I got this idea while reading one of Rowana Reenee's stories. Constructive critism will be rewarded with cake... and Gilan.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Will walked nervously towards the commandment tent. His former mentor called him in for unknown reasons. He racked his brain and came up with this conclusion:
They're going to kill me for telling the apprentices I'd cut off their ears and sew them to their mouths with my saxe knife if they didn't shut up.
Halt beckoned Will in. He looked to both sides as if having some big secret. Will stepped in. Crowley, Halt and Gilan, with Jenny hugging his waist tightly, stood in a circle looking cautious.
"We have something very important to discuss with you, Will," Crowley told him. Will blinked in surprise.
"I'm not here for the squabble with the apprentices?" Will asked confused.
"What squabble?" Halt interrupted.
"Oh nothing,"
"Anyway, Will. You aren't real," Crowley said unfaltered.
"What?" Will cried. He was about to voice the thought that Crowley was turning senile but, thought better of the idea.
" Will, you are a character. From a story," Halt butted in.
"No way," Will said. He suspected major leg pulling.
"Way. And there are a group of people called fanfiction writers," Halt continued. Will looked at him curiously.
"They can control us and our lives," Gilan added.
"Really?" Will exclaimed. His eyes danced in a childish manner- he was fascinated.
"Yes."
"I'm gonna go tell Horace and Alyss," Will replied leaping out of his chair. He moved quickly to Tug and mounted. The three rangers were left in silence.
Then they began laughing.
"I'm not here for the squabble with the apprentices?" Crowley mimicked.
"No way!" Halt mocked. Only Gilan, a bit confused didn't laugh.
"Wait, so there are no fanfiction writers?" Gilan questioned. Halt faced his former apprentice.
"No of course not, silly," Halt answered a bit stunned Gilan could be so guillible.
" But then, if there are no fanfiction writers," Gilan began," Why is Jenny here?"