The fanfiction writer drifted out of the silence to the sound of voices above her.

"When will she wake up?"

"Any minute now."

"I hope so. She has some explaining to do."

She kept her eyes closed for a minute, trying to come to her senses. Then she slowly and cautiously opened them.

A pair of brown eyes filled her vision, glaring. She jerked back with a start, only to find herself sitting in a chair, her hands tied to the armrests with...light blue electrical bands? She gazed at them in wonder, only to be pulled out of her shock by a voice she was sure she'd heard somewhere.

"Good evening, Ms. Writer."

Looking up, she could see no one in the midnight-darkness. The eyes had suddenly disappeared. "Who are you?" she said nervously.

"Oh, I believe you know us."

Then she noticed all the different-colored lights glowing from everywhere in the gloom before her. As her vision adjusted, she realized they were not lights, but other pairs of eyes. Cat Eyes.

As she gaped disbelievingly, the forms she knew all too well materialized out of the gloom, forming a large circle around the chair. She noticed, however, that the Jellicles did not look like their usual, happy, ordinary selves. They all were visibly upset, bristling.

She now saw that the one who had spoken had been Munkustrap. The Tribe Guardian stepped forward, continuing. "We are creatures who demand satisfaction: an explanation for your crimes."

"What have I done?" she asked, common sense telling her this was no dream and she shouldn't play love-struck.

"Wot 'ave ya done?" another tom exclaimed. The writer didn't even need to search to know it was Mungojerrie. "All ya 'orrible writers 'ave made the 'Cats' archive disgraceful, that's wot!"

The Cats nodded in agreement. The writer shivered. "Mercy, please," she whispered.

"Why?" a queen hissed. The writer could barely make out the sleek body of Cassandra nearby, almost one with the night because of her fur color. "Why should we give you mercy, you who gave none to us?"

The writer could find no answer, still dumbstruck at the suddenness of her situation.

"We have brought you here," Munkustrap said, "because of what you have done to our section of Fanfiction. You are here because of something called Mary-Sues."

"OCs?"

Tumblebrutus sighed in annoyance. "Not Original Characters. Mary-Sues. Although you often make OCs into them."

"The original, beautiful, perfect characters you make," Demeter explained. "They're either thrust into our world or born as Jellicles."

"They're always better singers than me!" Jemima called, stepping forward with a glare.

"And better dancers than me!" Victoria continued.

"And they're hotter than me!" came Bombalurina's interjection. The Red Queen's face was creased with injured pride. "I'm the only Mary-Sue the Tribe can have, human. No queen is more attractive than me!"

"They have more magic power than me," Mistoffelees said, his face devoid of his usual cute, innocent grin that attracted so many fangirls.

"And me!" came another voice. The writer's eyes widened as ginger-furred Macavity dropped out of the air. Oddly enough, no one raised the alarm. Macavity came to stand by the other magical Cat, glaring daggers at the writer. "Mistoffelees and I may disagree on who is the better Conjurer, but we definitely don't like having our abilities reduced to nothing because of Mary-Sues!"

A deep, attractive voice came from the crowd. "But we're leaving out quite a lot."

"Good point, Tugger. Why don't we discuss the other problems?" Jellylorum suggested.

Alonzo, who was nearby, grinned wickedly. "That sounds like a wonderful idea."

AN: That's it so far. What do you think? Should I continue? If so, give me all the Mary-Sue-CATS stuff you can dish out. Just rant.