Marie Susan was a typical teenage girl. She loved ponys, rainbows, and hot boys. Two hot boys in particular, that is. They were the stars of her favorite show, Merlin. Their names were Merlin (duh) and Arthur. She was obsessed with them. She particularly enjoyed making shrines covered with pictures of their faces.
One night, when she was thinking about Arthur and Merlin, she saw a shooting star out of her window. She figured she might as well try it, and wished as hard as she could that she would travel to Camelot and meet her boys in the flesh.
Then she went to sleep, excited to see if her wish had worked. However, there was one thing she should have remembered.
Be careful what you wish for.
The next day when she woke up, she was in a forest. She squealed! This was just like all of those fanfictions she had read/written. She began to make her way through the woods. It was a shame she only had on a pair of flimsy shorts and a tee shirt, because she had to make her way through several scratchy plants.
Ouch! She had tripped on a tree root. Now her knees were scratched up. And she had broken one of her perfectly manicured nails. And they had been the perfect shade of coral blue! But she would not give up! Visions of magical adventures danced in her head as she unknowingly walked with her back to Camelot deeper into the forest.
It was nightfall and Marie Susan had not made it to Camelot yet. Her feet ached, she was hungry, and there were still no cute boys. She did her favorite pout that actually made her look like a constipated walrus before gathering some leaves into a bed shape and settling down to sleep.
The next morning she was awoken to the sound of horses. Yes! She knew her prince would come for her! She quickly stood and ran towards the horses.
She fell into a river.
Once she climbed out of the river, she realized her mascara was running. Dammit! Today was not her day. Or maybe it was...
On the other side of the river she spied with her little eye someone she had been spying on via the internet for, like, ever. She squealed again. She scared all of the birds from the trees. She was really good at that. Maybe when she gets to Camelot she should be a professional bird-scarer.
She began to jump up and down until the knights noticed her. And what a sight she was.
Her hair was knotted with leaves, her mascara was running all the way down her face, and she was dressed so skantily that the knights must have thought she was a run away prostitute.
Since none of the knights had wanted to come near her, she had eneded up following them back to Camelot. She had apperantly been going in the complete wrong direction. Who knew?
But it was all worth it once she was inside Camelot's walls. The peasants cheerily saying hello to one another, the castle towering in the distance, the smell of- ugh what was that smell? Grimacing, she walked faster, determined not to take another breath until she was in the main square of the castle.
When she got there, she ran into someone. And it wasn't just any ordinary someone, it was none other than- wait, that was just a servant. Dammit! She made her walrus face again and everyone in a 15 foot radius took a step back.
"SORCERER!" Uther yelled, having just witnesses the strange power the creepy prostitute held over his subjects. "Execute her!"
The only thing Marie Susan saw after that was black.
And a couple dancing pinapples.
And a chipmunk.
But at least it was a purple chipmunk.
This is what happenes when I decide to write fanfiction at 3 am. You're welcome.