-Prologue-

It is a stormy night. One of those stormy nights saved for movies where the rain lashes, the wind bellows and the thunder crashes. It was most certainly one of those nights.

A jagged flash of lightening illuminates the rickety, black stone tower in which two fanfiction authors are huddled around a small flame that creates dramatic shadows on their (very beautiful) faces.

WaffleDragon rubs her hands together and grins at SciFikarma who returns with an equally evil grin.

"What shall we do tonight ScFi" Waffle asks eagerly as another strike of lightening briefly floods the dusty tower with light.

"What we do every night, Waffle." SciFi says with precise calmness before breaking into an evil grin. "Try to take over the world!"

At the dramatic statement Waffle claps her hands together and bounces up and down. "And how will we do that, SciFi?"

"First we shall get the most powerful fictional forces out of our way and then our plans will be thwarted no more." SciFi says evil grin still in place, the flickering candle giving her a glint in her eyes.

"And-and how do we do that?" Waffle presses excitedly, gazing at SciFi with reverence.

"Ah, now my dear Waffle. I shall tell you." The grin grows menacing. "We shall invite them to a dinner party." A clap of thunder sounds as her evil laugh begins. "MWAHAHAHAHA!"

"Haha..ha..I don't get it." Waffle's (beautiful) face creases in puzzlement.

SciFi shakes her head in despair. "Don't worry your little head about it." She turns to face the reader in the eye. "This time nothing can possibly go wrong…"