Diaspro focused intensely on the computer screen before her, madly typing away at the laptop's keyboard. Her day had been awful, despite a promising start. She had awoken with an intent to truly accomplish something, but her hopes had been dashed by that horrible Bloom. She'd lost her job, any chance of redeeming herself before Prince Sky, and on top of all that, she was pushed into a pool for no reason. Rude as hell. The only good thing to come out of all this was that it provided for some excellent fanfiction fodder. Diaspro had taken up the hobby only recently, but found it quite therapeutic.
"And then Princess Diamond took up She-Ra's sword and smote the evil Whoredak Bloom once and for all." Diaspro angrily said out loud as she typed her story's conclusion. Princess Diamond was her obvious self insert, who battled various incarnations of Bloom throughout several Saturday morning cartoons.
"Finally. Now I'll submit my last chapter to fanfiction dot net." Diaspro said. "Maybe I'll at least get a little respect on the internet, since I can't get it in real life."
Diaspro uploaded her document and re-read it one more time after it was published to make sure there were no errors. Satisfied, she closed her laptop and went to take a shower. She was still in a bad mood, but at least she accomplished something without messing up. Diaspro slipped off her clothes and admired her ass in the mirror before stepping into the shower. As the warm water rushed over her skin, she couldn't help but feel relaxed.
After spending twenty minutes in the shower, Diaspro was ready for bed. She put on a transparent sleeping gown and crawled underneath the covers. "Maybe tomorrow will be better." she mumbled to herself as she drifted into slumber.
Diaspro woke up later than usual, but it didn't matter, she didn't have a job to wake up for. She crawled out of bed and lazily got dressed, not bothering to put the Eraklyon ceremonial armor on. "I'm probably going to be forced to return it." Diaspro said venomously.
Pushing thoughts of Sky and his family aside, Diaspro opened up her laptop and went to check on her story. To her dismay, there were no reviews or favorites. Disappointed, she decided to look at other recent fanfiction posts. Then utter disaster struck. On the second page was a story with the same title as hers, and upon further review, the exact same description, just with the names switched. Horrified, Diaspro clicked on it.
"This is unthinkable! Someone stole my precious fanfiction!" she wailed. Then she looked at the screen again. "And it has more reviews and favorites than mine!"
Diaspro cared way too much about her stupid fanfic to let this go, she had to find the culprit and end them. The username of the person who stole her story was not indicative of their real name, so Diaspro had a mystery on her hands. She would not rest until she tracked this motherfucker down and put a bullet through their brain. A magical bullet, that is.
Diaspro had no idea how to go about locating the perpetrator, but she knew someone who might be able to help, someone of great power and wisdom who's very name struck fear into the hearts of fairies and witches alike. "I'll just call him, surely he can destroy whoever dared to steal my story!" Diaspro cackled as she flipped open her phone.
Somewhere on the other side of the magical dimension, a phone rang. After the second jingle, a mysterious gloved hand picked it up and answered. "You've reached Valtor the wizard, infamous criminal and leading advocate for the legalization of marijuana in the magical dimension. How may I help you?"