Teatime with Elopus (a GISHWHES story)
Author’s note: If you’d been following my Facebook page (and if you haven’t, why not?), you’ll remember I was commissioned to write a 140-word short story for a friend participating in GISHWHES. Well, now that the contest is over, here’s the story! The requirement, besides the word limit, was that it had to involve Misha Collins, the Queen of England, and the Elopus (the mascot for GISHWHES). Enjoy!
Teatime with the Elopus
By Nathan Marchand
Misha Collins kicked open the door to the Queen of England’s chamber, cocking his shiny magic shotgun. The elderly Queen dropped her teacup in shock, as did the half-elephant, half-octopus creature sitting across from her.
“Never fear, Your Majesty! I’m here to kill that unholy abomination!” Misha said, aiming his shotgun at the creature.
“But you’re just an actor!” replied the Queen.
“I’m a real-life monster hunter. Where do you think the Supernatural writers get their ideas?”
“Enough! You’ll do no such thing! The Elopus is my friend!”
Misha stopped. “That…spawn of Cthulhu…is your friend?!”
“How dare you call him that!”
“My apologies, Majesty.”
“Not all strange creatures are soul-eating monsters. Such prejudice!”
The Elopus huffed in agreement.
“Now go before I feed you to him!”
“But you said—”
“Be gone!”
“Yes, Majesty!” Misha said, stumbling out the door.
