Hello, readers! Yes, I know, I said I would work on Sketches and Scars, but then I had to write this story for reasons stated below. I'll still be working on Sketches and Scars, though; I'll just be splitting my time between that and this.

Disclaimer: I...actually do own everything in this chapter. Weird. The concept of this fic in general probably isn't mine, and there will be not-mine characters in future chapters

Kris yawned and stretched leisurely, resting her feet on the table. FlightofSilver had been working on something, and she was supposed to have a part. Seeing as her author had so lazily stopped working on Game-on! and just about anything else with Kris in it, this had to be the best news she had ever received.

The door opened, and in came a girl with uncombed shoulder-length brown hair, dressed in a black T-shirt, camo pants, and a tan hat with a rhinestone cross embellishment and a clothespin decorated to look like a one-eyed caterpillar clipped onto the brim.

"You got my script, Gameoner?" Kris removed her feet from the table and sat up straight.

"Yes," the author replied. "And it's FlightofSilver."

"Psh," Kris snorted, "You just changed it so you'd have a cooler pen name."

"...It's not too late for me to rewrite your part and give it to someone else, y'know, ."

"...Sorry," Kris slouched in her chair and pouted slightly. "So what's the deal, anyway? I thought you were only working on Sketches and Scars."

"I was," Silver replied, biting her lip. "And I still am working on it. But Sam and I decided to have a video game tournament. I lost. So now I have to write a ten-chapter fic involving...ugh, here." She shoved a pile of papers at her character.

Kris picked up the top page and recognized it as a character design. "Who's this?"

"Your co-star. Read it." Silver dropped her head on the table and braced herself.

Kris complied. The meeting room was quiet for a few seconds.

"Sooo... I'm supposed to become the best friend of a beautiful orphaned girl with amazing powers and help her save the worlds of fanfiction. She does all the cool stuff, makes all the cute guys fall in love with her, and is basically perfect while I'm the wisecracking sidekick who makes all the bad stuff happen."

Silver visibly cringed. "...Sorry?"

A beat.

"...YOU'RE PUTTING ME IN A FANFIC WITH A MARY SUE?"

"That was what we agreed on!" Silver whined. "The loser writes a Mary Sue fic! And I lost! I think I mentioned that."

Kris moaned. "So why're you putting me in it?"

"You're my favorite OC?"

"You're a deluded sadist. No way am I working with a Mary Sue."

"Look, I have to write and publish this monster!"Silver snapped. "And it's only ten chapters."

"'Only ten chapters,' she says. And you've written three whole chapters in only one year."

Silver sighed. "Look, you gonna agree to this or not?"

"What if I don't?"

"...I'll make you marry Ryan."

"You wouldn't."

"Suppose I would. I have been considering adding some romance to your story."

"...Fine. Just keep the Ryan-romance out of my life."

"Fine by me," Silver replied. "So I brought her design so you could look at it and be a little more prepared before the story starts proper. Y'know, 'cause you're my favorite."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, reading it:

'Name: Magenta Sakura Ashley Flamingo Marielle Clementine Silver Zanahoria Violette Raynebow Anarora Mor-ia VonMewmew Nuva'

What."

"Just keep reading."

"'Nickname: Magenta

Race: She looks like a human, except way prettier and wiser and more acrobatic

Hair: Changes color; usually purple and/or white

Eyes: Change color; usually magenta

Age: 300, but she looks 16

Additional info: She's an awesome dancer. She can sing better than anyone, and she can play any musical instrument, and she's so beautiful that anyone who looks at her loves her.' Wow, I hate her already. 'Her parents are...'...WHAT?"Kris stared at her author with a gaping mouth and bulging eyes.

Silver shrugged. "It made some kind of sense at the time."

"How...how is that biologically possible?"

"This is a Mary Sue. Laws of science and logic commit suicide around those characters."

Kris groaned and pushed the papers back. "I don't think I can read any more. I'll just be surprised. Can I have my script?"

"Here." Silver handed over a folder. "I gotta go. Break a leg."

"Can it be her leg?"

"...Not before chapter 10."

Yep. I lost a bet to my brother, and he's making me write this. I shouldn't do bets.