*Disclaimer: Ah, my first torture story. However, I still don't own the
TMNT…they don't know how lucky they are. By the way, I don't own Fear
Factor either.
(Adjusts her crown) Oh, am I on?
*Raph snickers. A heavy lead ball appears in the Author's hand.
I always knew there was a reason I played softball.
Raph: If you do, I'll hurt you, and you know it.
No, if I do, you'll be out cold, giving me time to tie you up and put you at one of those Raph Fan Girls Convention.
Raph: *Shudders. Is there such a thing?
There could be.
Raph: Liar.
*Winds her arm.* Let's find out, shall we?
Mike: (entering) Mirage might sue you for that.
Hi Mike.
Mike: Hellooo there gorgeous! New writer, huh?
Yep.
Mike: (smiling) Am I your favorite?
No.
Mike: I'm wounded.
No, Leo's wounded. He's a wounded bird. That's why he tries to be perfect all the time.
Leo: I am not wounded! Who said that? Oh, no…it's her.
*Jumps up from her throne* Leo! My wounded friend!
Leo: She's so energetic and outgoing. People like that worry me.
Of course they do! But they wouldn't if you weren't wounded.
Leo: I'm not wounded!
You're obviously in denial. That's okay. I myself was once wounded. *Gasps* Leo and I are wounded birds together! *throws her arms around him*
Leo: Why are you doing this to me?
Simple. Because you aren't my favorite, and you bug me from time to time.
Leo: What have I done to bug you?
Well you're breathing up all my air for one thing.
Leo: Gee, you're right. How inconsiderate.
I'm so glad we're seeing eye to eye.
Leo: Why can't you just be a normal writer?
Ew, how normal. Now, where's Donnie?
Raph: Hopefully far, far away.
But I need him! I can't start the story without him!
Mike: You already have.
Details, details… That's just a small set back.
Mike: So this isn't the story?
No. (The scene changes to a dark, stone setting, lit by a few camp fires. Donnie is already there.) There you are Donnie! Now, are you familiar with the show Fear Factor?
All: Uh-Oh.
Oh, yes. Now, here's how it will work. Our faithful reviewers will use their knowledge about you to think up fun and exciting new ways to torture you and entertain us. The task they decide could be a physical challenge, or it could not. Once you don't complete a certain task, you will spend the rest of your time with me in my throne room until the show is over. *Waves at Leo*
Leo: *slaps his forehead* Let me guess, you get to decide weather or not we finish?
You're pretty bright for being wounded. Let me start you off. Let me give you an example of something that isn't a physical challenge. *A pizza appears in her hands* Here you go Mike.
Mike: *Opens the box* Thanks!
For the rest of the show, you can't eat it.
Mike: NOOOOO!!!!!!!
Alright reviewers, it is now up to you. I will not update until I get ideas about how to torture our friends. See you whenever!
(Adjusts her crown) Oh, am I on?
*Raph snickers. A heavy lead ball appears in the Author's hand.
I always knew there was a reason I played softball.
Raph: If you do, I'll hurt you, and you know it.
No, if I do, you'll be out cold, giving me time to tie you up and put you at one of those Raph Fan Girls Convention.
Raph: *Shudders. Is there such a thing?
There could be.
Raph: Liar.
*Winds her arm.* Let's find out, shall we?
Mike: (entering) Mirage might sue you for that.
Hi Mike.
Mike: Hellooo there gorgeous! New writer, huh?
Yep.
Mike: (smiling) Am I your favorite?
No.
Mike: I'm wounded.
No, Leo's wounded. He's a wounded bird. That's why he tries to be perfect all the time.
Leo: I am not wounded! Who said that? Oh, no…it's her.
*Jumps up from her throne* Leo! My wounded friend!
Leo: She's so energetic and outgoing. People like that worry me.
Of course they do! But they wouldn't if you weren't wounded.
Leo: I'm not wounded!
You're obviously in denial. That's okay. I myself was once wounded. *Gasps* Leo and I are wounded birds together! *throws her arms around him*
Leo: Why are you doing this to me?
Simple. Because you aren't my favorite, and you bug me from time to time.
Leo: What have I done to bug you?
Well you're breathing up all my air for one thing.
Leo: Gee, you're right. How inconsiderate.
I'm so glad we're seeing eye to eye.
Leo: Why can't you just be a normal writer?
Ew, how normal. Now, where's Donnie?
Raph: Hopefully far, far away.
But I need him! I can't start the story without him!
Mike: You already have.
Details, details… That's just a small set back.
Mike: So this isn't the story?
No. (The scene changes to a dark, stone setting, lit by a few camp fires. Donnie is already there.) There you are Donnie! Now, are you familiar with the show Fear Factor?
All: Uh-Oh.
Oh, yes. Now, here's how it will work. Our faithful reviewers will use their knowledge about you to think up fun and exciting new ways to torture you and entertain us. The task they decide could be a physical challenge, or it could not. Once you don't complete a certain task, you will spend the rest of your time with me in my throne room until the show is over. *Waves at Leo*
Leo: *slaps his forehead* Let me guess, you get to decide weather or not we finish?
You're pretty bright for being wounded. Let me start you off. Let me give you an example of something that isn't a physical challenge. *A pizza appears in her hands* Here you go Mike.
Mike: *Opens the box* Thanks!
For the rest of the show, you can't eat it.
Mike: NOOOOO!!!!!!!
Alright reviewers, it is now up to you. I will not update until I get ideas about how to torture our friends. See you whenever!