OK, I do not own the Inheritance Cycle, Elvis Presley, or folk music (if I did there'd be a lot more frogs!). We good? Good. Let's get started!

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One day, when Huggaholic was off school ill (yet a-bloody-gain), she was reading the Inheritance Cycle. Suddenly she stopped, murmured 'cheese…' and started to read again. After a minute or so, she looked up and found herself in the imagination part of her brain. It was pretty big, and she had plenty of room to walk around, and her head didn't even bang on the ceiling. In her imagination (or the Imagination Kingdom as it is now going to be called), she was Goddess Fluffy, and she ruled over everything she felt like at the time, so frogs, hugs, fluff and cheese were pretty high on her agenda.

She sat down on her throne (it was basically a HUGE carved frog, and she sat in its even bigger open mouth) and looked around at her kingdom. There was a neon pink and black stripy carpet, the walls were painted a kind of iridescent gold (the kind that goes green and blue depending on the light) and the ceiling was sky blue, with occasionally splodges of iridescent gold, where she had gone a bit nuts with the paint. The trees were orange today (yes, there are multicoloured trees in the room), and there was also a river, bright white with pink bubbles (a bit like bubble bath, only they tasted better) and everything looked pretty. So, Huggaholic was happy.

Suddenly, a big bit of glittery black smoke appeared, and inside was Eragon, coughing and spluttering, wearing a pink leotard. Huggaholic got up, pulled out her hairdryer and plugged it into her crown. She blew away the cloud, leaving Eragon in the pink leotard looking a bit sheepish. Huggaholic glanced at him as she stuffed her hairdryer back into her pocket and raised her eyebrows.

"Do I want to know why you're in a pink leotard looking like a ballerina?" Eragon shook his head. Huggaholic brightened.

"That means I do! Now tell me, or I'll set the frogs on you." Eragon glanced at the formidable looking row of armed frogs that now surrounded him. He gulped.

"I was, erm…getting…in touch…with my…feminine side…I heard Arya likes guys who are sensitive…" Huggaholic rolled her eyes. How gullible can you get?

"Eragon, you ARE sensitive. Look," Huggaholic made him close his eyes and walked behind him "Open them..." Eragon did, and said

"Where are you?", kind of panicy. Huggaholic shook her head and yelled "BOO!" in his ear. Eragon spun round, and promptly fainted. Huggaholic sighed. What a hero Eragon was.

Suddenly, all the other characters landed on top of one another in a very undignified heap. After quite a few minutes of trying to untangle themselves, they stood around, looking a little confused, and in Roran and Kitrina's case, embarressed, having been, ah, otherwise occupied before their arrival. Huggaholic shrugged and clicked her fingers,k and then they were dressed. But in the wrong clothes. Kitrina was wearing a MCR hoodie, skinny jeans and trainers, and Roran...well, Roran looked like a drag queen. He even had make-up on. Nasuada giggled a bit at the sight of Roran Stronghammer in heels, and said "You know, I think that mauve is DEFINITELY your colour Roran." before having to have a lye-down with the rest laughing at Roran tripping over in stilletos. Arya was the first to recover, and started to move towards Huggaholic, taking out her sword.

"Who the hell are you?" Huggaholic smiled at her, and replyed sweetly,

"I'm Huggaholic, this is my imagination. Your sword was lovelyArya, but I do prefer the one I made you better."

At that, everyone looked at Arya's sword (except Eragon, who was busy, having fainted and all that.) and Angela started laughing. It was an improvement on Arya's sword. It was a rubber chicken, with streamers and glitter coming from its mouth. Arya looked at it, her face horrified. After 30 seconds of staring at the 'sword', Arya started to laugh, and before you knew it, everyone was dancing the conga around Arya and Angela as the did a tango to the sounds of folk music (Yes, folk music. Yes, Arya.). then the music changed to Elvis Presley, and they all dancing to that.

It turned out that Omoris could do a pretty good Elvis impression, so it was to Omoris singing 'Love Me Tender' with Roran and Isandzadi as a back-up girls that Eragon woke up to. He watched, puzzled, especially at Roran's new dress sense and to Arya teaching Galby to do the waltz. His eyes went very wide at the dragons getting on and having giggles over a few hundred bottles of vodka. He eventually decided to join in the fun, but as he started to samba, he tripped over the rubber chicken and went headlong into a bath that had appeared (thanks to Huggaholic, who always liked a good bit of embarrassment). So he he stayed in the bath and sulked.

Anywho, Durza had been exploring the big room and had found a door. "Where does this go?" He yelled over to Huggaholic (he had to yell, it was a rather large room,k and Omoris had REALLY got into the swing of things.) Huggaholic glanced over at the door and snapped her fingers. Lots of locks, bolts and chains attached themselves to the door.

"Memory Chamber. No access." she snapped, then put on a film and brought out the popcorn. After the film, they had a foodfight, minus cheese (NEVER harm cheese. If you do, I will find you and EAT you mwahahaha).

When they were done, Elva looked over to the door and asked, "Aren't those chains supposed to be attached?"

Huggaholic froze, then did a quick head count.

"Where the HELL is Durza?"

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Hehe my very first story/chapter ends with a cliffhanger! Sorry if it was rubbishy, I did try. Please review! Will update if you want me to! Hugs!!!