Disclaimer: I don't own (blah blah) any (blah) Mortal Kombat characters (blah-dy blah blah)
Summary: Something all fan fic writers of Mortal KombatNEED to read.
She shivered as the freezing wind bit at her skin, retreating against the shelter of a tree, knowing not what stood behind it: a yellow-clad, undead ninja!
His feet made no sound in the snow as he approached her, a large arm wrapping around her waist from behind. "Get over here…" he growled seductively, pulling her into him, saving her from the bitter cold of the storm.
The echo of my clacking fingers against the keys was interrupted by a gruff, yet assertive cough. I found it odd since there was no one else in the room but me (or so I thought). Imagine my utter shock and fright when I glanced behind me to meet the face of a white-eyed specter.
I fell from my chair painfully, now at the feet of a very large, very angry-looking Scorpion. I would have pissed myself if I had drank all my Dr. Pepper which still sat next to the keyboard.
"…You…" his eyes narrowed viciously. He reached down and, with one arm, grabbed the collar of my shirt, lifting me up off the ground by it before proceeding to bash my head against the glowing computer monitor.
Scorpion's fingers dug into my hair. He used his grip to stick my face in front of the screen so I couldn't help but see the words of the story I was writing. "You're such a big fan…" he began dangerously, "…Does that really sound like something I would do? Does it!"
I didn't have a chance to answer before he once again shoved my face against the rather hard monitor.
I went through sixteen fatalities and resurrections that night before the demon left. My house was redecorated into the 'hell hole' style. Scorpion had cut off my head a few times and painted a wall to leave me and every other fan girl a bloody reminder:
FAN GIRLS BEWARE. SCORPION WILL SHOW UP AT YOUR HOUSE AND TORTURE YOU IF YOU DO NOT WRITE HIM CORRECTLY IN CHARACTER.
…I learned my lesson.
Fin