This is a drably, one-shoty, adopt-a-plot-bunny-y fic… thing. They'll be crossovers of NiGHTS and something a little more mainstream. This is the introduction chapter and will not have much to it; just information adopters should take notice of.
The instructions for this is very simple: take the idea, not the chapter. I'm just pointing out the starting line and where you could go from there.
One more thing before we get past the instructions….
I WILL NOT BE CONTINUING THEM!
The last time I posted something like this (with only one chapter, admittedly), most of the reviews I got said they couldn't wait for the next update. I specifically wrote last time that I wouldn't be continuing it, although the bold and caps should get your attention this time.
I already have two written, and they will be put up shortly after I edit them. Remember, they are supposed to be short and their crappiness is a package deal.
Right, now then… I should probably do some little story thing so FFNet won't get mad. Hmm… let's see… How about something giving a little backstory to this fic along with an example of how me plus heat equals bad.
Inside a house at a location that will not be disclosed, a feminine figure is hunched over the keyboard and typing madly. She's on the second floor in a room with a white ceiling and teal walls. Lined up against one wall is a series of small bookshelves containing books from Eragon and Harry Potter to Pooh Goes Visiting. Set into the opposite wall is what looks like what may have once been a closet, but now the doors have been removed. Further along that wall is a window, a work out bike, a mini TV with no reception, a Nintendo 64 with the cartridge to Majora's Mask still in it, and on the next wall is a bigger window and shelving unit holding tons of picture frames. On the opposite of that wall is a large desk holding the computer and the girl in a swivel chair.
The girl continued typing while listening to Open Your Heart by Crush 40, but now she twitched every once in a while. The twitches starting coming more frequently, and it almost looked as if she needed medical attention. Then, she broke out in breathy chuckles and ceased typing. The chuckles evolved into insane, breathy laughter.
An insubstantial black shadow materialized in front of her. The girl kept laughing, unaware of the seeming danger. The shadow drew its hand back, flexing the claws that adorned it, and swung them forward—
SMACK!
--Into a very anti-climactic smack. The girl's head snapped to the side and stopped the insane sounding laughing. She blinked a few times before turning to the shadow that still hung in front of her.
"Thanks Teral."
"I might as well bite, since I'm here," Teral sounded resigned, "what are you working on this time?"
"Well," excitement slowly seeped into the girl's voice, "As you know, I just finished watching a walkthrough of NiGHTS: Journey Into Dreams."
"Well duh, we had to watch it too."
"So," she ignored the apparition's interjection, "I got a whole bunch of ideas for NiGHTS crossovers, but I'm already working on two crossovers already, so I decided to do an Adopt-a-Plunny type thing, so other people could do them."
"What makes you think they'd even want to do something like that?" Teral squinted at the monitor. "Especially with how long that stupid rules thing is. I doubt anyone even read that junk." Teral blink after reading the paragraph under the bolded sentence. "You're still sore about that?"
"How am I not supposed to be?"
"Suppressed anger. Good."
The girl bristled, but turned back to the screen and seemed to be lost in thought with some evil fantasy. She typed a few more words, then looked as if she had an epiphany.
"Teral?" She asked slowly.
"What."
"You wouldn't happen to know who broke the glass table outside, would you?" her voice took on an incredibly creepy tone of happiness and innocence.
"Noooo…"
"Teral, you did it, didn't you?"
"…No, I didn—"
"THAT WAS A NICE TABLE!!" The happy voice was long gone and left a very irate girl behind. "I swear, Teral, when I get my hands on you—"
"Oh, did you hear that? I think the oven just went off." And with that, the shadow flew right through the door out of the room.
"IT'S FLIPPIN JUNE, THE OVEN ISN'T ON!" She shouted after it before jumping to her feet, yanking the door open and dashing after it. "GET BACK HERE!!"
She thundered down the stairs, leaving the computer chair spinning from her quick departure. Several loud crashes, bangs and words that children shouldn't hear could be heard from downstairs.
Another figure appeared, with fiery hair and golden eyes. She walked silently across the carpet and turned the monitor off.
Author-centric. Sorry. That last person at the end is one of my OCs.
I do own those books and other stuff mentioned, but not the companies that made them. And I don't own NiGHTS.
Teral: What the hell!? I do not look like a frickin shadow!