(Okay, I have officially done more of these fics than any other Society member. IS THAT GREAT, OR PATHETIC? YOU DECIDE. Anyway, this is the first multi-chapter fic SO FAR, AND, BEFORE YOU START, YOU MAY WANT TO LOOK AT MY STORIES. NOT JUST THE SOCIETY ONES, EITHER. It may help you understand. Anyway, enjoy!)

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Insert…NO TIME! SEVERE CRISIS IN THE TEEN TITANS FANDOM!

Chapter One

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"Attention, agents," Tash's voice insisted over the Library Arcanium's P.A. system. "Everyone report to the main room for an emergency meeting! This is not a drill!"

Every agent's face turned to one of distress. Tash didn't call emergency meetings every day. Whatever this was about, it must be serious!

As the members of the Anti-Cliché and Mary-Sue Elimination Society took their seats, they exchanged nervous glances, wondering what their leader had to say.

"What do you think it is?" asked Sumire, a young, black-haired girl. "Willowe?"

"Maybe a fandom's been ruined forever," suggested Willie, a boy dressed all in white with a big, black and gold sword who happened to be a main character and a self-insert.

"Or m-maybe s-s-someo-one h-here is t-t-turning int-t-to a M-Mary S-S-Sue," suggested Marcus' thought half, before his emotion half hit him upside the head for such a ridiculous suggestion.

Just then, Tash ran in, looking stressed.

"Everyone," she said. "We've got a situation. Come in, girls!" she requested.

In walked Valerie, Monika, Terrie, Stacey, and Danielle, looking terribly beaten up—more than Marcus after his fight in the Storm Hawks fandom, but less than Michael after DragonBall Z.

"What happened?" Blake gasped.

"It happened in the Teen Titans fandom," Terrie groaned.

"An entire team of Sues and Stus," Danielle added.

"They were just too much!" Valerie cried. "And it's like they weren't even trying!"

"They just seemed so obsessed with finishing a story," Monika commented. "We just seemed like their second priority!"

"That's strange," Adrian said, rubbing his chin in thought. "Normally Sues and Stus work alone, and are very flexible to changes in a story. Who were they?"

"Lauren, get them on screen!" Tash commanded.

Lauren, a short, dark-haired older girl, nodded and typed something into a computer console. Out of nowhere, a screen appeared, showing live footage of the Teen Titans fandom.

There was a fight going on, with a purple-haired girl and a boy in a red and yellow costume on one side and eight others fighting them and losing.

"Is that Terra?" Michael asked, pointing to a blonde, skinny girl on the screen.

"And Kid Flash and Jinx?" Willie inquired.

The Marcuses, however, just looked on in horror, then put their talisman halves together and combined back into one.

"It can't be…" he gasped. "It just can't!"

"Do you know something we don't, Marcus?" Tash asked.

Marcus continued to stare at the screen, looking worried.

"It's…Flare…" he said, staring at what seemed to be the team of eight's leader, a muscular Hawaiian 18-year-old.

"Flare?!" Blake repeated. "That's impossible! I arrested that Stu!"

Marcus didn't respond. He just got up and bolted out of the room. The others followed him, and he finally stopped in front of the door to an enormous vault with a computer screen and keyboard on it.

"Adrian," he ordered. "Check all entries from me in that fandom."

"Why?" the library's keeper asked, looking confused.

"Just do it!" Marcus snapped.

Adrian sighed and typed something on the keyboard. The screen lit up with the results.

"Two matches," Adrian reported.

"What are they?" Marcus demanded.

"They're untitled."

"Then just tell me the plots!"

Adrian listed off two story ideas, both gut-wrenchingly awful.

"That's it?" Marcus asked.

"That's it," Adrian told him. "I take it there should be more?"

"Guys!" Miri snapped, getting annoyed. "Will you please tell us what's going on?"

"All right," Marcus said, taking a deep breath before shouting "THE ELEMENTALS HAVE ESCAPED FROM THE VAULT!"

Rather than acting scared, everyone except Adrian just said "Vault?".

"The Vault of Abandoned Ideas!" Marcus shouted. "You know, where all stories go after the author gives up on them?"

"Didn't know about that," Sumire commented.

"None of us did," Tash said. "Why did you?"

"Funny story," the chunky agent replied.

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Flashback…

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"Hey, Adrian, what's this big vault?" Marcus asked, pointing to the giant vault door.

"That?" Adrian replied. "That's the Vault of Abandoned Ideas. It's where all stories go after the author gives up on them. Now help me hide these cookies from Tash."

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End Flashback

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"Well, maybe not funny 'ha, ha'…" he added. "Anyway, THE ELEMENTALS HAVE ESCAPED!"

"The Elementals?" Michael asked. "From your first fic?"

"Exactly," Marcus responded, a grim look on his face. "They're loose."

"Impossible!" Adrian argued. "There's absolutely no way out of the vault!"

"Yet they're in the fandom," Marcus noted. "And more than likely Sues and Stus, and I'm going to go stop them."

"Are you crazy?!" Tash demanded. "Look what they did to the last team!"

"I know," Marcus said, pulling out his Portal Gun and opening a hole in the Teen Titans fandom. "But I'm their creator—they'll either see me as God…or kill me on the spot."

"Okay," Tash warned. "But we'll be watching for trouble back here."

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Marcus emerged in New Delhi, the setting for his second Elementals fic. The Elementals, Jinx, and Kid Flash stood in abandoned factory speaking cheerfully to one another. Apparently, this story had already ended. The Replicant had already tricked Jinx—the Elemental of luck—and Kid Flash into capturing the heroes, only for Jinx and Kid Flash to realize that he was the villain, free the Elementals in the nick of time, and send him fleeing far away. On the bright side, though, Volt now had the Elemental Detector, which the Replicant had used to find his quarry, and Kid Flash and Jinx had decided to join the team.

"Excuse me," Marcus said, catching their attention. "May I have a word?"

Jinx, Kid Flash, and Terra all looked confused, but the rest broke into huge grins when they saw the agent.

"Well, if it isn't MultiplePersonas!" greeted Cascade, the blonde and beautiful-yet-fierce water-user of the team.

"How's it going?" asked Gust, the overweight wind-wielder.

"Write any good stories ratery?" inquired Sol, the sunburned Elemental of the sun, through his thick Japanese accent.

"I'm sure zey 'ave done well," added Luna, the ultra-pale Elemental of the moon, her French accent as heavy as ever.

"Yeah, he always was…uh…" Flora, the redheaded "stray" that the team had picked up after she'd saved them from a lethal poison, said before trailing off.

Marcus sighed in relief.

"Good," he said. "You're glad to see me."

The Elementals' smiles dropped.

"The kid doesn't understand sarcasm," groaned Volt, the armor-plated, electric-powered resident supergenius of the team.

"Man, you really thought we still liked you?" Flare demanded, raising his hand and conjuring a flame within it. "You sealed us in that vault for a year!"

"And worse, you gave up on us!" Cascade snarled, holding up a fist. "Us, your greatest creations!"

"But now we're taking command!" Gust laughed. "We'll complete our story with or without your help!"

"After arr," Sol said. "We've had prenty of time to think it through."

"We know ze story by 'eart," Luna smirked. "And when it eez done, zis fandom will be ours!"

"What do you mean?" Marcus demanded.

"Why should we tell you?" Volt chuckled. "We're heroes, not villains. We don't go on long rants about our plans! If you have to ask about them, you'll never know!"

"And now, to…thank you for what you've done…" Flora said, beating her fist against her palm before looking confused again. "Um…what do we…?"

Flare groaned slightly, disgusted at whatever problem Flora was having.

"Just get him!" he shouted.

Marcus acted quickly and opened a portal back to the Library Arcanium, getting away just in time.

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"Can't say I didn't see it coming," Michael said upon Marcus' return. "You left 'em in that vault for a year. Anyone'd want revenge."

"You're one to talk!" Blake laughed, quite rudely. "When's the last time you finished a non-oneshot fic?"

"Look who's talking!" Michael snapped. "When's that Orichalcos fic gonna be done, huh?"

The two began to fight, but before it could get serious, Tash and Miri each pulled out a cattle prod and shocked them, causing them to slump down to the floor.

"Okay…" Adrian said, turning away from the scene and back to Marcus. "Well, we still have no idea how the Elementals got loose or what they're doing in the—MIRI, GET YOUR HANDS OFF THOSE COOKIES!"

Miri ignored him, gorging Oreo after Oreo.

"Man," Adrian complained. "This is my library and I still can't leave a snack alone for five minutes without someone eating it!"

"I'm sorry," Marcus apologized. "But seriously, we need to find out what the Elementals are doing!"

"Any ideas on how?" Willie asked.

"Actually, yes," the chunky agent replied. "Those heroes gave me an idea. But I could use your help. You, too, Adrian."

"Why me?" the library's keeper asked.

"I get the feeling that there's story magic afoot," Marcus told him. "That's your area of expertise. Come on."

Pulling out his Portal Gun, Marcus shot open yet another portal to the Teen Titans fandom.

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"Where are we?" Willie asked, looking at the snowy foreign city.

"St. Petersburg," Marcus replied. "He should be here by now. Aha!" he exclaimed, pointing at an orange, funny-shaped object half-buried under snow. "Here we are!"

Marcus took off into the dilapidated house behind the object, his coworkers in hot pursuit. Once they were all inside, he urged them to remain quiet, then pointed to a very old man with bright yellow eyes in the corner.

"That's him," Marcus whispered. "Willie, use your Revelation of Truth."

Willie nodded and pointed his sword at the old man, causing him to undergo a change in appearance. He grew into a taller, younger, handsomer man (though still with bright yellow eyes), but there was a distinct feeling about him that kept him from being handsome—and it wasn't an aura of menace. It was a feeling of utter sadness and hopelessness about them.

"Hello, Creator," the man said miserably. "Come to kick an old man when he's down?"

Marcus sighed and came out of his hiding place.

"Hello, Replicant," he said, trying to be cordial to the shapeshifter. "Why the long face? I thought a villain would be happiest to get out of the vault."

"Oh, you did, did you?" the Replicant replied, suddenly morphing into an exact duplicate of Marcus, his yellow eyes now hidden behind clip-on shades. "Well, you're wrong. Those blasted Elementals are the ones who wanted this! I was content in the vault, reading for all eternity!"

"All right," Willie announced, he and Adrian stepping out to join them. "Spill: how'd you escape the vault in the first place? Tell us everything!"

"Gladly," the villain replied. "The Elementals didn't do it alone. They had some outside help."

"Impossible!" Adrian argued. "That vault can never be broken into! It's sealed by an ancient spell, and that can't be undone due to a No-Can-Undo spell on top of it!"

"Couldn't someone just undo the second layer and then the first?" Willie asked.

"No!" Adrian insisted. "There's no undoing a No-Can-Undo spell! It's a triple negative—a grammar nightmare that authors are sworn to avoid at all costs!"

"Yes," the Replicant agreed. "All authors must—but who said it was an author? The one who freed us was just a girl, albeit a disturbingly perfect one. And what a name! So long! 'Willowe' something…something something something something something something—well, you get the idea."

"Willowe?!" the three agents exclaimed, the looks on their faces turning from ones of concern to absolute fright.

"Willowe was in the Library Arcanium?!" Adrian shouted, looking panicked. "I thought I'd hidden it well enough!"

"Apparently not," the Replicant told him. "Well, she let us all out—'forced out' in my case—and granted them Sue and Stu powers, hoping to make an army. The Elementals gladly agreed, but insisted on finishing their saga first. So, Willowe used some spell, binding us to the stories and forcing us to enact them, and the minute they end, the Elementals will control this fandom—forever!"

"So, they have to complete the story?" Willie asked.

The Replicant nodded.

"And you're the main villain?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you just sit back and do nothing?" Adrian demanded. "The story can't progress without your effort!"

"I wish I could," the Replicant sighed. "But the spell forces me to go along with it, too. I have to do as the saga dictates…but…there might be a quicker way to stop it…"

"What?" Marcus asked.

"You, boy," the villain said, pointing to Willie. "Use that sword of yours to put this old man out of his misery!"

The agents looked at him in astonishment, shocked at a villain making such a proposal.

"Are you sure?" Willie asked.

"Let's see," the Replicant replied, holding up his hands in mock indecisiveness. "Dying instantly and thwarting my nemeses…or suffering through every one of my future defeats? Hmm…I'll go with death."

Marcus gulped.

"Well…" he said. "It would stop the story in its tracks…"

"Do it!" the Replicant urged. "I don't want to live through this!"

Willie frowned, but then held up his sword and slammed it through the Replicant's chest wall, puncturing his heart—an instant kill—but the Replicant kept staring at him.

Willie removed the sword, which was completely devoid of blood, and was even more shocked to see the shapeshifter's wound heal over instantly.

"We can't do it," Marcus said sadly. "It must be a part of the spell to keep us from ruining the saga. I'm sorry."

"Please," the Replicant begged. "Don't let them finish it! I can't do it myself! They have all the control, and I have none!"

Marcus' face changed again, now deadly serious.

"I'll stop them," he promised.

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"That should do it," Adrian reported to the group, his spell complete. "The Library Arcanium has been relocated. Willowe won't find it again!"

"Great," Marcus sighed. "But what about the Elementals? How do we stop their saga before they seize the Teen Titans fandom forever?"

"That depends," Blake said. "How long was it?"

"Pretty long," Marcus replied. "Lots of smaller stories that built up."

"And you planned it out fully before abandoning it?"

"Of course," Marcus replied. "I just didn't enjoy writing it, and the fanbase was dwindling. Not much point in pushing through when nobody would read it."

"Then this shouldn't be a problem," Blake smirked. "I know your writing style: small things make a big difference!"

"I get it!" Tash exclaimed. "If we stop a tiny crucial event from happening…"

"Then the story falls apart…" Michael continued.

"And the Elementals can't succeed!" Marcus shouted. "It's perfect!"

"Not quite," Adrian informed, shaking his head. "I looked up the spell, and we can't interfere without at least one controller's consent. In layman's terms, we need an Elemental's permission to screw things up, which they'll never give."

"Don't be so sure," Marcus told him, starting to smile. "I created them, so I know all about them, and I know they can't pass up a challenge. We may stop them yet—but until them, I want round-the-clock surveillance and reports on their activities!"

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(Whew! LONG ONE! AND THERE'S STILL MORE! THIS BABY'S THE FIRST MULTI-CHAPTER FIC OF THE ANTI-CLICHÉ AND MARY-SUE ELIMINATION SOCIETY, REMEMBER? Well, what do you think of this plot? Like it? Hate it? IF IT'S THE LATTER, WELL, YOU SHOULDN'T STILL BE READING THIS! Anyway, positive feedback, yadda-yadda-yadda, SEE YOU LATER!)