Me: What do you know an updated that didn't take forever and a day three hours and 37... No wait 38 minutes. :)
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Chapter 4
"Edward, what do you mean 'their coming?'" Tom hissed, his hands tightening on the bars.
The chants of the fangirls entered the tunnel, bouncing off the walls so there was no escape.
"It's time for your initiation Tom," Edward stated in a dead voice.
"Initiation? What the hell is that suppose to mean?"
"Do you remember what fangirls write about?"
"Yes," Tom cautiously said.
"They want to make it reality," His butterscotch eyes shot around in the darkness, as if expecting an attack.
Tom gasped, "No."
"Yes."
"Oh Merlin Edward help me!"
"I'm sorry Tom there's nothing I can do," He slowly started to retreat back into the shadows.
"NO!" Tom wailed as he crawled in the fetal position.
The girls drew nearer, and he started to suck on his thumb, losing what little sanity he had left.
"Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom," They chanted as they stopped in front of his cage.
"Oh, Tommy!" one of them swooned.
A woman in her twenties licked her lips as she opened the door, the girls rushed in. Tom was still in the fetal position when they picked him up and carried him out a well placed door.
He started to writher in their clutches, put they tightened his grip on him so he could not even move an inch. Tom went limp, maybe if he didn't move it would be over faster. He stared vacantly up at the starry ceiling, the bright stars blinking down at him in a sea of fangirls. His breathe came in short gasps as they threw him in a dark room. He saw them shut the door, plunging him in darkness. Hands came out of nowhere and grabbed his wrists, he felt cold iron incase them.
'Oh God their kinky!' he thought to himself. He cringed as the hands slowly wrapped themselves around his torso.
Suddenly a blinding light filled the room; blurry shadows slowly came into focus as his eyes adjusted to the sudden assault his eyes were under.
A thin girl with pretty blue eyes leaned over the stainless steel table and stared at him, her head cocked to the right.
"Macy would you please keep your hands to yourself, we don't need Thomas distracted right now." She said in a calm voice.
Tom saw a glimmer of hope, maybe there was someone sane here. The arms around his chest slithered away and Macy came into his view. She was a chubby, but not quite fat, girl with golden blonde hair that curled slightly at the end. She was blushing when she sat to Tom's eyes, avoiding eye contact.
"Now Tom," the girl said, drawing his attention away from Macy.
There was a sinister sparkle in her blue eye that he didn't like.
A large map appeared from thin air in front of them; on it were countries labeled, 'Fangirl', 'Fan', 'Mild Fangirl,' and 'Obsessive fangirls'. There were also smaller countries like, 'Fanboy', and 'Obsessive Fan, but not Fangirl'
(Fan Republic for short). Little red lines were drawn all over the map, crisscrossing over Towns that were crossed with a giant red X.
"What is that for?" Tom questioned as he leaned over farther.
"A Map of the fandom, we want to take over. And you're going to help us"
A/N: Me: Bet you weren't expecting that?
Erik: Why am I here? Shouldn't I be over in the Phantom of the Opera fandom?
Me: Well Harry's in Fangirl land right now because he was the worst muse I have ever had, so you're here for lack of a better option.
Erik: Well that makes me feel so loved.
Me: Always a pleasure. For those of you who are confused by Edward's words of 'They want to make it reality' I meant they want to make their stories the only stories out there, taking away the fandom from all other fans. Now on a more serious note As my American readers know Elections are coming up I just want to remind anyone over the age of 18 to vote, and on a totally different note, 'Happy Two day late Halloween.' :D Also I have a new poll up, please vote, me and my friends are betting how close you guys get.