The brunette stared at the bright blue screen, squinting slightly from the light. As disbelief knitted her eyebrows, she exchanged glances with her companion before voicing her thoughts. "So... what now?"

The other teen girl smiled widely. "Now, we dance." As soon as she concluded her sentence, she began doing wild dance moves consisting of jerky hip movements and arm swinging similair to a frantic chicken.

Her friend crossed her arms, unamused. "No. Just no."

After calming herself down through slow deep breaths, her friend maintained a serious face.

"Are you sane now?" the more solemn girl questioned.

"Yep."

"Good. Anyway, I'm Urushi, this is Dara, and holy cow. We're technically communicating with aliens."

"Hi, mom!" Dara shouted excitedly in front of the camera. Urushi quickly pushed her out of the camera awkwardly.

"Um, so this is a, uh, we found this abandoned thingy in the forest and -"

Her hyper friend pressed her face against the camera once again, collecting all attention to herself greedily. "I got this! Okay, so one day me and Urushi were -"

She corrected, "Urushi and I."

"Wah! Stop judging me! Anyway, so Urushi and I were, like, walking through the forest like bosses. I was going to hunt for some zombies and shizz, and I rescued Urushi from a pack of zombies so we became friends and stuff -"

"We were friends long before that. That's not what happened."

"Well, it is now. Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted, we were walking and then found this rectangle thing on the floor. Is it a toplap or something?"

Her only response was a mere shrug.

"So then there was also this thingy that's like long rope but plastic called a 'charger' but that's not the main point. Anyway, we pushed this button on the thingy and then it turned on and it was really weird," she said hyperly. However, something clicked in her mind, and she was instantly hurled into a world of paranoia. "Oh gourd. I just realized that maybe this thing will let the aliens into our world or if they plan to kill us all and suck our brains out and then we'll all turn into mindless zombies that will have to fight with the other zombies in the apocalypse!"

Immediately, Dara dived out of the camera's view, afraid of her apocalyptic imaginings.

Urushi continued the introduction for her, "So then we turned the laptop or toplap or whatever it's called in your world, and we saw that there was this thing that you guys use call fanfiction dot net or something, right? We found out this net had a huge collection of a lot of stories. We're both writers, so we really got excited about it."

"Stop talking!" Dara's voice bursted through. She concealed her identity with a turquoise blanket. "The aliens will find out about us and destroy the world! Here, use this blanket to hide your identity." She threw a thin blanket towards her friend. Urushi stared at it before sighing.

"Anyway, since someone had to go through buying this computer for us," she said, tossing the blanket to a nearby couch, "we decided to repay that person through offering writing advice. We're still a bit, uh, noob-ish at this -"

"Whaddya mean we're noobs? Look at this," informed Dara. She waved her hands in front of her face. "This. Is. Quality."

"Don't mind her. She has problems."

"What?" Dara appeared from the bottom of the screen, her alien "shield" still resting on her head.

"Anyway, we're offering a bit of advice for you guys. Hopefully, we can help you improve. We'll do each review on a first come first served basis, and the review will be posted here as a chapter, so you'll also get a bit of advertising. If that made any sense."

Dara butted in, "It didn't. Ha."

Her companion bit her lip nervously. "Well, it looks like the battery is running out. It seems thanking our toplap buyer is a story for another time. Don't get discouraged though! We're still reading the fanfics and if you want us to review yours, just private message us."

"Wah! Let me speak too!" Dara frantically shoved Urushi out of the way before sitting herself, still warped in her turquoise rag. She quickly hurried, however, at the camera's second beeping. Glaring at the small object, she demanded, "Stop rushing me! Okay, so like, you can either PM us or just you know, click that little button that says review and send in your request that way. Either way is fine. And also, have a potato-tastic day! Or afternoon. Whatever time it is where you -" Her last words were cut off with a final click as the viewers were met with darkness.