Another Generic [PROTOTYPE] Fanfic
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This fanfic is just about as similar as all other ones that contain humour, life problems and Alex Mercer's diet. I DO NOT OWN [PROTOTYPE] I just own a copy of the game of the story of Alex Mercer of Manhattan of USA of America of the entire world of the Solar System of the Orion-Cygnus arm of the Milky Way Galaxy of the Universe… so technically speaking, I own a part of the universe to myself (when you say it like that, it is way better than saying 'I have a video game'). LOL.
Chapter 1. Food.
A sore, soaking wet Mercer sits next to his sister who is watching a movie after just arriving home. She had set his brother an assignment that she hopes that he has completed. Alex should have bought dinner rather than grabbed it off the sidewalk. He then proceeds to plop a plate onto his sister's lap.
"Eat." Says Alex in his oh-so-gravelly voice. Dana takes one look at 'Chicken Heart Surprise' and almost retches.
"What in the world is this, Alex?" screams Dana hoping that the reply won't be 'Food.'
"I didn't have time to get real groceries." Dana was only slightly relieved.
"Not enough time? You had three hours and the shop's only a block away!" Alex still did not want to explain in fear of death by embarrassment. He sighed inwardly and prepared for a mega-monologue.
"I sprinted to the store, got a raw chicken and tried to find a cookbook, in my vain, I settled for the chicken seller's… remembered recipes. After arriving back to the safe house, I prepared the chicken, but since the seller's recipes were a little fuzzy, I kinda burned the entire animal and set fire to myself, my inner pyromaniac enjoyed the flames while the firefighting brain decided to dunk my head into our toilet bowl. After cracking my skull, a few years of a surgeon's degree patched up the hole before my own emo curled up into a ball and cried…" Dana listened intently after the pause; the epic was almost at an end. Alex concluded un-climatically with the words: "I had half an hour to plop the innards of the chicken on the plate and microwave it for 25 minutes..."
"Wow." Dana was amazed that not only had Alex coined up such a believable story, but how quickly he did it as well. "So what am I going to eat?"
NOTHING! Lol hope you lieks. Mah very first fanfic! DUNDUUUUUUN! Plz review, do it and Alex won't eat you… omnomnomnomnomnom… he are a very hungreh viral manifestation of destruction. So anyways, seriously tell me how to invoke awesomeness into my story so I can change the title of this to 'NOT another generic [PROTOTYPE] fanfic'. No, really, give me TIPS! (And do NOT say to put yaoi or yuri into this… the definition of hentai scared me off anime and manga for a while)
"I'll think of something to feed you that will not make you throw up..." Dana looked over from her movie.
"Seriously? Would you promise?" Alex shot back instantly.
"Would these eyes lie to you?" Alex put on a death glare of doom.
"Yes, they would… and they have… countless times." Dana held out her hand. "Do you promise to feed me something that won't end up in the toilet?" Alex grasps her hand and replies positively while the fingers behind his back are crossed.
CLIFFHANGER! Lol, if this gets positive reviews, I will continue, if not, I will be forced to continue without positive reviews. Next time: Alex strives hard to find food for his sister, but with his overuse of effort and not much result, will he use his crossed fingers as a safety net? Or maybe use Blackwatch intelligence? Or even consult with his mother in-viral-strain and his half-brother, PARIAH? Find out next time! (Or don't, not everyone likes me.) So, yeah, get reviewing or else I will spontaneously bleed all over my keyboard. (This has happened… it is a bad sight… good thing you're on the OTHER side of my computer screen!)
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