Disclaimer: PPC belongs to Jay and Acacia. If the missions are based off stories on we will give proper credit to the writers, although that may be a mixed blessing.
Summary: Mary-Sues and bad writers have taken over all that is good and holy in fanfiction. Yet some still fight for Plot and Loyalty To Canon. They are the PPC. Fanwriters Beware.


Meet the Agents

In the beginning, the world of Fanfiction was pure, when writers knew what they were doing and were true to Canon and Characterization. Then Darkness fell.

Movies were made, and fan brats with no interest in Canon invaded the world of Fanfiction. Plausible Plotlines became Legend. Characterization became Myth. Many writing aspects, which should never be forgotten, were lost, for outnumbered were those who remembered them.

It was around this time that two women decided that enough was enough, and someone needed to do something about the pollution of badfic. With this attitude firmly in mind, Agents Jay and Acacia came up with the idea of the PPC.

The Protectors of the Plot Continuum.

It was a mission to eradicate bad Fanfiction and stamp out the Plague of Mary-Sues. Eventually, word of this ongoing heroic mission spread, and many other writers flocked to their cause. Finally, it reached the ears of a young woman, who had been lamenting the sad decline of Fanfiction, despite all her efforts to prevent it.

Upon hearing of the PPC, her heart was filled with hope, and she ran to inform her twin sister of this wonderful development. After a short discussion, it was decided that they would apply to join the fight against badfic, and so a new team was formed, and the ones collectively called the Winter Twins set out on their new quest.


Newly Inducted Agent Natasja quietly closed the door to the Sunflower Official's office and stared at her twin, who took her hand and guided her away. Natasja was generally very flexible, but a telepathic giant sunflower was now added to the short list of things that startled her. Hand in hand, the two girls started walking down the corridor, carefully not thinking of how to find their Response Center.

Sneaking a glance at her shell-shocked twin, Sally hid a smirk. It was a rare occasion to see Natasja like this, and therefore worthy of amusement. "So, we now work for an extended group of sentient vegetarians."

At the age of eight, Natasja had come across the word 'vegetation', but accidentally pronounced it wrong. Despite the fact that this was well over a decade ago, those who had heard the story refused to let it die, and it was a guaranteed way of getting Natasja's attention. Sure enough, the older twin snapped out of her daze and glared. "Am I ever going to live that down?"

Any opportunity to reply was fortunately lost as the two arrived at their response center. With a final glare, Natasja opened the door and walked in. Sally rolled her eyes and followed, thinking that her twin really did take herself far too seriously at times.

Inside RC 2415, the twins looked around. It was a standard office, with a console, two chairs and a table, and a bookcase and DVD rack for Books and Movies relevant to missions and occasional recreation.

Wandering around the room, Sally opened a cupboard, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree. "Ooh, Nat, come look at this!"

Looking up from the bookshelves, Natasja walked over. The cupboard was labeled 'Mission Supplies' and contained a wide variety of weapons. A slow and distinctly terrifying smile made its way onto the older twin's face. "Oh my."

Sally's grin matched her own. Suddenly, she was looking forward to their first mission.

Back in Real Life, several people looked up from computers and notebooks as a sudden chill swept over them. Mary-Sue writers and the Canon ignorant shivered at an unknown, but well-founded fear.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.


A/N: We asked Jay and Acacia, and they said we could join the fight. The first mission should be completed soon.

Signed: The Rose Twins