Neophiles tapped his armoured chin with his clawed finger; he was stuck in the foul depths of Writers Block and was struggling to write anything. He pressed a button on his walking throne and adjusted his neck before saying...
"Can all OC's report to me, and with post-haste."
He was about to put the tube back when he remembered something...
"And Hunger, you don't need the Chainhammer cannon..."
He just had to wait a couple of seconds before he would have to find them, he nudged the chair onwards.
After a while he sighed as the scans reported no OC activity, what the hell possessed him to make the Disorganised Dimension so big?
He had begun to construct it not long after Cyclone had emerged from his imagination, ready to be set loose on an unsuspecting Suggazoom.
Yes, he had been a good little soldier, but now that that stupid comet had literally blown Cyclone in two, Neophiles had to deal with an over-curious teenager and an apocalyptic whirlwind going by the names 13 and 23 respectively.
Then there was Hunger, the little psychopath that had been allowed to run rampant in the FMA universe, Neophiles wondered if he had made him a little too random.
He jumped a bit when he created Genocide; he hadn't suspected that he'd turn out so powerful.
Sarah was somewhere between mentally unstable and psychopathic intelligence.
Suddenly the chair bleeped a signal, it looked like 13 and 23 were fighting...again.
He patted the walking throne and urged it onwards towards the source; he couldn't forget this big guy.
The throne was built by him, for him and no-one else.
Neophiles relaxed, it was like his own walking fortress only with added chair-ness.
He opened a door that led to another part of the Disorganised Dimension, mildly reminding himself about making it too big...
"No, don't worry Neo, it'll collapse in and seem smaller, pfft!"
He discouraged the words he said when he began to design the place, they seemed so sane at the time, or maybe that was just Hunger running wild inside his head.
He couldn't help noticing how his OC's were linked in with his emotions, 13 being his boisterous side, 23 earned the title of his cunning, Hunger was there to be random and Genocide wasn't to be talked about lightly.
The signal was closer now, picking up signals including the Doomsday Squad, Genocide and Hunger.
The throne scuttled around a corner, almost flattening Genocide in the process and made a sharp rotation that span Neophiles out of the throne.
He landed flat on his face, armour screeched along the floor and just managed to stop before a wall...
Congratulations, my Lord, a perfect 3-point face-plant...
"Oh, shut up..."
The throne scuttled across and flipped him back into his seat, Genocide waited patiently as Neophiles strapped on his seatbelt, then asked...
So, what brings you to my side of the Disorganised Dimension?
Neophiles scoffed...
"Your side? Last time I checked the whole place was mine!"
Sorry I hit a nerve, what do you want anyway?
"I called a Meeting of Important Matters, but no-one turned up so I'm trying to find everyone in this place..."
Genocide thought for a bit, before saying...
Well, I saw Hunger, Zulu and 13 disappear down that hall before I bumped into you, I recall Sarah and 23 going into the lab and the rest of the Doomsday Squad are in the living room...
Neophiles input the coordinates into the throne and gestured Genocide to sit in one of the many passenger seats that were placed on the back of the throne.

A few hours later Neophiles had collected everyone together in the Main Hemisphere, still a little agitated from having to look for them...
"Well, now that we're all here, I suppose I've gotta tell you why I called this Meeting of Important Matters..."
"Yeah, come on! Our game isn't going to be holding up forever!"
13, why do you play on that infernal contraption anyway?
"Because, unlike you 23, I've got a life..."
Zulu sniggered, but was given a sharp smack across the back of his head by Genocide...
What's so funny short stuff?
"Hey! That hurt!"
Good, I hope it did!
Hunger quietly edged behind Genocide and poked him, stealing some of his powers in the process...
"Ahahahaha! I gotcha powers! I gotcha powers!"
Hey! Give those cannons back you retard!
"I don't wanna! I don't wanna! Ahahahaha!"
"Can you all be quiet?!"
Neophiles was on his final nerve with his OC's, and it was rapidly breaking apart bit by bit.
Delta nudged Alpha and Juliet, indicated Neophiles' twitching face and comically slid off into a distant corner with the other two.
I said give them back!
Bowser's brawling skills would surpass yours any day!
"Hehehe! Bang, bang, bangety, BANG! Wheee!"
"I said be quiet!"
"Pfft, yeah right! Meta Knight would kick your rag-tag ass!"
"Why'd you hit meee?!"
That was it; Neophiles went over the edge...twice.
Shadows clasped around the throne and Neophiles, black thunder struck the ground with hollow bangs, Neophiles drew himself up to his full height which blocked out the artificial light.
The shadow he cast darkened the whole room, the calm lake blue eyes mutated into crimson red; everyone was looking at him with fear in their eyes, even 23 who seldom had eyes shrank back.
Neophiles gripped them all in tainted shadow and roared...
"WHEN I SAY BE QUIET, I MEAN...BE...QUIET!!!!!!"
The last word echoed the whole Dimension as Neophiles slowly crept back to his normal size, not speaking until his eyes had returned to their original colour...
"Great, I mean...Great, now that's settled; I can finally talk to you all about the Ask-A-Bots."
13 tilted her head...
"The what-what's?"
In response to everyone's confusion, three small spheres with a camera lens, speaker, and microphone appeared respectively...
"These three are here to let viewers of FanFiction ask anything they want about us all, as I said with Ask a Piraka, Ask Anything, Everything and All! (As long as it's not too obscene...), so, how's about introducing yourselves team?!"

13
Hi! My names 13! I'm also 13 years old, coincidence? Just maybe...
You remember me from debut in Kayos of the Pit, right?
I have a 'brother' called 23 (though I wish I didn't) and I was released into the Super Robot Monkey Team's universe along with the Doomsday Squad, 23 and Sarah.
My favourite Neo story? Freddy's Christmas, because it's so Goddamn funny!

23
Though I do not wish to be part of this little charade, I shall carry on regardless.
My title is 23, making me ten units higher than my little sister on all fronts.
As my sibling has said, I was incorporated into the Super Robot Monkey Team's universe along with my cohorts in the story Kayos of the Pit.
My choice of story from Neophiles would be The New Model, because it proves that evil doesn't normally come out on bottom all the time.

Doomsday Squad
Alpha: Hey everyone, we're the Doomsday Squad!
Zulu: Yeah! I'm Zulu, 7 years old and backup pilot for the S.S. Doomsday, I like tacos, my big brother Alpha and my real name is James!
Juliet: I'm Juliet, 12 years old, real name Emma. I'm the 'mother' of the group, whatever they want; I'll stop at no costs to get it!
Delta: I'm Delta, or Adam to close friends. I'm the sword-wielding tactician of the group, 15 years old and the second in command...
Alpha: I'm Alpha but you can call me Kyle, and I'm the leader of the Doomsday Squad, I'm 16 years old and I'm the pilot for the S.S. Doomsday.

Genocide
Greetings you low life down grades, I am Genocide.
I was created by Neophiles the Metal to run rampant in the Sonic Universe, my story being The New Model.
My choice of story? Kayos of the Pit, for its apocalyptic finale!

Hunger
He, he, heeeeeeres Hunger! How you doing people?!
I was allowed to go for a (snigger) little stroll, through the FMA universe in Hungry for More, where I created catastrophe and despair for hobbits everywhere! (Hey that rhymes! I'm a poet that wouldn't show it!) Ahahahaha!

Sarah
*Sigh* Name's Sarah, and I'm 13's rival.
I'm 14 years old and I'm all robot, unlike that excuse Genocide...
I took Forgotten Ally by storm, and I refuse to let my glory be shared!

And in case you happened to stumble across this by accident, I'm Neophiles the Metal, but please save yourself a handful and call me NTM or Neo for short!
Same rules apply as before, Ask Anything, Everything and All questions!
(Just no obscene ones please, there are children in the room XD)
Set questions like this...

Name of Character: (The one you're addressing it to)
Question: (As above)
Your OC Name:
Comment: (Optional)

Thank you very much and catch your R&R's right here on Any Questions!
Neophiles the Metal, looking forward to this!