Just a little something I'll be writing when I'm really bored for this Fanfiction. Enjoy!

4th barrier:

"Autsch." A certain Authoress grumbled at the computer screen, which showed two fantastically dressed women facing each other across what looked like a magical dueling circle. One made a twirling motion in the air, with a vaguely fired-shaped sign left in the air, which exploded outwards to show a dome of fire over the center of the magical circle, expanding as a gigantic elephant with a flaming sword burst through it. She sighed, apparently overcome by boredom. The elephant's sword sliced through the other woman, and she wobbled, letting out an electronic shriek. "And there goes the stupid little willow-the-wisps." A bright green orb in a smaller circle connected to the bigger circle bobbed, and the woman suddenly was looking much better.

"Darn it! Stupid little glowy sneaky wisp thingies, with their stupid power of shield spells…" she grumbled, double clicking on a different icon. The woman on the bottom right of the screen made another motion, a different sign being left in the air. A wave of water covered the circle, and a fin was seen circling in the middle. "See if you can beat a storm shark." A wildly sparking shark erupted from the water, chomping down on the wisp. "HA! Gotcha, stupid little wisp thingy, don't mess with me when I'm in a mood." She double clicked on a different icon. "Now then…hey!" the whole screen went dark and a glowing spot appeared, getting bigger and bigger. "Hello?" a voice said, and she facepalmed. A teenager's face appeared in the white light, looking faintly confused.

She had blond hair, and purple eyes. Her eyes were also slitted, like cats. "De freuigen?" the authoress muttered, scratching her head. "Hi! I'm Zara and…wow, who the heck are you?" the authoress groaned. "Breaking the fourth barrier are we? I'm your creator, catsvrsdogscatswin. And no, that's not my real name. Which reminds me…GET OFF OF MY COMPUTER!" Zara scratched her head. "What were you doing that was so important?" The authoress sighed. "I was playing Wizard101 and I was finally beating the boss I've been working on! You better have a good excuse for interrupting me." Zara gaped. "YOU WERE PLAYING ON THE COMPUTER WHEN YOU COULD HAVE BEEN WRITING ABOUT ME!?"

The authoress huffed. "Well excuse me." She muttered under her breath. Louder, she said "Yeah, so? And may I remind you, from your perspective, I'm god." Zara stared. "What?" The authoress didn't answer as she pulled up Microsoft Word. "Watch this." She said, typing something in. "Watch what- OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW!" she shrieked as her entire body lit up with a electrical shock. The authoress backspaced, and the shock stopped. "See?" She said, watching Zara steam gently. "WHAT'D YOU DO THAT FOR!?" Zara screamed, jabbing a finger at the computer screen. The authoress grinned. "To remind you of my omnipotence and punish you for ruining my game." She said, picking up a nail file and scraping it across a finger.

"Grrrr….hey, you're kinda like Alucard." The authoress jerked. "Say what? You mean the creepy crazy vampire guy? Why the heck would I remind you of him?" Zara shrugged. "You seem to have a slight disregard for me, and you have fun when someone's in pain." She said sarcastically. The authoress raised an eyebrow. "I can afford to have a disregard for someone I created with my own two hands. If I don't like you I can just scrape someone else up. Also, how did you know I like seeing other people scream in terror?" Zara folded her arms. "(This name is not written, because my friend did not give permission) told me." The authoress growled. "Figures. She would tell anyone she got her hands on. It was only a few very small maniac laughs, and we were up in the air." She said defensively, and Zara raised an eyebrow.

"Maniac laughs?" the authoress collapsed on the keyboard, holding back laughter. "It was so funny… (same name) said she almost broke her bones she squeezed so hard…and she's so pissed at me for it still…and you should have heard her screaming…" she wheezed, trying not to laugh and embarrass herself in front of her OC. "AND SHE WAS SWEARING THE WHOLE WAY DOWN!" she burst out, losing the fight and cackling into the desk, shaking with her amusement. Zara watched her cackle, looking apprehensive. "Of all the people that had to come up with me…" she moaned "I had to get a crazy lady." The authoress glared at her, mastering the impulse to laugh.

"I prefer…mentally challenged…" she gasped, calming herself down. She took a deep breath. "Besides, you're a freak too!" she said sitting back up and leaning away from the computer in her swivel chair. Zara growled. "What did you just call me?" the authoress pinched her nose. "Wait, sorry, wrong person, you're not one of my friends…umm, you're just as weird and mentally challenged as I am?" she said hopefully, smiling at the computer screen. Zara looked nonplussed. "I am?" the authoress shrugged. "Heck, why not? Remember, I can make you do anything I want you to. You are now…" she rapidly typed something down. "…just as crazy and weird as I am." Zara blinked. "But I don't wanna be…hey; your pants have sparkly things on them!"

She jabbed a finger at said pants, which did have a lot of sequins and fake gems plastered along the bottom half. The authoress looked down. "Wha? Oh yeah, those. Sorry, I've become more immune over time. But now that you've pointed it out, they are rather cool…" Zara was poking at the sides of her little light-window. "And what's with this? Why am I so small on your computer?" The authoress shrugged. "How should I know? You're the one breaking the fourth barrier on me. What does this remind you of?" she held up an IPod with a video of a man swinging a chainsaw at some garden hedges. "Brummmm-neooooow-splat-drip-gush-repeat." She said, laughing a little, a smirk growing on her face.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe." She giggled, the smile getting bigger and bigger. The authoress raised an eyebrow. "May have pushed a wee bit too far with that one." She muttered, backspacing again. Zara stopped giggling, looking appalled. "Okay, you are crazy." She muttered, rubbing her head. The authoress shrugged. "Meh. Again, you get used to it. I mean, this is crazy." She held up a hand to the screen, showing Zara her nails. "Umm…normal from where I'm sitting." Zara said scratching her head. The authoress rolled her eyes. "Nails, look at the nails." Zara peered closer. "Again, normal." The authoress facepalmed. "I forgot you live at Hellsing…" she muttered under her breath. "Completely human DNA pattern…" she said, trying to get her to figure it out. Zara frowned.

"Then why do you have claws?" the authoress slammed her head on the desk. "Not claws, fingernails. I just sharpen them. Every day. And let them grow out, really long. These-" she pinched her thumb and pointer fingers together "I keep short so I can pinch stuff with them. Works quite well." Zara gulped. "Great, not only do I have a crazy creator, I have a crazy homicidal creator." Said creator rolled her eyes as she gave a nail an extra hard rasp with the filler. "I'm not homicidal, I just think it's nice to have a weapon to hit someone with that they can't take away." She said, blowing dust off her newly sharp nails. Zara swallowed. "Whatever."

The authoress paused. "FRED GET AWAY FROM ME!" she shouted, yelling over her should and giving the empty air a decided look. "Damn ghost, always looking over my shoulder when I'm at the computer…" she muttered, turning back around. Zara gulped again. "Oh, right, I just remembered, what did you want? I assume you're breaking the fourth barrier for a reason?" the authoress said, as if nothing had happened. "Umm…oh yeah!" Zara said, blushing. "I was wondering…you aren't going to make me marry Alucard, right?" The authoress grinned, not saying anything. "Right? RIGHT!? ANSWER ME!" she said frantically, beating her hands on the computer screen. "Mayyybbbeee." The authoress drawled, looking extremely pleased with herself and rubbing her hands together.

Zara gasped and began ranting. The authoress discovered she could move the light-box to one side and started listening to a Vocaloid song, humming along to herself. She got past Trick and Treat, Alice Human Sacrifice, Black Cats of the Eve, and was on Marilyn Madison's This Is Halloween song, when Zara finally noticed something . "HEY! ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION TO ME!?" the authoress was ignoring her, singing along with the song.

"…everybody scream, won't you please make ready for a very special guy…"

"HEY! HELLO!"

"…is King of the Pumpkin Patch, everyone hail to the Pumpkin King now!…"

"CREATOR PERSON WHO IS AWESOME AND ALL POWERFUL!?"

"…Halloween, Halloween! In this town, we call home, everyone hail to the…"

"OY!"

"…La, la, la, la-la-la, la, la, la, la-la-la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…"

"I WILL SERIOUSLY HURT YOU!"

"Wha? Oh, sorry, I never pay attention to rantings, least of all my own." The authoress said, exiting the YouTube window. "Now, I will send you on your way, but you shall see me in future, cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye." She said, flicking her fingers at Zara's window. Zara muttered crossly "I hope you die…" under her breath, but the authoress heard it. "If I do, I'll put it in my will for someone to write you into the ninth portal of hell, with creepy versions of the Captain, and I don't mean Mr. Bernadette." Zara turned white. "Yep, I'm that mean." The authoress said, over having a random someone pop up on her desktop, much less one she made up.

She typed something in, and the window with Zara in it shrank and disappeared. She smirked and got back to her game, muttering to herself under her breath. "I wonder what (friend name erased again) would say about this…nah, she's probably watching a slasher movie again…" she said, turning on her music and rebooting the Wizard101 game. "What can I do to make her really, really sorry for bugging me in the middle of my game…" she wondered out loud, already back to the previous window. "Hmm…nope…probably not gruesome enough…oh I know! I return the favor!" She opened Microsoft Word, already plotting her revenge on her OC character.

Not bad, not bad. Yes, I do actually sharpen my nails. They're not all that long, like they wouldn't be mistaken for claws, (yet) but Zara's surrounded by people with claws, and she has claws, so she would naturally say that. I won't be breaking the fourth barrier too often, but I might post more of this sort of thing later on. Review, Request, and really, ask me anything, Rcomment!