Written by Czar Fruitcake
AUTHOR’S NOTE: We will honor all of your requests eventually… if you guys really want us to smack ourselves, we’re even up for that. Keep the requests coming.
SUMMARY: Dawn gets hers.
Anya walked briskly down the street, a joyful hop in her step. Smacking Xander had put her in such a good mood.
When she approached the Summers’ house, she noticed Dawn sitting outside the house, with a mopey expression on her face.
“Hey,” Dawn said.
THWACK! Anya smacked Dawn upside the head just for existing, because, let’s face it, Dawn was one of those rare people who was annoying by her very nature, the kind of person who could be sitting perfectly still, doing and saying nothing, and still be extremely irritating in that I-never-grow-up-but-then-again-I’m-not-real-anyway kind of way.
“Owwww,” Dawn whined, expertly making it a nine syllable word.” Her eyes filled up with tears in the midst of yet another tears-slowly-over-flowing-eyes-turning-red teenage mood swing.
Anya interrupted Dawn’s chorus of whiny self-indulgence. “Excuse me, former klepto, but your petulant ear-piercing self indulgence is distracting me from my current task.”
THWACK! Dawn looked up at Anya with the familiar I’ve-been-betrayed-and-ignored-woe-is-me drama queen expression in her tear filled eyes. “That was for your assault on the capitalistic integrity that is the fabric of patriotism,” Anya clarified brightly.
THWACK!
“What was that for?!” Dawn cried.
“That, oh-whiny-young-one, was because it was fun.” THWACK! Anya walked away smiling, rubbing her numbing palm. She would have to return at a later date to finish the Dawn thwackage. For now, she was off to newer and better things.
OKAY… anyone is fair game, including Dawn, Xander, and Anya and any characters no longer on the show. Keep you thwack and anti-thwack requests a-comin’.