The Plushy Factory
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For Minerva. Because I can't write seriously.... ^^*
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Nagi sighed. He had just crossed--and uncrossed--his legs for the thirty-sixth time. He was getting a bit worried and nervous and all around a bit haywire.
"Dammit... Schu? Have you seen Farfarello?"
The redhead looked up. "Eh? No... He left an hour ago and didn't say where he was going. I'm starting to get worried. He's never gone this long."
Crawford, sipping his coffee, glanced up at both of them and put down his newspaper. "Both of you, stop worrying. He's probably just digging a hole in a church somewhere."
Schuldich and Nagi exchanged glances before looking back at their leader. Nagi coughed. "Um... Why, Crawford?"
"Because it hurts God, you see."
Both of them spoke simultaneously. "Oh."
"Well... Dammit," Nagi replied. "I'm taking a syringe with that sanity liquid and finding him! >.<"
Schuldich cast a sideways grin at Crawford. "You do that, Nagikins."
"Don't call me thaa~aaat! >.<"
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But meanwhile, Farf was *not* in a church, digging a hole... He'd been there already. He had decided to go to the nearby plushy factory and make voodoo dolls. He didn't notice that Nagi had found him and was following him.
"La la la. Gonna hurt God. Becaaa~aaause.. ...I can! La la la, gonna--"
The Irishman stopped dead in his tracks. He had to. He'd just walked up against some glass. o.O Farf's nose pressed up against the glass and his fingers left fingerprints. (cute!)
"Eeeeeevil dollllssss," he said before giddily digging out his Acme Glass Cutter (TM).
Just as he was almost finished with cutting out a shape of himself out of the glass, Nagi ran up behind him and stuck the syringe in the poor Irishman's bottom. Farf didn't seem to care, but as he was syringed, he fell through the glass shape and fell to his doom! ..on a pile of plushies.
"AaAaaaAahh! This hurts Goodddd!"
Foop.
Farfarello was knocked unconscious because he had accidentally hit his head on an Usagi plushy. Thick-headed plushies are painful. As he drifted to and fro from consciousness, the drug began to take its course, and the first thing he saw as he opened his eyes...
Was a really...
Really...
REALLY...
Cute Nagi plushy.
"..."
Farf reached out for the plushy, and suddenly cuddled it. It squeaked. Yes, they have Squeaky Plushies now. Farf opened his only eye wider, and suddenly, to the reader's dismay... His iris & pupil turned into a big heart.
"PLUUUSSHHYYYYY!"
Nagi, worried sick of what he could have done, peered down through the Farf hole in the window. What he saw was a ridiculously happy Farf running around, screeching, grabbing armfuls of plushies.
"...Crawford... Is going to *kill* me." Sweatdropping, Nagi used his power to lift Farf and his armful of plushies up to the hole in the window and pulled him through.
"We're going home," Nagi said flatly.
Farf's heart-eye turned starry. "You're the PLUSHY!"
"What are you--Waahhh!! FARFIE!"
Farf now cuddled Nagi along with his armful of plushies as they walked back to the SchwarzCave (TM).
/This is humiliating!/ Nagi whined. /At least it's comfy./
When they reached home, Nagi peered through the door window. All he saw was Schu's ass in the air and his words: "Aahh, dammit, Crawford!"
"... . . .."
Nagi shoved a tissue up his nose. Just in case. Farf seemed oblivious as he opened the door and wandered past Crawford & Schu on the floor who were playing Twister because that's everybody's favorite ecchi game. Nagi got a nosebleed anyway from the position they were in.
"Ah, ya found Farf, ne?" Schuldich said, looking up.
Crawford said, "Right foot yellow."
"Crap!"
Nagi coughed, still in Farf's plushy laiden arms. "Yes. And I think he's even crazier than before... You see he was at the plushy factory..."
"Juuust a little more, Schu."
"I'm TRYING you bastard!"
"...and I syringed him, but I pushed him through..."
"This isn't *working*!"
"Just eeeasy your arm over like that. Uh huh, riiight there."
"...landed on a plushy..."
"Ah, dammit!"
"...and now I'm here and YOU'RE NOT LISTENING TO ME!"
Both of them looked up. Crawford's glasses fell down the bridge of his nose.
"...*eyetwitch* As I was saying.. Can somebody GET ME out of this guy's arms!?"
Farf still had the sparkly eyes. ...Um. Eye.
Schuldich held back a snicker. "...Snnnkkk..."
"Don't laugh, Schu, you'll fall, no, nono--Waggghh!"
Schuldich couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed his heart out, collapsing onto Crawford's back and slapping the floor with his fist.
"Waahahahahaaha! What the hell did you give him!?"
"That pink stuff--agghhh!"
Farf was once again squeezing the daylights out of Nagi. "Plushy. Cute plushy. Biiig warm soft plushy. I think I'll go put you on my bed with the rest of the plushies..."
Nagi's eyes widened and he squeaked out, "Eep."
"Squeaky plushy!" Farfarello huggled his big warm soft Nagi plushy ^^;; further.
"Umm. Schu. Get off of me. I need to take care of these two."
"*purrrr* I don't want to get off of you."
Crawford momentarily blushed before shoving the German off of him and standing up. "He's not squeezing you THAT hard, Nagi."
Farf squealed. "I think I'll go upstairs with my plushy now..."
Nagi coughed heavily. "Help..me!"
Schuldich grabbed Crawford's arm. "Help *me*. Purrr."
"Not *now* Schu--huh?"
Nagi, using his powers, made a telekinetic hand that grabbed Crawford's other arm. "Nnnoooww!"
"Me!"
"Me!"
"Me!"
"Me!"
Crawford meanwhile could just feel the seems of his favorite suit jacket about to be ripped in three pieces...
"Okay, fine," Schuldich said sportily, before releasing Crawford. The American jumped forward at Nagi's sudden pull and fell on the Farf, Nagi, and... The plushies.
O_X
The American blushed like no other before jumping off of them and ran up the stairs with a nosebleed. Schuldich grinned evilly.
"Looks like you got yourself a problem, Nagikins." He then waltzed up the stairs, following Crawford's footsteps with an evil glint in his eye.
Farf squealed again. "I wonder if you can take the plushy's clothes off..."
"O.o Faaarrrrfffff--uuhhhhnnn!"
-to be continued? hopefully. O_o-