Yup. I present you with my very own fanfic, The Night Tristan Went Insane. Revenge for the little guys who we forget about so easily. What pure chaos, terror and insanity will appear? Read on folks. And don't forget to review.

Note: Most of the italics are me writing in my point of view.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, which is pretty obvious (I'm a thirteen year old inspiring writer/illustrator, not a 44 year old comic writer).

The Night Tristan Went Insane

The Night

Nobody likes me.

Everyone knows about the ever famous King of Games, Yugi, and his pet idiot, Joey. Even Tea is well known and drawn in bikinis by many yucky fan boys. They are the "main" characters of the badly dubbed presentation of "Yuugiou! Duel Monsters!" But who's the other unimportant dude in the friendship circle?

Yugi. Joey. Tea. Marik. Bakura. Seto. Pharaoh Atemu. Everyday they are flogged by countless fans for autographs. They are famous. They are cool. They have impossible-in-every-way-hairstyles like I do. But they are not like me.

My name is Tristan and nobody likes me.

No one runs up to me screaming for autographs.

I never have a plot with main characters.

Yugi almost never talks to me.

My lasagna is done.

The point is I'm sick of it. I can handle the no fans, the insults, the no picture gallery for me sort of thing. Oh wait, I can't or I wouldn't be writing this. Well anyway, I'm tired of it all. Now is the time for… TELEMARKETERS!

No, Tristan, it's time for REVENGE! Not TELEMARKETERS! Whoa, who said that? The ultimate almighty author! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! Oh yeah. Well, I mix up telemarketers and revenge. Don't make me give you an I-wonder-about-you-look.

Where was I?

Let's see, nobody likes me, my name is Tristan, pink ducks taste like ambulances, okay here we are. Now it is time for REVENGE!

For too long have I been treated as a minor character! Now is the time to strike!

Now is the time for my EVIL PLAN to be drawn out! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!

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"And I was like 'Say what?' and Soren was like 'I like centipedes' and- oh wait Yugi, there's someone on my other line," Tea chattered away. Sadly, she didn't know Yugi had left the conversation 2 hours into the conversation. But Tea is a teenager, and teenagers talk for hours on end, not letting in a single edgewise word.

"Tea?" It was the unmistakable voice of Tristan.

"Oh hi Tristan, wanna hear about what I did at the mall?"

"Sure! I mean no. Listen Tea, I've had enough!"

"Of pie?"

"No, of being an unappreciated, secondary, non-dueling in character in the badly dubbed version of "Yuugiou! Duel Monsters!" Emphasis on badly."

"That's not true! Everyone loves you, err, what's your name again? I keep forgetting."

"ARGH!" Tristan yelled, slamming his awesomely cute, yet illegally bought through the black market Pikachu phone. "Yugi! He'll listen!" Tristan decided and called the spiky headed King of Games.

"Good evening! Yugi speaking!"

"Hey Yugi, I'm tired of-"

"Oh, unimportant secondary character whose name I continually forget!" Yugi interrupted, sobbing. "I-I miss Pharaoh! Why did I totally kick his royalness in the Ceremonial Battle thing? WHY?" He broke into some more uncontrollable sobbing.

"Err, you should have lost then…"

"I MISS MY GRANDMA!"

"Okay…"

"What were you saying?" Yugi finally asked to bring end to the complete spoiler type randomness that will spell doom in this fic.

"I'm tired of being fanless… and unimportant."

"Well how do you think the insignificant people feel? The autographees? Huh? Do you think they feel like you do? Like they can be worse than you? You should think about them before blabbing 'boo hoo my soup's too cold."

"Err, I am one of those insignificant ones," Tristan pointed out.

"Oh, I'm so glad I could help!" Yugi cried, who clearly hadn't been paying attention to anything Tristan had said. "I feel better too! If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call me!" And ignorant Yugi hung up on poor Tristan without another thought.

"That's it!" Tristan screamed. "Now it really is time for- Ow."

I, the incredibly awesome author had thrown a shoe at Tristan's incredibly fat head. We already know it's REVENGE in caps. Don't be redundant!

"Fine," he grumbled. "Now is the time to take back my stolen glory and assemble," insert bum bum BUM music here "OTHER INSIGNIFIGANT YU-GI-OH CHARACTERS! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!"

Sorry for the shortness. The second chapter will probably be up in ten minutes 0.O I've always felt bad for poor Tristan though. The scum of the friendship circle is what he is. So I decided to randomly and insanely make a fic where he fights back! You go Tristan!

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