Skipper Kowalski 3 Rico Private Julien Maurice Mort Marlene and Fey are in a huge room, no windows, no doors, just light streaming continuosly from nowhere. The room is empty, there are no decorations, no funiture, and no embellishments anywhere... just the wall, painted in a washed out yellow and the floor, painted in the same color.
"Fascinating," Kowalski rubbed his chin, "how would we get in here with no door, no sign of entrance anywhere?"
"If you ask me, my guts say something's not right," Skipper murmured suspiciously.
Fey smiled sweetly, "There is an evil, yet simple, answer to all of this."
"You are here to bow to de King?" Julien interrupted.
"No," Fey glanced at him angrily. "It's a truth and dare!"
"WHAT?" eight voices shouted.
The 9th voice smiled and said, "I like dares and truths!" and jumped on to Julien's feet.
Skipper took Fey by the shoulders and started shaking her.
"How Can You Do This To ME?" he said forcefully.
Kowalski rushed to rip Fey out of Skipper's grasp. Fey shook a little from the heavy shaking. Kowalski put a hand on her shoulder.
"I would not advise that, Skipper, sir," the tall penguin said.
"WHY not?" Skipper snapped.
"Because," Kowalski's voice hushed. "As the narrator and host of a truth and dare, she will get special powers. So try to be on her good side."
Fey stopped shaking and ran to hug Private and spin him around.
"I GET MAGIC POWERS!"
Private's head spun, but he was still happy for Fey.
"Will you get me a Lunacorn?" he asked excitedly.
"Anything for you!" Fey said, settting him down. Suddenly, a tall man in buisness suit and no face entered.
Fey stepped forward.
The man introduced himself.
"I am Fanfiction," he said coldly.
Fey stared at his suit. It was striped in blue and white.
"Hey, I'm Fey..." she held out her hand, deciding to warm this guy up... :)
"You will receive special powers, as you might know, to continue this fanfic."
"Ok..." Fey nodded.

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Fey nodded, but her head spun.

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Now everyone's head was spinning.

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"I promise," Fey grinned, " I am over the age of 13..."

The man looked at her with a curiously annoyed look and sighed.
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Fey closed her eyes.
"Wish for something!" she whispered.
"That everyone bows down to de King!"
Fey felt a power surge through her arms, a slight tickle, and then the magic was done.
She opened her eyes.
No one was bowing.
Suddenly, Julien started sniffeling, then crying on Skipper's head.
"It IS Da Truth! I am not De KINg!"
Skipper rolled his eyes, and Rico barfed out a tissue.

Fey sighed. "OK, then let's start with the Truths and Dares, ok, everyone?" she asked.