Erm, I run a private RO server… so I decided to write a collection of fanfics about it, since it's a bit quirky in its… extras. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own RO. I own anything else in here though… for the most part.

"Ugh, it's you. What do you want?" asked the undead chicken rudely to a blue-haired Genetic twirling his thin ponytail. The Genetic blinked once, staring at the chicken's nametag strapped onto its back.

"Your name is… Mr. Fluffy?" asked the Genetic, kneeling down to the chicken while trying not to grin or snicker. "That's quite a hilarious name, if I do say so myself. So what exactly do you do?" The undead chicken glared up at the Genetic, scowling with its beak in a way only a dead chicken can.

"I can reset crap, color people crappily, warp to crappy places, and rent crap out. What else do ya want a dead chicken to do, huh, punk?" crowed out Mr. Fluffy rudely to the Genetic, whose Bongun was glaring back at the chicken while bouncing. "And what's up with that guy? He looks pissed at the world."

The Genetic smiled lightly. "Don't worry about him. Metagross is always thoroughly annoyed. It's one of his… quirks."

The undead chicken laughed hysterically, and the Genetic frowned lightly at the chicken's behavior. "You named your Bongun after a POKéMON? Man, that's fuckin' hilarious!"

Metagross - the Bongun, not the flying saucer Pokémon itself - pointed its Gravekeeper's Sword at the undead chicken with a large scowl. "Laugh at me again for my name, Mr. Fluffy," Metagross demanded, his voice more venomous than the Dark Lord himself, "and I will make sure I will send you straight back to Niflheim where you belong."

Mr. Fluffy, thoroughly afraid for his little undead life, nodded frantically with his chicken head and glanced up at the Genetic. "So, wh-what d'ya wanna do, mister…"

"Fimbulvetr's my name, Mr. Fluffy," the Genetic responded with a hint of a Yuno accent, "and I would absolutely adore you if you warped my pals and I to the Lighthalzen Bio Lab, if it's fair to send us there."

"Well, the warp to that particular area is a little… weird, Fim-boy," Mr. Fluffy responded, wagging around his wing. "It sends you onto a ledge you're not supposed to go on to outside of the lab, and you need a Laboratory Permit in order to get in the damn place in the first place. I've been trying to get the boss-man himself to change the warp point to inside the lab itself, but, y'know, it's difficult to get a hold of the administrators and game masters on this stupid server."

"Eh, I wouldn't call this server 'stupid', per say," Fimbulvetr stated, rubbing his chin, "but I can go with 'new and inexperienced'. You know the administrator made you all by themselves? Along with setting up the server and testing it? You were beta-ed by the head game master, but were mainly created by the admin."

"Huh," the undead chicken went on. "And here I thought I was just scrapped off the dead end of eAthena's NPC board or something. No one wants rude chickens anymore, anyway."

"Absolutely right!" Fimbulvetr told the chicken with a smile, chewing on the leaf in his mouth while a marionette doll dangled off his head. "Now, you said the Bio Lab doesn't go directly to the Bio Lab?"

The chicken nodded, cocking its head to the side. "Why, ya gonna contact the Warpra Foundation and do something about it?"

Fimbulvetr shook his head. "Not exactly. I'm just going to warp to the Bio Lab myself, find a good starting point, edit the script, and then reset you so it functions correctly! Very exciting, isn't it?"

Mr. Fluffy stared at the Genetic, and Metagross arched an eyebrow towards the confused chicken. "If you are as dense as you seem," Metagross stated nonchalantly, "he simply admitted to you that he is the administrator of this particular server, and that he will reinstate the location of the Lighthalzen Bio Lab for you. He has control over every action you've ever done, Mr. Fluffy."

Mr. Fluffy fainted.