Title: The Curse of the Autographed Football
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Length: Double drabble (200 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Feedback: Concrit adored! If you see something that can be improved upon, please let me know, even if it's only a typo.
Written for: The Ensemble challenge at WriterCon. The challenge was to write an argument over a cursed football between Willow, Cordy, Giles, Xander, Buffy, and Oz. In fifteen minutes. I've added a few phrases to make it exactly 200 words, and taken out some repeated words, but it's pretty much unchanged from the original.
"Weird," Oz commented.
"Can't we just...I don't know...throw it away?" Willow gazed at the object worriedly.
They stood gathered around a football, but at a respectable distance from it. It spun on its axis, chomping fangs at them.
"I'm not touching it." Cordy made a face. "Because, ew. Not to mention 'ow.'"
"Just throwing it away would be imprudent," Giles said, cleaning his glasses. "A child might find it."
"How do I slay a football?" Buffy glared at it.
Xander poked at the non-toothy end with his toe. The football spun, snapping, and he withdrew hurriedly. "I think this might be more of a guy thing. Maybe a play we can run to de-curse it?"
Buffy acted as though Xander hadn't spoken. "Bound to be something I can drop on it to flatten it. Anvil, maybe? Crossbow? Nail it to the ground?"
"We can't destroy it!" Xander protested. "Joe Namath signed it!"
"Joe who?" Cordy crossed her arms defensively when Xander glowered at her. "What?"
Oz reached into his back pocket and pulled out a yellow bandana, throwing it on the grass in front of the ball. Whimpering, it recoiled, and they all stared at him. "Penalty flag," he explained.