Cross-over from Hell

An article by Kali

Everyone meet Stephanie. Everyone meet Max.

Now then… the cross-over from hell.

Stephanie eyed the newcomer with more than a little curiosity as he sauntered into the town square. He must have come from the circus that had set up just outside of town. That she was sure of.

For one thing, he wasn’t dressed like everyone else in town. His clothes were all pink, like hers. What little clothes he wore, that is. His jacket looked like something that could have been pulled out of her own closet. And his pants…she wasn’t exactly sure what was holding his pants up, but if they slipped any lower, it would be dreadful.

Furthermore, he wasn’t built like any of the short and stocky citizens of LazyTown. He was more like Sportacus and herself. He had long, delicate fingers and smooth but still human looking skin. His hair had separate strands.

His very pink hair had separate strands.

Curiously, she touched her own cotton-candy colored locks and an absurd notion popped into her head.

She always thought that she and Sportacus were the only different ones, but what if…

No, she thought,don’t be silly.

But she didn’t look a thing like her parents, and she certainly didn’t look like Uncle.

Garnering her courage, she took a deep breath and tugged on one of his playing-card printed sleeves. “Excuse me…are you my daddy?”