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"Agglomeration"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: R Warnings: Humor Pairings: None Summary: Don't judge a book by its cover. " The 'Innocent' One?" The room was dark, only the flickering light from the television illuminated the occupants sitting on the sofa, staring intently at the screen that was playing some low quality slasher movie. The living room was filled with the sounds of blood-curdling screams and the generic staccato of horror flick music. Duo turned to his blond friend sitting beside him, eating popcorn, and watching the film with rapt attention. “This doesn’t scare you, Q?” Quatre turned to him, quirking an eyebrow. “No, why would it?” Duo shrugged and stuck a piece of popcorn into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. He glanced at the TV when there was another scream and he watched some scantily clad teenage girl trip and fall in the midst of running away from the serial killer. “I don’t know. I don’t know why I thought it would.” It was strange now, come to think of it. He hadn’t known why he thought that. Quatre continued to stare at the screen, tossing another piece of popcorn into his mouth. “You know what’s really frightening?” Duo looked over at him. “What?” “Fandom.” “Fan what?” Quatre’s head turned, slowly, blinking at him with wide eyes. “You’ve never heard of…fandom?” Duo’s heart pumped against his rib cage, his eyes bugging out of his head. “No. What is it?” Quatre shifted on the couch until his body was facing Duo’s. He set the popcorn bowl on the coffee table and leaned forward. “Fandom is the most terrifying place known to man,” he said in a low, menacing voice. Duo was afraid to know, but still morbid enough to ask. “What is it?” He whispered. “Are you sure you want to know?” Duo nodded slowly, his eyes unblinking. “Are you really sure?” He was almost ready to jump out of his skin. “What?! What is it?” Quatre produced a flashlight out of nowhere, held it beneath his chin, and clicked it on. It cast eerie shadows across his face and Duo held his breath in suspense. “It’s a place where girls make up things about us.” Duo’s voice squeaked as he said, “What kinds of things?” “Did you know that you have been the bitch of just about everyone we know?” He shook his head slowly, unable to comprehend. “I have?” Quatre nodded and Duo gulped as the movement shifted the shadows across his face. “You’ve been a stripper, a whore, and a slave. You’ve been dressed in slinky little body suits, booty shorts, and donned in lingerie. They’ve made you pregnant and had you die in childbirth. You’ve been beaten, tortured, raped, murdered, and have committed suicide countless times…” Duo swallowed around a dry throat. “No…” Quatre nodded again. “Oh, yes. Just about every horrifying, disgusting, and deplorable thing you can think of, and even some things you probably can’t, have happened to you.” Duo’s mouth hung open, his body frozen with shock. “Why?” He croaked. Quatre shrugged. “Who knows? It’s just what they do. It’s a mystery.” He leaned even closer. “You know what else?” Duo minutely shook his head, speechless. What could be worse than this? He let out an ear-shattering shriek as Quatre screamed at the top of his lungs. Shaken, he watched as the blond threw his head back and cackled, then swiped the popcorn bowl and turned back to the movie. Duo glared at his friend as Quatre chuckled and munched on his popcorn. “You’re a sadistic fuck.”
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