Edmnix

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Shin-ah’s Dilemma

Dale's Best Burger! 

A $4 Combo! 

Order yours inside!

The advertisement was being displayed behind a window; its bold white letters contrasted by a dark background. A faint halo circled around the burger, bringing attention to the thick juicy beef patties sandwiched between bacon, lettuce, cheese that dripped in all angles, and two perfectly brown buns. It didn't take long for the image to seduce its first victim. 

The reflection of a man in a horned mask appeared in the center of the poster. His head tilted to the side as he studied the image that was hanging behind the window of a small building. Allured by the smell, a small squirrel burrowed his way out of the man's mane of a wig and climbed up to his shoulders, sniffing the air. The sudden chiming of two bells made both of them jump. They had not noticed the woman pass them to open the door.

Curious, Shin-ah peeked around the poster as she walked inside. The woman was smiling as she talked to the man behind a table. He was wearing a red shirt that had a small burger logo on his chest.  She pointed at a picture of Dale's Burger that was behind the man. The man nodded in understanding as he tapped on the screen in front of him. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet. After handing him a five-dollar bill, the man handed her the bag he had prepared. 

Shin-ah quickly scooted behind the poster as the woman turned around. He stood eerily still as she opened the door and walked in the opposite direction. As she walked away, Shin-ah looked at the bag in her hands. Ao stretched his neck and sniffed. Their stomach grumbled. 

 Shin-ah paced in front of the store and stroked the tip of his mask. After a couple of rounds, he suddenly stopped. Ao curiously glanced over to him. Struggling to keep in his excitement, Shin-ah half speed walked half skipped to a nearby phone booth.  He put in two quarters and dialed in a phone number he had committed to memory. It rang two times before the other side picked up. 

"Hello?" It was the familiar voice of Princess Yona. 

Realizing that he had not planned this far, Shin-ah awkwardly waited. 

"Hello?" she repeated. 

Shin-ah hung up. 

Ones again, Shin-ah was pacing in front of the store and was stroking the tip of his mask. He paused his pacing to look up at the towering image of the burger, which looked more enticing by the second. The seasoned beef patties cooked at a crisp while still keeping its juicy essence. The beautifully bronzed bacon, the large red tomatoes- 

Ah!  Frustrated, he ruffled the white fur on his head. 

Shin-ah stood in front of the door. Eventually, he let out a large puff of air before slamming the door opened. 

The cashier let out a startled yelp and looked up at the man that was holding the door. He saw that the man’s face was obscured by a pale mask, his eyes were nothing but black pits. And those horns… to his horror, the cashier realized that his horns, no his whole mask was made out of bones. The cashier felt his whole-body tremble in fear as the man marched towards him. His eyes widened as he saw the masked man reach into his robe. 

"Wait!" 

The cashier held up his hands, causing Shin-ah to stop mid motion.

"There is no need for that," he swallowed before continuing in a rushed voice, “I don't want anyone getting hurt. Just tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."  

Shin-ah was surprised but touched by this generosity. He smiled behind the mask and pointed at the menu like he had seen the woman do before. The cashier nervously glanced back and felt his stomach drop. Right below the menu was a small steel safe that he had forgotten to put in the back room. It was the cashiers first day and it looked like he was already going to lose the job.  

Shin-ah was sitting in an alley, his back against the wall. He hugged his knees and tried to ignore the wind as it teasingly made the cash dance around him. His stomach growled. 

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Toothiana: The Dentistry

“This is the second time that you overschedule! I can’t be in two places at ones.”  Dr. Len said. She was leaning over the counter towards the receptionist, her finger pressed against the clipboard showing the appointment log. Patient 28, scheduled in for a cavity filling, was set for 8:00 p.m, the same time as Patient 31 was schedules for teeth extraction.   “I-I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” The receptionist stammered. Dr. Len signed and flipped through the log. “We’ll have to send one of them back and ask them to reschedule. Offer them a discount for the mistake.” The receptionist quickly nodded. “Okay, I’ll go-”   “No! Don’t!” A girl suddenly said. She had run out of one of the rooms and was frantically raising her hands towards them. Noticing the stares of those around Toothiana straightened herself and cleared her throat before continuing. “What I meant is that… there is no need to cancel the appointment. I can take over one.” Dr. Len furrowed her brows together. “I can’t make you do that. Your shift just ended.” “Don’t worry about that. I can change back into the scrubs.” “No, go home. You’ve been working all day.” Dr. Len said shaking her head. “No, no, please, think about our loyal customers.” Toothiana exclaimed, unconsciously playing with her hands as the excuses formed in her head. “I mean, they took time out of their day to come here. The least we can do is provide them with the service they expect.” “I… well, I’m not about to discourage that level of devotion.” Dr. Len said with a smile. “If you’re really okay with it, go ahead and take patient 28.” Dr. Len looked over the log nodding. The filling should be a faster operation since it was only for one cavity. “The operation will be done in room -” Before she could finish, Toothiana had turned back into the changing room and slammed the door behind her. It had been far too long since she had any real teeth action. Ever since she had lost her tooth fairy form, it was nearly impossible to get near one. People were oddly uptight about them. Her fingers were often chomped on whenever she tried to analyze a particularly good set. With this dentistry career, this year was going to be different. She found that people were much more open with their teeth when she was wearing scrubs, although her fingers were still occasionally chomped on. After getting the room number, she hurried inside it before Dr. Len could change her mind. She wasn’t sure when else she would have the opportunity to perform an extraction, and for four teeth at that.  

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Jack Frost: The Perfect Wingman

The young girl at Jaime's side rubbed her bare arms as they walked in the dim, cool afternoon. She knew it was near Winter but hadn’t thought of bringing a sweater. Besides, she thought, eyeing the sweater wrapped around Jaime's waist, Jaime's not even wearing his. It’s really not that cold.

As they walked, neither of them noticed the dark figure that dropped from the sky and landed on a low roof above them. For a moment, the figure simply loomed over them, watching the two as they walked. Then, the figure pulled out a staff gripped by a single pale hand and extended it towards them. A gentle breeze danced from its tip. It swirled downwards until it reached the girl. The girl immediately started shaking, her teeth clattering.

She couldn’t keep from complaining anymore.

"I- it's really c-cold." She said through clattering teeth.

"Really?" Jaime stopped walking and looked down at her. Under his gaze, she suddenly felt very self-conscious. “You didn’t bring a sweater?” She shook her head. Her eyes wandered to the sweater wrapped around his waist. Her heart quickened.

Above, the man smiled, a notion that was obscured by the shadow of his hood. Satisfied with his work, he began to lower his staff.

“That’s too bad. Looks like you’ll just have to deal with the cold for a bit longer.”

The figure twitched, causing the lowering staff to jerk in his hands. What? The hooded figure edged over to get a better view of Jaime, who after making that cheerful remark, had turned away and resumed his walking.  

The girl's cheeks flushed as she clumsily fell into step beside him.

"I know that! I was just saying but it's not that bad."

"You sure? Your face is a bit red. I would give you mine but it's kind of smelly. I haven't washed it in a while. We can stop by somewhere so you can buy a sweater if you want."

"I- no that's fine."

Becoming annoyed, the man on the roof tapped his fingers over the staff. Suddenly, he whipped it out, with both of his hands this time, and pointed it towards the girl again. A harsh breeze shot out but this time it fell on the path directly ahead of the girl, glazing it with a thick layer of ice.

Her foot slipped on it and she frantically waved her hands around, trying to find an anchor to grip on to. Her hands found Jaime who already had his arms wrapped around her waist.

"Wow! You okay?"

He was close. Really, really close. Close enough to see the different colored streaks in those brown eyes as they searched her face. She flushed and quickly glanced away.

Get yourself together, get yourself together. Look anywhere but at him- act like he’s not even there, she desperately thought, but it was difficult to do with him being that close. 

"I uh- yea I just slipped on ice I think." She mumbled half-coherently.

"Ice?"

Jaime let go of her and she dropped to the ground with a yelp. Jaime winced and stretched out a hand to her.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to drop you," he said as she reached out to grab it, "it's just that you said ice-" she let out a small yelp again as Jaime, distracted by something on the ground, moved his hand before she could properly grab it.

"It's not cold enough for ice yet." Jaime mumbled. The girl glanced up from the ground as she rubbed her behind. Jaime was kneeling down looking at the ice she had slipped on. He grinned.

"Hey, go on without me.” He said. “I'm going to check up on something. I'll meet up with you guys later." He jogged away before the girl could even process what he had said.

Jaime stopped at a secluded area and immediately searched upwards, a wide smile on his face. 

"You have the best wingman the Moon has to offer and you completely disparage it."

Jaime spun around and saw Jack Frost perched on top of a fence, his staff resting against his side.  "Jack!" Jaime ran towards him. Jack laughed and jumped off the fence to meet him half-way.

"You've grown about two feet since I last saw you."

"Good thing too. I made the basketball team this year!"

"Really?" Jack set his staff against his shoulder as they walked side by side, their voices fading as they wondered without a destination.

"See! I told you that you could do it."

"Only because of my height."

"No, I'm telling you, you’re really skilled."

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Megamind: Thunderstruck

(If possible… read while listening to AC/DC, Thunderstruck haha) A white flash struck across the dark sky. A loud crackle followed. Megamind grinned as he gazed out the window of the abandoned observatory. "This is perfect, Minion. The conditions are perfect." Minion peered over the large motor. "Just say the word," he said as he gripped the lever. Megamind looked at his watch. Distance: 600 miles. "Wait for it." Another thunderstrike. 452 miles. "Wait for it." Crackle. 203 miles. "Wait for it." The arrow of the electromagnetic radiation detector swung to the right. Another thunderstrike. 16 miles. "Now!" Minion pushed down on the lever while Megamind ran over to stand on a red X that was marked on the floor. Megamind raised his hands in the air and grinned. His coat trailed after him, adding to his stature. Behind him, a golden metal rod descended from the ground. In the center of the rod was a perfectly shaped brown sphere. As it moved, the ceiling opened, giving way to the rising sphere and the falling cascade of rainfall.   It was an explosion of sound and light. The lightning strike hit the sphere and traveled downwards. Megaminds figure was covered in a silhouette as the loud crackle covered the sound of droplets crashing onto the floor. The moment was over as fast as it had come. Megamind whipped over to his right where a little boy stood wearing an oversized face shield. "Well?” Megamind asked. The boy scratched his ankle with the edge of his other foot. "Can I go to sleep now?" Megamind's face fell but then he excitedly signaled Minion to lower the sphere. "Hold on," he said "you still haven't tried the final product." "It's touched by the gods themselves." Minion said in a sing-song voice. Megamind turned and grabbed the smoking sphere with a tong. He placed it on a table that was at eye level with the boy. Megamind handed the tongs to him. "All you have to do is tap it." The boy grabbed the tong and tapped the sphere. Nothing happened. "Harder." He did as told but still nothing happened. "Here, let me try it." Megamind took the tongs and hit the sphere as hard as he could. Nothing happened. "Minion!" "On it." Minion walked over to them. He raised his metal fist and slammed it onto the sphere. Slowly, chocolate began to gush out of it and the sphere itself started to melt, leaving only half of it standing. "Ha!" He jumped and clapped Minion over the shoulder before pointing at his son. "You can't tell me that's not better than your mother's melting chocolate ball.” "I don't know… it takes a long time." He looked at his son in exasperation. “Yes but,” He threw his hands in the air again and spun. “lighting! It uses lightning from the sky." He turned back to his son and gave him a look. "Your mom just uses hot water.” "Very uninspired." Minion said, nodding. "And that’s what she calls me.” Megamind said with a snort. They both looked at the boy expectantly. “Uh….” The boy grabbed a spoon that was on the table and scooped some of the chocolate into his mouth. “Oh!” He got on his tippy toes. “It’s white chocolate! How did you make it look brown?” “……That’s what you ponder on.” Megamind glanced at Minion who just shrugged. He signed and placed a hand over his face. “Okay, where done here. You're right, it’s past your bedtime. We should-” He stopped mid-sentence when he saw the boy through his fingers. He wasn’t paying attention to his dad, too busy stuffing his mouth with as much chocolate as he could. Megamind smiled. “I guess we could wait a bit longer.”  

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Hak and Kija: Stuck in an Elevator

As soon as the elevator doors slid open, Hak stepped inside. Instead of following behind him, Kija stayed in his spot and squinted towards the retracting doors. His eyes skeptically skimmed over the elevators perimeter.

"This…box is pulled down by nothing more than a pulley. What makes you trust it's mechanism?"

"Just get in." Hak answered with dry irritation.

"Hmm," Kija took a tentative step forward. "Yona did assure me of its safety. Who am I to doubt her judgment?" He rolled his shoulders, pushed his chest forward and marched to the spot next to Hak. With his hands placed behind him, he turned to face in the same direction as Hak. The elevator doors slowly retracted from the sides. Kija's eyes subtly follow their movement. The doors fully closed and the elevator jolted in an upward motion before moving downwards with a low mechanic humming sound that filled the box.

The elevator lights suddenly began to flicker but neither Kija or Hak made any indication of noticing as they maintained their upright position and stoic expression. They sustained this position even after the elevator started to jerk. It jerked three times, with one especially high ear-splitting mechanic screech, before it halted to a complete stop.

This time, the flickering lights didn't turn back on. A moment of silence passes before Kija finally speaks up.

"This is normal correct?"

"Nope."

Hak turns on a flashlight and studies the buttons on the control panel. "I believe this has a weight limit, you must have broken it."

"What!" Kija raced forward to look at the panel. His eyes fell to the area that was being lit by Hawks flashlight. Kija's face scrunched up in a horrified expression. "My weight is nowhere near 6,000 pounds!"

"Exactly, that's why it broke."

"What do you- Hak! My hand doesn't even weigh that much!"

Instead of meeting Kija's exasperated expression, Hawk lowered his flashlight to look at the rest of the buttons and labels.  "It’s not the weight of your snake hand that I'm worried about.” Kija, who was utterly perplexed, was about to respond but Hawk cut him off. “They have an emergency button that sends out an alert. Looks like the only thing we can do is wait for help."

"This- this is preposterous. We can't waste time here! Lady Yona is waiting for us!" Kija takes out his dragon hand and was about to slash the elevator doors but Hawk quickly jumped in front of the doors with his hands raised to stop him.

“Hey! If you do that we will have to pay for the repairs and we are not in a position to afford that."

Kija, who still had his dragon hand raised in a slashing position, rolled his eyes. "That's hardly important. Yona gave us direct orders.” He pulled out a bag that he had been holding in his other hand. “Every second we spend in here is a second where she has to endure her pain and agony. She placed all her faith in us to end to it and you dare fail her because of the," he makes air quotation marks with his fingers, "economic expenses?"

Hak gave him a blank look. "All she said was that she wondered what a croissant tasted like. You're the one who misinterpreted it as an order."

"She didn't have to give it! I could feel her yearning."

Hak pushed his hair back in frustration and pressed his back against the door behind him. "Why did I agree to come with you?"