Fanfic - Pants
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mindcrackloveBecause Dire is a butt.
Darkness had settled over the playmindcrack server, the faint flicker of torches and glowstone lamps illuminating the major hubs. Very few people were awake, and those that were awake had taken to the various games, leaving the town square empty and desolate.
Save for a single figure. Dire was lurking around the square, trying to figure out how to get into Mhykol's house. Mhykol's gift of bright purple pants had worn apart, and he had left before Dire could plead for a new pair. Which left only one thing to do when he wanted a new pair of pants.
That of course was to steal a new pair from Mhykol's house.
All of the mindcracker's houses had been safely locked up by Rob, the first floor windows and doors bound tightly with protective seals. It would do no good if a nefarious Jimmy got into one of the houses and made a nuisance of themselves.
But Dire wasn't a Jimmy, now was he? He was Mhykol's friend, which meant he totally should be allowed to take some of Mhykol's clothing without Mhykol knowing. At least, that's why Dire kept telling himself.
He had managed to steal some of the bouncy goo from Mhykol's castle, the sticky substance oozing out of his pockets slightly. Smearing it on the souls of his shoes, he knew had only one good jump in the goo before the magic inside decayed. Readying himself, he launched himself onto the second story balcony, scrambling at the railing before pulling himself over. The exhausted goo dried onto the souls of his shoes, magic spent. Shrugging, Dire pulled out a small key.
He had managed to make a copy of Mhykol's house key when Mhykol had asked him get something from the house a few weeks ago. The key wouldn't work on the magically closed doors, but it should work on the normal upstairs doors. Holding his breath, Dire shoved the key into the keyhole, turning it quickly. The door creaked slightly before popping open as Dire grinned.
Dire slinked inside the house, closing the door behind him quietly. His shoes squeaked slightly from the dried slime, making him wince at each step. Mhykol shouldn't be home, he should still be out on official business, but he still wanted to be as quiet as possible. Having an alarm go off would alert the whole server, and he really didn't want Mhykol and possibly Rob smacking him with foam swords for eternity.
Dire cleared his mind of thoughts of foam swords as he reached towards the dresser drawers, opening them up slowly, rummaging through them. He reached deep into the drawers, pulling out a stack of boring black pants. Frowning, he reached deeper until he felt something almost soft and silken. Blinking, he pulled the piece of clothing from the drawer.
“Oh my...” Dire said quietly as he stared at the bright pink silk pants.
“You really shouldn't be going through my clothing,” Mhykol said, voice slightly dark. Dire swallowed before turning to Mhykol with a grin. Apparently he had guessed how long the meeting would be going wrong.
“I saw nothing? I'll just be going now,” he said with a laugh, trying to walk around Mhykol. Mhykol sighed, placing a hand on Dire's shoulder.
“You broke into my house, and were going through my things. Although, I think I have an appropriate punishment,” Mhykol said, grinning slightly.
Dire sighed, sitting in the middle of town square the next day. He didn't think Mhykol was going to make him wear the pink silk pants, but apparently he had been quite serious about the punishment. Dire wasn't quite sure if having to wear them in public was worse or better then being smacked with foam swords for eternity.
Darkness had settled over the playmindcrack server, the faint flicker of torches and glowstone lamps illuminating the major hubs. Very few people were awake, and those that were awake had taken to the various games, leaving the town square empty and desolate.
Save for a single figure. Dire was lurking around the square, trying to figure out how to get into Mhykol's house. Mhykol's gift of bright purple pants had worn apart, and he had left before Dire could plead for a new pair. Which left only one thing to do when he wanted a new pair of pants.
That of course was to steal a new pair from Mhykol's house.
All of the mindcracker's houses had been safely locked up by Rob, the first floor windows and doors bound tightly with protective seals. It would do no good if a nefarious Jimmy got into one of the houses and made a nuisance of themselves.
But Dire wasn't a Jimmy, now was he? He was Mhykol's friend, which meant he totally should be allowed to take some of Mhykol's clothing without Mhykol knowing. At least, that's why Dire kept telling himself.
He had managed to steal some of the bouncy goo from Mhykol's castle, the sticky substance oozing out of his pockets slightly. Smearing it on the souls of his shoes, he knew had only one good jump in the goo before the magic inside decayed. Readying himself, he launched himself onto the second story balcony, scrambling at the railing before pulling himself over. The exhausted goo dried onto the souls of his shoes, magic spent. Shrugging, Dire pulled out a small key.
He had managed to make a copy of Mhykol's house key when Mhykol had asked him get something from the house a few weeks ago. The key wouldn't work on the magically closed doors, but it should work on the normal upstairs doors. Holding his breath, Dire shoved the key into the keyhole, turning it quickly. The door creaked slightly before popping open as Dire grinned.
Dire slinked inside the house, closing the door behind him quietly. His shoes squeaked slightly from the dried slime, making him wince at each step. Mhykol shouldn't be home, he should still be out on official business, but he still wanted to be as quiet as possible. Having an alarm go off would alert the whole server, and he really didn't want Mhykol and possibly Rob smacking him with foam swords for eternity.
Dire cleared his mind of thoughts of foam swords as he reached towards the dresser drawers, opening them up slowly, rummaging through them. He reached deep into the drawers, pulling out a stack of boring black pants. Frowning, he reached deeper until he felt something almost soft and silken. Blinking, he pulled the piece of clothing from the drawer.
“Oh my...” Dire said quietly as he stared at the bright pink silk pants.
“You really shouldn't be going through my clothing,” Mhykol said, voice slightly dark. Dire swallowed before turning to Mhykol with a grin. Apparently he had guessed how long the meeting would be going wrong.
“I saw nothing? I'll just be going now,” he said with a laugh, trying to walk around Mhykol. Mhykol sighed, placing a hand on Dire's shoulder.
“You broke into my house, and were going through my things. Although, I think I have an appropriate punishment,” Mhykol said, grinning slightly.
Dire sighed, sitting in the middle of town square the next day. He didn't think Mhykol was going to make him wear the pink silk pants, but apparently he had been quite serious about the punishment. Dire wasn't quite sure if having to wear them in public was worse or better then being smacked with foam swords for eternity.
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Date: Sunday, March 9th, 2014 11:41 am (UTC)And, as expected, it was connected to the bouncy castle Xb I like the idea of the Mindcrackers having their own hoses over there, it seems fitting.
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Date: Sunday, March 9th, 2014 12:05 pm (UTC)Dire wanted a less kissy fanfic, because apparently I only write smut according to him >_<
He said this was still kissy because the ending insinuated things >_