Anything Drabble

Title: A Burnt Toast
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Spike, Dawn, Buffybot
Rating: R
Warnings: coarse language
Word count: 300 (Google Docs)
Notes: Set between S5 and S6
Summary: Spike doesn’t get along with the Buffybot
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.

Challenge: #305 - Fantastic
Cross-posted: My journal

—


Spike let himself in through the back door, finding Dawn seated at the kitchen island. “Hey!” she greeted.
“Hey. What in the bleedin’ hell is that?” he asked, pointing at a charred square on the plate in front of her.
She grimaced. “A toast.”
“Well, it’s burnt.”
“I know. Willow is still working on Buffybot’s cooking program. I can’t throw it away until she leaves, though; it’ll hurt her feelings.”
“It’s a sodding robot, Dawn. ‘It’ doesn’t have feelings.”
“Hello, Spike! You look fantastic today. Absolutely ravishing!” exclaimed the Buffybot, joining them into the kitchen all bubbly and broad smiles.

“Wasn’t Red supposed to erase this bullshit?” he growled, purposely ignoring the robot.
Dawn hesitated. “Well, she’s working on that. But—”
“No buts, tell her to work faster!” he snapped, grabbing the toast and shoving it in the trash, plate and all.
“No! That’s Dawn’s dinner!” protested the Buffybot, rushing to retrieve it.
“It’s burnt, you stupid bint! She can’t eat that,” he barked, slapping her hand away. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? Piss off!”
Spike shoved the robot to the side and strode out of the kitchen, growling.
The Buffybot stared at the kitchen door looking uncharacteristically sad.

“Spike is always cross with me. He doesn’t love me anymore, does he?”
Dawn walked up to her. “Oh, don’t mind him. He’s mad at everyone lately. Give me a hug?”
The Buffybot obliged, smiling. “Sure. You’re my little sister and I love you.”
Dawn sighed sadly. “Yeah, me too.”
“Look, it’s dark outside! I must patrol,” said the robot, releasing Dawn and marching out of the house.
Spike walked back into the kitchen.
“Do you have to be so rude to her?” asked Dawn.
“It, Nibblet. That’s not Buffy.”
“I know, but—”
“Sit. I’ll make you an edible toast.”