Author's Note:
Sup peeps, this is Lvndrwolf. I'm filling in for ole bleu, so…yeah.
Yeah… first, let me give you a couple of life-long lessons here: never say bowties aren't cool, bacon makes the world go 'round, and only the tenth doctor (aka David Tenant, or Ten(nant) as blue calls him) can make pinstripes+ red converse+ tan trench coats look cool. This is the first time I'm actually showing any of my writing to anyone but Blue, so please no insults. And NO criticism. I hate when people criticize me. So if you want me to virtually aim a virtual bazooka/flamethrower/Taser shotgun/ shotgun/ machine gun at your head, keep your reviews quiet. Nice things only please. And to the person who said Blue's Dragonfly Wings story was clichéd, I virtually aim a virtual flamethrower at your virtual head and virtually pull the virtual trigger. Now, on with the story! BTW "Blue" is my nickname for bluecougar712. She think's "Cougar" will catch on, but it won't.
Before I forget:
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING. (EXCEPT THE USERNAME, OF COURSE.)
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LVNDRWOLF POV:
Here I am, waiting for the stupid bus to show up…
"Oh, hey Blue."
"Sup. And, um, about last night…"
"I was hyped up on Coke. (No, the drink coke. Not the drug coke.)"
"Oh. How did you manage to obtain a virtual ak-47?"
"You don't want to know. I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy-"
"SHUT UP."
"Fine. Hiss meow. Why aren't you sobbing about not being able to write? FF and YT are your life!"
"Well, I'm alive in this thing, so that's cool. It'll take a review or two to "revive" me, but this thing should ring 'em in."
We walk down the street. Suddenly I stop. A vortex appears in front of us.
"Come on! I want to see where it goes!" I say, pulling on Blue.
"What if it's like the vortex in Harry Potter Puppet Pals?"
"You could have just said HPPP and I would sort of know what you were talking about."
"Oh."
We both step into the vortex, and get sucked up into a parallel dimension at once. It's basically a white, never-ending space. It has a floor, but I jump up to try to reach the ceiling. There is none.
I turn to Blue. "Do you know what would make this place awesome?"
"Bacon?"
"No, I mean yes, but that's not what I had in mind. Let's spruce it up a little. Maybe…"
I think hard, imagining a chair in front of me. A giant green plush chair appears almost immediately. Blue furrows her brow in thought, and a pool appears next to the chair. I grin, and imagine myself into a sequined green tank top instead of the ugly pink sweater I was forced to wear that morning. I think some more, and then I'm in a pair of silver high heels with really skinny black jeans. Blue morphs into a cat-person, with furry gray cat ears and tail (she, at least, wasn't in an ugly outfit. Black jeans, a black "NERDFIGHTER" tee, a leather jacket, and blue converse are more her style.) I give myself jaguar ears and tail. And luminous green eyes.
"Supporting Slytherin, are you?" Blue jibes at me.
"Sure, and what about you, Ravenclaw?" I giggle.
I snap my fingers and a black obsidian table appears, with two plates pile high with greasy, delicious, BACON.
Blue snaps her own fingers, fails, and resorts to a clap instead. The sky in the white world turns a stormy gray, cause she's emo like that. She claps again and Doctor Who appears- trench coat, converse, and all.
"Nice one!" I say. I snap twice, and with an almost inaudible *pop*, all the Doctors there ever were appear. Blue squeals and does a fake sob on my shoulder. I pretend to sniffle myself, and utterly fail. (Me? Fail? Unheard of!) The Doctors look around in confusion. Blue claps, and all their companions appear as well, along with Cap'n Jack. I run over to him and hug him, hard. He smirks at the Doctors, who all are disappointed because of the lack of hugs. I pull away from Jack and snap my fingers again, and next to me appear all the Harry Potter, Maximum Ride, and Witch and Wizard characters there ever were. I squeal and run over to Harry, Byron, Fang, and Iggy and hug them all.
"WISTY." I glare in Wisty's direction. (sorry for this spoiler, but I just HAVE to add this part in! (:) "WHY DID YOU LEAVE BYRON TO DIE?" I screech, launching myself at Wisty.
I turn into a jaguar as I go, entirely forgetting that Wisty could turn into a human torch. She does. I create a force field around myself so I don't get burned. She turns into a tiger instead, realizing she's not inflicting any pain upon me. We fight for a while, but all we look like is a blur of claws, fur, teeth, and blood. The fight eventually ends, with my claws at Wisty's striped throat. I growl one last warning at her before turning back into my silver high-heeled, green-sequined self.
Everybody else just stands there, shocked. I burst out in laughter at the looks on their faces. I imagine an Ak-47 in my hands and, once again, aim it at the eleventh Doctor.
"Die, bowtie-loving FREAK!" I snarl. One down, one to go. I turn the gun towards Wisty.
"You die too, freaky Byron-hater slash murderer!" I scream. Blam. My work here is done, I think to myself. Another vortex appears in front of me. I grin, my pointy jaguar teeth scaring the stuffing out of poor Hermione. I grab Byron by the front of his cashmere sweater and we were gone in an instant, Blue still screaming my name.