M. A. R. Y. S. U. E. S.
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Prologue
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It was a cataclysmic day at the Interdimensonal Mary-Sue Distribution Bureau.
IMSDB workers were buzzing around like a swarm of angry bees. People ran down hallways carrying stacks of paper work larger than themselves, secretary's didn't have enough hands or mouths to answer the thousands of phones that were ringing of their hooks, coffee-spills were becoming more frequent than infomercials and several employee's were having emotional breakdowns.
"Jorge, hand me folder 127-b."
"You have a call on line 4, Mimi."
"The coffee machine broke!"
"I think the 3rd floor's bathroom is on fire!"
"The Interdimensonal Gary-Sue Distribution Bureau wishes to borrow hair gel, they claim it is an emergency, mam."
"I know the 3rd floor's bathroom is on fire!"
In the midst of all the chaos and looking very much out of place among the nicely dressed office workers, was a teenage girl. Clad in a baggy, green cameo jacket, jeans and a worn out sneakers; she looked alien compared to everyone else.
And felt it too.
The girl sighed, deftly ducking and weaving her way through the insane crowd with an almost unnatural grace. 'What in the name of Madame Mary-Sue has their panties in a twist?' Were her first thoughts. 'Are there too many Mary-Sue returns? Those have been becoming more frequent lately... Or maybe some crazy rouge Gary-Stu broke into the IMSDB compound? I shudder to think of what happened last time one of those crazy boys got in here...'
"Oh, sorry." The teen apologized quickly after accidentally knocking over some poor secretary and scattering her giant stack of paperwork to the floor. She knelt next to the woman, helping her gather the papers. "Wasn't watching where I was going. I'm kinda in a rush."
The woman laughed kindly and readjusted her glasses. The girl figured that secretary was probably in her mid-thirties, maybe lower-forties. "Oh, it's no problem. I'm use to this sort of thing by now." the woman sighed before giving her a professional smile.
The girl nodded politely back. "So, what's with all the commotion today? It's usually not so crazy here."
The woman's eyes widened. "Oh, you haven't heard?" she gushed; it was obvious to the teen that this lady loved gossip. "There is a problem in the Naruto branch of the IMSDB. Something about not enough female characters in the series to balance out all the hot, single male characters. I've even heard rumors that the IMSDB might end up shutting the entire Naruto series down if the problem isn't fixed in time."
"That would explain why I'm here then." The teen girl suppressed an annoyed groan, standing and dusting the imaginary dust off her knees. "Well, that should be all of your papers Miss-" the teen read the secretary's name tag. "-Justine."
"Oh, yes! Well, thank you Miss...?" the woman looked for a name tag on the teenagers clothing; her brows furrowing when she didn't see one.
"Argent. Argent Ina." Argent supplied, noticing the woman's confused expression.
The lady frowned a little at Argent's name before smiling (an albeit fake smile, but still) and nodded. "Well, very nice to meet you, Miss Ina."
"Likewise." she replied, turning on her heels and walking away.
"W-wait!" the secretary called out. The teen stopped and looked over her shoulder at the slightly disheveled looking lady, who was giving Argent a suspicious look. "I haven't seen you here before, what's your position here at the IMSDB?"
There was a small pause of silence. Argent's mouth spilt into an almost eerie grin. Her unnaturally perfect, white teeth peeking out from behind soft, pink lips. Her dark purple, almost jewel like eyes glinted mischievously in the fluorescent lighting as she flipped her silky, yet spiky, waist length ebony hair over her shoulder and answered. "Me? I'm just your typical, run of the mill, average, everyday, completely ordinary... Mary-Sue."
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