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No Dummy, Prologue

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No Dummy



Prologue, Unlucky Day:



It was here somewhere, that much she knew and she wasn't leaving without it.

Sydney had been digging around in her purse for the better part of ten minutes looking for her favorite lip gloss. Of course, that ten minutes had seemed more like an eternity now that she thought about it and if she didn't hurry, she'd be late to her next class. But she didn't intend to go in until she had glossed her lips and trusted by her reflection that she looked absolutely perfect. After all, one always had to look their best, shallow as it seemed.

Rummaging through the tiny bejeweled jean purse, she barely heard the sound of footfalls echoing and the bathroom door shutting. Even if she had, it was of no consequence to her who else was using this one. Maybe the other girl could even help her find her missing lip gloss.
But even that was not to be as the lights in the bathroom flickered faintly around her, making it worse for Syd to see.

"Great, as if nothing else could go wrong." She sighed to the mirror. This just seemed to be her unlucky day. At least until her hand finally grasped it. The long awaited lip gloss.

"Looks like things are looking up!" She told herself before she applied it to her lips carefully. Smacking them together and then puckering as a test. With a last fluff of her hair, she decided that finally, she looked decent enough to go to class and turned to leave the bathroom as fast as she could.

She would have made it too, had it not been for the fact that she tripped over something as she turned. Throwing her hands out to stop herself, Sydney landed on her knees and gave a whine of pain as her knees met the floor. Stupid heels and stupid- well, whatever it was that had been discarded for her to trip over. She turned her head to glance back at the current bane of her existence.

Her eyes met a dummy, laying sprawled on the floor.

Not many students at Hollywood Arts used dummies. The only one she knew of was that Shapiro kid and his ugly sidekick, both of whom she avoided merely because it was creepy. A little doll like person who some one spoke for. Who would honestly want one of those things any way, let alone carry it around all day?

Still, she scooped the nasty thing up as she stood. "Get lost, Chucky." Syd quipped and tossed it back down. Pleased at her triumph over the ugly toy, again she went to make her getaway.

Only to be stalled when a hand took hold of her ankle, dragging her down.  
Alright, with IiAEN officially on hiatus until further notice (I know, I suck), I'm moving forward with something lighter and fluffier.

Why yes, being murdered by a dummy IS lighter and fluffier /sarcasm/

I say lighter and fluffier because yes, my dear watchers, I have finally gone over the deep end and this will be a Supernatural/Victorious crossover. This may be the first of it's kind (although I kinda doubt it, since anyone will crossover anything with anything), but since I'm obsessing over both (and my mom's wonderful fear induced insight of 'wow, dummies are creepy'), I decided to take a chance and give this one a go.



In the next chapter, we find out Syd's final fate (not like you haven't already guessed)
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