Robin Sprocket
During hours far, faaaaar too late for anyone sensible to be up and about, a little blob of mischief snuck through the hallway to find his suitable candidate. For the little joker was up to no good. Again.
“Yes, mister Groggy. You'll be purrfect.” A chipmunk voice, still sounding like someone's nails slowly crawled over a chalkboard, whispered. He was left out of the pranking-spree so far, and Robin thought he could use some loving. Y'know, initiate him to the concept of what it means to wake up, growl loudly once you found you've been pranked, and then find a Robin to yell at.
With utmost care and silence, the jester rummaged through the pile of junk he'd brought with him, stifling a laugh when his hands took hold of a pair of rusty cuffs.
Perhaps it was a bit daft to challenge the man three times bigger than you, but, you only live once, right? Robin thought so.
With his plan in mind, Robin began to attach his tool to the handle, closing one cuff as far as it could go without breaking off. “Hmm...” He glanced about, pausing for a moment until his eyes fell on a metal ring protruding from the wall just close enough to reach, and far enough to tighten the small chain that connected to two cuffs.
Click!
With the second cuff in place, Robin admired his quick work of art.
“Sweet dreams, man. Sweet dreams.” Robin whispered as he scribbled down a few words on a small piece of paper he slid through the gap under the door. 'Don't be such a shut-in.' It read, accompanied by a horribly doodled smiley.
And with his mischief complete, Robin tip-toed back to his own room for a well-deserved rest.
“Yes, mister Groggy. You'll be purrfect.” A chipmunk voice, still sounding like someone's nails slowly crawled over a chalkboard, whispered. He was left out of the pranking-spree so far, and Robin thought he could use some loving. Y'know, initiate him to the concept of what it means to wake up, growl loudly once you found you've been pranked, and then find a Robin to yell at.
With utmost care and silence, the jester rummaged through the pile of junk he'd brought with him, stifling a laugh when his hands took hold of a pair of rusty cuffs.
Perhaps it was a bit daft to challenge the man three times bigger than you, but, you only live once, right? Robin thought so.
With his plan in mind, Robin began to attach his tool to the handle, closing one cuff as far as it could go without breaking off. “Hmm...” He glanced about, pausing for a moment until his eyes fell on a metal ring protruding from the wall just close enough to reach, and far enough to tighten the small chain that connected to two cuffs.
Click!
With the second cuff in place, Robin admired his quick work of art.
“Sweet dreams, man. Sweet dreams.” Robin whispered as he scribbled down a few words on a small piece of paper he slid through the gap under the door. 'Don't be such a shut-in.' It read, accompanied by a horribly doodled smiley.
And with his mischief complete, Robin tip-toed back to his own room for a well-deserved rest.
Stop that...!
…
I'm serious, stop it!
Again, a pale, slender hand began to lazily flail above the Navigator's head, swatting away at the nuisance that ruffled his 'do.
“No Ducky! I don't wanna pull your farting finger...!” Robin groaned as he kept on rolling further and further away from the circus clown.
Prod. Prod prod. Prodprodprodprodprodprodprodprodprodprodprodprodprod!
“I SAID STOP BUG-”
CRASH!
As per usual wakeup, Robin fell head-first onto the boarded flooring. “Ow ow ow ow! Ooooouch...” He winced as two hands profusely rubbed his newly acquired bump.
“Arf!”
“Spaaarks...” Robin raised a single eyebrow, the corners of his mouth managing to crawl up into a smile you'd give a friend who just made a horrible joke. Of course it had to be his fluffy little companion, who stood that panting and wiggling her tail at the sound of her ridiculous name being uttered by the navigator. “C'mere, you~” The dog was abruptly lifted off her footing and pulled in for a warm snugglefest.
“Let's see if the others are awake!” From the muffled rumbles, Robin guessed that they were. At least some of them.
“es-pe-cial-ly Groggy” There was that grin again. That grin that said 'I totally did something last night.'. Had to keep up appearances and all that. Wouldn't want the crew to get withdrawal symptoms from his pranks, right?
He rubbed his hands together. Smiling menacingly as he ran for the hills. Or in this case, the top deck...
…
I'm serious, stop it!
Again, a pale, slender hand began to lazily flail above the Navigator's head, swatting away at the nuisance that ruffled his 'do.
“No Ducky! I don't wanna pull your farting finger...!” Robin groaned as he kept on rolling further and further away from the circus clown.
Prod. Prod prod. Prodprodprodprodprodprodprodprodprodprodprodprodprod!
“I SAID STOP BUG-”
CRASH!
As per usual wakeup, Robin fell head-first onto the boarded flooring. “Ow ow ow ow! Ooooouch...” He winced as two hands profusely rubbed his newly acquired bump.
“Arf!”
“Spaaarks...” Robin raised a single eyebrow, the corners of his mouth managing to crawl up into a smile you'd give a friend who just made a horrible joke. Of course it had to be his fluffy little companion, who stood that panting and wiggling her tail at the sound of her ridiculous name being uttered by the navigator. “C'mere, you~” The dog was abruptly lifted off her footing and pulled in for a warm snugglefest.
“Let's see if the others are awake!” From the muffled rumbles, Robin guessed that they were. At least some of them.
“es-pe-cial-ly Groggy” There was that grin again. That grin that said 'I totally did something last night.'. Had to keep up appearances and all that. Wouldn't want the crew to get withdrawal symptoms from his pranks, right?
He rubbed his hands together. Smiling menacingly as he ran for the hills. Or in this case, the top deck...