Title: Good Day
Author: Luna "Tic" Vee
Rating: PG for language.
Fandom: Askewniverse. Dogma to be exact.
Pairing: NONE! AHAHAHAHA! A gen fic! From me no less!
Muahahahaaa! Well, almost a gen fic. Very very very minutely implied Jay/Bob...
Archive: Dunno why the hell you'd want to, but yes. To the J&SBSlash and KSSlash archives. 
Otherwise, ask.
Spoilers: For Dogma. Bunches.
Series/Sequel: Nope!
Warnings: Heavy lack of plot. Repetition up the wazoo. Tiny ref to Jay/Bob.
Summary: Metatron has a good day. Yes, that's really it.
Notes: What the fuck is this shit?

***

Mmm... It was one of those days when nothing could go wrong.

Absolutely nothing.

Absolutely NOTHING could possibly go wrong.

Nothing could knock him off his cloud.

Nothing.

The well-dressed voice of God walked down the street happily, smiling as he went. Rain poured 
down all around him, and thunder crashed overhead, while lightening streaked across the sky in
beautiful flashes of colour.

But not once did he get wet.

The pitter of raindrops smacking the pavement filled his ears, while the juxtaposition of 
hellish cracking from the sky made him smile. Today was a good day.

All was running smoothly in Heaven today. All was running relatively well on Earth. No renegade 
angels to keep in check. No missing deity to track down. No relatives of deities to lecture. No
closet-homosexual stoners to bitch at. And it was his day off.

Nobody was on the roads. Nobody was on the sidewalks. Nobody was outside, period, as the storm 
raged on. They just peered out their windows at the peculiar smiling man, who walked down the
center of the road, never once getting even dampened by the sheets of rain cascading down from 
the heavens.

Yes, thought Metatron, it was a wonderful day. Absolutely wonderful. Nothing could possibly put 
him out of his wonderful mood. Absolutely nothing. He was euphoric. The weather was beautiful, 
and he felt good for the first time in forever. He wished he could have more days like this off 
of work.

Yes, absolutely nothing could ruin his day.

That is, until he tripped and landed in a puddle.

Then his whole day was just shot.

***


I'm starting to wonder if I'm on crack and just don't know it...
*shrug*

Ore Bartleby ga himo de nante, shiranakatta ze! Yaru jan!
~Luna

(Translation: "I didn't know Bartleby was a pimp! WILD!")