Post by Rockinmuffin on Jun 26, 2006 14:22:21 GMT -5
This is my very first attempt at CYOA, so be warned. Mwahahahahahahaha…
Basically, in this story you’re a security guard at the Domino Museum. That’s about it; the rest of the story will explain itself, depending on what path you choose of course!
Your name will appear as _____, got it? Good. Have a cookie.
I’m not even sure how I got this idea, but it kind of stuck in my mind, so here it is. O.o Warning: this fic is AU and shall contain dirty language, senseless violence, mention of drugs, mindless humor, and sexual innuendos galore! I’m such a loser.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh! If I ever got my hands on it, Kazuki Takahashi would probably kill himself. …It’s sad because it’s true. ;___;
Page 1
You casually leaned against the wall next to the Egyptian exhibit, humming the song “Funky Town” as you lazily inspected your fingernails. Night shifts at the Museum were soooooo boring. Nothing ever happened in the quaint little city of Domino, with the exception of the occasional brawl between a couple of wannabe duelists over some lame-o cards. Pfft, losers.
You heard the sound of footsteps echo throughout the Museum and looked away from your nails, inspecting the figure that now stood exactly ten feet in front of you. It was obviously a man; his tall height and his way-too-flat-to-be-a-woman’s chest was enough to tell you that. His eyes were a deep brown and his hair was the same color, coming up to stick in a dangerously sharp point. Briefly recognizing the mysterious figure to be none other than your partner-for-the-night, Tristan, you directed your attention back down towards your nails, checking them for dirt.
Tristan made his way over to you, leaning against the glass display case that featured some fine Ancient Egyptian jewelry that was to your left. A smirk made its way over his features as he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, trying to strike a Joe Cool pose but failing miserably. “So, _____, a penny for your thoughts?”
You looked up at Tristan curiously. You weren’t too used to people talking to you on the job. You usually worked your shifts guarding a section or two of the museum by yourself, but that was during the daytime hours. Apparently it was more dangerous at night so more guards were needed. The most you ever had to worry about during the day was that pesky kid that liked to ride through the museum on his skateboard. The stupid punk.
Then again, you’d known Tristan for a couple months now; ever since you got the job guarding the museum; and he always seemed to be talkative when he was around you.
“I’m so BORED!” you complained as you folded your arms behind your neck. “Nothing exciting ever happens here. Seriously, when’s the last time anyone even TRIED to break into this stupid museum?”
“Just last week” Tristan stated, giving you a smug look.
“That doesn’t count. That guy was on LSD. The only reason he tried to break into the museum in the first place was to escape from the giant purple lizards that wanted to devour his flesh.” You chuckled to yourself as you recalled that day. That guy had been as high as a kite; he thought Tristan was a giant banana and tried to eat him. Ah, good times, good times.
Tristan shivered as he remembered that fateful day. “Please, _____, don’t remind me. I’m STILL trying to repress those memories.”
“Remember when he tried to peel you by ripping off your pants?!”
“STOP TALKING!” Tristan shouted as he covered his ears and scrunched up his eyes, trying his best to tune you out. You snickered at your partner’s efforts to ignore you, but you knew the damage was already done. It looked like he’d be having those Banana Split nightmares again tonight…
Speaking of Banana Splits, you were hungry. You had skipped dinner earlier because you were much too busy …sleeping… and now you were starting to regret it.
You slumped down against the floor as your stomach voiced its hunger aloud, causing Tristan to raise an amused eyebrow at you. You ignored him as you placed your hands on your stomach in a pathetic attempt to sooth it of its pain.
“Hungry?” Tristan asked, kneeling down so that he was at your eye-level.
“No shit, Sherlock” you grumbled while giving him the best glare you could manage in your current condition.
“Aww, _____, you’re so mean! That’s no way to treat the guy that’s about to offer to go get you something to eat” Tristan stated, trying to hold back a chuckle as your eyes instantly lit up with unadulterated joy at the prospect of being able to fill your troublesome stomach.
Your eyes filled up with unshed tears as you looked at Tristan. “I love you!” you squealed as you pulled your pointy-haired partner down into a back-breaking bear hug. “Tristan, you’re just like a superhero, but without the super powers or the bright, colorful spandex!”
“Can’t…breathe…” Tristan barely gasped out as your grip on him tightened. After you amused yourself by watching his face change colors, you released your grip on him and allowed him to regain his breath. “Geez, what was THAT for, _____? You could’ve killed me!”
“Aww, you’re just a big baby.” You snickered at the immature pout Tristan sent you and responded by sticking your tongue out at him.
Tristan sighed as he stood up and brushed off his pant legs. “Why do I put up with you?” he asked, crossing his arms as he stared down at you.
You knew it was more of a rhetorical question then anything else, but decided to answer him nonetheless. “Because I’m booty-licious and you wanna sex me up” you said with an ear-to-ear grin.
Tristan looked at you for a moment longer, an expressionless look on his face, until he closed his eyes and sighed. He stood there, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as if he was mulling over something. “Darn, you saw right through my cover.” He opened one amber brown eye in order to observe your reaction.
You merely smiled at what Tristan said. You liked Tristan; he was fun to hang around with and he made you feel almost normal in comparison. Almost. Your eyes sparkled with laughter as you watched Tristan saunter away to go get you some grub, purposely swinging his hips in exaggerated motions from side to side as he walked away, obviously intent on giving you a little show.
Soon, the pointy-haired brunette’s form disappeared from your sight as he turned a corner down the hall, most likely heading towards the vending machine near the entrance. You always wondered why the Domino Museum had a vending machine near the entrance; it seemed rather pointless. People didn’t come to Museums to snack… Actually, most people didn’t come to the museum at all unless they were on a school fieldtrip. The only other people that ever came were all senior citizens.
Your mind rambled on and on, thinking about nothing of any importance for absolutely no reason at all besides the fact that you were capable of doing so. Unfortunately, as your mind started contemplating how much wood a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood, your thoughts were interrupted by a strange sound. It sounded like a small thump. You assumed that Tristan must’ve come back with your snack and ended up tripping on his own fat feet for the umpteenth time. You were a bit confused when you didn’t hear anything else after the thumb; no groans of pain, no footsteps that signaled he’d gotten back up and was coming back to you, no nothing. That was just too weird.
You slowly stood up from your place on the floor, a befuddled look of utter confusion slowly spreading over your features. You started tip-toeing towards the place where the source of the sound came from; somewhere near where the mummy exhibit was displayed. A thin sheen of perspire started to form on your forehead as you sneakily crept closer and closer to where the thump originated from.
Your very creative and imaginative mind had somehow convinced you that some bad guy had to be hiding behind one of the display cases that featured some of the tools used in the mummification process. There was only one thing you could do now…
You rolled across the floor, pulling your gun out in the process and aiming it in front of you once you stopped rolling and ended up in a kneeling position. “Freeze, scumbag!” Congratulations; you just made a super cool police move, just like how the cops did it in the movies! Of course, it probably would’ve been cooler if there had actually been a bad guy there.
You sweat-dropped as you saw that no one was there. Chuckling nervously, you put your gun away back in its respective place on your belt. You stood up, dusting the dirt off your pant legs and sighed. “I sure hope Tristan comes back with my food soon; my hunger is starting to affect my brain” you said to yourself with a pout.
You turned around and started to head back towards where you originally were, the ancient Egyptian jewelry exhibit, when you heard that thump again. You wasted no time in turning around in a 180 degree angle. This time, instead of being met with nothingness, you found yourself face to face with a pair of dark reddish-brown eyes. You couldn’t see the rest of his features due to the black ski mask that covered his face. At least, you were pretty sure it was a man. Your own eyes widen as you stare at the stranger that you can only identify as some sort of cat burglar, your body momentarily in shock. Of course, you soon gathered your wits and decided you had to think up a plan and fast!
So, oh wise one, what are you going to do?
Fire a couple of warning shots on Page 2
Coax the burglar to give up and come into custody quietly on Page 3
Call for back-up on Page 4
Basically, in this story you’re a security guard at the Domino Museum. That’s about it; the rest of the story will explain itself, depending on what path you choose of course!
Your name will appear as _____, got it? Good. Have a cookie.
I’m not even sure how I got this idea, but it kind of stuck in my mind, so here it is. O.o Warning: this fic is AU and shall contain dirty language, senseless violence, mention of drugs, mindless humor, and sexual innuendos galore! I’m such a loser.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh! If I ever got my hands on it, Kazuki Takahashi would probably kill himself. …It’s sad because it’s true. ;___;
Page 1
You casually leaned against the wall next to the Egyptian exhibit, humming the song “Funky Town” as you lazily inspected your fingernails. Night shifts at the Museum were soooooo boring. Nothing ever happened in the quaint little city of Domino, with the exception of the occasional brawl between a couple of wannabe duelists over some lame-o cards. Pfft, losers.
You heard the sound of footsteps echo throughout the Museum and looked away from your nails, inspecting the figure that now stood exactly ten feet in front of you. It was obviously a man; his tall height and his way-too-flat-to-be-a-woman’s chest was enough to tell you that. His eyes were a deep brown and his hair was the same color, coming up to stick in a dangerously sharp point. Briefly recognizing the mysterious figure to be none other than your partner-for-the-night, Tristan, you directed your attention back down towards your nails, checking them for dirt.
Tristan made his way over to you, leaning against the glass display case that featured some fine Ancient Egyptian jewelry that was to your left. A smirk made its way over his features as he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, trying to strike a Joe Cool pose but failing miserably. “So, _____, a penny for your thoughts?”
You looked up at Tristan curiously. You weren’t too used to people talking to you on the job. You usually worked your shifts guarding a section or two of the museum by yourself, but that was during the daytime hours. Apparently it was more dangerous at night so more guards were needed. The most you ever had to worry about during the day was that pesky kid that liked to ride through the museum on his skateboard. The stupid punk.
Then again, you’d known Tristan for a couple months now; ever since you got the job guarding the museum; and he always seemed to be talkative when he was around you.
“I’m so BORED!” you complained as you folded your arms behind your neck. “Nothing exciting ever happens here. Seriously, when’s the last time anyone even TRIED to break into this stupid museum?”
“Just last week” Tristan stated, giving you a smug look.
“That doesn’t count. That guy was on LSD. The only reason he tried to break into the museum in the first place was to escape from the giant purple lizards that wanted to devour his flesh.” You chuckled to yourself as you recalled that day. That guy had been as high as a kite; he thought Tristan was a giant banana and tried to eat him. Ah, good times, good times.
Tristan shivered as he remembered that fateful day. “Please, _____, don’t remind me. I’m STILL trying to repress those memories.”
“Remember when he tried to peel you by ripping off your pants?!”
“STOP TALKING!” Tristan shouted as he covered his ears and scrunched up his eyes, trying his best to tune you out. You snickered at your partner’s efforts to ignore you, but you knew the damage was already done. It looked like he’d be having those Banana Split nightmares again tonight…
Speaking of Banana Splits, you were hungry. You had skipped dinner earlier because you were much too busy …sleeping… and now you were starting to regret it.
You slumped down against the floor as your stomach voiced its hunger aloud, causing Tristan to raise an amused eyebrow at you. You ignored him as you placed your hands on your stomach in a pathetic attempt to sooth it of its pain.
“Hungry?” Tristan asked, kneeling down so that he was at your eye-level.
“No shit, Sherlock” you grumbled while giving him the best glare you could manage in your current condition.
“Aww, _____, you’re so mean! That’s no way to treat the guy that’s about to offer to go get you something to eat” Tristan stated, trying to hold back a chuckle as your eyes instantly lit up with unadulterated joy at the prospect of being able to fill your troublesome stomach.
Your eyes filled up with unshed tears as you looked at Tristan. “I love you!” you squealed as you pulled your pointy-haired partner down into a back-breaking bear hug. “Tristan, you’re just like a superhero, but without the super powers or the bright, colorful spandex!”
“Can’t…breathe…” Tristan barely gasped out as your grip on him tightened. After you amused yourself by watching his face change colors, you released your grip on him and allowed him to regain his breath. “Geez, what was THAT for, _____? You could’ve killed me!”
“Aww, you’re just a big baby.” You snickered at the immature pout Tristan sent you and responded by sticking your tongue out at him.
Tristan sighed as he stood up and brushed off his pant legs. “Why do I put up with you?” he asked, crossing his arms as he stared down at you.
You knew it was more of a rhetorical question then anything else, but decided to answer him nonetheless. “Because I’m booty-licious and you wanna sex me up” you said with an ear-to-ear grin.
Tristan looked at you for a moment longer, an expressionless look on his face, until he closed his eyes and sighed. He stood there, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as if he was mulling over something. “Darn, you saw right through my cover.” He opened one amber brown eye in order to observe your reaction.
You merely smiled at what Tristan said. You liked Tristan; he was fun to hang around with and he made you feel almost normal in comparison. Almost. Your eyes sparkled with laughter as you watched Tristan saunter away to go get you some grub, purposely swinging his hips in exaggerated motions from side to side as he walked away, obviously intent on giving you a little show.
Soon, the pointy-haired brunette’s form disappeared from your sight as he turned a corner down the hall, most likely heading towards the vending machine near the entrance. You always wondered why the Domino Museum had a vending machine near the entrance; it seemed rather pointless. People didn’t come to Museums to snack… Actually, most people didn’t come to the museum at all unless they were on a school fieldtrip. The only other people that ever came were all senior citizens.
Your mind rambled on and on, thinking about nothing of any importance for absolutely no reason at all besides the fact that you were capable of doing so. Unfortunately, as your mind started contemplating how much wood a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood, your thoughts were interrupted by a strange sound. It sounded like a small thump. You assumed that Tristan must’ve come back with your snack and ended up tripping on his own fat feet for the umpteenth time. You were a bit confused when you didn’t hear anything else after the thumb; no groans of pain, no footsteps that signaled he’d gotten back up and was coming back to you, no nothing. That was just too weird.
You slowly stood up from your place on the floor, a befuddled look of utter confusion slowly spreading over your features. You started tip-toeing towards the place where the source of the sound came from; somewhere near where the mummy exhibit was displayed. A thin sheen of perspire started to form on your forehead as you sneakily crept closer and closer to where the thump originated from.
Your very creative and imaginative mind had somehow convinced you that some bad guy had to be hiding behind one of the display cases that featured some of the tools used in the mummification process. There was only one thing you could do now…
You rolled across the floor, pulling your gun out in the process and aiming it in front of you once you stopped rolling and ended up in a kneeling position. “Freeze, scumbag!” Congratulations; you just made a super cool police move, just like how the cops did it in the movies! Of course, it probably would’ve been cooler if there had actually been a bad guy there.
You sweat-dropped as you saw that no one was there. Chuckling nervously, you put your gun away back in its respective place on your belt. You stood up, dusting the dirt off your pant legs and sighed. “I sure hope Tristan comes back with my food soon; my hunger is starting to affect my brain” you said to yourself with a pout.
You turned around and started to head back towards where you originally were, the ancient Egyptian jewelry exhibit, when you heard that thump again. You wasted no time in turning around in a 180 degree angle. This time, instead of being met with nothingness, you found yourself face to face with a pair of dark reddish-brown eyes. You couldn’t see the rest of his features due to the black ski mask that covered his face. At least, you were pretty sure it was a man. Your own eyes widen as you stare at the stranger that you can only identify as some sort of cat burglar, your body momentarily in shock. Of course, you soon gathered your wits and decided you had to think up a plan and fast!
So, oh wise one, what are you going to do?
Fire a couple of warning shots on Page 2
Coax the burglar to give up and come into custody quietly on Page 3
Call for back-up on Page 4