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Plastacine

TITLE: Plastacine
AUTHOR: Rich (Starbug42@aol.com)
RATING: PG
FEEDBACK: Sure. Why not?
DISTRIBUTION: My site (which will be up and running soon.) And The OzMIArchives. (A name I made up for Karen's Ozmia site.
SUMMARY: Warren's third appearance.
DISCLAIMER: Joss took a vacation. I get the big comfy chair.

For Sam. Cause I felt like it. "Plastacine" 1/1

"So. I hear you build robots."

"No!" screamed Warren. "No, no, no, no. I don't do that anymore. I quit that business a while ago, brother." At his friend’s sorrowful look, he continued. "Look, I built myself a girlfriend. She flipped out and started chuckin' people through windows, before she broke down. I built a robot of this other chick and she broke too. I mean, I'm not very good at this."

"It's okay. This time, I want this one to break. Not too easily or anything. But, oh yeah, she's *so* gonna break."

Warren broke down in tears.

"Okay," he sobbed. "I'll do it if you leave me alone."

"You've got it. Now, here's all the stuff you need." He handed the box over to Warren, full of character profiles, transcripts and pictures of a certain young, blonde girl. This was going to be so much fun.

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Tara ran through the woods. How the hell did she get here? She remembered having a huge fight with Willow, then she went to go get herself a mocha. Next thing she knew, she was running through the forest with something chasing after her and she had no idea why.

Demons suck.

She could remember a time when there weren't any demons or vampires or monsters. None that she knew about, anyway. It's like that old saying, "Ignorance is bliss." Tara enjoyed being ignorant. Very much.

As the trees whizzed by, Tara thought of Willow. She wouldn't be able to see her again if she got killed out here tonight. The thought made Tara run faster. But no matter how fast she ran, the thing that was chasing her was faster. Tackling her to the ground, Tara had one chance to see her pursuer. It was a werewolf. That only meant...

"Oh, God."

The wolf loved the fear in her face. The terror in her eyes was intoxicating. The wolf tore into her and loved every second of it. Wires and sparks flew everywhere. After the plastic massacre, the wolf began to change shape. The fur disappeared to be replaced by flesh. Bones cracked back into position and a naked Oz was left. Picking up a broken, chewed up switchboard, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Robots kick ass."

THE END
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Sorry, I just thought Oz kicking the crap out of a robot Tara was funny.

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