Disclaimer: "She doesn't own X-Men."
Me: Yes I do, Claire.
Blink: Don't call me that!
Me: Say what, Ferguson?
Blink: Alright, that's enough! Let's take this to the Danger Room..
Starring Clarice Ferguson/Blink.
Me: Too slow, Clarice! *fighting practice in the Danger Room*
Blink: *punch*
Me: Ow! Why'd you do that?
Blink: You know exactly what my codename is. Use it!
Me: But why, rosy cheeks?
Blink: *roundhouse-kicks* Watch it.
Me: *dodges* Bring it on, Pinky!
Blink: Grrrrrr.
Me: What, are you scared, Pepto?
Blink: Oh, you done it now, girlfriend. *proceeds to pummel me into the walls, then imprisons me in alternate dimension with her crystals.*
Me: Help! Help! Lemme out! Wait, why are you are doing this to me, this is MY fic!
Blink: If it's your fic, why can't you remember my dang name?!
Me: Because if you were my character, I would pick an easier name, one that matches you perfectly.
Blink: Don't say it...
Me: Like Pepto.
Blink: Thank God you own this fic, because your carcass would be sweeping the floor right now!
Me: A bit bloodthirsty, isn't she. Thank God I don't own her...
Rule #2: Don't ever call Blink 'Pepto'. She hates discrimination… and I have the scrapes from her crystals to prove it. And she sicced her boyfriend Calvin on me…
Rule #3: I will always call other students by their codenames, unless given permission otherwise.
A/N: I'm going to do these chapters in different ways. Like this, with a story in script form and a rule following; or with an actual story below it.