My goal is to actually write fan fiction this week. Wish me luck, all!

Here's Mandy. I don't know what I was thinking when this came up.


She was the epitome of a perfect little girl. She had the blonde hair, blue eyes, pink dress and mary-janes. As she grew up, she progressed to arched heels and tight dresses, finding a way of wearing a black turtleneck and skinny jeans and making it look like a cocktail dress. The universal rules of plaid and stripes and don't wear heels with jeans did not apply to her. She made her own rules, because fashion was not her repertoire.

She would slam her high heel into the toes of anyone who got to close.

She would reprimand those who did wrong and punish them so that they never wanted to do it again, because her punishment was mostly emotional.

She would flip her blonde hair out of her eyes when it got in the way, and when it got too irritating, she chopped it off. It was short, it was mangled, but it was out of her face.

She would blink her blue eyes at you and narrow them, making the person in her line of sight move so that they weren't in it.

She would saunter through the halls like a snake, confident and poised.

There was no wonder she was leader of the KND and army. No doubts filled the minds of those who were led by her hand.

No one questioned the perfect little girl, who grew up to be the ideal perfected woman.


Disclaimer yada yada I don't own Mandy or Fusion Fall or anything.

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