Blurreh is here with her latest Warriors fanfic, Warriors Video Game Release Countdown! Basically ThunderClan, ShadowClan, RiverClan and WindClan count down until the Warriors PlayStation Game is released. Laughs, twists and angry environmentalists. Enjoy!
Blurredpaw: Blurreh owns NOTHING except for the video game, the plot, the software genius's and the dialogue. And she owns the round table. That's all.
And also Becky. Yeah. That's all now.
I think.
Oh, also I own Professor Largenoodle.
ON WITH CHAPTER 1: ERIN, SKYSCRAPERS AND A BROKEN ELEVATOR
In America somewhere, a somewhat hushed party of software geniuses and anxious authors sat at a round table in a very tall skyscraper. At the door was a blonde eleven year old girl who had been hired as the elevator attendant for a feeble sum of five dollars an hour.
Dammit, she hated skyscrapers. This one was an especially high one. She thought at any moment it would crumble under the weight of so many round tables and they would be crushed like ants under the rubble. I'm so optimistic, she thought wryly. She allowed herself a small smile as she listened to the conversation before her.
"Welcome Kate, Vicki, Cherith. So, let me think why you would come to us...oh yeah? We're software geniuses right?"
Kate, Vicki and Cherith nodded. "We prefer Erin," Vicki explained.
"All right, ERIN," the software genius smirked. "I'm John Smith." John Smith had typical masculine blonde hair and brown eyes. He wore a very professional grey suit and shiny black shoes. "My co-workers are Harold Tailor, William Rivers and James Brown." They all nodded seriously. "Pleased to meet you." Smith held out his hand like he wanted Erin to shake it. She looked at him blankly, and he slowly withdrew his hand. "Anyway, I've heard of your book series, Warriors. It's so popular fans are complaining why there is no video game or movie. Fortunately, there are geniuses like us in the world to create one. Is that why you're here?"
"Perhaps you would be kind enough to use some of that genius to help us," Erin replied. She flicked a piece of lint off her leather jacket.
"It will cost money," Smith warned.
"We have plenty."
"Over twenty thousand?"
Erin looked thoughtful. "ThunderClan might be able to trade some chewing gum," she finally stated. "WindClan won't have anything-don't ask them. Cheapskates. RiverClan-those dratted Twolegs have been buying all their fish, so they'll have plenty of money-although they might want that money to go buy Burger King. And ShadowClan have been robbing banks recently, but they've been living the life of Riley and they might want to keep it. Eh. Maybe I can bribe them."
Smith looked at the others. Who is this wacko? he mouthed.
"Anyway," Erin smiled. "We will get the money for you before the game is released."
"Good," Smith smiled. "Today, I have a busy schedule. But not tomorrow. Say, same time tomorrow, same place. We'll fuss over the details later. Goodbye."
"Later," Erin replied. She waved her hand in dismissal and walked out, magically transforming back into three people and discussing new plot lines and dramatic twists for their cats. Tui Sutherland bumped into them, and they started talking about the new clothes shop downtown. The four didn't notice the eleven-year-old girl at all.
Eleven-year-old sighed. Nobody noticed the lowly elevator attendant unless she made some sort of commotion. She screamed loudly to get Smith's attention.
"Huh? Who are you?" Smith asked her.
"I'm Becky, the elevator attendant you hired."
"Elevator attendant? I don't remember any...oh yes, you, Becky! Sit down. What seems to be the matter?"
"The elevator broke down," Becky said flatly, "and twelve people are stuck inside it, screaming through the emergency phone. Luckily I was at my break."
"I didn't say you could have a break," Smith muttered.
"You didn't say I couldn't," Becky smirked.
"Um...has the phone operator got one of her damn headaches?"
"A very bad one," Becky answered. "She had to go home an hour ago."
"They've been stuck in there for an hour?"
"Probably more."
"Damn...bad for business," Smith muttered.
"There are twelve people stuck in an elevator, quickly running out of air, and you're worried that it might be bad for business? What business do you work for anyway?"
"Video Games Incorporated. Well, that's the short title. It's actually The People Who Make Video Games of T.V Series and Book Series that Bomb After A Few Days in the Store, but that puts people off."
"..."
"And so we've decided to make a Warriors video game!"
"...Are you going to help the people in the elevator or not?"
"Maybe later."
"Yeah. I'm done here." Becky got up from the chair and walked away slowly, hands in her pockets. Warriors...aren't they those feral cats that live in Clans somewhere around here? They might see the video game...and be crushed by its badness. Their reputation will be ruined! And as an animal lover, I have to either stop the video game, or warn them! And I don't think John will listen to me, so I'll just have to warn them! But how will I get there...Oooh, I know! Professor Largenoodle!
"WITH THIS DEVICE, I SHALL ATTAIN ALL OF THE NOODLES IN THE WORLD! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Professor Largenoodle?" Becky asked. Professor Largenoodle was a friend of hers, even if he was a little crazy in his "noodle" and being obsessed with said noodles.
"Yessssss, hmm?"
"I didn't ask for noodles, I asked how I could get turned into a cat. So I could warn Firestar and such..."
"Oh yes, you did indeed. How noodleish of me. AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Um, yeah, really...noodleish..." Becky struggled over the last word. "Just tell me how long it will take to make the device."
"With my Psychic-Becky-Teller-Device-Noodle I predicted you coming here, and so I built the Noodle-Becky-Warrior-Device, which will change you into a warrior cat!"
"That's, um, convenient. Say I take it home, write a note to all my people and then use it?" Becky asked.
"Yes, of course! Do with it what you will. I have no use for it, among these other devices you can also have. Show the warriors the genius of Professor Largenoodle! Among them are the famous Noodle-Noodle-Maker, the Noodle-Noodle-Moodle-Cow-Maker-Into-Noodles-Er, the-
"I don't think they'll be interested," Becky interrupted, then realised what she had just said. "Um, not in that way, I'm sure they love noodles and all but-"
"NOT THAT INTERESTED?" the angry professor screamed. His face was even going purple. "NOODLES ARE THE MEANING OF LIFE! YOU CANNOT NOT BE INTERESTED IN NOODLES! HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE ONES THAT LOOK LIKE LOVEHEARTS? NOODLES ARE AWESOME!"
"But-"
"!"
"I'd best be going," Becky stammered, stepping away. "Remember to feed Hepsie..."
"I RENAMED THAT HAMSTER NOODLE, BECAUSE NOODLES ARE IMPORTANT!" Professor Largenoodle fumed.
Becky ran until she was safe at home.
Dear Mary and Peter (mum and dad),
As you know I have a job as an elevator attendant for five bucks an hour, but today I overheard that the software geniuses are going to make a Warrior Cats video game.
And it is going to be crap. The head of the production team even says so himself. Anyway, I visited my friend Professor Largenoodle today and he made me a machine that would make me a cat, so I could warn the Clans about the video game, because their reputation would be crushed. Then hopefully I'll team up with some of them to try and stop it, but I don't know about that part. Anyway, I'll be gone for a while, but don't you worry, because I'll be back really soon!
See ya!
-Becky
Ooh, so Becky is going to transform herself into a cat and warn the Clans of the video game? This should make a hilarious and dramatic adventure, don't you think?
You think not? Whatever. Just read and review!
Plus all of my other fics are on hiatus. Because I'm a lazy procrastinator :D
-BLURREH SIGNING OUTZ