Disclaimer: This is my first story, so...yeah...it might not be good for a first timer.
The room was dark. The only source of light is the backlight of my Macbook; illuminating my face. The lights flip on to reveal me sitting at my desk.
"Hmm? Oh, why hello there world of Fanfiction! How are you guys doing today?" I said looking up from the screen. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Brandon –or BMD~XIII- if you care to refer to me by my penname. This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction, and wanted to do this before my story actually begins. I want to introduce to you my main character—"
Knock. Knock. Knocking can be heard off to the side of the room, where there was a door.
"Well, speaking of…" I get up from my chair and walk towards the door. Knock. Knock. More knocks protrude through the door. "Oh God…wait up!" I yelled just as I got to the door. I turned the knob and opened the door. "Never could wait, could you?"
"Well, you asked me to come here…" the teenager replied.
"I was just talking about you. Come on and sit down." We returned to my desk, where there was now a sofa, and a coffee table with cookies on it.
"So why did you make me come here?" he replied giving off a face of annoyance.
"Well Dante, if you must ask, I think it's only fair that my future readers get to know my character a little more in depth." I said while scrolling on my laptop.
"Well, aren't you the writer? Isn't that your job? Why do I have to be here then?" He scoffed, while taking a cookie off the table.
"Woah! What is with all the sass today?" I said, looking up at him, with a 'what the hell' expression on my face.
"Pffft." Was the only answer I got in return.
"Well, I would say you don't have to be here…" I started while continuing to type, "…but seeing as how I am writing this, you don't have much of a choice, now do you? I said with a smirk on my face and let out a maniacal –almost evil- chuckle.
"Damn." I could hear him mumble. Oh how I loved my secret hidden evilness.
"Okay, before we murder each other, let's get started with this interview." I said.
"Whatever" was the one-word answer.
"Okay, what is the matter? I created you to be like me, so why are you so…not me today? I questioned him, once again with the 'what the hell' expression.
"Well, you know how you act when you're not in a good mood." He replied, diverting his eyes from mine.
"Then let's get your mind off of whatever it is, and deal with it later, okay?" I said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. "So, let's start with your name and age…keep in mind, we are somewhat one in the same." I said while raising my index finger.
Dante began with a sigh, "My name is Dante Aero Monarch, and I am 17 years old." He answered, finally begging to cooperate.
"And where are you from?"
"From this secluded city known as Xeron."
"And why is it secluded?"
"You know why it's secluded." Once again, his bad mood emerged, with sass in his reply.
"Thank you. I am very well aware of that, but my future readers don't know that." I replied with the same level of attitude.
"Then why not let your fans ask questions? Don't you think that would be more effective than me feeding you answers? He said while grabbing two cookies this time.
"That won't really work at the moment. The only reader I have at the moment is Jamy Boyd." I said looking back at my Mac.
"No wait…not her! She's the one out to take my cookies!" Dante replied, now with a new tone of fear. I began to laugh, while receiving a 'why the hell are you laughing-this is a serious matter' expression from Dante.
"It's amusing how in one split second, one person can have a huge impact on you." I said while Dante rolled his eyes at me. "And you'll be encountering someone like that very shortly…" I finished and then stood up.
"And we all know who HE is." Dante replied, now with the entire plate of cookies in his hand. "Hey, where can I hide these?" He asked me while pointing at the cookies. "What have I done? If she comes here, she'll take my cookies and eat them. And then I bet she'll go for the milk too…" Dante trailed off and I snatched the plate of cookies from him and walked off. "Hey!"
Ok. So here was my first attempt with writing, so it's probably not any good. I had to cut it short...and I'm going to continue it..so don't worry. Jamy! Since I know you're going to read this...can you help me get Dante out of his bad mood and answer more questions? What do you want to know about him? (I'm trying to do the same thing you do where you get all interactive. LOL. And see! You're in my story already! LOL I need help please! :D ) And dont worry...I'll give you some of his cookies for helping :) *Shhhh he won't know*