This is in diary form and it is also dedicated to Ray and Spark... Ray for giving me the gremlin idea and Spark for giving it to him or so I hear... Enjoy

Disclaimer: All the marvel characters belong to, well, Marvel, even though Marvel does a horrible job writing about them..The gremlins belong to Ray... 'cept of course the ones I stole and don't intend to give back. *shuffles feet* But, Ray, the question REALLY is do you WANT them back...? Ok my muses belong pretty much to me... All that said, now lets get on with this already!

Diary of a Brain-dead Author

Wednesday, April 10, 2002, 6:00 A.M

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I wake up early to the sound of thumping and yelling. The gremlins are even spooked so I know it's bad. To make matters worse, Rogue -poofs- in and looks very nervous, wringing her hands and stuttering.

"Uh.. Moonie, Ah... uh.. Ah need a favor... ah" she stammers and I look at her.

"What?" I ask before the door blasts open and I scream bloody murder at the sight my eyes fall upon. Lil' Cyke, Sugah, Wolvie, Shower, Creepy, Sabes and Gumbo. The X-Babies. Except Sabes... Wonder why he was here... Oh god, was it my turn? Please tell me it isn't my turn! Then, I notice a few new ones, they look veeeeeery familiar. Then... Oh... My... God.... They were little author babies and the little muses too! Awwww! I liked the one with the green pig tails and the lil black and green jumper. All the sudden, a bunch of rose petals came falling from the sky and I saw a small blue kitty jump on top of Wolvie. Let's see... I count seven X-Babies and nine or so little authors and muses. One was drowning in a cup of coffee.

***7:45, 1st period, homeroom***

I'd had no choice but to bring the little kids to school. I couldn't leave them at home because we just bought it and my mom probably would freak if she came home to no house. I had no other option so I told them to behave or I'd kill them right on the spot. I walked in the room with the sixteen kids around my legs as my teacher asked, "Wha...? Why are these li-"

"Babysitting cousins, no other choice." I said as lil' Wolvie popped his claws in and out over and over and the tiny version of the muse known as Lylithix gave my teacher a bunch of roses. He just blinked. As I left class, one of my friends approached me. Thank god no one actually read the X-Men comics, saw the cartoon, the movie or knew anything about them. Or so I thought.

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Well thats it... took me a day to post it and it's gonna be off track so...More soon, I'll try to add more everyday or so... REVIEW! My talent is nothing without feedback! Thank you...