CloneGirl: Hey, Maskerado-kun…Wanna say the disclaimer again?
Masquerade: I thought you said you would leave me alone?
CloneGirl: …I lied. Please say it?
Masquerade: NO. Not after you lied. How can I ever trust you?
CloneGirl: …I'm just asking you to say the disclaimer…
Masquerade: Don't care. I'm not saying it.
Alice: I can say it, if you want.
CloneGirl: …*Sigh* Fine. Go ahead Alice, since my Maskerado-kun doesn't want to say it for me…
Alice: Okay. CloneGirl does not own any rights to Bakugan, or anything Bakugan related except for the plots in her fics. Was that good?
CloneGirl: …I suppose…
Never before thought had he thought that he could be so bored.
Before, when he was still working for Naga, there was always something to do. Bakugan to steal, a Hydranoid to evolve, a world to help conquer. But now…Now, he was trapped inside the body of a teenage girl with no current means of getting out.
How incredibly boring.
Sighing, Masquerade leaned back into the plush armchair, casting a still-masked eye over the beautiful, yet completely entertainment-deprived meadow that he saw on his immediate level of sight. In the back of his 'mind', if one could still say that he had a mind and wasn't just one, he could see Alice and her friends running forward eagerly to greet a pretty Asian girl.
After a few days of being trapped here, Masquerade had discovered something very useful. If he focused hard enough, he could will objects into 'existence' here, hence the very comfy chair. He had gotten excited, imagining all of the things he could think of to bring here. A TV, gaming systems, books, anything that could occupy his attention and give him something to actually do.
Unfortunately, his hopes had been crushed. When he thought up a book, the pages were empty, the TV showed nothing but an empty screen, and the games that came with the gaming system were blank. It seemed that without him knowing what these things were supposed to offer exactly, they were completely useless.
He considered summoning up a frying pan to hit himself with, but dismissed with horror. Was he really that desperate? God, he must be slowly going crazy in here…
"Oh my god, Chan! It's so great to see you!"
He winced as Julie's loud, annoying voice reverberated through the tranquil field.
"Nice to see you too, Julie. Thanks for inviting me."
"Aw, we all need girl time here, don't we?"
"I don't," the blonde muttered, slouching in his chair miserably. He almost wished he had never betrayed Naga. At least he wouldn't be stuck here.
((Masquerade, I'm sure that you'll survive,)) Alice comforted him.
"Really now? Excuse me, but you aren't in the same position as I am. Are you the boy trapped in a girl's body?" That would never stop sounding creepy. Never.
The mental voice of Alice sighed, but didn't say anything more.
"This is going to be so much fun!" Julie was squealing, and he could see her clapping her hands in delight. "Ooh, we can do each others hair and makeup and go shopping and talk about boys…"
Masquerade listened with growing dread as the Australian girl listed all of her plans for the week long slumber party.
"Alice, just leave. It's not too late to hijack a plane back to Russia. Please, just do it for me."
((Masquerade, stop being so ridiculous. Just…Ignore it all.))
"Yeah, that's a brilliant idea!" he shouted, clenching the arms of his chair tightly. "I'll just ignore you girls while you giggle and gossip and…"
((Please calm down, Masquerade. Breathe.))
"How am I supposed to breathe?! I don't have an actual body to breathe with!"
For a moment, she was silent, taken aback by his outburst, then suddenly began babbling out an apology. ((…Righ…Right…Masquerade, I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…I'm sorry…))
Masquerade couldn't stay mad at her. He slumped back into his chair with a defeated sigh. "Alice, stop stuttering. It isn't your fault. Now, talk to your friends before they start to get too worried about you."
The girl seemed relieved, but still slightly worried as she turned her attention back to her friends. Julie was still jabbering on and on and on and on and on…
Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to reconsider his frying pan idea.
A/N: Be silent about it's shortness, mortals. I understand it is very short. Do not…Um…Complain or anything. Although I doubt that you'll complain, seeing as you are all so awesome and wonderful and gracious, and haven't yet eaten me. Yeah…Mwahahahahahaha…Wow, I feel really hyper at the moment…I'm seeing a kittenified Masquerade gouging out Dan's eyes…It is actually quite funny…Though morbid…And kinda gross…But it's still funny. Kitty Masquerade…
