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twoskeletons's NovakCest 'Verse
Hey, here's another addition to the Novakcest Verse. The episode in question is Changing Channels. My version of the Trickster is played by David Tennant. *grins*
"Heaven or hell, which side you on?" Jacob asked the Trickster.
The Trickster shrugged, as if the question was pointless. "I'm on my side."
Jacob ignored the shocked gasp from Jimmy behind him and continued. "Yeah, right. You're on your knees for Michael or Lucifer. Which one is it?
"You listen to me. I'm not on either of those S.O.B.s' side. Believe me."
"Oh, you're definitely somebody's bitch boy."
The Trickster's smile vanished and an expression of fury crossed his face. He grabbed Jacob by the collar and slammed him into the wall, using his slight height advantage to loom menacingly over Jacob. "Don't you ever, ever assume you know what I am." He smiled dangerously as a flicker of fear crossed Jacob's face. "Now listen very closely. I'll say it only once. Here's what you're gonna do." He looked between Jimmy and Jacob as he spoke. "You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you."
"And if we don't?" Jimmy asked hesitantly from behind the Trickster. He knew that the Trickster was dangerous as the Trickster had killed Jacob over and over in numerous ways on all those Tuedays that he was unlikely to forget any time soon. The demigod had banished Castiel to who only knew where as easily as swatting a fly. Jimmy didn't put it past the Trickster to kill Jacob right there and then to just prove a point and then bring him back. "I'm not killing my brother."
The Trickster grinned mischievously. "Then you'll stay here in TV Land. Forever. Three hundred channels and, uh, nothing's on." The Trickster couldn't resist adding some final words. "The way I see it, the big battle could end one of two ways. One, they end up killing each other, scorching the Earth as they do so, or, two, just end up screwing each other's brains out. There's a lot of issues there. Better bring the popcorn. It's going to be one hell of a show." He snapped his fingers sending them to a different television show.
One of these days, I will write the full version of the alternate episodes.
"Heaven or hell, which side you on?" Jacob asked the Trickster.
The Trickster shrugged, as if the question was pointless. "I'm on my side."
Jacob ignored the shocked gasp from Jimmy behind him and continued. "Yeah, right. You're on your knees for Michael or Lucifer. Which one is it?
"You listen to me. I'm not on either of those S.O.B.s' side. Believe me."
"Oh, you're definitely somebody's bitch boy."
The Trickster's smile vanished and an expression of fury crossed his face. He grabbed Jacob by the collar and slammed him into the wall, using his slight height advantage to loom menacingly over Jacob. "Don't you ever, ever assume you know what I am." He smiled dangerously as a flicker of fear crossed Jacob's face. "Now listen very closely. I'll say it only once. Here's what you're gonna do." He looked between Jimmy and Jacob as he spoke. "You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you."
"And if we don't?" Jimmy asked hesitantly from behind the Trickster. He knew that the Trickster was dangerous as the Trickster had killed Jacob over and over in numerous ways on all those Tuedays that he was unlikely to forget any time soon. The demigod had banished Castiel to who only knew where as easily as swatting a fly. Jimmy didn't put it past the Trickster to kill Jacob right there and then to just prove a point and then bring him back. "I'm not killing my brother."
The Trickster grinned mischievously. "Then you'll stay here in TV Land. Forever. Three hundred channels and, uh, nothing's on." The Trickster couldn't resist adding some final words. "The way I see it, the big battle could end one of two ways. One, they end up killing each other, scorching the Earth as they do so, or, two, just end up screwing each other's brains out. There's a lot of issues there. Better bring the popcorn. It's going to be one hell of a show." He snapped his fingers sending them to a different television show.
One of these days, I will write the full version of the alternate episodes.