Training Mode
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*dusting off creative journal* That poor thing. T-T
Anyway, drabble time! Unfortunately, I be sick. No, not that way, the other way: as in, "I can't breathe so therefore, it's impossible for me to sleep thanks to a drippy nose, and my voice sounds deep, cracky, bitter and horrible. I'd kill things, but I can't." But! Puri has finished her homework, therefore, she can write drabbles. And this one is for
chicobo329: I hope I have not failed thee. T-T Especially if it involves barrel rolls. (OMG, Puri wrote "Star Fox" fic! Perhaps a tad bit late, though...) And look at the title! OMG, I'm original! *cough*
Title: Training Mode
Author: Jigglypuff in Blue Ribbons
Fandom: Star Fox
Genre: General
Rating: G.
Warnings: Drabble.
Finished: Yes
Line: "Do a barrel roll!"
“Fox! Move this way!”
To the left.
“No, Fox! That way!”
To the right.
“Fox, look behind you!”
The back of the Arwing took a rather nasty hit.
Fox took a deep breath and grimaced—so far, it hadn’t been his day today. And well…
“Do a barrel roll!”
The Arwing spun in a frenzy, lost in a storm of bulleted lasers. Explosions. Debris. The dark haze faded and the ship shuddered midair, triumphant and alive.
~
“So, Fox! Not bad practice today, eh?”
“Not bad.”
“And no, I’m not going easy on my shots.”
“I know, Peppy. I know.”
Anyway, drabble time! Unfortunately, I be sick. No, not that way, the other way: as in, "I can't breathe so therefore, it's impossible for me to sleep thanks to a drippy nose, and my voice sounds deep, cracky, bitter and horrible. I'd kill things, but I can't." But! Puri has finished her homework, therefore, she can write drabbles. And this one is for
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Title: Training Mode
Author: Jigglypuff in Blue Ribbons
Fandom: Star Fox
Genre: General
Rating: G.
Warnings: Drabble.
Finished: Yes
Line: "Do a barrel roll!"
“Fox! Move this way!”
To the left.
“No, Fox! That way!”
To the right.
“Fox, look behind you!”
The back of the Arwing took a rather nasty hit.
Fox took a deep breath and grimaced—so far, it hadn’t been his day today. And well…
“Do a barrel roll!”
The Arwing spun in a frenzy, lost in a storm of bulleted lasers. Explosions. Debris. The dark haze faded and the ship shuddered midair, triumphant and alive.
~
“So, Fox! Not bad practice today, eh?”
“Not bad.”
“And no, I’m not going easy on my shots.”
“I know, Peppy. I know.”