"What are we doing here?" Steve asked.
"The Boss has writer's block," Darren explained.
"More like she's too lazy to update her proper fics." Steve chuckled.
"You know, you're probably right," Darren noted. "Anyway, what should we do?"
Steve gave Darren a look that the raven-haired boy knew all too well.
"This is a K-rated fic!" Darren exclaimed before the grey-haired boy could say anything.
Steve frowned. "I don't know then."
They're master, SL, suddenly floated down from God-knows-where and appeared next to them.
"You're right," She mused. "I really should've thought about what was going to happen before I started typing. I don't even know where we are right now."
"Let's just say we're at the Cirque du Freak." Darren suggested. Immediately the tents and vans began to materialize all around them.
"So now this story is actually set somewhere," SL said. "Now what are you two going to do?"
SL gave Darren the same look Steve had a while ago.
"I thought you weren't a yaoi fangirl." Darren commented dryly.
"I have my moments," SL shrugged. "I've got it! How about we make this one of those interview fics?"
"Interview fics?" Steve echoed.
"You know, those fics where you can ask the characters questions and make them do stupid stuff." SL explained.
"What kind of stuff?" Darren questioned, looking terrified.
"Don't worry; we'll keep it G-rated just for you." SL laughed.
"Darn." Steve muttered.
SL turned to their imaginary audience. "So, everyone, ask your questions. Tell me what you want to see them do. And it doesn't have to be just Steve and Darren – they're just my mascots."
"I thought Len Kagamine was your mascot." Darren pointed out.
"Yes, but you're my other mascots." Her voice turned to a whisper. "Oh, and sometimes I might just break that G-rated promise. If you bribe me with Len Kagamine or Steve."
"I heard that!" Darren cried.
SL shushed him. "So review to ask. Do it. Or I'll send Steve after you."
"I have a stick." Steve announced proudly.