It was a peaceful day at the Lawndale Community Bank. People were walking in and out, going about their day. Suddenly, a bunch of masked men burst into the room, wielding sawn off shotguns.
“This is a raid! Everybody get down!” one of the masked men shouted, as everyone panicked and did as they were told.
One of the gang burst in behind the counters and grabbed one of the clerks, pointing the gun in his face.
“Open the vault, and nobody gets hurt,” he said.
“Y-y-yes sir,” the clerk said as the robber marched him to the vault. After fumbling for a while, he swiped his key card in the vault door and i
Summary: A Daria drabble. A new take on Veronica, the fanonical third Morgendorffer sister.
Ding-dong!
Helen got up and opened the door to find a thirteen-year-old boy standing on the porch. He wore all black, with a skull on his shirt and long black bangs that covered one eye. He was carrying a collection of flowers that looked like they had been picked from his yard, and he immediately straightened as the door opened, a wide and slightly nervous grin on his face.
"Um, hel—hello," the boy said, his voice first squeaking and then coming out artificially deep. "I'm Damien Thorne—I'm here to pick up Veronica?"
"Oh, hello, Damien! Co
Summary: A Daria drabble. Ms. Barch's reaction to overcrowded classrooms.
"Class," Ms. Barch said, "we have a new student today—Daria Morgendorffer." She turned to her new pupil. "Now, you'll need a place to sit. Hmm..."
She scanned the rows of seats, finally pointing at the boy sitting next to Jodie. "[i]You![/i] You're being transferred to the underground classrooms!"
The boy let out an "Aaaggghhh!" as the floor suddenly opened up beneath him, and Daria calmly walked over to claim his empty chair. Meanwhile, Ms. Barch's finger traveled over to the kid sitting beside Kevin.
"And you! I'm just tired of you."
There was another cry of sur
Summary: A Daria drabble. Amy’s introduction, set in a world where nobody can lie.
"Wow, who's that?" Quinn wondered as a flashy red sports car drove up to the hotel.
Daria blinked. "Aunt Amy?"
The woman got out of the car, passing her keys to the valet. "I don't mind a few dents, but change the radio station and you're a dead man. ...Well, not really," she added as the young man slipped into the front seat, "but I like to say otherwise so I sound insouciant and witty."
He drove off. Amy turned and walked up the front steps, smirking slightly at her befuddled family.
"Amy! How uncomfortable," Rita said as she stepped forward to greet h
Summary: A Daria drabble. Tom cheated on Jane. With EVERYBODY.
"Heh. Hey, Jane. We kissed your boyfriend."
"Yeah, heh-heh. We're gay."
"You're gay!"
"Euh!"
The two strange, large-headed boys began to wail on each other as Jane turned to Daria, confused. "Do you know these guys?"
"Ugh."
Jane was sitting on the couch with her sketchbook when the phone rang. She got up to answer it.
"Lane residence, this is Jane speaking. ...Ugh. You mean like on the cheek, in a normal mother-son sort of way? Yeah, okay, that's not really relevant, Mrs. Sloane. Okay, then. Bye." She hung up. "Criminy."
A heavyset girl with freckles approached the van. "Daria?