Written by Czar Fruitcake
DISCLAIMER: I own no one but Coincidence
2ND DISCLAIMER: I am a fruitcake
SUMMARY: Another mysterious incident from Buffy’s past
Eight year old Buffy Summers was playing hopscotch during recess when she heard a familiar voice whispering to her. She looked around.
“Not here,” she replied softly, hoping the leprechaun would hear her.
“B-uuuufffffyyyy,” he replied in an eerily sing songy voice.
“No,” Buffy said. “Whatever you want me to do, no. Last time, the neighbors moved away and called me a devil child.”
“B-uuuuuuuuuufffffffyyyyyyyyy!”
“No!” Buffy replied. The other little girls playing hopscotch looked at her curiously. Buffy was so much fun and very cool, but she was acting kind of strange. Buffy didn’t have to ask to know that no one else could see or hear the leprechaun. It was just one of those things that went without asking.
“Buffy, I want you to take that chalk and write something for me,” Coincidence said.
“No,” Buffy said, and then she finally acquiesced at his mesmerizingly green tone. “What do you want me to write?”
Coincidence whispered the phrase in her ear, and she shrugged, doing his will like the little leprechaun minion that she was.
“DRUNK SQUIRRELS DRIVING MADLY OFF A CLIFF.” She wrote in all capital letters.
“Hehehehehehehe… muahahahahahaha,” Coincidence said. “Drunk squirrels driving madly off a cliff indeed.”
The fifth stage of the preparation was complete. Buffy belonged to the leprechauns now.
TBC… eventually goes through season two… all will be explained in time. Patience, my fellow fruitcakes, patience. Muahahahahaha