This is a bonus chapter. I feel like a loser, I'm hoping this will make me feel better. Warning foul language.

Bonus Chapter

Team SFHR was leaving the book store. Heather was smiling and singing, "New manga's." Fern was holding a new Erza Scarlet figure, also smiling.

All seemed right with the world until, "How dare you not have what I want!"

The team turned to see the shop owner being yelled at by a woman, "I don't care if it this is a vegetarian shop, I want meat."

"Is this one of those, 'entitled' people I heard about?" Fern asked.

"What are you talking about?" Sora asked.

"People who are so full of themselves they don't have room for common sense," Riku said, "Just ignore her, the police are bound to come to stop her from disturbing the peace."

As they began to walk away, the entitled woman saw that the shop owner kept a cute anime figure of Sailor moon, on his noodle stand, "I should have known. Promoting this sin. Anime is connected to evil spirits and demons. Shame on you, anime is evil!"

At those three words, the world stopped. Fern and Heather's faces went blank. When those words reached their ears, inside their minds there was a small string that had the word 'sanity' on it. When the words, "Anime is evil," echoed in their minds. The strings broke.

Somehow the world went dark. A spotlight appeared infront of the entitled woman. Revealing Heather and Fern. Fern was holding an electric guitar and stood next to two giant speakers that had somehow appeared. Heather was in front of the microphone.

"Who are you," as the entitled woman began to rant again. Fern reached over to the dial that controlled volume, and turned all the way to a small message that said, 'by the end of this concert you will be deaf.'

Heather picked up the microphone, her face steady despite the woman's ranting. Fern raised her guitar pick, before slamming it down.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAGH," Heather had turned from calm to demonic as she released a feral roar in tune with heavy metal music. It was like an attack from her soul! It knocked the woman down and she had no choice but to watch in fear.

Shut up ugly bitch no one wants to hear you whine!

Sit your ass down and hear my rhyme!

Entitled, small minded, no one will give you a pass

But you made a comment I won't return with sass

Insult anime again and I'll kick your ass! Kick your asss!

You want to stop it, well just try

It has a whole community, hear our battle cry!

Anime is awesome, it's not evil and not just for kids

A story in every genre, check out the vids

Sailor Moon, Dragon Ball, Fairy Tail I will never cease

Bleach, Naruto, Soul Eater, and One Piece.

Anime is my life, it's my soul!

It's all I watch and read cause it makes me whole!

Anime!

Manga!

Anime and manga forever!

The woman was still on the ground trembling when Heather stopped.

"I think we proved our point," Fern pulled out her ear plugs.

"I feel much better," Heather said as she walked away. Fern grabbed a stunned Sora and Riku with her ribbons as she hauled her music equipment away.

Sora laid down in bed as Yang took notes, "Now when Fern took your ice cream, how did it make you feel."

"Betrayed," Sora said, "Also I think I saw Weiss dive after the popsicle stick when it was gone. Do you think she likes me?"

"I-…"

"Guys," Nora appeared holding a thermos.

"Nora," Sora asked as he paled, "Is that coffee."

"Well, considering how well it went last time."

"It didn't go well at all," Yang said.

"That's why we need practice."

"Get her," Sora and Yang launched forth, but by the time the coffee had reached her mouth, they had just barely grabbed onto her.

Sora, Yang, and Nora fell into a restaurant. Music was playing on stage.

"We're are we?"

"Is this a club?" Yang asked, "Cool, one strawberry sunrise."

"They don't serve alcohol, it's the prohibition," turning the chair to face them was the one and only TalkingSalad12. In her hand was a…

"Is that a lizard?" Sora's face was responded, with a giant flyswatter.

"Tristan, is a teeny tiny triceratops," TalkingSalad12 said.

"What are we doing here?" Nora asked. The she got hit with the flyswatter.

"That's what you get when you drink coffee, Nora. You are in my imagination, and right now this is what it looks like," TalkingSalad12 said as she stroked Tristan. Then she began to spin in her chair, "Not to long ago, I wrote a chapter about a certain death battle, whether it was cannon or not."

"Yeah and then Dead-…" Nora was interrupted by the flyswatter.

"Silence, I still haven't found him after he escaped. Anywho, the main reason I wrote that chapter was to ask, can professional creator of entertainment use their creations in things like death battle and fanfiction? What if J.K Rowling wrote a fanfiction where Harry and Ron fought and Ron won? Is it cannon or fanfiction?"

"That's a good question," Yang said, "But why do you care."

"Because I'm not just a fanfiction writer, I'm a professional self-published author. You see I want to have fun with my characters too. What if I write a death battle for fun, would that mean I decided one of my heroes is weaker than the other? I wonder if Stan Lee was plagued with these questions? What if I decide to take Heather and Fern and put them in original works, not fanfiction? Those were the questions that plagued my mind for months," then she stopped spinning, "And then I decided, who cares?"

"Huh?"

"They're my ideas and I can do what I want with them. That is the beauty of free will."

"The restaurant will be closed in five minutes."

TalkingSalad12 gasped, "That means in five minutes, it will be midnight. I must return you home. Follow me," They went left the restaurant of the 1930's and went to the streets, "We shall take Triston," TalkingSalad12 held up the teeny tiny triceratops.

"Ugh…" Yang said, "You said it yourself," as Yang spoke TalkingSalad12 picked a lettuce leaf from her salad themed dress. She placed Triston down and gave him the lettuce, "Your triceratops is tiny. How is he supposed to take us… home?"

As Triston ate the lettuce he grew to the giant size of a real triceratops. Nora, Sora, and Yang's mouth hung open.

"Quickly, climb aboard," TalkingSalad12 climbed up Tristan's tail, "Tristan will shrink back at midnight." But they were still to shocked, "Ugh, Tristan, assistance."

Tristan struck his mighty tail on the ground and everyone bounced off the ground and landed on his back, then she scratched his horns, "Good boy. Now, high-ho Tristan."

Then they galloped into the night.

CLICK

"What's going on?" Sora, Nora, and Yang shot up awake, to Weiss.

"Oh, I'm certainly not taking pictures of your sleeping face," she had a camera hidden behind her back.

"I had the craziest dream," Nora said, "There was the leafy person, and a flyswatter, and a triceratops."

"My face," Jaune cried as he ran into the room. His face had a red, net like imprint, like that of a flyswatter.

BEEP

Give it up for the special guest star: Tristan, the Teeny Tiny Triceratops!

I read stories about entitled people, it helps me with story ideas. They are usually stupid people, with no competent thoughts, and spew meaningless drabble. But one of them dared to say, "Anime is Evil." Those were fighting words!. (If I was actually there.)