AN: Hello, fanfiction! Most of you probably don't know me because I've never written for this fandom before. Wicked is my new obsession and I recently came across these questions and answers and I just loved them. 3Mindy3's was the first one I read and I loved it. Good job! I decided that I wanted to conform and do one too. It just looked so fun. All spelling/grammar errors are mine. Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: *sigh* Nope. Not mine.
Introduction.
"Aaaaahhhh!" a very confused, very pink Glinda yelled as she fell into a white room. Luckily, she landed safely on a fluffy, pink beanbag.
"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," a little girl with two braids said, looking around the blank room.
"Oh no," Glinda groaned, getting off the beanbag which promptly disappeared. "Not her."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dorothy asked, confused.
"And they call me blonde," Glinda muttered.
"That's because you are blonde," an extremely amused green woman said. Glinda gasped and whirled around.
"Elphie!" she squealed. "You're alive! Wait, why are you alive? And who's the scarecrow?"
"Scarecrow!" Dorothy exclaimed. Toto barked in recognition. The scarecrow rolled his eyes and turned back to Glinda. Dorothy pouted in the corner.
"Hi, Glinda," Fiyero said sheepishly, looking down. Suddenly, he was tackled by a mass of pink and sparkles.
"I missed you guys so much!" she told them. "Why didn't you tell me you were alive?"
"It's a really long story," Elphaba said. "Do you know where we are and why the farm brat's here?"
"Hey!" Dorothy shouted from her corner. No one paid any attention to her.
"No idea," Glinda said. Suddenly, a twister blew into the room and Madame Morrible and the Wizard skidded across the floor.
"Elphaba!" the Wizard exclaimed. "You're alive."
"Yeah, no thanks to you," she snapped.
"I didn't know you were my daughter!"
"And that makes it okay?" They were interrupted by Nessa being wheeled into the room by some invisible force.
"Hey, what's going on?" she cried as the chair came to a stop. Her ruby slippers magically appeared on her feet and her chair disappeared as she stood up.
"We have no idea," Morrible said bitterly.
"Everyone, look for a door, or window, or something," Elphaba ordered. They searched for a while but didn't see anything. A noise distracted them from their search. *CLANK* *CLANK* *CLANK* Boq joined the rest of them through a door that suddenly appeared.
"No, no. Don't close the door!" all of them shouted—well all of them but Dorothy, who was too busy yelling "Tinny!"—but it was too late. A maniacal cackle sounded throughout the room.
"Was that you?" Fiyero asked Elphaba.
She threw up her hands. "How come whenever someone cackles, people think it's me?"
"Fae," Fiyero said gently, "it's you. And I love you, despite your cackle."
"Awww!" the disembodied voice said. "I just love you guys so much. Isn't it nice to be together again?"
"Who are you?" Elphaba demanded.
"The name's Lewis, TB Lewis," the voice replied, "but you can call me Taryn. I'm the one who brought you here."
"Why?" Nessa asked.
"That's an excellent question, Nessarose," Taryn said. "Have a seat, and I'll tell you." Eight chairs popped up out of the ground. It was pretty obvious which chair belonged to which person. Glinda received a fluffy, sparkly, pink chair. Elphie sat down in her simple but comfortable black chair. Fiyero got a beige chair that matched his Dancing Through Life pants. Dorothy got a bale of straw and Toto got a velvet cushion that said "Doggy" on it. Nessa got her "horrible chair with wheels" back and Boq got a wider, sliver chair. The Wizard got a wicker rocking chair and Madame Morrible got a metal stool. A teenage girl with her brown hair pulled up into a ponytail strolled confidently into the room.
"Welcome!" she said. "This is what I like to call the Oz Blog. Shh, don't tell anyone but I stole that name from ."
"Is this another question and answer?" Glinda whined. "How many times can we answer the same questions?"
"Until I or the reviewers get bored," Taryn replied happily. "Now let's get down to business. Do you have questions or requests for me before we begin."
"No Gelphie!" Elphaba and Glinda shouted together.
"Or Foq," Fiyero added.
"I can do that," Taryn said. "Oh Fiyero, I almost forgot!" She clapped her hands and Fiyero was turned back into, well, Fiyero. "I was going to use my easy button but 3Mindy3 used it first," Taryn continued with a sigh.
"Fiyero!" Elphaba shouted and launched herself at him. They met in a passionate kiss.
"Okay guys," Taryn said. "Minimum on the PDA, please. There are minors around." They separated, flushed. Taryn rolled her eyes.
"Hey, what about me?" Boq said.
"I would," Taryn drawled, "but I don't like you. Maybe later." He pouted as much as a Tin Man could.
"Why do I get a stool?" Morrible inquired.
"Because I don't like you either," Taryn said. "Anything else?" Morrible stuck her nose up in the air and Taryn tried not to laugh at her fish-like appearance.
"Will dares be allowed?" Glinda asked.
Taryn grinned evilly. "Oh yes. I might even allow visitors and you know how crazy fan girls—and boys—can get." All of the characters paled and Taryn chuckled wickedly (AN: Haha. Punny.)
"You wouldn't actually let them near us, would you?" Fiyero asked nervously.
"Well, I do need you intact but a fan's obsession is more powerful than even my author magic," Taryn mused. "If all of them grouped together, I pretty positive I wouldn't be able to stop them." *wink* *wink*. Nessa raised her hand, like a proper little schoolgirl. Taryn nodded to her to speak.
"Are we going to get more hate mail?" she questioned.
"Probably," Taryn shrugged. "I just relay what the people want to say. Speaking of the people, only three questions per review, please. And only one review per chapter. You can put as many comments in it as you want though. Also, constructive criticism is always welcome. I love that stuff. Well, I'll see you next time on the OZ Blog! Say goodbye, guys." The characters grumbled and a smiling Taryn disappeared into a cloud of green fog.
AN: Yay! Please review. I can't update unless you do and I need at least three reviewers with questions. Thanks!