SMB:WELL!, since none of you guys sent reviews on the 6th chapter to my other story "In the Life of Rayna Blackwell", I decided to go ahead and start my next fic:"Truth or Dare with the Secret Saturdays"!.
Rayna:Didn't you say in your last chapter that you wanted people to leave reviews saying if they wanted you to write this or not?
SMB:If you don't know Rayna she is the main character in my other fic. And good question Rayna! I am doing this because no one reviewed saying that they wanted me to and that no one reviewed me saying that they didn't want me to.
Rayna:Works for me. I guess...
SMB:I do not own the Secret Saturdays.
Rayna:But saddly, she owns me.
SMB:THAT'S IT! For that remark, YOU WILL be in this fic as a victom- I mean contestant.
Rayna:! HELP ME! SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEE!
SMB:ON WITH THE STORY!
SMB:P.S.
*what is happening that isn't being said.*
Name:What someone says.
*A girl walks through a white door into what looks like an olympia-size teen hang-out. The room is filled with posters of famous bands, movies, and funny looking pictures of random events. It also has chairs, beanbags, tables, a mini-fridge, a stereo, a TV set, awesome rugs and carpeting, couches, lamps, and two other doors. The girl looks 14, and about 5'7", with dirty blond hair pulled up in a pony-tail. She has green eyes, and is wearing black skinny jeans, a Geen Day T-shirt, a violet hooded jacket, and black high tops. She is carrying a black, mesh backpack, which she tosses on the floor before she plops on the couch.*
SMB:Why can't they make school start at 2:30?... so that I don't want to take a nap when I get home at 3:00. *sigh* Might as well start this thing. *Sits up straight.* Hey my name is SecretMatildaBlackwell. SMB for short. And this is-*Pulls rope that suddenly dropped from the cieling. Conffetti, balloons, and a light-up sign reading "Truth or Dare With the Secret Saturdays!" drop from the cieling as the sound of a cheering crowd comes out of no where.*-Truth or Dare with the Secret Saturdays! *Crowd cheering stops and sign goes back into ceiling.* On this show/fic you, yes YOU, the loyal viewers/readers get to truth and/or dare any character from the Secret Saturdays or from my other fics. And also at your request I will post the titles of your stories here with the truth and/or dare you leave. P.S. No M rated and/or out of character truths or dares will be allowed in this fic. Out of character meaning things like Zak and Francis kissing, or characters like Zak hating and torturing Wadi for no reason. But luckily for her I'm not a Wadi hating Zak fangirl. Now if I knew where my co-host was we could start this thing.
Voice coming from inside of vase: Maybe your co-host is tired every once in a while. YA EVER THINK OF THAT!
SMB:RAYNA GET OUT OF THERE!
Rayna:*disquising voice...poorly* Uhhhhh...Rayna isn't here right now. Please leave a mesage after the beep ... ...
SMB:What happened to the beep?
Rayna:Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-
SMB:*Grabs vase and shakes it up-side-down* Don't worry your not one of the contestants in this chapter. Which reminds me, if any of you guys want to be my co-host for this fic, just leave it in the review with a discription of what your personality is and I'll message you back telling you if you win my drawing of co-hosts. In the following chapters Rayna will become a contestant.
Rayna:*Jumps out of vase in form of a house cat. And changes back to human.(You can see pictures of her in those forms if you go to my profile and click the link.)* Why do you even have a vase in here?
SMB:*Thinks for a moment looking at the vase.* I don't know. *Tosses vase behind her. The vase smashes into a bijillion pieces. Robot vacuum cleaner starts cleaning.* O.K. we've wasted enough time.
Rayna:I agree.
SMB:Well, what do we do?
Rayna:We need to do something that'll get people to come back.
SMB:O.K..*Opens the door to the right of the door she came through. The door is a swirling vortex of colors. She reaches into the door and drags out SHURLOCK HOLMES AND DR. WATSON!*
Shurlock:WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?
:I do say, what a strange place.
Rayna:Uhhhhhhh...
SMB:NOT NOW RAYNA! *Pulls them to door to the left of where she came in and turns to them.* I HAVE KIDNAPPED YOU FROM YOUR TIME TO START THE BEGINING OF MY STORY!
Rayna:SMB!
SMB:SILENCE! IT IS YOUR JOB TO FIGURE OUT THE MYSTERY OF WHY YOU ARE HERE!...
Dr. Watson: Didn't your just say it was to begin your tail.
SMB:O.K.! NEW JOB! *Walks over to bean bag bag corner and takes two bean bags. Tosses them to Watson and Holmes.* YOUR NEW JOB IS TO COUNT THE NUMBER OF STIROFOAM BEANS IN THESE BEAN BAGS WITHOUT OPENING THEM, THEN EAT THEM! *Opens door to show that it's a bathroom and shoves Shurlock, Watson, and the bean bags in. Puts pad lock on outside of door while smiling contently and humming.*
Rayna:WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
SMB:NO! I BELEIVE THE TRUE QUESTION IS WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!
Rayna:EVERYONE FROM SHURLOCK HOLMES STORIES AREN'T REAL! AND WHAT DID THAT ACOMPLISH? THERE IS NO SHURLOCK HOLMES IN THE SECRET SATURDAYS!
SMB:*She stared out into space the whole time Rayna was yelling. She shook her head coming back to earth.* I THINK I GAVE THEM THE BEAN BAGS FILLED WITH MY GUMMY BEAR STASH!
Rayna:*Face-palms.* Lets just do something eles. O.K.?
SMB:Well, there have been only two other TSS truth or dare fics, but they've used a Zak and Wadi kiss for both first chapter start ups. And the only thing else I can think of is releasing a band of TSS fangirls and fanboys on the cast.
Rayna:THAT'S THE KIND OF IDEAS WE NEED!
SMB:What kink of ideas?
Rayna:The kind that are actually on topic and good.
SMB:What kind of topics are actually on topic and good?
Rayna:Like the one you just had.
SMB:What's an idea I just had?
Rayna:HOW ARE YOU WRITING THIS?
SMB:I DON'T KNOW!
Rayna:Oh, forget this. Just sic a mob of fans on the TSS cast!
SMB:HEY! THAT'S A GREAT IDEA!
Rayna:*Face-palms.*
SMB:*Reaches into vortex door and pulls out Zak, Fisk, Drew, Doc, Komodo, Zon, Doyle, Beeman, Cheechoo, Maranda, Prophesor Mizuki, Ulraj, Wadi, Henry, Epsilon, Francis, Argost Munya, and Abby.*
Argost:WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!
SMB:HEY! THAT'S JUST WHAT THE BRITTISH DUDE IN THE STUPID HAT SAID! *Gasp* *Raspily whispers* ARE YOU TELAPATHETIC!
Cast:*Look around confused, see each other and get into fighting stance.*
SMB:*Blows air horn while shouting-* -STOP THE FIGHTING! STOP THE FIGHTING! WHY CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG? *Falls to her knees screaming at the ceiling.* WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Zak:What's going on? Who are you people?
SMB:*Gets on her feet like nothing happened.* Good question. Well you see-
Rayna:NOOOOOO! YOU WERE RIGHT! WHY? WHY! WHY MUST I BE STUCK HERE WITH YOU ! !
SMB:Drama queen. Anyways, like I said before, my name is SecretMatildaBlackwell. SMB for short.
Doc:Blackwell? *Glares at Doyle.*
Doyle:WOW! DON'T LOOK AT ME!
SMB:WAIT NO! THAT'S JUST MY USERNAME! I picked your last name because Saturday seemed like an over used last name for writers on your guyses page.
Doc:Page?
Drew:Writers?
Zak:Guyses?
SMB:Your?
Rayna:That's it, I'm taking over this chapter. *Takes out cat-girl claws, picks lock off bathroom door in seconds, and shoves SMB in.* Your staying with Shurlock and Watson until I say otherwise. *Walks to vortex door, and opens it.* HEY, WOW IT'S THE CAST FROM THE SECRET SATURDAYS! *46 billion fans come running out in a sicotic mob. Rayna is over run and atacked by crazy fans. Rayna seeks refudge in the bathroom with Shurlock, Watson, and SMB.* Well I guess you guys can see what goes on here and what I have to do through, so pleeeeeaaaase go easy on me in the reviews.
SMB:BYE BYES!
