Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2018 20:47:17 GMT -5
Tic-Tac is one of my biggest inspirations on this board, and I love his fanfics a lot. So I got this idea in my head this evening to write a little snippet about my sona Rose meeting him for the first time. =) I hope you like it Tac!
6/22/18
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“So...you think I’ll like this “Tac” guy, huh Dipstick?” Rose’s voice was skeptical.
“Uhhh, yeah! Tic-Tac is my best friend!” The doofy pup wagged his tail. “C’mon, I want you to meet him!” And he bounded ahead rather clumsily, his large paws flailing in the air. The smaller, delicate looking female dalmatian followed him, her expression somewhat troubled. From what she’d heard Lucky say, Tic-Tac was the devil incarnate, and evil impersonated.
“Bah!!” He’d spat, “Why are you asking about HIM for?! He’s EVIL, that’s what he is!! Pure and simple EVIL! I’ve had to save this farm from his claws more times than I can count!” And yet here she was, heading straight for the supposed “evil incarnate”’s lair. She wondered, not for the first time, if Lucky’s advice was more applicable than Dipstick’s. After all, the dopey dal wasn’t exactly known to be the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree… but he had said Tac was his best friend. So...could he really be all bad? If he was Dipstick’s friend?
Lucky would have undoubtedly said yes, without a second thought. Because...well, Dipstick had a tendency to run around with bullies. She knew that. And she didn’t exactly care for the likes of Wizzer and Mooch, they were too rough for her liking. But she did like Dipstick, for some reason. His dopey demeanor struck her as cute, and she’d quickly struck up a friendship with him. It had taken him no time at all to recommend her to meet Tac, and here she was, walking towards that dreaded shed. Hesitantly, uncertainly.
There was none of this uncertainty in Dipstick’s tread. He bounded happily ahead, never hesitating, never pausing, leaping in big clumsy jumps with his big stick tail stuck up in the air like a banner, and it made her smile. She couldn’t see it but his mouth was open in a happy pant and his tongue was lolling. And Dipstick’s lack of hesitation well...made her wonder. Perhaps it was this that kept her paws moving, right up to the shed’s door. She noted an eerie green glow out of the shed’s sole window and barely had time to register it before Dipstick had pushed the door open with his paws. Both front paws, not just one. Taking one heaving jump to throw his weight onto it. And Rose followed him.
“Uhhhh, hi Tac!” The words were spoken to a presence inside the shed before Rose’s eyes had time to adjust to its dim interior, and thus before she ever saw the owner of the voice.
“Dipstick, who have you brought with you?” It was a cold, commanding voice, but there was a soft undertone to it. The softness appealed to her immediately. “Uhhh, it’s my new friend! Rose, say hi to Tic-Tac! Tic-Tac, Rose!” And Dipstick stepped aside and gestured grandiosely to her; Rose’s tiny muzzle wrinked up in an uncomfortable smile, baring small harmless canines, and taking a few tiny, hesitating steps into the shed. She felt wood beneath her feet.
And Tic-Tac got a good look at Rose before she ever got a good look at him. He sized her up and down with cold indifference, regarding her as a scientist regards a mildly interesting specimen. So she had very few spots; three as far as he could tell, and every single one was a hot pink heart, the same shade as her ears and very large, innocent Bambi eyes. Bleh. She looked like a bleeding heart if he ever saw one, both inside and out, and he was immediately turned off. Such an individual could never understand or support his plans for this horrid place he was forced to call home. In fact, he swept his paw at her irreverently as if to simply wave her away, turning his attention back to a device in front of him that was very much like a computer.
“Dipstick, you should know very well that I have no interest in befriending the vermin that infest this farm.” Rose’s nose crinkled up with distaste at being referred to as vermin, and she frowned.
“Uhhh, but she’s not a vermin, she’s a dalmatian.” And Tac sighed and looked at them both again. “I have no interest in friends of any sort. Just take her away.” There, that should be clear enough. Again, he tried to turn his attention back to the computer, but Dipstick...surprisingly, kept talking.
“But, uhhh, Tac, she uh...well...she’s nice.” Perhaps a bit too nice for this ruffian, she thought.
“Nice? Nice? Is that the best excuse you can come up with, Dipstick? Nice? Half the pups on this farm are nice. Cadpig is “nice”, and I despise Cadpig with every fiber of my being.” Rose was starting to believe that perhaps Lucky was right. Tac didn't sound like a very nice guy at all, although he wasn’t half bad-looking, now that her eyes had adjusted to the dim, odd green light. He had black ears and an X and O patch covering each eye, eyes which were a brilliant blue. And they gleamed with intelligent light. An evil genius? Perhaps. Rose narrowed her eyes at him.
“Excuse me? Mr...Tac?” It was the first time he’d heard her speak, and her angelic, honey-laced voice was every bit as grating and annoying as her appearance. She SOUNDED like a bleeding heart, every bit as much as she looked it. He was even more turned off. “Why...would you hate Cadpig?” She settled on, finally. There were a lot of questions surfacing but she wasn’t sure which one to ask first.
“And...why are you friends with Dipstick? I mean .. I’ve heard a lot about you from the other pups, they-”
“HA! The other pups. And what do they tell you, dear Rose?” Tic-Tac turned to her, a smirk forming on his muzzle. Rose didn’t care for it. “That I’m the devil incarnate? Wolf in sheep’s clothing? Pure evil?”
“Well...yes.” Admittedly, she had only asked Lucky, but only because she admired the pup in question and trusted his viewpoint. “But Dipstick seems to like you, and I just wondered how that could be, since you seem so...” She trailed off. Would it be rude to continue? He looked at her and the smirk never faltered. “So...what? Dear Rose? Do continue.”
It wasn’t in her nature to do so, typically. Rose didn’t like to hurt people’s feelings. But Tac… he didn’t seem to care. Seemed rather amused, in fact, and it stiffened her resolve. “So … unlikable.” She expected any other pup on the farm would have been crestfallen. Their muzzles would drop open, faces drop to the floor. Hurt to hear such a thing. But Tac laughed.
“Oh Rose, I AM unlikable. I LIVE to be unlikable. And I think it wise that you leave, now.” For the third or fourth time that day, Dipstick surprised him by speaking up. Speaking AGAINST him, instead of blindly agreeing. “Uhhh but Tac, I like her. Can’t she stay?” Tac glared at him, annoyed.
“No Dipstick, she cannot stay. A child like her couldn’t hope to understand what I plan to achieve in this mudball.”
“A child?!” Rose broke in, annoyed. “I’ll have you know I’m older than you are, Mr. Tac!” Again, he laughed. “You’re smaller than Dipstick. Clearly a runt. If I had to guess you still have a lot of growing to do, and although you sound rather mature in terms of tone, your body and face suggest a puppy only a few weeks old, barely out of infancy. I’m going to guess that you ARE as young as you look and therefore are as stupid and naive as you sound, or you’re the most immature, bleeding heart midget adult dalmatian I’ve ever come across. I have no interest in the likes of you or getting to know you farther. Now for the last time...” He turned to her fully and now his eyes were ice under furrowed, angry brows and paired with bared teeth. “Get. Out. Of my. Shed.”
“Gladly.” Rose just wrinkled her nose like a disgusted child, turned tail and walked out, and he couldn’t help but notice with growing irritation how she even WALKED prim and proper. So dainty and sweet like a little lady. It made him sick.
Dipstick looked from Rose’s retreating form to Tac, then back to Rose, then Tac, then Rose a few dozen times. Then he sat down in the entrance to the shed, whining a little. “Why ya always gotta scare off my friends, Tac?”
6/22/18
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“So...you think I’ll like this “Tac” guy, huh Dipstick?” Rose’s voice was skeptical.
“Uhhh, yeah! Tic-Tac is my best friend!” The doofy pup wagged his tail. “C’mon, I want you to meet him!” And he bounded ahead rather clumsily, his large paws flailing in the air. The smaller, delicate looking female dalmatian followed him, her expression somewhat troubled. From what she’d heard Lucky say, Tic-Tac was the devil incarnate, and evil impersonated.
“Bah!!” He’d spat, “Why are you asking about HIM for?! He’s EVIL, that’s what he is!! Pure and simple EVIL! I’ve had to save this farm from his claws more times than I can count!” And yet here she was, heading straight for the supposed “evil incarnate”’s lair. She wondered, not for the first time, if Lucky’s advice was more applicable than Dipstick’s. After all, the dopey dal wasn’t exactly known to be the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree… but he had said Tac was his best friend. So...could he really be all bad? If he was Dipstick’s friend?
Lucky would have undoubtedly said yes, without a second thought. Because...well, Dipstick had a tendency to run around with bullies. She knew that. And she didn’t exactly care for the likes of Wizzer and Mooch, they were too rough for her liking. But she did like Dipstick, for some reason. His dopey demeanor struck her as cute, and she’d quickly struck up a friendship with him. It had taken him no time at all to recommend her to meet Tac, and here she was, walking towards that dreaded shed. Hesitantly, uncertainly.
There was none of this uncertainty in Dipstick’s tread. He bounded happily ahead, never hesitating, never pausing, leaping in big clumsy jumps with his big stick tail stuck up in the air like a banner, and it made her smile. She couldn’t see it but his mouth was open in a happy pant and his tongue was lolling. And Dipstick’s lack of hesitation well...made her wonder. Perhaps it was this that kept her paws moving, right up to the shed’s door. She noted an eerie green glow out of the shed’s sole window and barely had time to register it before Dipstick had pushed the door open with his paws. Both front paws, not just one. Taking one heaving jump to throw his weight onto it. And Rose followed him.
“Uhhhh, hi Tac!” The words were spoken to a presence inside the shed before Rose’s eyes had time to adjust to its dim interior, and thus before she ever saw the owner of the voice.
“Dipstick, who have you brought with you?” It was a cold, commanding voice, but there was a soft undertone to it. The softness appealed to her immediately. “Uhhh, it’s my new friend! Rose, say hi to Tic-Tac! Tic-Tac, Rose!” And Dipstick stepped aside and gestured grandiosely to her; Rose’s tiny muzzle wrinked up in an uncomfortable smile, baring small harmless canines, and taking a few tiny, hesitating steps into the shed. She felt wood beneath her feet.
And Tic-Tac got a good look at Rose before she ever got a good look at him. He sized her up and down with cold indifference, regarding her as a scientist regards a mildly interesting specimen. So she had very few spots; three as far as he could tell, and every single one was a hot pink heart, the same shade as her ears and very large, innocent Bambi eyes. Bleh. She looked like a bleeding heart if he ever saw one, both inside and out, and he was immediately turned off. Such an individual could never understand or support his plans for this horrid place he was forced to call home. In fact, he swept his paw at her irreverently as if to simply wave her away, turning his attention back to a device in front of him that was very much like a computer.
“Dipstick, you should know very well that I have no interest in befriending the vermin that infest this farm.” Rose’s nose crinkled up with distaste at being referred to as vermin, and she frowned.
“Uhhh, but she’s not a vermin, she’s a dalmatian.” And Tac sighed and looked at them both again. “I have no interest in friends of any sort. Just take her away.” There, that should be clear enough. Again, he tried to turn his attention back to the computer, but Dipstick...surprisingly, kept talking.
“But, uhhh, Tac, she uh...well...she’s nice.” Perhaps a bit too nice for this ruffian, she thought.
“Nice? Nice? Is that the best excuse you can come up with, Dipstick? Nice? Half the pups on this farm are nice. Cadpig is “nice”, and I despise Cadpig with every fiber of my being.” Rose was starting to believe that perhaps Lucky was right. Tac didn't sound like a very nice guy at all, although he wasn’t half bad-looking, now that her eyes had adjusted to the dim, odd green light. He had black ears and an X and O patch covering each eye, eyes which were a brilliant blue. And they gleamed with intelligent light. An evil genius? Perhaps. Rose narrowed her eyes at him.
“Excuse me? Mr...Tac?” It was the first time he’d heard her speak, and her angelic, honey-laced voice was every bit as grating and annoying as her appearance. She SOUNDED like a bleeding heart, every bit as much as she looked it. He was even more turned off. “Why...would you hate Cadpig?” She settled on, finally. There were a lot of questions surfacing but she wasn’t sure which one to ask first.
“And...why are you friends with Dipstick? I mean .. I’ve heard a lot about you from the other pups, they-”
“HA! The other pups. And what do they tell you, dear Rose?” Tic-Tac turned to her, a smirk forming on his muzzle. Rose didn’t care for it. “That I’m the devil incarnate? Wolf in sheep’s clothing? Pure evil?”
“Well...yes.” Admittedly, she had only asked Lucky, but only because she admired the pup in question and trusted his viewpoint. “But Dipstick seems to like you, and I just wondered how that could be, since you seem so...” She trailed off. Would it be rude to continue? He looked at her and the smirk never faltered. “So...what? Dear Rose? Do continue.”
It wasn’t in her nature to do so, typically. Rose didn’t like to hurt people’s feelings. But Tac… he didn’t seem to care. Seemed rather amused, in fact, and it stiffened her resolve. “So … unlikable.” She expected any other pup on the farm would have been crestfallen. Their muzzles would drop open, faces drop to the floor. Hurt to hear such a thing. But Tac laughed.
“Oh Rose, I AM unlikable. I LIVE to be unlikable. And I think it wise that you leave, now.” For the third or fourth time that day, Dipstick surprised him by speaking up. Speaking AGAINST him, instead of blindly agreeing. “Uhhh but Tac, I like her. Can’t she stay?” Tac glared at him, annoyed.
“No Dipstick, she cannot stay. A child like her couldn’t hope to understand what I plan to achieve in this mudball.”
“A child?!” Rose broke in, annoyed. “I’ll have you know I’m older than you are, Mr. Tac!” Again, he laughed. “You’re smaller than Dipstick. Clearly a runt. If I had to guess you still have a lot of growing to do, and although you sound rather mature in terms of tone, your body and face suggest a puppy only a few weeks old, barely out of infancy. I’m going to guess that you ARE as young as you look and therefore are as stupid and naive as you sound, or you’re the most immature, bleeding heart midget adult dalmatian I’ve ever come across. I have no interest in the likes of you or getting to know you farther. Now for the last time...” He turned to her fully and now his eyes were ice under furrowed, angry brows and paired with bared teeth. “Get. Out. Of my. Shed.”
“Gladly.” Rose just wrinkled her nose like a disgusted child, turned tail and walked out, and he couldn’t help but notice with growing irritation how she even WALKED prim and proper. So dainty and sweet like a little lady. It made him sick.
Dipstick looked from Rose’s retreating form to Tac, then back to Rose, then Tac, then Rose a few dozen times. Then he sat down in the entrance to the shed, whining a little. “Why ya always gotta scare off my friends, Tac?”