Jonni on the Couch

Despite the surprising roster of super-powered heroes and heroines who frequent Coastal City, cleaning up the streets can be a lot of work.

And work is tiring.

Jonni collapsed on the couch and propped her feet up on the nearby ottoman. "What a day," she said to herself as she fumbled under the cushions looking for that bag of chips she had stuffed under there lazily last night. Today she had tracked down that purse snatcher who was terrorizing the neighborhood, rescued a kite from a tree, beat up a bunch of rats that were trying to take over the local sewage processing facility, and convinced a man threatening to throw himself from a bridge that he was in fact invulnerable and the only way to end his life was to turn himself over to the police and see a professional therapist who would discover his weakness for him. Not the brightest bulb, that one.

Unable to locate her wayward snack, Jonni sighed melodramatically to herself and slouched off into the kitchen where she located a new bag of spud bits and assaulted it like it owed her money. Returning to the living room, she prepared to once again plop down on the couch when she noticed that her seat was taken. By two plush teddies.

She blinked in confusion.

They blinked back.

She blinked in alarm!

They blinked back.

She glanced back and forth about the room uncertainly. Nobody else was there, and there weren't all that many places to hide. She couldn't afford an apartment with a lot of rooms. Or furniture. Why do the bad guys get all the money?

She returned her attention to the two creatures sitting on her couch. They continued to study her quizzically. Slowly, she extended the bag of chips in her hand. The two plush animals hopped off the couch and padded over to her, stopping just in front of her feet, their eyes glued to the bag of chips she held suspended in midair.

She placed the bag down on the floor and said, "Well, since you've already made yourself at home, you may as well eat something. After that, you've gotta go, though. The landlord's got a thing against pets." The two animals stopped and looked up at her as she said this. They stared at her for a moment and then one of them threw himself at her feet. She stared at him incredulously as the little creature hugged her leg.

"You guys don't take rejection well, do you?" she asked as she plucked the flailing bear from her leg. She intended to make for the door and send the little furballs on their way, but she didn't realize until too late that her shoelaces had somehow gotten tied together. She pitched forward and went straight for the ground face first. As she was about to make contact, the other stuffed animal slid into view with some sort of cloth in his hands. Her face bounced harmlessly against the cloth and the stuffed animal beneath it. She would have been grateful, but whatever the cloth had been soaked with was very fast acting, and she didn't really have a chance to do anything more than sigh happily as she sauntered off to dreamland.

When she awoke again, she was on the couch. Her head was foggy and refused to clear, and there was a strange smell in her nostrils that she couldn't get rid of. In a blur, she tried to sit up, only to discover that her arms and legs weren't doing what she wanted them to. Must have been that tequila she had for . . . no wait, that was yesterday.

As she tried to figure out what was going on, one of the stuffed bears came into view. She tried to ask him to give her a hand, but her words were muffled. The little bear put it's paw forward and pressed it against whatever was over her mouth. The smell got stronger and Jonni's eyes rolled back into her head . . .

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How does one tie up a heroine who can teleport out of her bonds? Plush bears and knockout drugs, obviously! Jonni-on-the-Spot has a run-in with the Fluffy Ones, and as per usual, succumbs to their fuzzy machinations!

Jonni is the OC of and is used with permission.