July 15th, 2011
|04:30 pm - I wrote a fic! Finally thought to post it on my journal.|
WARNING: Don't read this if you value your childhood memories.
Christopher Robin continued down the path toward Pooh's home, cheerfully whistling a tune. I wonder what Pooh is doing, he thought. I'm sure it must be fun and exciting.
As Christopher approached the door of the house nestled beneath the massive tree, he heard odd sounds. Grunting, shuffling, and indistinct murmurs came from behind the old wooden door. Suddenly, a voice spoke quite clearly. "It's stuck," it said.
A much deeper voice replied, "Well, pull harder then. Put your back into it."
I bet Pooh got his hand stuck in the honey jar again, Christopher thought with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. I guess we'll be working to get Pooh free. Again.
Christopher reached forward and pulled open the door. "Hello, Pooh! What are you stuck in now," Christopher asked, only to trail off into silence as his brain finally finished processing what he was seeing.
A man on all fours was positioned in front of Pooh. His long blond hair mostly obscured his face, but one ear was clearly visible. He has pointed ears, came the distant thought. Must be an elf. But why is he here? And where are his pants?
Christopher's eyes drifted to a stunned looking Pooh. And just what is he stuck in, wondered Christopher. The boy shifted his gaze to Pooh's right arm and followed it down to where it seemed to be going into...
Christopher's eyes widened, and with a scream of shock and horror, his childhood came to an abrupt and brutal end.
Much later in life, when asked what turned him into a resentful and slightly bitter man he always answered the same way. "What has been seen can never be unseen."
I'm going to hell for this, aren't I?
Pure crack folks. Pure, childhood memories destroying crack.
It's amazing what things like this can do to a mind, isn't it?
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