A/N: I haven't seen one of these yet...
I'll write the first!
I present to you, a MAXIMUM RIDE and THE LORAX crossover!
O_O
Max: Hello everyone! Just disclaiming the Maximum Ride part of this! OS does not own Maximum Ride or anything affiliated with it. James Patterson does.
Me: That was cheery for you, Max.
Max: -_-
The Once-ler: Ok, I'm disclaiming the Lorax part of this. OS does NOT own me-
Me: Aww. )':
The Once-ler: AS I was saying, OS does not own me, The Lorax, Ted, Audrey, Truffula Trees, Norma, Thneeds, and all other things Lorax-related. They belong to Dr. Seuss and Illumination Entertainment.
Me: Whatever, everyone already knows that. D:
~OS
Max P.O.V.
It all started when I found out something unbelievably horrible.
And I've been through a lot of horrible.
Well, I guess I can now safely say that I actually haven't been through a lot of horrible. Not after what I just found out.
Okay, I know I'm famous by now. What, eight books about me and my flock? But I guess they really hated me.
Because I just found out that my whole life was a dream.
I'm NOT fifteen, I'm NOT the leader of my flock, and I'm NOT stuck between two guys.
I'm not.
Of course, the bad stuff always stays, so I DO have wings, I AM surrounded by blood-thirsty Erasers, and The School DOES exist.
According to the scientists, dream-life goes a little slower than real life. So here I am, Maximum Ride, SIXTEEN, and ready to punch a wall. Or worse.
Heck, I'd kill myself right now, if it wasn't for a fact that I'm strapped to a table.
One scientist comes in and gives the "ok" sign.
I wonder what torture I have to go through today...
Another whitecoat pushes down a lever from out side the testing room, and the wall opposite me starts to glow a faint purple.
Wait, what?
Before I can respond, the wall dissolves entirely into a spinning, lilac whirlpool.
The scientist behind me pulls the operating bed slightly back, then runs forward straight for the wall. I'm paralyzed with fear, sure we're both going to crash into the stone wall, therefore ending our lives. But then she lets go, and it's just me, heading straight for the whirlpool-thing, passing through the purple, and then
everything.
goes.
black.