Evil Author's Day: Minnified by samsas

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Author's Disclaimer:

I do not own any of the characters, movies, TV shows, companies, books, comics, photo's, anime, cartoons, music or other copy righted materials not listed. Used in the writing of the fan fiction posted here. I only claim ownership of original characters and plot.

No money, jewels, gold or other monetary assets were gain from the writing of this fan fiction. All works have not been edited by individuals other than myself, expect spelling errors, grammar errors and possible random rants in odd directions.

The author is also not a profuse writer and suffers from Adulting and ADD, she really misses her sanity some days. This would be author has mostly-retired.

TAGS: Child Abuse/Neglect Implied, Adult Language, Ficlet, Failed Story Start, Evil Author's Day, On Hiatus, Not Cannon, Does not follow Time Line, Character Bashing, Not Beta Read

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Introduction

It is said that our lives are shaped by the choices that we make, while others claim it is destiny or fate which governs our future. Whatever way you look at it there are omnipotent beings out there watching us and no matter what you think; not all of them have our best interest at heart. However there is a balance that has to be maintained, a sort of unwritten rule book on what can or cannot be done down on the mortal plane.

And plans no matter who devises them often times have a habit of going awry, leaving behind consequences too great to be ignore. You all are probably wondering what the hell I am talking about. Thinking my words are the ramblings of a lunatic don’t worry about it, I never claimed to be sane and besides sanity over rated anyways.

You see my story all started when those all powerful, meddling bastards up there screwed up big time. In their arrogant thought to fix the problem, by resetting the playing field if you will. Which leads to my present predicament of having my sarcastic 39 year old butt minified. I am not a happy boy and yes I do mean boy, in all of my eight year old glory.

The little glitch in their plans as if you all haven’t figured that out yet, I remember everything. I like to believe that our life is shaped by the choices we make and screw fate and destiny.

19xx

Every individual is shaped by the hands of time and experience; it is irrevocably a part of being human. Finding yourself in a younger and short version of yourself doesn’t change that fact and now you see my dilemma. Let’s face it my childhood the first time around was pretty craptastic to say the least. The only thing I had going for me back then was Jesse and Willow.

Xander paused as the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard stomping across the ceiling of the basement. Grimacing at the sound of another drunken argument between his parents, which ended with his dad slamming the front door and the family car peeling out of the drive way in a squeal of rubber. Shaking his head he went back to writing in the old battered notebook he had found. A therapist he had been seeing in his prior life had suggested keeping a journal as a way to deal with crap in his life. Dawn had talked him into it after one of his darker depressions had resulted in him doing some rash and suicidal stunts.

Unfortunately back then I didn’t know what I do now and there is a reckoning way over due between Willow and I. How can you face the one time friend, sister in all but blood with the realization of what a selfish, manipulative, controlling, back stabbing, power hungry bitch she is or should I say will be? Especially with the clarity of hind sight shows her manipulations tendencies as far back as this? I have no freaking idea what to do about this.

Closing the notebook Xander tossed it onto the top of the old milk crate he was using for a night stand. Even if someone did pick it up he would be surprised to hell if they could read the long dead demonic language he had written it in. His room consisted of an old mattress on the floor in the corner of basement along with a couple of blankets and pillows. He had been five when his dad, no Tony had told his mom he didn’t want to see that little bastards face any more and he had been moved down here.

Looking over the gloomy and dank room he shook his head, before reaching over to shut off the beat up lamp. Quite a few things needed to change in his life, the question however is how to go about getting them done. It was barely six as he slipped out of the basement doorway and through the kitchen towards to side door. A grimace of distaste crossed his lips at the smell of cheap alcohol and scattered beer cans and booze bottles. Pass life experience had taught him to make himself scarce on weekends, out of sight and out of mind was a rule to live by in the Harris household.

Slipping out of the door of the house he started his normal track through the neighborhood. His was amused and surprised as how many small details of his childhood took on new meaning with the knowledge he had now. Passing Pastor Evan’s home, he took in the details of the old Victorian styled house in a new light.

What once he, Willow and Jesse took for an expression of the man’s calling, now under his jaded eyes took on new definitions as battlements and defensive measures in a town filled with the un-dead. The quaint white picketed fence with the crucifixion cut outs, serving as one of many redundant protections surrounding the man’s home. More surprising was the fact he was not alone. Xander was able picked out a few other homes throughout Sunnyhell with similar subdue protections, from religious icons to tingly tell-tell feeling of magical warding against his skin.

As he walked down the road he smiled at Mrs. Peterson his second grade teacher, as the woman took her daily walk around the neighborhood with her dog Albert. He and Jesse had though it funny back then that she had named her dog after her missing husband. Now Xander mused he had his doubts that Mr. Peterson was not so much as missing, than hidden in plain sight.

Tugging a strain of graying hair back behind her ear. The good nature plump woman stopped to talk to him much to the annoyance of the small pudgy bull dog walking by her side.

“Good morning Alexander, are you enjoying your summer vacation?”

Plastering on a goofy grin, he gave a shy shrug before shuffling his feet.

“So far it been good Mrs. Peterson”

Looking down with hidden amusement he couldn’t help himself from chirping out a greeting the canine.

“Hello Albert, how are you today?”

Receiving back a series of low growls and grunts from the chubby pooch. Xander raised an eyebrow and shot an inquisitive look at the woman.

“Oh he’s fine dear, a bit impatient to get home. Apparently there is a football game on this morning he wants to watch.”

Earning a huff of annoyance and another rumbling reply from her four legged companion.

“Oh alright Albert”

With a small apologetic smile.

“I best be going or I won’t hear the end of it from him.”

With a small wave the duo continued their way down the walk.

Xander smirked as bits of conversation drifted back from the departing couple, confirming his suspicions.

“Yes, yes, I know Albert. Dear, you knew when you married me what my family was like. Well it wasn’t very smart of you to call my mother names behind her back now either. Yes dear, I’ll ask her to change you back if not for your sake then at least for mine."

The End.

samsas is the author of 37 other stories.

This story is part of the series, Into the Void: Evil Author's Day and Drabble Collection. The previous story in the series is Evil Author's Day: A little help from my friends. The next story in the series is Evil Author's Day: Rats... (Changing Worlds Uni).

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Evil Author's Day: Minnified by samsas [Reviews - 0] Table of Contents - Text Size + Author's Chapter Notes: Author's Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, movies, TV shows, companies, books, comics, photo's, anime, cartoons, music or other copy righted materials not listed. Used in the writing of the fan fiction posted here. I only claim ownership of original characters and plot. No money, jewels, gold or other monetary assets were gain from the writing of this fan fiction. All works have not been edited by individuals other than myself, expect spelling errors, grammar errors and possible random rants in odd directions. The author is also not a profuse writer and suffers from Adulting and ADD, she really misses her sanity some days. This would be author has mostly-retired. TAGS: Child Abuse/Neglect Implied, Adult Language, Ficlet, Failed Story Start, Evil Author's Day, On Hiatus, Not Cannon, Does not follow Time Line, Character Bashing, Not Beta Read *************************************************** Introduction It is said that our lives are shaped by the choices that we make, while others claim it is destiny or fate which governs our future. Whatever way you look at it there are omnipotent beings out there watching us and no matter what you think; not all of them have our best interest at heart. However there is a balance that has to be maintained, a sort of unwritten rule book on what can or cannot be done down on the mortal plane. And plans no matter who devises them often times have a habit of going awry, leaving behind consequences too great to be ignore. You all are probably wondering what the hell I am talking about. Thinking my words are the ramblings of a lunatic don’t worry about it, I never claimed to be sane and besides sanity over rated anyways. You see my story all started when those all powerful, meddling bastards up there screwed up big time. In their arrogant thought to fix the problem, by resetting the playing field if you will. Which leads to my present predicament of having my sarcastic 39 year old butt minified. I am not a happy boy and yes I do mean boy, in all of my eight year old glory. The little glitch in their plans as if you all haven’t figured that out yet, I remember everything. I like to believe that our life is shaped by the choices we make and screw fate and destiny. 19xx Every individual is shaped by the hands of time and experience; it is irrevocably a part of being human. Finding yourself in a younger and short version of yourself doesn’t change that fact and now you see my dilemma. Let’s face it my childhood the first time around was pretty craptastic to say the least. The only thing I had going for me back then was Jesse and Willow. Xander paused as the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard stomping across the ceiling of the basement. Grimacing at the sound of another drunken argument between his parents, which ended with his dad slamming the front door and the family car peeling out of the drive way in a squeal of rubber. Shaking his head he went back to writing in the old battered notebook he had found. A therapist he had been seeing in his prior life had suggested keeping a journal as a way to deal with crap in his life. Dawn had talked him into it after one of his darker depressions had resulted in him doing some rash and suicidal stunts. Unfortunately back then I didn’t know what I do now and there is a reckoning way over due between Willow and I. How can you face the one time friend, sister in all but blood with the realization of what a selfish, manipulative, controlling, back stabbing, power hungry bitch she is or should I say will be? Especially with the clarity of hind sight shows her manipulations tendencies as far back as this? I have no freaking idea what to do about this. Closing the notebook Xander tossed it onto the top of the old milk crate he was using for a night stand. Even if someone did pick it up he would be surprised to hell if they could read the long dead demonic language he had written it in. His room consisted of an old mattress on the floor in the corner of basement along with a couple of blankets and pillows. He had been five when his dad, no Tony had told his mom he didn’t want to see that little bastards face any more and he had been moved down here. Looking over the gloomy and dank room he shook his head, before reaching over to shut off the beat up lamp. Quite a few things needed to change in his life, the question however is how to go about getting them done. It was barely six as he slipped out of the basement doorway and through the kitchen towards to side door. A grimace of distaste crossed his lips at the smell of cheap alcohol and scattered beer cans and booze bottles. Pass life experience had taught him to make himself scarce on weekends, out of sight and out of mind was a rule to live by in the Harris household. Slipping out of the door of the house he started his normal track through the neighborhood. His was amused and surprised as how many small details of his childhood took on new meaning with the knowledge he had now. Passing Pastor Evan’s home, he took in the details of the old Victorian styled house in a new light. What once he, Willow and Jesse took for an expression of the man’s calling, now under his jaded eyes took on new definitions as battlements and defensive measures in a town filled with the un-dead. The quaint white picketed fence with the crucifixion cut outs, serving as one of many redundant protections surrounding the man’s home. More surprising was the fact he was not alone. Xander was able picked out a few other homes throughout Sunnyhell with similar subdue protections, from religious icons to tingly tell-tell feeling of magical warding against his skin. As he walked down the road he smiled at Mrs. Peterson his second grade teacher, as the woman took her daily walk around the neighborhood with her dog Albert. He and Jesse had though it funny back then that she had named her dog after her missing husband. Now Xander mused he had his doubts that Mr. Peterson was not so much as missing, than hidden in plain sight. Tugging a strain of graying hair back behind her ear. The good nature plump woman stopped to talk to him much to the annoyance of the small pudgy bull dog walking by her side. “Good morning Alexander, are you enjoying your summer vacation?” Plastering on a goofy grin, he gave a shy shrug before shuffling his feet. “So far it been good Mrs. Peterson” Looking down with hidden amusement he couldn’t help himself from chirping out a greeting the canine. “Hello Albert, how are you today?” Receiving back a series of low growls and grunts from the chubby pooch. Xander raised an eyebrow and shot an inquisitive look at the woman. “Oh he’s fine dear, a bit impatient to get home. Apparently there is a football game on this morning he wants to watch.” Earning a huff of annoyance and another rumbling reply from her four legged companion. “Oh alright Albert” With a small apologetic smile. “I best be going or I won’t hear the end of it from him.” With a small wave the duo continued their way down the walk. Xander smirked as bits of conversation drifted back from the departing couple, confirming his suspicions. “Yes, yes, I know Albert. Dear, you knew when you married me what my family was like. Well it wasn’t very smart of you to call my mother names behind her back now either. Yes dear, I’ll ask her to change you back if not for your sake then at least for mine." The End. samsas is the author of 37 other stories. This story is part of the series, Into the Void: Evil Author's Day and Drabble Collection. The previous story in the series is Evil Author's Day: A little help from my friends. The next story in the series is Evil Author's Day: Rats... (Changing Worlds Uni). You must login (register) to review.

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