This is the beginning of a silly fic that I'm doing just to change the pace
of my other more serious ones!
(Which you should read by the way *hint hint nudge nudge*)
Disclaimer: As hard as I may wish and cry and beg and plead, I do not, repeat DO NOT, own any of the Newsies, especially The Annoying Red-headed Kid (thank God for that one) I only own myself - Jess/Stress - and any other girl in this loverly story is the property of herself!
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It was a nice spring morning. Jess, known as Stress in the newsieverse, was just starting her day. Pulling her long brown curls back in a bun as she ran down to the basement to boot up the computer, she ignored her mother's nagging voice.
"Jess, can you come vacuum the living room? The rabbit had an accident again." she called from the kitchen where she was washing the breakfast dishes.
"Lancie? Not again. Uggh, I don't wanna have to clean up his mess today. That's what Woody is for." Jess said to herself as she tried to tune out the stupid Windows song that always comes on when she logs onto her brother's, the aforementioned Woody, computer. All of a sudden she had a flash of brilliance. "Sure, Mom. In a minute." Jess's "in-a-minute's" were famous in her household. They always meant "when I'm done with doing something that is either way more important or way more fun than what you want me to do, then maybe I'll do that too."
Satisifed that her mother would just get aggravated and give up on her, Jess logged on to Lycos.com to read her e-mail. Now, for any other ordinary 18 1/2 year old girl, that might be an average feat. But Jess was not ordinary. She was one of the proud, the few (well not too few, 500+ members is a lot!), the strong: a member of the NML.
The NML, or in layman's terms - The Newsies Mailing List - was the reason why it took so long for Jess to go through her daily e-mail. Courtesy of her fellow Newsies Nut Cases, Jess usually had fifty-some-odd e-mails to read on an average day.
On that average day, that glorious spring morning, Jess was reading an e- mail from one of her Internet Newsies pals - Quipster. It was an average "Write more fic or else I'm gonna send an annoying Newsie after you" e- mail. Jess had already sent Davey and Crutchy to annoy Quipster but that all stopped when Quipster found Jess's weakness- The Annoying Red-headed Kid from the beginning of the movie. Yes, you know the one: Mr "Get the lead out of your pants" himself. After an agreement that Jess would write more fic to send to the list, Quipster agreed to keep The Annoying Red- headed Kid in her drawer for safe-keeping.
But what Quipster didn't know, or any other NMLer for that matter, was that The Annoying Red-headed Kid had escaped to wreak havoc on Manhattan.
But not present-day Manhattan. Of course not. The Annoying Red-headed Kid could only wreak havoc in New York, 1899 style. And since it would be much more fun to wreak havoc on people who knew who he was, the ever-mighty, the immortal, the powerful, The Annoying Red-headed Kid, he was gonna bring some friends along with him.
All it would take is a click of a mouse, a snap of the fingers, the perfect moment and a sock. Well, the sock was just to keep his left foot warm. He always was losing his left sock, but never the right one. Because the ever- mighty, The Annoying Red-headed Kid, was so powerful he could tell his left sock from his right sock. But that's not important right now.
After he stole one of Quipster's left socks right out of the sock drawer he was imprisoned in, The Annoying Red-headed Kid, who had escaped while Quipster was in school, had set up his plan. To a select few, 31 girls to be exact, he sent an e-mail:
Hiya!
You are gonna be in a new fic that I'm writing starring that ever-so-sexy red-headed boy who works for the distribution center. Just send me your name and you're in!
Thanks,
T.A.R.K.
Then The Annoying Red-headed Kid snapped his fingers and tucked a little bit of his mystical power into each individual e-mail, ensuring they were sent to the right people. Cause he only wanted the right people around when he wreaked havoc. Not only was he ever-mighty, immortal and powerful, The Annoying Red-headed Kid was a wee bit snooty to boot.
It was that e-mail that Jess was about to read as she sat in the cellar of her home. Watching "The Smurfs" on Cartoon Network as she browsed through her e-mail, Jess saw that there was an e-mail address she didn't recognize that had sent her an e-mail with the words "new fic" in the subject line. "Oooh, a newbie. And they want to write a fic so soon, awesome! Let's see what they have to say. " Jess said, her green eyes alit with interest, as she clicked on the e-mail to read.
"Oh, wow. A fic about that annoying red-headed kid. How interesting. And what an unique NN-- T.A.R.K.. But, heck it's a fic, and I loooooooooooooove to be in fic's, so I'm in!" she said joyfully to herself as she quickly typed a reply and went to click the "send" button. She got sidetracked when she heard her mother grumbling about "so-called" adults who spend there day solely on the computer.
Prepared to go upstairs and defend her computer dealings, Jess got up and went to leave the cellar. "Oops, it didn't work." she noted before turning to leave the computer room of the basement. Directing the mouse back to the "send" button, Jess clicked, sending her reply to T.A.R.K.'s request.
"Hey, Mom. I'll be right there, I need to talk to you." she called up the stairs, not noticing the purple cloud that had snuck out of the back of the computer monitor. Just as she went to walk up the stairs, she let out a scream when the mysterious purple cloud morphed into a giant hand and pulled her through the computer screen.
"Or, maybe not..." her voice faintly echoed as the computer glowed bright white before shutting itself off.
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Believable, huh? I didn't think so! That's why it's fiction, YAY! Gotta love it! What did you think? Is it worthy of continue or do you not care? LMK!
~**STRESS**~
(Which you should read by the way *hint hint nudge nudge*)
Disclaimer: As hard as I may wish and cry and beg and plead, I do not, repeat DO NOT, own any of the Newsies, especially The Annoying Red-headed Kid (thank God for that one) I only own myself - Jess/Stress - and any other girl in this loverly story is the property of herself!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*
It was a nice spring morning. Jess, known as Stress in the newsieverse, was just starting her day. Pulling her long brown curls back in a bun as she ran down to the basement to boot up the computer, she ignored her mother's nagging voice.
"Jess, can you come vacuum the living room? The rabbit had an accident again." she called from the kitchen where she was washing the breakfast dishes.
"Lancie? Not again. Uggh, I don't wanna have to clean up his mess today. That's what Woody is for." Jess said to herself as she tried to tune out the stupid Windows song that always comes on when she logs onto her brother's, the aforementioned Woody, computer. All of a sudden she had a flash of brilliance. "Sure, Mom. In a minute." Jess's "in-a-minute's" were famous in her household. They always meant "when I'm done with doing something that is either way more important or way more fun than what you want me to do, then maybe I'll do that too."
Satisifed that her mother would just get aggravated and give up on her, Jess logged on to Lycos.com to read her e-mail. Now, for any other ordinary 18 1/2 year old girl, that might be an average feat. But Jess was not ordinary. She was one of the proud, the few (well not too few, 500+ members is a lot!), the strong: a member of the NML.
The NML, or in layman's terms - The Newsies Mailing List - was the reason why it took so long for Jess to go through her daily e-mail. Courtesy of her fellow Newsies Nut Cases, Jess usually had fifty-some-odd e-mails to read on an average day.
On that average day, that glorious spring morning, Jess was reading an e- mail from one of her Internet Newsies pals - Quipster. It was an average "Write more fic or else I'm gonna send an annoying Newsie after you" e- mail. Jess had already sent Davey and Crutchy to annoy Quipster but that all stopped when Quipster found Jess's weakness- The Annoying Red-headed Kid from the beginning of the movie. Yes, you know the one: Mr "Get the lead out of your pants" himself. After an agreement that Jess would write more fic to send to the list, Quipster agreed to keep The Annoying Red- headed Kid in her drawer for safe-keeping.
But what Quipster didn't know, or any other NMLer for that matter, was that The Annoying Red-headed Kid had escaped to wreak havoc on Manhattan.
But not present-day Manhattan. Of course not. The Annoying Red-headed Kid could only wreak havoc in New York, 1899 style. And since it would be much more fun to wreak havoc on people who knew who he was, the ever-mighty, the immortal, the powerful, The Annoying Red-headed Kid, he was gonna bring some friends along with him.
All it would take is a click of a mouse, a snap of the fingers, the perfect moment and a sock. Well, the sock was just to keep his left foot warm. He always was losing his left sock, but never the right one. Because the ever- mighty, The Annoying Red-headed Kid, was so powerful he could tell his left sock from his right sock. But that's not important right now.
After he stole one of Quipster's left socks right out of the sock drawer he was imprisoned in, The Annoying Red-headed Kid, who had escaped while Quipster was in school, had set up his plan. To a select few, 31 girls to be exact, he sent an e-mail:
Hiya!
You are gonna be in a new fic that I'm writing starring that ever-so-sexy red-headed boy who works for the distribution center. Just send me your name and you're in!
Thanks,
T.A.R.K.
Then The Annoying Red-headed Kid snapped his fingers and tucked a little bit of his mystical power into each individual e-mail, ensuring they were sent to the right people. Cause he only wanted the right people around when he wreaked havoc. Not only was he ever-mighty, immortal and powerful, The Annoying Red-headed Kid was a wee bit snooty to boot.
It was that e-mail that Jess was about to read as she sat in the cellar of her home. Watching "The Smurfs" on Cartoon Network as she browsed through her e-mail, Jess saw that there was an e-mail address she didn't recognize that had sent her an e-mail with the words "new fic" in the subject line. "Oooh, a newbie. And they want to write a fic so soon, awesome! Let's see what they have to say. " Jess said, her green eyes alit with interest, as she clicked on the e-mail to read.
"Oh, wow. A fic about that annoying red-headed kid. How interesting. And what an unique NN-- T.A.R.K.. But, heck it's a fic, and I loooooooooooooove to be in fic's, so I'm in!" she said joyfully to herself as she quickly typed a reply and went to click the "send" button. She got sidetracked when she heard her mother grumbling about "so-called" adults who spend there day solely on the computer.
Prepared to go upstairs and defend her computer dealings, Jess got up and went to leave the cellar. "Oops, it didn't work." she noted before turning to leave the computer room of the basement. Directing the mouse back to the "send" button, Jess clicked, sending her reply to T.A.R.K.'s request.
"Hey, Mom. I'll be right there, I need to talk to you." she called up the stairs, not noticing the purple cloud that had snuck out of the back of the computer monitor. Just as she went to walk up the stairs, she let out a scream when the mysterious purple cloud morphed into a giant hand and pulled her through the computer screen.
"Or, maybe not..." her voice faintly echoed as the computer glowed bright white before shutting itself off.
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Believable, huh? I didn't think so! That's why it's fiction, YAY! Gotta love it! What did you think? Is it worthy of continue or do you not care? LMK!
~**STRESS**~
