The Muse Hotline
Summary: This one is for museless writers everywhere! Two words: Title Box. AU. Set in the real world...after a fashion...
Disclaimer: The Muse Hotline is mine, the authors mentioned here are my creations. Don't steal. However, the muses…I take them from all over the anime/manga world, so to make it short, I do not own any of the muses nor the worlds they come from.
AN: This was a very odd, spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. I don't know what to do with it, so I put it here…I hope you enjoy! If you know where to put it, tell me, PLEASE:-)
The Muse Hotline
Samantha Fielding had a problem.
An extremely big problem.
She sat in front of her computer with nothing to do…
That's right.
Poor Sam was a museless writer. She needed one very badly, because her reviewers were threatening physical harm if she didn't update immediately.
But, she simply could not find a muse to help her. Sigh.
She went to turn on the TV, leaving behind her computer and her half-finished story, Lost Angels.
Right away, she was hit with a commercial.
"Are you a museless writer? Do you desperately need a new one, or are you just beginning to write for others? If you are a writer in this sad situation, contact the Muse Hotline! We'll match you up with your perfect muse. Call 920-MUSE today! That's 920-6873. Call now!"
Sam frantically scribbled down the number as the commercial ended.
She turned off the TV and ran to her phone.
Must dial quickly…
Rushing a little bit, she dialed the number.
Ring…
Ring…
Click. "Hello, Muse Hotline, how may I help you?"
"Hi, I'm Samantha Fielding, and I need a muse! My reviewers are threatening to kill me if I don't update NOW and…"
"I see. What sort of writer are you? What genre?"
"Angst and Romance, with a Parody sometimes…"
"Okay, Miss Fielding. Calm down. What fandom?"
Sam took slight offense at the 'calm down' bit, but she answered anyway.
"Anime. Usually YuGiOh."
"Mmhmm. Outstanding mental characteristics?"
"Irritating, quick on the uptake, sarcastic and stubborn."
"Alright then, Miss Fielding. Give me your address and we'll send you your muse. Any particular preferences?"
"Umm…Anyone I can get along with, I guess."
"Address?"
"41 Carmen Street, Edmonton, Alberta, ST1 4B7."
"Okay, look for your muse within the week, Miss Fielding."
"Thanks!"
Sam hung up and did a silent victory dance. She'd FINALLY be able to update! FINALLY!
She wondered who her muse would be. It didn't really matter, but she was curious.
Back at the Muse Hotline Headquarters…
"Ryou? We've got a job for you…"
AN: Here's my second random type story. It takes me a long time to garner up enough weirdness for this kind of thing, so don't look for updates for a while. This is not funny. It's insane. It's meant to be weird, something to work on when I feel like it, which won't be often.
And yes, I know I should be updating 'Poor Mary Sue' and 'Missing', but I'm not finished writing the next chapters yet! And you don't want a half-finished chapter, do you? Really, do you? My muses want to know. Less work for them and all.