020 - Action, forward dated to Tuesday morning

[worstvikingever]

Good morning, Mayfield, have you drunk your milk today?

Well the folks over at 729 Anderson Lane haven't, and Officer Milkman has had his eyes on them.

Long story short: Hiccup is droned.

A. 729 Anderson Lane [Hiccup comes downstairs this morning with a happy, cheerful smile on his face. He goes right to the kitchen, because it's time for breakfast!]

Good morning, everybody! Gosh, it's an awfully nice day out, isn't it? Maybe there'll be kids playing baseball in the park! Wouldn't that be swell?

B. Around town throughout the day [Still with that cheerful smile on his face, Hiccup will be heading downtown and/or the park to do the things boys his age do, which is go get a milkshake or play baseball in the park or whatever.

Or kill people. That's just jolly good fun too, don't you know?]

((OOC: HICCUP IS MILKMAN-DRONED. IF YOU TALK TO HIM HE WILL PROBABLY TRY TO KILL YOU, JUST SO YOU KNOW.

Comments

[fineday4science.livejournal.com]

[Yep. He's droned. Dexter begins to freak out, and comes out with a nervous reply.]
No thanks. I-I'm terrible at sports. Besides, it is too hot for sports. I would much rather exercise my mind right now. These old comics are fascinating!

[He edges away, slowly closing the door. Droning just creeps him the fuck out in general...]

[worstvikingever]

[And Hiccup will be striding forward quickly and placing one hand on the door, trying to force it to stay open.]

Well then maybe we could do something else! How about we go to the arcade?

[fineday4science.livejournal.com]

[Well that doesn't sound too terrible... Granted the arcades were nothing like Dexter's imagining. He's just hoping that somehow through someone's regains that there's an actual modern arcade]

That doesn't sound too bad... I am pretty terrible at bowling though!

[Okay, that IS still creepy though. Though the prospects of anything related to video games, even if they are ancient and old-fashioned, gets him to open the door.]

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup grins brightly.]

That's great! Say, can I show you something?

[fineday4science.livejournal.com]

[he gives in]

What do you want to show me...? This better be good... those games aren't going to play themselves, you know!

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup trots off to his room and comes back holding something behind his back.]

You have to come out of your room first! I can't show it to you in there.

[fineday4science.livejournal.com]

[he inches out of his room, ever so carefully.]

What do you want to show me...?

Is it what's behind your back?

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup nods, grinning, and waits until Dexter is out of his room.]

Surprise!

[He says it brightly as he pulls the axe he had stashed in his room in case of emergencies out from behind his back and swings it down toward Dexter.]

[fineday4science.livejournal.com]

[He screams and jumps back as the axe barely misses. Wiping the sweat off his brow in relief, he decides to give hiccup a scolding]

HEY! What's the big idea?! If you wanted to show me your craftsmanship, you could have just as easily foregone the demonstration! You could have killed me!

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup, still grinning, lifts the axe again.]

Silly me! I really didn't mean to miss!

[And he steps forward and swings the axe again, aiming for Dexter's head.]

[fineday4science.livejournal.com]

[ He lets out a terrified scream as he sees the axe come down towards him. the words SCOOP ROLL THROW HIT DUCK echo in his mind. Well, at least the duck and roll parts. He then gets a brilliant plan. Well, at least he thinks its brilliant. He's pretty winded from the youth roll but he'll attempt to buy some time before he gets the axe. He knows that the more athletic of the two will have no time catching up to him.... time to do the oldest trick in the book...]

Look over there! Isn't that...[wheeze]... an autographed baseball card just lying over there on the floor! You must have dropped it!

[He points behind Hiccup, as he catches what's left of his breath.]

[worstvikingever]

[Sorry Dexter, the drone has only one thing on his mind this morning, and that's KILLING.]

I'll have to pick it up later, then!

[He lifts the axe again.]

[fineday4science.livejournal.com]

[okay, that plan failed. Dexter screams like a girl again, desperately crawling away. Towards the bathroom.]

D-D-don't I get a last request before you try to kill me?

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup will never cease to smile as he very calmly follows Dexter.]

Ha ha! If you want to, you can say something, but no promises on whether I'll follow it!

[fineday4science.livejournal.com]

[Dexter tries to think as fast as he can...he'd like a waffle, but the urge of nature's call is too much to bear.]

C-Can I use the bathroom? Wouldn't want to leave my...erm... favorite brother... too much of a mess to pick up before he goes on his sports...thing.

[Well, that could have come out better]

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup pauses, considering this.]

Well that's awfully nice of you to think about me like that, Dex. But you really oughtn't worry.

[He raises his axe again.]

So I guess that's a no!

[fineday4science.livejournal.com]

[Dexter's now pretty much frozen in place by fear. Is this the end? His entire life flashes before his eyes]

My only regret was that I was not able to show you my secret laboratory and cool robots...

[worstvikingever]

Sounds super awesome, Dex! Maybe you can show me later!

[But despite the remark, Hiccup brings the axe down onto Dexter, that strange drone smile never leaving his face.]

[fineday4science.livejournal.com]

[In the second that he's alive with the axe in his head... intense, flaring pain. Feeling like his head, is well... on fire. With his last breath he screams in pain]

MY HAIR IS ON F-

[DEAD.]

[worstvikingever]

[Well that was fun, wasn't it? Hiccup smiles and walks away whistling, ready to take on the next challenger. BWAHAHAHA.]