[Welcome to the Fan Fiction Without a Plot(Chocolate Muse: ba buh
bummm...). (An: It's very sad) This fiction is pointless so don't ask. I
don't own anything and I'm poor (CM : You lie!) so don't sue me. This is
the product of smoking some special stuff while I am writing this shit. ]
"Oh shit! Did Snape actually kill me this time? Am I dead? Is this what death is.a big black void.?" Harry looked around, but he couldn't see anything as it was all just black."(An: very black, it's scary! I'm hugging a teddy bear)
[You're not dead, unless of course if I get the urge. Right now you're just floating around without a purpose]
"Who said that?"
[The author of this piece of dribble]
"Author?"
[Yes. You are in a *drum roll* Fan Fiction Without a Plot, congratulations]
"Uh huh. This is all just a part of the poison. Fight it Harry."
[You're not dead, nobody poisoned you, and I'm just clueless]
"I don't remember taking acid."
[Look ass hole, I am the ALL POWERFUL FAN FICTION AUTHOR [[CM: BA BUH BUMMM...]]. So start kissing my ass, so cool stuff happens]
" I am obviously not going to kiss up to a figment of my imagination; so bugger off."
In the blink of an eye, but not less than half, Harry was standing in a two bed, white hotel room, complete with a mini bar and really ugly bed covers. (I'm the queen of run on sentences, don't shoot me)
Harry looked around, "That was special."
[Yeah, well, the "Black Void" thing was getting old; but don't worry. It's outside]
"What?" Harry looked out a window and saw nothing, but the Black Void.
[I'm too lazy to make some scenery]
"So. I'm not drugged, and you really are all powerful?"
[Yep, like I said, I'm the author and I AM ALL POWERFUL. That also means that I could very easily kill you off at any time, and say you have a clone. So don't upset me by saying that I'm a figment. Especially your figment. (An: People call me funny names all the time, but we'll show them won't we my precious? )
A second later the door opened and Ron walked in. This was followed by applause from a studio audience some where far away, because I don't feel like making a studio for them to sit in. But you may rest assured that some talk show host is being deprived of some studio audience's applause. Let's say it's Oprah.
(An: *dodges a couple of bullet shots from some disgruntled Oprah fans*)
"Harry?"
"Yeah Ron?"
"I'm really confused."
"Well, to sum it all up, we are being held captive by a maniacal fan fiction author."
[Muhahahahahaha *lightning flashes are occurring*]
"Oh. Harry I think I'm on drugs." concluded Ron.
Well that was a little of a fan fiction with no plot and no direction. So you can help. What would you like to see in The Plotless Harry Potter Fan Fiction? (CM: ba buh bumm...) Yes, I am shamelessly asking for ideas. Like, who shows up next? I don't know. Maybe it could be a homicidal Oprah fan, or perhaps some one who is actually in the books. But I wouldn't look for a plot development any time soon.
Chocolate Muse, the Beta: You should all be on your hands and knees thanking me. When Lady D said earlier that she was the Queen of Run-on Sentences, she wasn't lying. Without me, you would all have to deal with run-on sentences, missing periods and commas, and missing capitalization galore. You can thank me by voting Draco into the next chapter.
"Oh shit! Did Snape actually kill me this time? Am I dead? Is this what death is.a big black void.?" Harry looked around, but he couldn't see anything as it was all just black."(An: very black, it's scary! I'm hugging a teddy bear)
[You're not dead, unless of course if I get the urge. Right now you're just floating around without a purpose]
"Who said that?"
[The author of this piece of dribble]
"Author?"
[Yes. You are in a *drum roll* Fan Fiction Without a Plot, congratulations]
"Uh huh. This is all just a part of the poison. Fight it Harry."
[You're not dead, nobody poisoned you, and I'm just clueless]
"I don't remember taking acid."
[Look ass hole, I am the ALL POWERFUL FAN FICTION AUTHOR [[CM: BA BUH BUMMM...]]. So start kissing my ass, so cool stuff happens]
" I am obviously not going to kiss up to a figment of my imagination; so bugger off."
In the blink of an eye, but not less than half, Harry was standing in a two bed, white hotel room, complete with a mini bar and really ugly bed covers. (I'm the queen of run on sentences, don't shoot me)
Harry looked around, "That was special."
[Yeah, well, the "Black Void" thing was getting old; but don't worry. It's outside]
"What?" Harry looked out a window and saw nothing, but the Black Void.
[I'm too lazy to make some scenery]
"So. I'm not drugged, and you really are all powerful?"
[Yep, like I said, I'm the author and I AM ALL POWERFUL. That also means that I could very easily kill you off at any time, and say you have a clone. So don't upset me by saying that I'm a figment. Especially your figment. (An: People call me funny names all the time, but we'll show them won't we my precious? )
A second later the door opened and Ron walked in. This was followed by applause from a studio audience some where far away, because I don't feel like making a studio for them to sit in. But you may rest assured that some talk show host is being deprived of some studio audience's applause. Let's say it's Oprah.
(An: *dodges a couple of bullet shots from some disgruntled Oprah fans*)
"Harry?"
"Yeah Ron?"
"I'm really confused."
"Well, to sum it all up, we are being held captive by a maniacal fan fiction author."
[Muhahahahahaha *lightning flashes are occurring*]
"Oh. Harry I think I'm on drugs." concluded Ron.
Well that was a little of a fan fiction with no plot and no direction. So you can help. What would you like to see in The Plotless Harry Potter Fan Fiction? (CM: ba buh bumm...) Yes, I am shamelessly asking for ideas. Like, who shows up next? I don't know. Maybe it could be a homicidal Oprah fan, or perhaps some one who is actually in the books. But I wouldn't look for a plot development any time soon.
Chocolate Muse, the Beta: You should all be on your hands and knees thanking me. When Lady D said earlier that she was the Queen of Run-on Sentences, she wasn't lying. Without me, you would all have to deal with run-on sentences, missing periods and commas, and missing capitalization galore. You can thank me by voting Draco into the next chapter.
