Post by mcharmed21 on Jan 4, 2005 1:29:48 GMT -5
Author: silvermoon8705
If someway, somehow, the writers manage to bring Future Chris back, this is an idea of how life would be like with two Chrises around…<br>------------------------------------------------------------
“Come back here!” Chris yelled, impatient, tired, and wondering why HE EVER put it upon himself to babysit little Chris. He could not believe that he could have been this troublesome and irrepressibly mischievous at 5 years old.
Expectedly, he didn’t come back, but instead was constantly orbing his way throughout the house in effect creating a symphony of orbing music. There was even a decent beat to it if Chris had the sanity and peace to appreciate it.
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Little Chris was in the attic looking at all the vials filled with potions of different colors. He always liked to look at them because they looked so interesting and he liked to wonder what would happen if someone drank one of the potions. There were labels on them, but some he couldn’t begin to comprehend what they were used for. He knew though that the potions to vanquish the bad people was kept in a locked up place for security reasons. And it seemed like the only potions his mom and aunts used were those while the potions before him, left out in the open were infrequently touched.
He TKed the door shut, and closed his fist to lock it securely for good measure as he decided which potion he should look into.
---Tuberculosis
Use on low-level demon to incapacitate temporarily---
One potion read.
Chris wondered what the hell Tuberculosis could possibly be.
“Put that vial down now! How many times…” Chris reprimanded. He had just orbed in and was not too happy at what Chris was doing in the attic. He shouldn’t even have been there, he was too young to understand the danger they faced everyday…he shouldn’t have been so close to it.
“I forgot you can orb,” Little Chris answered, not liking being distracted from his fun.
“What is that vial? Give it to me, Chris, NOW!”
“Do I have to?” He whined.
“Yes!”<br>
“Really?”<br>
“Stop it, just hand it over…”
“Why?”<br>
“Because…”
“Why?”<br>
“Because…”
“Whhhhhhhy?” Little Chris dragged out, and giggled knowing he was getting on his nerves.
“Because if you don’t, I’ll take your powers away!”<br>
“Mommy is the only one who can decide that stupid…you’re not the power of three! Let’s play tag!” Little Chris challenged as he orbed away too quickly for Chris to grab him out of the departing orbs.
“Great. That's just so great. He took the vial…” Chris noticed in exasperation and sat down exhausted. Between insuring Little Chris’s future was far different from his past and actually babysitting his little self, he contemplated checking the area for a good shrink.
And then he sensed him…<br>
If someway, somehow, the writers manage to bring Future Chris back, this is an idea of how life would be like with two Chrises around…<br>------------------------------------------------------------
“Come back here!” Chris yelled, impatient, tired, and wondering why HE EVER put it upon himself to babysit little Chris. He could not believe that he could have been this troublesome and irrepressibly mischievous at 5 years old.
Expectedly, he didn’t come back, but instead was constantly orbing his way throughout the house in effect creating a symphony of orbing music. There was even a decent beat to it if Chris had the sanity and peace to appreciate it.
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Little Chris was in the attic looking at all the vials filled with potions of different colors. He always liked to look at them because they looked so interesting and he liked to wonder what would happen if someone drank one of the potions. There were labels on them, but some he couldn’t begin to comprehend what they were used for. He knew though that the potions to vanquish the bad people was kept in a locked up place for security reasons. And it seemed like the only potions his mom and aunts used were those while the potions before him, left out in the open were infrequently touched.
He TKed the door shut, and closed his fist to lock it securely for good measure as he decided which potion he should look into.
---Tuberculosis
Use on low-level demon to incapacitate temporarily---
One potion read.
Chris wondered what the hell Tuberculosis could possibly be.
“Put that vial down now! How many times…” Chris reprimanded. He had just orbed in and was not too happy at what Chris was doing in the attic. He shouldn’t even have been there, he was too young to understand the danger they faced everyday…he shouldn’t have been so close to it.
“I forgot you can orb,” Little Chris answered, not liking being distracted from his fun.
“What is that vial? Give it to me, Chris, NOW!”
“Do I have to?” He whined.
“Yes!”<br>
“Really?”<br>
“Stop it, just hand it over…”
“Why?”<br>
“Because…”
“Why?”<br>
“Because…”
“Whhhhhhhy?” Little Chris dragged out, and giggled knowing he was getting on his nerves.
“Because if you don’t, I’ll take your powers away!”<br>
“Mommy is the only one who can decide that stupid…you’re not the power of three! Let’s play tag!” Little Chris challenged as he orbed away too quickly for Chris to grab him out of the departing orbs.
“Great. That's just so great. He took the vial…” Chris noticed in exasperation and sat down exhausted. Between insuring Little Chris’s future was far different from his past and actually babysitting his little self, he contemplated checking the area for a good shrink.
And then he sensed him…<br>