A/N: And I'm taking ages to update again. Forgive me. I have other stories too, y'know.

The Ink Awards

(Part 11)

The Inkheart characters were suddenly in a great mood. The terror called The Ink Awards was nearing its end, and they'd soon be able to return home to their nice, not-so-normal, fictional lives.

"Not so fast!" Taurey hollered, disrupting their happy thoughts, "New catagory's just been added."

"What?" said Mortola angrily.

"But...after Best Overall Character, it's Best Catagory Author, and Best Catagory Story. Then we're done!" Farid whimpered.

"Not anymore," Taurey grinned evilly. She's kinda scary when she looks like that. "One voter/reviewer, Kallypso, requested a new catagory. And since the Authoress is a soft-hearted, innocent fool--"

Said Authoress stormed angrily onto the stage, because, yes, Authoresses do have the power to incorporate themselves into their story, and most don't really care that self-inserts are passionately hated by most people.

"I am not a soft-hearted innocent fool!" she screamed, "This is all to put them through more emotional pain than necessary, and I get more reviews this way, since there'll be another chapter to review!"

There was a pause.

"Reviews?" asked Meggie, "I thought this was a TV award show. What do you mean?"

The Authoress blushed, made some rude comments, and disappeared to her room to finish writing.

Within minutes, they entire conversation had been utterly disregarded and deemed a hallucination. After all, it wouldn't be surprising if it was.

Now Best Overall Character was just as, if not more, interesting to watch as Most Dramatic. Everyone babbled about their superiority and counted their fangirls/fanboys (is there such thing?). Naturally, the hosts let them fight it out for a good ten minutes before bursting bubbles and viciously abusing people's egos and self-esteem.

"Best Overall character is..."

"Dustfinger!"

There were curses, laughing, crying, squeals from fangirls, death threats, moaning, and a whole whack of other things. Dustfinger claimed the crane, and pulled an Orpheus, going on and on for seven solid hours about his epicness, while the fangirls drooled over him, and the haters slept. Elena did not go psycho on him, and let him live. Only because she knew someone would sue/assassinate her if she killed him.

"Well, good job Dusty, but your going to have to get off the stage now," Taurey said, pushing him gently away. "Your certainly awesome, but we need to carry on with the show, okay?"

"Okay," he whimpered.

"Well, folks. It's now time to vote on Best Catagory Author!" Elena said.

"Any restrictions, Elena?" Ali asked.

"Not that I know of. Vote for yourself, see if I care."

At this, many authors brightened and their days were made.

A/N: Ahem. . Thank you.