[Multiple Challenges] Friends: 'Buzzkill'
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whatif_auTitle: 'Buzzkill'
Author:but_can_i_be_trusted
Fandom: Friends
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Crossposted togenprompt_bingo. Using Challenge #7: Supernatural AU; Challenge #8: Magic AU; Challenge #12: Lost/Stranded AU; Challenge #24: Fairy Tale AU; Challenge #25: Party Hardy AU; Challenge #30: Mythology AU; and Challenge #56: Treasure Hunters AU.
Summary: I brought the treasure back for you, Monica. Guard it with your life.
I went through so much for your party, Monica. You have no idea.
I had to pass through a magical portal into a mythical realm, and fight fairies and centaurs and minotaurs. They were guarding a sacred key that was the only way into this dark, deadly castle that was filled with every kind of ghost and demon that you can imagine, and several that you could never dream of, even in your most horrific nightmares, on the darkest and latest of nights.
That castle guarded the passage into deep, dark woods that had claimed many lost souls in the ancient past. The woods were labyrinthine and frightening. So many times, I thought that I'd be stranded there forever, fording streams and climbing bluffs. It was like I'd stumbled into some terrifying country that you'd never find on the map.
Eventually, I fought my way through, and I was able to find the treasure that I was looking so hard for, for your sake. If anything, the return trip was even more perilous. I risked life and limb, and even sanity. But I made it back again.
I brought the treasure back for you, Monica. Guard it with your life.
Her story at an end, Phoebe collapsed dramatically on Monica's sofa. One hand shook wearily, as she passed a tattered and stained slip of paper to her friend.
Everything was silent. Too silent. And for much too long. Long enough that Phoebe could feel all of her dramatic effect fading into nothing under a steady and merciless gaze.
"...why are you staring at me," she asked at last, trying not to squirm.
Monica sighed. "Pheebs, are you sure that you're telling me the truth, here? Did this marvelous adventure really take place? Or is this wondrous treasure of yours really just your grandmother's bûche de Noël recipe? That you maybe found in her cookbook?"
Phoebe stared back at her for a long and uncomfortable moment. Then, she sagged.
"Fine. I made the whole thing up. I found the recipe in her cookbook," she confessed, disgusted. "Who decided that you get to be some sort of buzzkill, anyway?!"
Author:
but_can_i_be_trustedFandom: Friends
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Crossposted to
genprompt_bingo. Using Challenge #7: Supernatural AU; Challenge #8: Magic AU; Challenge #12: Lost/Stranded AU; Challenge #24: Fairy Tale AU; Challenge #25: Party Hardy AU; Challenge #30: Mythology AU; and Challenge #56: Treasure Hunters AU.Summary: I brought the treasure back for you, Monica. Guard it with your life.
I went through so much for your party, Monica. You have no idea.
I had to pass through a magical portal into a mythical realm, and fight fairies and centaurs and minotaurs. They were guarding a sacred key that was the only way into this dark, deadly castle that was filled with every kind of ghost and demon that you can imagine, and several that you could never dream of, even in your most horrific nightmares, on the darkest and latest of nights.
That castle guarded the passage into deep, dark woods that had claimed many lost souls in the ancient past. The woods were labyrinthine and frightening. So many times, I thought that I'd be stranded there forever, fording streams and climbing bluffs. It was like I'd stumbled into some terrifying country that you'd never find on the map.
Eventually, I fought my way through, and I was able to find the treasure that I was looking so hard for, for your sake. If anything, the return trip was even more perilous. I risked life and limb, and even sanity. But I made it back again.
I brought the treasure back for you, Monica. Guard it with your life.
Her story at an end, Phoebe collapsed dramatically on Monica's sofa. One hand shook wearily, as she passed a tattered and stained slip of paper to her friend.
Everything was silent. Too silent. And for much too long. Long enough that Phoebe could feel all of her dramatic effect fading into nothing under a steady and merciless gaze.
"...why are you staring at me," she asked at last, trying not to squirm.
Monica sighed. "Pheebs, are you sure that you're telling me the truth, here? Did this marvelous adventure really take place? Or is this wondrous treasure of yours really just your grandmother's bûche de Noël recipe? That you maybe found in her cookbook?"
Phoebe stared back at her for a long and uncomfortable moment. Then, she sagged.
"Fine. I made the whole thing up. I found the recipe in her cookbook," she confessed, disgusted. "Who decided that you get to be some sort of buzzkill, anyway?!"
