Post by Crosswise Guest on Jul 4, 2007 11:50:54 GMT -5
Hello. After reading some of the stories here I was prompted to write one of my own. It features my fan-char, Crosswise, but it's dedicated to that evil mastermind: Tic-Tac! It's my first 101 Dalmatians fic so I hope I didn't do too badly. Enjoy!
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It was a beautiful day on the Dearly Farm. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the 101 Dalmatians were engaged in their daily routines. For most this consisted of watching TV, yipping and running through the grass, and generally having fun.
For one Dalmatian puppy this meant sitting in the shade of a bale of hale and sulking. He was—on first glance—not that different than any of the other ninety-nine puppies. His paws and lower legs were black, so were the back of his ears, the area around his eyes, and his spots formed a rough looking crisscross on his back. His name was Crosswise.
The reason he was sulking was because…“Hey Crisscross!” Patch called as he walked past him. Crosswise’s left eye twitched as he shouted back.
“My name is Crosswise!” Not a minute later Tripod passed by.
“Crosseyes.” Tripod acknowledge as he headed past.
“It’s Crosswise! Arg! Why can no one remember my name?” Crosswise moaned as he buried his head beneath his paws. “I hate this place!” Like the majority of the 99 Dalmatian puppies, Crosswise had been kidnapped from his home by Cruella DeVil’s henchman and taken to be slaughtered for his coat. He was rescued, along with the rest, before that happened. But Crosswise resented the fact that in his old home he was the only puppy. All the attention was his alone. Here…
“I’m just one in the crowd.” Crosswise complained. “No one can even remember my name! It’s like they don’t even know I exist!”
“Look out below!” Someone called from above. Crosswise barely had the time to raise his head before he was promptly flattened by a falling ball of flab. “Oww.” Rolly shook his head. “Lucky, I told you that I couldn’t make the jump to the next bale of hay.”
“Well you almost made it.” Lucky said as he, Cadpig, and Spot walked over to Rolly. “You okay?”
“Yeah, my landing was really soft!” Rolly said.
“Gerroff!” Crosswise said his snout just poking out from beneath Rolly’s stomach.
"Oh sorry!” Rolly said as he rolled off. “I didn’t see you there uh…”
“Crispywise?” Cadpig suggested.
“Creweyes?” Spot thought.
“Crossbite?” Lucky guessed.
“IT’S CROSSWISE!” Crosswise bellowed as he got up. “I am going to make you all remember my name one of these days!” He swore as he stormed off. Lucky’s gang looked at each other and shrugged.
“…So wanna try again?” Lucky asked Rolly, not seemingly put off in the least.
Crosswise grumbled and muttered as he walked through the farm, growing angrier and angrier with each butchering of his name. He grew so upset that he didn’t pay attention to where he was going. He’d just reached the outskirts of the farm when he bumped into the resident family genius, Tic-Tac.
“Watch it, Crosswise I’m busy!” Tic-Tac snapped as he poured over several books and charts. Crosswise started to snap back.
“MY NAME IS…wait.” Crosswise blinked. “You—you know my name?”
“I’m a genius you peon.” Tac snipped. “You think I can’t remember the names of each and every one of you pathetic mutts, regardless of how much I may want to?” Crosswise was so stunned that the insult didn’t even register.
“You know my name.” Crosswise repeated in wonder. “Finally…someone remembered my name.”
“Yes, yes, now run along.” Tac waved distractedly.
“You know my name!” Crosswise shouted in glee as he glomped Tic-Tac from behind. “You know my name!”
“Get off me!” Tic-Tac shouted as he tried to shove Crosswise off. “I’m quite busy formulating a plan here! I—no!” Tac swore as he realized that Crosswise had knocked him onto the chart he’d been making, ruining it. “You imbecile!” Tac shouted as he threw Crosswise off him. “You’ve just ruined an entire morning’s work! Why couldn’t you just watch where you were going you pathetic, pusillanimous, pea-brained pup?!”
“I’m sorry.” Crosswise said hurtfully his ears lowering in chagrin as he sat down. “I was just so happy to find someone who knew I existed, especially after that jerk Lucky and his friends squashed me and then couldn’t even be bothered to remember my name!”
Tic-Tac was cut off mid-rant by Crosswise’s answer. “Is that so?” He mused softly as he studied Crosswise. “What do you think of Lucky?”
Crosswise frowned as he answered. “He’s an attention seeking glory-hound. You’d think he was the only puppy on the farm! Everything comes sooo easy for Mr. I’m-So-Lucky! He needs to be taken down a few pegs.”
“Just so.” Tic-Tac nodded slowly. “Come with me Crosswise—we have much to discuss…”
And so it begins...
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To Be Continued
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It was a beautiful day on the Dearly Farm. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the 101 Dalmatians were engaged in their daily routines. For most this consisted of watching TV, yipping and running through the grass, and generally having fun.
For one Dalmatian puppy this meant sitting in the shade of a bale of hale and sulking. He was—on first glance—not that different than any of the other ninety-nine puppies. His paws and lower legs were black, so were the back of his ears, the area around his eyes, and his spots formed a rough looking crisscross on his back. His name was Crosswise.
The reason he was sulking was because…“Hey Crisscross!” Patch called as he walked past him. Crosswise’s left eye twitched as he shouted back.
“My name is Crosswise!” Not a minute later Tripod passed by.
“Crosseyes.” Tripod acknowledge as he headed past.
“It’s Crosswise! Arg! Why can no one remember my name?” Crosswise moaned as he buried his head beneath his paws. “I hate this place!” Like the majority of the 99 Dalmatian puppies, Crosswise had been kidnapped from his home by Cruella DeVil’s henchman and taken to be slaughtered for his coat. He was rescued, along with the rest, before that happened. But Crosswise resented the fact that in his old home he was the only puppy. All the attention was his alone. Here…
“I’m just one in the crowd.” Crosswise complained. “No one can even remember my name! It’s like they don’t even know I exist!”
“Look out below!” Someone called from above. Crosswise barely had the time to raise his head before he was promptly flattened by a falling ball of flab. “Oww.” Rolly shook his head. “Lucky, I told you that I couldn’t make the jump to the next bale of hay.”
“Well you almost made it.” Lucky said as he, Cadpig, and Spot walked over to Rolly. “You okay?”
“Yeah, my landing was really soft!” Rolly said.
“Gerroff!” Crosswise said his snout just poking out from beneath Rolly’s stomach.
"Oh sorry!” Rolly said as he rolled off. “I didn’t see you there uh…”
“Crispywise?” Cadpig suggested.
“Creweyes?” Spot thought.
“Crossbite?” Lucky guessed.
“IT’S CROSSWISE!” Crosswise bellowed as he got up. “I am going to make you all remember my name one of these days!” He swore as he stormed off. Lucky’s gang looked at each other and shrugged.
“…So wanna try again?” Lucky asked Rolly, not seemingly put off in the least.
Crosswise grumbled and muttered as he walked through the farm, growing angrier and angrier with each butchering of his name. He grew so upset that he didn’t pay attention to where he was going. He’d just reached the outskirts of the farm when he bumped into the resident family genius, Tic-Tac.
“Watch it, Crosswise I’m busy!” Tic-Tac snapped as he poured over several books and charts. Crosswise started to snap back.
“MY NAME IS…wait.” Crosswise blinked. “You—you know my name?”
“I’m a genius you peon.” Tac snipped. “You think I can’t remember the names of each and every one of you pathetic mutts, regardless of how much I may want to?” Crosswise was so stunned that the insult didn’t even register.
“You know my name.” Crosswise repeated in wonder. “Finally…someone remembered my name.”
“Yes, yes, now run along.” Tac waved distractedly.
“You know my name!” Crosswise shouted in glee as he glomped Tic-Tac from behind. “You know my name!”
“Get off me!” Tic-Tac shouted as he tried to shove Crosswise off. “I’m quite busy formulating a plan here! I—no!” Tac swore as he realized that Crosswise had knocked him onto the chart he’d been making, ruining it. “You imbecile!” Tac shouted as he threw Crosswise off him. “You’ve just ruined an entire morning’s work! Why couldn’t you just watch where you were going you pathetic, pusillanimous, pea-brained pup?!”
“I’m sorry.” Crosswise said hurtfully his ears lowering in chagrin as he sat down. “I was just so happy to find someone who knew I existed, especially after that jerk Lucky and his friends squashed me and then couldn’t even be bothered to remember my name!”
Tic-Tac was cut off mid-rant by Crosswise’s answer. “Is that so?” He mused softly as he studied Crosswise. “What do you think of Lucky?”
Crosswise frowned as he answered. “He’s an attention seeking glory-hound. You’d think he was the only puppy on the farm! Everything comes sooo easy for Mr. I’m-So-Lucky! He needs to be taken down a few pegs.”
“Just so.” Tic-Tac nodded slowly. “Come with me Crosswise—we have much to discuss…”
And so it begins...
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To Be Continued