6-13-07

((Author's note: Whew! It's been a long time since I've done this. I apologize to those of you who were waiting on an update to another fandom, but this idea popped into my head awhile ago that just SCREAMS for an outlet. As I sit typing this on my horrid computer what does not connect to the Interweb, I realize I have no idea whether an Emily the Strange category yet exists on ffn. Ah well. More apologies for what I am about to do, though I think the personality changes to characters I've borrowed from the Emily universe are perfectly logical and not so much changes as they are amplifications of certain characteristics in them that were not fully explored by their creators. And stuff. So please enjoy this little romp in the Strange and wonderful fandom that is Emily. ::RavenOfRoses:: ))

((Disclaimer: For a more comprehensive list of what I do and don't own, see my profile. If it's not there, wait a day or two. I might not get around to putting it up immediately.))

--Zero: Emily--

Name: Emily Strange (alias?)

Age/DOB: 13; 14 next Friday the 13th

Height: Atypical

Weight: approx. equal to teen angst

Eyes: Black (sometimes red)

Hair: Black, long

Notes: Subject shows no signs of normal human conscience, thinks nothing of causing harm to others in the pursuit of her own amusement. Use extreme caution when subject has acquired slingshot; has been known to incapacitate full-grown persons with said weapon. Takes four cats as familiars; also be wary of them. Very loyal to subject, WILL ATTACK. Has a penchant for strawberries and Miles Davis. Very fond of highly toxic hybrid plants.

Emily scrolled through a thread on her website's message board. A smile played over her lips as she caught sight of the topic once more: Is there a real Emily out there?

Most of the posters had the grammar and spelling of a three-year-old, but that was to be expected. Popularity inevitably drew a certain number of these drones. (Of course, she couldn't complain: they would make for good toadies later on.) Most of these nonthinkers rehashed each others' words, almost all of which ran along the lines of "she gotta be out there, why they make books bout her if she ain't out there?" Emily scrolled faster, noting a particularly nasty clump of these posts, but she froze when a succinct reply to one of these drones caught her eye.

You're all rather stupid, aren't you? Not every book out there has a real person as the main character. And you know, if there IS a real Emily and she's reading this thread, she's probably added the lot of you to her hit list by now.

It was signed "SilenceIsLouder," but surprisingly, Emily didn't recognize the username. She quickly logged onto her personal account, LiveStrange, and clicked "reply."

I agree wholeheartedly she typed, fingers flying over the keyboard. But she would still need people like them because they are easily manipulated and would provide a good source of manpower. Or womanpower, if that should be more apt.

She posted the reply, then opened a new window so she could scan other threads as she waited for a response. One thread, "World Domination," looked promising but offered nothing but jesting plots to take over children's broadcasting and bribe world leaders into puppet governments. None of the plans were detailed, plausible, even feasible. A new mailer would be needed soon, she knew that from the sorry state of these posts.

Would she really be that cruel? It took a moment for Emily to realize that she was looking at a reply. She hovered between opening a private chat with the girl--she was certain it was a girl--and just sticking to a traditional message board convo. Her fingers moved of their own accord, and it was another post to the message board.

Yes. I do think so.

Emily sat and looked at this reply for a long time before she sent it. A small ripple of uneasiness drifted through her head and was quickly squelched before it could cause any trouble.

One click later, and it was posted. SilenceIsLouder would not send a reply; this she knew. The finality was too sharp for there to be any further discussion. In a few minutes, Emily knew she would follow through with her usual policy by deleting the entire thread she'd posted on. A bit of a shame to erase the unknown girl's words, but Emily had to cover her tracks.

In the meantime, she thought she'd poke around in this person's account. Her usual password brought up her target's complete stats. Member for almost as long as the message board had been around, was one of the few to have their account transferred to the new system when everything was updated. She'd been asked to be a moderator several times on grounds of seniority, but each time she refused. Emily couldn't figure out why until she checked the girl's post log. She'd spoken no more than two dozen times in all the years she had been with the site, and five of her posts had been made to the thread Emily was seconds away from deleting.

Emily paused. Delete nearly a fourth of the girl's posts? Another moment, and she brought up the thread again. Delete thread? it blinked. Emily nodded and clicked yes.

"Well that's done," she sighed to herself, leaning back in the computer chair and giving her arms a good stretch.

One of her cats wandered over to see what she was doing. Emily chuckled to herself at its lack of subtlety but let her hand stray to the creature's ear all the same. The black car arched its back in its own stretch and glanced at the computer screen. Seeing nothing interesting, it yawned and wandered off again.

"I should get working on that mailer," Emily murmured to no one in particular, and she turned back to the computer with a small smile on her face.