Pegasus Reads a Fanfic: Chapter Two
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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Need more be said?
When we last saw our intrepid reader, aka Pegasus J. Crawford, he was passed out after reading a lemon scene off a Funny Bunny fic. We now join him as he comes to deal with the Shocking Truth (dun dun dun . . .)
"Uugh" were the profound words coming from his mouth as he stiffly sat up in bed. He didn't remember why he passed out, until the events of the last 5 minutes hit him.
"God. . . What was that?"
"It was," There was a slight pause for effect. "fanfiction, sir." Cue thunderclap.
"Aaah!" Pegasus yelped, startled at Croquets sudden appearance. He might have had more to say about such things, but right now there were more pressing issues. Funny Bunny's honor was compromised! Something had to be done! "Fanfiction? Croquet, what in Funny Bunny's sacred name is fanfiction?"
"A thousand pardons sir, I assumed you were aware of it. If I hadn't, you would not have been allowed a computer. The company's sincerest apologies."
"Not allowed a- what exactly is fanfiction, Croquet?" Pegasus said in a suspicious, icy voice.
Croquet was stuck between a rock, and a hard place. One the one hand, he was afraid of what would happen to him if he kept his mouth shut. Sick or no, Crawford was touchy right now and one wrong word (or lack of one) would cost him his job. He'd been an agent for the Crawfords all his life and butler-ing was all he really knew how to do at this point. On the other hand, if he told Pegasus, something horrible could happen to fanfiction at large. He couldn't let that happen. The company would never live it down, and as for him. . . Sigh. The Crawfords had a lot of influence, and if the childish Pegasus wielded it wrongly. . . Yet another Sigh. This is why HE should be running Industrial Illusions.
"Well Croquet? We're all in suspense."
Well, he thought, there goes the company reputation. "Fanfiction is hard to explain sir. It is stories written by other people using the characters of a series in their own plot. Like the" he coughed, "story you were in the process of reading."
"So Funny Bunny really isn't in love with RuffGruff McDog? Or visa versa?" Pegasus visibly brightened. "That's a relief." Just the memory of the fic made him shudder. Then another thought crossed his mind. "Croquet, who wrote that?" Uh-oh, that was the bombshell Croquet had wanted to avoid.
"Someone named, lets see here," Croquet looked at the computer screen, even though he already knew the answer. "R/Rfan666".
"R/?-oh yes, this is the internet." Pegasus suddenly became very businesslike. "Can we track this person?"
"Sir?" Croquet said, pretending not to understand while a feeling of dread slowly crept over him.
"You heard me, Croquet. Can we find out who this," Pegasus searched for a word. "Person" he spoke 'person' like it was a slur "is offline?"
"No, but sir, but you can review."
Something clicked in his slightly mental head at that statement. Pegasus was bursting with a glee/rage hybrid emotion as he spoke. "That's it! Genius Croquet! I'll write a review! That'll show them! Mwahahahahahaha!" His laugh chilled Croquet to the bone, curdled his blood, and other such fear metaphors. After all, if Pegasus found out that he, Croquet, was R/Rfan666, he was as good as dead.
Authors Notes: Over? Who said it was over? Thanks for all the reviews, all 6 of them. Keep sending 'em!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Need more be said?
When we last saw our intrepid reader, aka Pegasus J. Crawford, he was passed out after reading a lemon scene off a Funny Bunny fic. We now join him as he comes to deal with the Shocking Truth (dun dun dun . . .)
"Uugh" were the profound words coming from his mouth as he stiffly sat up in bed. He didn't remember why he passed out, until the events of the last 5 minutes hit him.
"God. . . What was that?"
"It was," There was a slight pause for effect. "fanfiction, sir." Cue thunderclap.
"Aaah!" Pegasus yelped, startled at Croquets sudden appearance. He might have had more to say about such things, but right now there were more pressing issues. Funny Bunny's honor was compromised! Something had to be done! "Fanfiction? Croquet, what in Funny Bunny's sacred name is fanfiction?"
"A thousand pardons sir, I assumed you were aware of it. If I hadn't, you would not have been allowed a computer. The company's sincerest apologies."
"Not allowed a- what exactly is fanfiction, Croquet?" Pegasus said in a suspicious, icy voice.
Croquet was stuck between a rock, and a hard place. One the one hand, he was afraid of what would happen to him if he kept his mouth shut. Sick or no, Crawford was touchy right now and one wrong word (or lack of one) would cost him his job. He'd been an agent for the Crawfords all his life and butler-ing was all he really knew how to do at this point. On the other hand, if he told Pegasus, something horrible could happen to fanfiction at large. He couldn't let that happen. The company would never live it down, and as for him. . . Sigh. The Crawfords had a lot of influence, and if the childish Pegasus wielded it wrongly. . . Yet another Sigh. This is why HE should be running Industrial Illusions.
"Well Croquet? We're all in suspense."
Well, he thought, there goes the company reputation. "Fanfiction is hard to explain sir. It is stories written by other people using the characters of a series in their own plot. Like the" he coughed, "story you were in the process of reading."
"So Funny Bunny really isn't in love with RuffGruff McDog? Or visa versa?" Pegasus visibly brightened. "That's a relief." Just the memory of the fic made him shudder. Then another thought crossed his mind. "Croquet, who wrote that?" Uh-oh, that was the bombshell Croquet had wanted to avoid.
"Someone named, lets see here," Croquet looked at the computer screen, even though he already knew the answer. "R/Rfan666".
"R/?-oh yes, this is the internet." Pegasus suddenly became very businesslike. "Can we track this person?"
"Sir?" Croquet said, pretending not to understand while a feeling of dread slowly crept over him.
"You heard me, Croquet. Can we find out who this," Pegasus searched for a word. "Person" he spoke 'person' like it was a slur "is offline?"
"No, but sir, but you can review."
Something clicked in his slightly mental head at that statement. Pegasus was bursting with a glee/rage hybrid emotion as he spoke. "That's it! Genius Croquet! I'll write a review! That'll show them! Mwahahahahahaha!" His laugh chilled Croquet to the bone, curdled his blood, and other such fear metaphors. After all, if Pegasus found out that he, Croquet, was R/Rfan666, he was as good as dead.
Authors Notes: Over? Who said it was over? Thanks for all the reviews, all 6 of them. Keep sending 'em!