Just a little something I conceived from an idle comment one of my
friends made. I'm pretty sure this isn't what they intended. Of course,
someone's probably done this before, so I went for what I think is a
different feel. Hope you enjoy it on some level.


The Wanderer was Here
A spamfic by Nidoking

    Yeah, I still remember when the kid came into town. It wasn't long
ago, after all, as you can probably tell. I remember not thinking much
of him at first, him in his dirty T-shirt and jeans, and that funny red
cap. And that little critter that rode on his shoulder... I didn't think
it was dangerous. Looked kinda cute, in fact. Kinda like an egg that
hadn't fully hatched yet. Kept chirpin' all the time, full of energy.
Not the sort of pet you'd expect a vicious criminal to have.
    Anyway, so the kid stops at the bar, right? He asks me for a drink.
Something soft, he says. Milk, or lemonade. Heck, I bet he woulda
settled for a glass of water. The way he was walkin', I could tell he
was hella parched. Been travelin', he says. On the road, tryin' to find
his purpose in life. The critter on his shoulder? That was the last he
has of the girl he lost years ago, that's what he tells me. An' me,
tryin' to find somethin' that ain't got alcohol in it, fit for a kid.
Bettin' he's older'n he looks, but I have a strict policy. No drinks to
minors, plain an' simple.
    Then the door busts open an' in comes the rowdy gang't's been
terrorizin' the town the last few weeks. Named 'emselves after some
piece o' lost technology, can't right remember what it is at the moment.
They call the kid outside, an' he goes, not wantin' any trouble, but the
trouble's found him. That gang's lookin' ta tear him up but good, but
the kid stands firm an' grabs some whatnot off'n his belt, and the next
thing ya know, there's more of them little critters runnin' around,
giving those gangers their what for. People in the streets was
scatterin', but I was too fixated on that fight, watchin' 'em like a
hawk, I was. An' then the funniest thing happened... funny strange,
mind, not laughin' funny. That thing ridin' on the kid's shoulder, the
egg or whatever it was, starts wavin' its stubby little arms back an'
forth, an' the next thing I know, this huge pillar of light comes up
outta nowhere and covers the whole town! Sends those gangers flyin', and
I mean LITERALLY flyin'! They was up in the sky and outta sight!
    Anyway, when the light clears, there's nothin' left o' the town.
Every building's been turned to dust, even the metal parts, an' the
kid's just standin' there in the middle o' what used to be the street,
his face turned to the ground. He tips the brim of his hat and
apologizes for destroyin' the town, all quiet-like. Then he starts
walkin' and just follows the road on outta town without sayin' another
word. Up an' leaves, just like that, the egg still chirpin' away on his
shoulder.
    Yeah, it sounds crazy, but that's the truth o' what happened to this
here town. Funny thing was, though, everything for miles was totally
destroyed in that explosion or whatever, but not a single person died.
Oh, there was injuries from fallin' debris, and folks what fell to the
ground when the second story collapsed under 'em, but not a soul
departed this earth on that day. An' when we learned that, that's when I
knew we'd been visited by the legendary
ASH THE STAMPEDE.
And no matter what they say, he really is an angel, God rest his soul. I
hope he found that drink.

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For those unfamiliar with the series, Ash is from Pokemon and Vash the
Stampede is from Trigun. Now back to real life, homework, and maybe a
little work on my longer stories if I get the time...

- Nidoking

PROFESSOR ASHFIELD: An easy way to make store clerks cry is to return
gift certificates for store credit.

My not-so-humble webpage of fanfiction and other random junk:
http://www.rose-hulman.edu/~katinamp


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