to figure out what this was all about.
"Oh okay, then, carry on!"
"Yes, thanks for getting this one for us!"
"Bye byes!"
And just like that, the three flying girls left. Dexter remained standing there staring blankly at the door for at least 10 minutes before his victim finally managed to get his attention, begging for him to let him go. Dexter however, regained his focus and with it, his desire. He had an urge to sate, and a civic duty to perform. And so he did.
It sure was the weirdest day in his entire life, and he could only hope that this would stay a secret, but somehow he felt he could trust them. Because the Powerpuff Girls are just nice like that.
***
then I got Rock Band and Batman in a Haunted House. o_O
But then... then I got something so awesomely ridiculous, I knew it was the right challenge for me!
I give you... "Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Dexter and The Powerpuff Girls. The story should use murder as a plot device!"
***
The man woke up with the feel of plastic wrap on his naked flesh. He didn't know what the hell was going on. It was dark, except from a lamp above him. Looking around, he saw the pictures of women he knew... his victims.
As he started squirming, sweating in fear, Dexter smiled faintly, slowly standing up and moving toward him.
"You know what's going to happen now, don't you?", he asked in this soft, emotionless voice of his. He wasn't emotionless however. Not now. He could already feel the deep satisfaction of what he was about to do. Of what he should have been about to do, anyway.
At this moment, as the man begged for mercy, as Dexter was about to tell him he never granted mercy to any of "them", the door of this abandoned warehouse burst open with a mighty kick from a flying little girl dressed in green!
"Leave him alone, murderer!"
Dexter simply stared with his mouth opened. He was caught, he was finished... but what was going on? Not one, but three little girls, not even teenagers, just entered the room, dressed in red, blue and green, and they were -flying-.
"Uhm... wait, I think the murderer is the one who's all wrapped up!" said the red one.
"Is he naked? Ewww!", said the blue one.
"Focus, Bubbles!, said the green one, looking quite mad.
"Wait! No! He is the one who murdered those innocent women, I'm doing a public service here!", said Dexter, still trying to figure out what this was all about.
"Oh okay, then, carry on!"
"Yes, thanks for getting this one for us!"
"Bye byes!"
And just like that, the three flying girls left. Dexter remained standing there staring blankly at the door for at least 10 minutes before his victim finally managed to get his attention, begging for him to let him go. Dexter however, regained his focus and with it, his desire. He had an urge to sate, and a civic duty to perform. And so he did.
It sure was the weirdest day in his entire life, and he could only hope that this would stay a secret, but somehow he felt he could trust them. Because the Powerpuff Girls are just nice like that.
***
