AN: Well, every year I try to at least write a short Buffy Halloween fic. So this is this years.
xXx
His hands worked the tools before jerking back as a few sparks danced within his project.
The chime of the clock warned him of yet another hour, and the passing of the one month mark.
One month since that day, one month since everything changed inside his head.
Lights flickered, but he ignored it and reached back inside to continue work.
A brief flash of memory crossed his mind as he continued the adjustments.
xXx
He'd ended up with a detention, something that messed his day up far worse.
He'd been stuck scrounging from the discount bins and found a few things that gave him an idea for what the night had been forced to become.
The mustache had given him the idea, and the red cape reminded him of something.
xXx
Closing the metal hatch, Xander reached one gloved hand over to the computer he'd acquired and attached a cable to what he had been working on.
xXx
The inner tube was easy enough to modify and an old bald cap he'd gotten from Jessie years prior had completed the costume along with seven fake gems of different colors.
If he only knew that a spell was coming, or what it would do and everything could have been so different, but the city was unprepared for that which came.
xXx
The metallic bird hopped into his lap as fingers caressed the keyboard as he worked without a sign of attention to the world at large.
A beep and he relaxed as a download bar appeared, "Good..."
It was a darker tone, one none would have ever associated with him before that night.
"So, very, very good..."
xXx
It was the dawn of something that night, but none could tell what. Almost as if all interested parties were holding their breath and wondering what would come next.
As light twinkled most curiously and quite chaotically around the seven emeralds bought with pocket change int he costume shop.
And by chaos the world would never no the disaster now floating down the streets.
xXx
"You can't do this!" the shrill screams of his, well, former principal filled the air of the warehouse, now adorned with countless machines, "I'll have you expelled!"
That which was once Alexander Lavelle Harris laughed, a sound both dark and disturbing as it echoed about the facility.
"Perhaps, but you were not quite the worthy adversary I would have loved to test my machine upon," Xander responded with an almost cheshire grin, "but in every game, there are winners and there are losers. And as you know, in this game, losers get robotizicized!"
And the heir of the mind of one Doctor Ivo Robotnik, master of Robotropolis, activated the machine.
A horrific scream echoed through the chamber as the boy who would be master of machines watched and caressed the robotic pet left over from his ascension.
xXx
His hands worked the tools before jerking back as a few sparks danced within his project.
The chime of the clock warned him of yet another hour, and the passing of the one month mark.
One month since that day, one month since everything changed inside his head.
Lights flickered, but he ignored it and reached back inside to continue work.
A brief flash of memory crossed his mind as he continued the adjustments.
xXx
He'd ended up with a detention, something that messed his day up far worse.
He'd been stuck scrounging from the discount bins and found a few things that gave him an idea for what the night had been forced to become.
The mustache had given him the idea, and the red cape reminded him of something.
xXx
Closing the metal hatch, Xander reached one gloved hand over to the computer he'd acquired and attached a cable to what he had been working on.
xXx
The inner tube was easy enough to modify and an old bald cap he'd gotten from Jessie years prior had completed the costume along with seven fake gems of different colors.
If he only knew that a spell was coming, or what it would do and everything could have been so different, but the city was unprepared for that which came.
xXx
The metallic bird hopped into his lap as fingers caressed the keyboard as he worked without a sign of attention to the world at large.
A beep and he relaxed as a download bar appeared, "Good..."
It was a darker tone, one none would have ever associated with him before that night.
"So, very, very good..."
xXx
It was the dawn of something that night, but none could tell what. Almost as if all interested parties were holding their breath and wondering what would come next.
As light twinkled most curiously and quite chaotically around the seven emeralds bought with pocket change int he costume shop.
And by chaos the world would never no the disaster now floating down the streets.
xXx
"You can't do this!" the shrill screams of his, well, former principal filled the air of the warehouse, now adorned with countless machines, "I'll have you expelled!"
That which was once Alexander Lavelle Harris laughed, a sound both dark and disturbing as it echoed about the facility.
"Perhaps, but you were not quite the worthy adversary I would have loved to test my machine upon," Xander responded with an almost cheshire grin, "but in every game, there are winners and there are losers. And as you know, in this game, losers get robotizicized!"
And the heir of the mind of one Doctor Ivo Robotnik, master of Robotropolis, activated the machine.
A horrific scream echoed through the chamber as the boy who would be master of machines watched and caressed the robotic pet left over from his ascension.