Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ In But A Dream-A Sailormoon-JTHM crossover ❯ ...Interlude... ( Chapter 22 )
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Disclaimer: I don't own Nny. JV does. I hope he never finds this. I know he'd want to kill me. I also don't own sailormoon. Takeuchi Naoko does. Good for her.
This particular chapter was written by RantinAn
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In But a Dream
A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic
Chapter 22 ~ ....Interlude....
The salad bowl was faintly transparent green plastic. It was glued
up-ended to the floor with a powerful adhesive.
A mummified rabbit's head, brought to life by a power beyond it's
comprehension had an attitude of mournful contemplation as it
attempted to peer through the plastic with eyes sunken to black pits.
"Let me out!" The squeaky voice issued from the bunny's severed
neck, its body nailed firmly to the wall above the bowl. But the
twitching dried limbs could not defeat the impaling nail. And the
head, weighed down by the silver moon hailed to the skull, could
barley trail above the floor, and had no chance of breaking the
malleable plastic.
Sanity was in a cage. Compassion locked away. The newly created
magical pet could only quiver in fear and the knowledge of a failed
duty from inside its crispy fresh cell.
RantinAn
Disclaimer: I don't own Nny. JV does. I hope he never finds this. I know he'd want to kill me. I also don't own sailormoon. Takeuchi Naoko does. Good for her.
This particular chapter was written by RantinAn
____________________
In But a Dream
A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic
Chapter 22 ~ ....Interlude....
The salad bowl was faintly transparent green plastic. It was glued
up-ended to the floor with a powerful adhesive.
A mummified rabbit's head, brought to life by a power beyond it's
comprehension had an attitude of mournful contemplation as it
attempted to peer through the plastic with eyes sunken to black pits.
"Let me out!" The squeaky voice issued from the bunny's severed
neck, its body nailed firmly to the wall above the bowl. But the
twitching dried limbs could not defeat the impaling nail. And the
head, weighed down by the silver moon hailed to the skull, could
barley trail above the floor, and had no chance of breaking the
malleable plastic.
Sanity was in a cage. Compassion locked away. The newly created
magical pet could only quiver in fear and the knowledge of a failed
duty from inside its crispy fresh cell.
RantinAn