palabravampiress
Bidet of Evil
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* Credit for the first Gordo-centric fanfic goes to Colleen Hillerup. You can find other Gordo fics at http://www.channelingboards.com/Fanfiction/MrGordo.html and at the following yahoo group: http://tv.groups.yahoo.com/group/MrGordo.
Blurb
Mr. Gordo is Buffy's stuffed pig. I found Colleen Hillerup's Adventures of Mr. Gordo website and the affiliated yahoo group and fell in love. They are my favorite Buffy fanfics. So, of course, I decided to write one of my own. So this is my idea, but it is written in the style of Colleen Hillerup and based on her interpretation of Mr. Gordo. If you haven't read these stories, I highly recommend them. They are just too cute.
My story takes place immediately after the Buffy series finale. It's my cute little Gordo tribute to Spike and Anya, the two scoobies who gave their lives in the final battle. It's not great but, hey, it's fanfic. 🙂 Enjoy!
Fixing Mr. Fix-Hit
by Palabra
Yellow stuffed me in a duff fell bag. He looked sad. Held me right up to his face so I could see that his eye buttons were sad. Gave me a cuddle.
"She'll want you"¦ after," he said, and then I went into the bag with Yellow's things.
There was lots of room. Yellow wasn't like my girl, who had a whole world of shiny soft things. No little world for just clothes. No SAs. No AFs. Yellow was like me. No things; just Girl.
Yellow didn't take me back out. There was lots of noise. And shaking. And more noise. And crying. I heard lots of crying.
"Yellow! Let me out! Somebody needs cuddles!"
I yelled and yelled, but nobody took me out for cuddles. Even after the noise and shaking stopped. I was very scared.
After a long time, the duff fell bag moved. Back and forth, back and forth, and maybe sideways, too. I felt sick from all the shaking. Like I might lose my stuffing. Then a door opened and closed. The bottom of the bag thumped against something hard. I got jumbled with all of Yellow's things. The moving stopped.
"Spike's bag," I heard Girl say. Her voice was sad. Like there were tears in it. She needed a cuddle.
"Anya's bag," another, deeper voice answered. I knew that voice. It was the nice Big One who fixed things for my girl. The Broken One. He'd lost an eye button, but nobody had been able to find it to sew it back on. "Mr. Fix-Hit," Rusty and Brown One called him. Girl just called him "Sand-her."
There was a ziiiiiiip, and then light spilled down into the duff fell bag. The sky was a funny color. Tan, not white like my world.
"When I said we should all pack a bag, I didn't think about this part. I mean, I knew we might not all"¦ but I didn't know, you know?"
"I know. But we better see what they packed. Never know what might be useful, now that we're homeless. They might have some money --"
"Sand-her!"
"What?!" the Broken One asked, then his voice became gentle, like an SA voice, and he said, "They would want to help."
Girl sniffed.
"Yeah, you're right," she said.
Girl reached into the duff fell bag.
"Pick me! Pick me!" I shouted.
She picked up a little bottle, instead, and gave a sad little chuckle.
"What?"
"Black nail polish."
Broken One chuckled, too.
Girl pulled out per-ox-side, a stake, a light-her, and a red shirt. And then there was nothing left, so she pulled me out. She held me up close to her face, like Yellow did. She let me see tears, too, but these did cry.
"Is that"¦?"
"Mr. Gordo!" Girl said, cuddling me tight.
"Well, I'll be."
Girl cried.
"I guess he wanted me to have it"¦ after."
"That's what Yellow said!" I told girl, and then I cuddled her very close.
"Did Anya leave you any presents?" Girl asked Broken One. It was a happy question, but her voice was sad.
Pres ents? I knew that one. Pres ents were things that Big Ones gave to each other to put in their worlds. They were like cuddles for when Big Ones weren't together. They reminded Girl that the Big Ones loved her.
Broken one opened his duff fell bag. He looked inside. Then he leaned back and laughed. It was a belly laugh. A big, happy belly laugh. The kind that made Big Ones cry happy tears. Only then he started to cry lots of sad tears. Like when Big Ones leave and don't come back. Like when they need cuddles most. His shoulders shook. I had never seen Broken One do that before.
"That's my girl," Broken One said between laughs and sobs.
There was a lot more broken than just his eye button.
"Don't cry, Broken One. I'll cuddle you," I said.
Girl must have heard me, because she made me fly to Broken One. He cuddled me close. His tears got in my fur. Girl leaned close and helped me cuddle Broken One so that his tears got into her fur, too.
We stayed that way for a long while, the three of us, just cuddling on the floor of that strange new world. There were two beds, not one, and no shiny soft things anywhere. No SAs on the dress her. No necklaces. No earrings. No little world for just clothes. Everything was tan and bare.
"Thanks," Broken One said softly as he tried to pull away from the cuddle. "I'm sorry. I "“ I just kind of lost it there for a minute. I'm good now. Really."
"Okay," Girl said, but she didn't pull away. My girl is smart. She knows that good cuddles last the longest. So we cuddled some more.
"What did she"¦?" Girl asked once the cuddle was finally over.
Broken One shook his head. With a sigh and a crack of his knees, Broken One stood up.
"See for yourself. I'm gonna go get cleaned up."
He walked over to a bath room world that I hadn't noticed before.
"And Buff?" he asked, stopping at the door to the bath room world.
Girl looked up.
"Yeah, Sand?"
"Don't tell anybody about this, yeah?"
"Oky."
Broken One went into the world and closed the door. When we heard the sound of watt her coming down and splashing the floor, Girl and I both looked down into Broken One's duf fell bag together.
It was full of mun-knee.
The End.
Okay. Feel free to throw rotten tomatoes. 🙂
* BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER trademark (TM) and copyright (©) Fox and its related entities. All rights reserved.
This web site, its operators and any content on this site relating to "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" are not authorized by Fox. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and its characters are the property of Twentieth Century Fox, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and/or the WB Television Network, UPN. The webmasters are not affiliated in any way with the aforementioned entities. The fiction on this, and adjoining pages is provided solely as an entertaining resource. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
* ANGEL trademark (TM) and copyright (©) Fox and its related entities. All rights reserved.
This web site, its operators and any content on this site relating to "Angel" are not authorized by Fox. Angel and its characters are the property of Twentieth Century Fox, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and/or the WB Television Network. The webmasters are not affiliated in any way with the aforementioned entities. The fiction on this, and adjoining pages is provided solely as an entertaining resource. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
* Credit for the first Gordo-centric fanfic goes to Colleen Hillerup. You can find other Gordo fics at http://www.channelingboards.com/Fanfiction/MrGordo.html and at the following yahoo group: http://tv.groups.yahoo.com/group/MrGordo.
Blurb
Mr. Gordo is Buffy's stuffed pig. I found Colleen Hillerup's Adventures of Mr. Gordo website and the affiliated yahoo group and fell in love. They are my favorite Buffy fanfics. So, of course, I decided to write one of my own. So this is my idea, but it is written in the style of Colleen Hillerup and based on her interpretation of Mr. Gordo. If you haven't read these stories, I highly recommend them. They are just too cute.
My story takes place immediately after the Buffy series finale. It's my cute little Gordo tribute to Spike and Anya, the two scoobies who gave their lives in the final battle. It's not great but, hey, it's fanfic. 🙂 Enjoy!
Fixing Mr. Fix-Hit
by Palabra
Yellow stuffed me in a duff fell bag. He looked sad. Held me right up to his face so I could see that his eye buttons were sad. Gave me a cuddle.
"She'll want you"¦ after," he said, and then I went into the bag with Yellow's things.
There was lots of room. Yellow wasn't like my girl, who had a whole world of shiny soft things. No little world for just clothes. No SAs. No AFs. Yellow was like me. No things; just Girl.
Yellow didn't take me back out. There was lots of noise. And shaking. And more noise. And crying. I heard lots of crying.
"Yellow! Let me out! Somebody needs cuddles!"
I yelled and yelled, but nobody took me out for cuddles. Even after the noise and shaking stopped. I was very scared.
After a long time, the duff fell bag moved. Back and forth, back and forth, and maybe sideways, too. I felt sick from all the shaking. Like I might lose my stuffing. Then a door opened and closed. The bottom of the bag thumped against something hard. I got jumbled with all of Yellow's things. The moving stopped.
"Spike's bag," I heard Girl say. Her voice was sad. Like there were tears in it. She needed a cuddle.
"Anya's bag," another, deeper voice answered. I knew that voice. It was the nice Big One who fixed things for my girl. The Broken One. He'd lost an eye button, but nobody had been able to find it to sew it back on. "Mr. Fix-Hit," Rusty and Brown One called him. Girl just called him "Sand-her."
There was a ziiiiiiip, and then light spilled down into the duff fell bag. The sky was a funny color. Tan, not white like my world.
"When I said we should all pack a bag, I didn't think about this part. I mean, I knew we might not all"¦ but I didn't know, you know?"
"I know. But we better see what they packed. Never know what might be useful, now that we're homeless. They might have some money --"
"Sand-her!"
"What?!" the Broken One asked, then his voice became gentle, like an SA voice, and he said, "They would want to help."
Girl sniffed.
"Yeah, you're right," she said.
Girl reached into the duff fell bag.
"Pick me! Pick me!" I shouted.
She picked up a little bottle, instead, and gave a sad little chuckle.
"What?"
"Black nail polish."
Broken One chuckled, too.
Girl pulled out per-ox-side, a stake, a light-her, and a red shirt. And then there was nothing left, so she pulled me out. She held me up close to her face, like Yellow did. She let me see tears, too, but these did cry.
"Is that"¦?"
"Mr. Gordo!" Girl said, cuddling me tight.
"Well, I'll be."
Girl cried.
"I guess he wanted me to have it"¦ after."
"That's what Yellow said!" I told girl, and then I cuddled her very close.
"Did Anya leave you any presents?" Girl asked Broken One. It was a happy question, but her voice was sad.
Pres ents? I knew that one. Pres ents were things that Big Ones gave to each other to put in their worlds. They were like cuddles for when Big Ones weren't together. They reminded Girl that the Big Ones loved her.
Broken one opened his duff fell bag. He looked inside. Then he leaned back and laughed. It was a belly laugh. A big, happy belly laugh. The kind that made Big Ones cry happy tears. Only then he started to cry lots of sad tears. Like when Big Ones leave and don't come back. Like when they need cuddles most. His shoulders shook. I had never seen Broken One do that before.
"That's my girl," Broken One said between laughs and sobs.
There was a lot more broken than just his eye button.
"Don't cry, Broken One. I'll cuddle you," I said.
Girl must have heard me, because she made me fly to Broken One. He cuddled me close. His tears got in my fur. Girl leaned close and helped me cuddle Broken One so that his tears got into her fur, too.
We stayed that way for a long while, the three of us, just cuddling on the floor of that strange new world. There were two beds, not one, and no shiny soft things anywhere. No SAs on the dress her. No necklaces. No earrings. No little world for just clothes. Everything was tan and bare.
"Thanks," Broken One said softly as he tried to pull away from the cuddle. "I'm sorry. I "“ I just kind of lost it there for a minute. I'm good now. Really."
"Okay," Girl said, but she didn't pull away. My girl is smart. She knows that good cuddles last the longest. So we cuddled some more.
"What did she"¦?" Girl asked once the cuddle was finally over.
Broken One shook his head. With a sigh and a crack of his knees, Broken One stood up.
"See for yourself. I'm gonna go get cleaned up."
He walked over to a bath room world that I hadn't noticed before.
"And Buff?" he asked, stopping at the door to the bath room world.
Girl looked up.
"Yeah, Sand?"
"Don't tell anybody about this, yeah?"
"Oky."
Broken One went into the world and closed the door. When we heard the sound of watt her coming down and splashing the floor, Girl and I both looked down into Broken One's duf fell bag together.
It was full of mun-knee.
The End.
Okay. Feel free to throw rotten tomatoes. 🙂
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