Characters: Sid, Buffy.
Word Count: 400
Spoilers: The Puppet Show.
Summary: Sid the demon hunter is determined to finally break the magical curse that turned him into a ventriloquist’s dummy.
Content Notes: None needed.
Written For: Challenge 263: Magic at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BTVS, or the characters. They belong to Joss Whedon.
A/N: For TheConjuringMind. I hope this is what you wanted.
Sid may be a little short for a demon hunter, and okay, a lot wooden, but that’s never stopped him before and he’s not about to let it stop him now, not after everything he’s been through to get to this point. He’s already defeated six, just has one more to go, and then he’ll be freed from the magical curse he’s been under for the last few decades.
It’s great motivation; being a dummy sucks like you wouldn’t believe. He can’t eat, drink, or enjoy the pleasures of the flesh… This is no kind of existence for a red-blooded man; it’s torture watching everyone around him live their lives, never realising just how lucky they are. He’d give anything to be human again, to experience the pleasure and the pain of living; instead here he is, an animated dummy, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, he’s pretty sure he’s developing woodworm.
On the plus side, he’s closing in on that last pesky demon, and he’s almost positive he knows which of the kids it is; the blonde girl. He’s gotta admit the demon knows how to pick ‘em; she’s quite the hottie, all nubile and limber. If he was a few decades younger and still human…
Sid shakes his head, dismissing that thought and forcing his mind back on track; this is no time to get distracted, regardless of his quarry’s physical attributes. He needs to keep in mind just what this creature does to survive, stealing young bodies and lives. If he doesn’t finish this before the demon claims the human heart and brain it needs to keep its current form it’ll escape and he’ll have to wait seven long years before he gets another chance. After all this time he’s so tired he just wants it to be over, no matter what it takes.
He waits impatiently until he can get the girl alone then attacks her, but despite taking her by surprise she fights him off. Having been so close to victory, the bitterness of defeat is like having a bucket of cold water dumped over him.
“You win. Now you can take your heart and your brain and move on,” he tells her.
Only it’s not over yet, because the girl thought Sid was the demon! They’re fighting on the same side.
Hope blossoms in Sid’s poor, unbeating wooden heart; there’s still a chance.