Battlefield Terra Prequel
I started writing BT proper, and then Dirk and Dave’s Bro started being all “hey I’m talking to you” and I was like “okay sure I’ll do a drabble quicklike” and BAM six pages of prequel-fic.
3 000 words of Mr. Strider meeting his clonebabies for the first time. Also features Doc Lalonde.
Or: In Which The Characters Prove Exactly Why They Shouldn’t Have Kids Ever, But They Have Them Anyway And It’d Be A Pain To Return Them Now So Hey Why Not.
( 'They're not going to bite, you know,' Romy drawled without even turning to look at him, as she forced a sausage-like Harleybertian leg in a leg-hole. She was smirking, though, he could tell from her voice. 'Or projectile venom. Hell, even vomit wouldn't get that far.' )
3 000 words of Mr. Strider meeting his clonebabies for the first time. Also features Doc Lalonde.
Or: In Which The Characters Prove Exactly Why They Shouldn’t Have Kids Ever, But They Have Them Anyway And It’d Be A Pain To Return Them Now So Hey Why Not.
( 'They're not going to bite, you know,' Romy drawled without even turning to look at him, as she forced a sausage-like Harleybertian leg in a leg-hole. She was smirking, though, he could tell from her voice. 'Or projectile venom. Hell, even vomit wouldn't get that far.' )