#zapulon

[magickinthewillows]

I'm starting to work on my next chapter for my Zapulon Fic. This is 'writing for yourself' at it's finest. 😝

[magickinthewillows]

Cameras flashed like strobe lights, like a pulse that quickened with every flash, every step forward. Calculon lifted his head, admiring his adoring fans, his brilliance reflected in their cheers, their screams.

“Tonight,” he declared, pausing for effect, “you will witness a performance so moving – so utterly transcendent – that even the spirit of Shakespeare himself would rise from the grave… to applaud me!”

The crowd roared. Calculon raised a clamp for silence he didn’t truly want.

“A tale of love! Of loss! And of the triumph of pure theatrical excellence – brought to you, of course, by me… the incomparable Calculon!”

With a flourish of his clamp, Calculon turned, basking in the spotlight that he knew adored him almost as much as the crowd did. The audience erupted. If the screams of his fans had been thunderous before, they now ascended into a higher, almost operatic frequency, shaking the very popcorn from its buckets.

“Please, please!” Calculon cried, raising both of his clamps as if to quell the storm – though the dazzling brightness of his optics, a robot’s own version of a radiant smile, betrayed that he wanted nothing more than for it to continue. “There’s enough Calculon for everyone – though, truly, can there ever be enough of me?”

He struck a pose – half-hero, half-tragic lover – while security robots desperately tried to contain the tide of adoration. His optics brightened further as he tilted his head toward the night sky, joyous laughter spilling from him – warm, rich, and entirely self-satisfied.

He owned the red carpet as completely as he owned their hearts.

And when the screaming reached its crescendo, Calculon brandished his pen like a sword – each autograph a gleaming strike, slicing ever deeper into the hearts of his fans and carving a permanent spot into their devotion.  

“To the fortunate witness of this autograph: you have beheld brilliance incarnate – Calculon” read one.

Another: “Your adoration fuels my brilliance – Calculon”.

And another, to a poor college student: “To whomever owns this inferior paper, you now possess a relic of true greatness. Treasure it. – Calculon”.

Each signature, a miniature performance in itself, leaving his fans swooning.

And then… Zapp Brannigan. Calculon paused, optics brightening ever so slightly, pen hovering:

“To the indomitable Captain Brannigan — in awe of your… heroic brilliance - Calculon.”