A tale of Gremlins & Killer Clowns
» Compiled from [x] & [x] || @parallellives Andy & Prue
Prue’s across Andy on the table and it’s like a western stare down. Crossing her fingers she makes a funny face at him, before puffing up her lips. She’s trying to come to a decision, which is normally very easy for her, but not now. She’s underestimated him before. Gravely, when she cast a spell on him for too little a time for his reaction. He’s got extensive knowledge of both comic and horror films so that’s already a step up than normal people. He knows the tropes…she looks at the paper. She’s already put real chance of survival, but she feels its somewhere in the middle. She highlights both but acts like shes erasing something briskly to make him nervous. She has to have fun with this too. She sucks in her lip and narrows her eyes playfully at him. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Andy’s of course, taking things just as seriously as Prue is. He doesn’t want to be rushed. He starts to dissect it, just as he does when he has a case. There has to be a weighing of all factors. “Would Prue survive a horror flick,” he wonders aloud. “Well, that entirely depends on your powers. With powers? That killer’s got another thing coming for him; you could turn his own weapon against him, or restrain him for the heroic detective that comes in to supposedly save you…” He winked at her for emphasis.“Without powers? Well, Prue, don’t get me wrong here, but you were afraid of the Gremlins…” He teased, laughing out loud as he remembered the time he personally gave her that phobia, the word mogwai still echoing in his head. “Two stars.” He grinned.
As they went through their sheets, comparing each other’s weaknesses, an ominous silence swept around them. Neither noticed as they continued to discuss the horror genre. Then suddenly the room started to shift, and move around. Prue got up from the table quickly, placing herself in front of Andy as she held his hand. “Stay close, I don’t know what’s going on...” she uttered feeling a blast of cold air hit them at once, forcing them to fall on what appeared wet gravel beneath them, and nothing that looked like the Halliwell manor. Prue got up, alerted trying to shield the fear. “Andy. Andy are you alright?” she asked. Even if the real question she wanted to ask was, ‘what the hell just happened.’ Before she could hear what he said, a bottle of liquor was thrown nearby her with a screeching ‘weeeee,’ and a scurrying through the bushes. Her eyes bulged out, “Are you kidding me. Gremlins?! Andy. What did you do?!”
