Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17) wrote,
Sentimental yet sardonic
booster17

Drabbles - batch three

Again, tight on time, so just the one. As before, the original icons can be found in the request thread here.

What the Smurf? For absolut_jmo. :D



Hefty Smurf yawned, and climbed out of bed. Strolling outside, he surveyed the Smurf village just waking up, and sighed happily. Soon, all his fellow Smurfs would be roaming the streets, and all would be well in the world.

There was a loud crash, and a bright flash of light. In front of him had suddenly appeared two strange people. They wore several clothes all over their body, and their hair was as long as Smurfette’s. Indeed, they had hair on their heads similar to Smurfette, only one was dark and the other’s was red.

But most strange of all, their skin was not blue, but more a pink colour

“Oh, for smurf’s sake, Willow,” demanded the dark haired one, “Where the smurfin’ smurf has your smurfing portal ended us up now?”

The red-headed one (Willow? Was that not a type of tree?) struggled to her feet, and looked with confusion at her companion. “Faith? What did you just say?”

“Are you going smurfing deaf, or something?” the other snarled, pulling herself up off the ground. She paused, obviously reviewing what she’d just said. “Smurf me!”

Willow’s gaze flicked around the Smurf village, and settled on Hefty Smurf. “Hello?” she called, “Um.. can you tell me where we are?”

Hefty Smurf swallowed, and regretted his early rising for the first time in his life. “This.. this is the village of the Smurfs.” His eyes passed over both of these odd things before him, and he added, hesistatingly, “I’m Hefty Smurf. You might want to speak to Brainy Smurf – or Smurfette!”

“Smurfs?” repeated Willow, confused.

“Smurfing smurfs,” sighed Faith. “Can we just get the smurf out of here, please?”

“Well, I could try another portal,” said Willow slowly, shaking her head and trying to take in the whole Smurf concept.

Faith sighed heavily. “I must be smurfing mad to even try – smurf it! I can’t even smurfin’ swear properly here!”

She shook Willow by the shoulder. “Just look at the smurfing place! It’s way too smurfin’ cute and peaceful and quaint! If we stay any longer I’ll get smurfing diabetes!”

“Okay, okay,” soothed Willow, removing Faith’s hand from her. “Lets try it again, shall we?”

She shot an apologetic glance towards Hefty Smurf. “Sorry to bother you, sir. Have a nice day!” She started reciting strange words and making even odder gestures with her hands. There was a bright flash of light, a last muttered “’Bout smurfing time!” and the strange visitors were gone. Hefty Smurf shook his head, trying to make sense of what had just happened. He gave up.

He was going back to bed, he decided. Today never happened.
Tags: faith, fic, willow
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