#TONIGHT YOU SLEEP IN HELL: THE CLICHE #2
ALL MUST DIE!
BY
NONAME
NOTE
Hello and welcome back! In case you didn't know, that is to myself, not to you. I may have said I was gone from AniFanFics, but a combination of people's groveling and a longing for the excitement of writing Animorph Fanfiction have compelled me to return. Fortunately, numerical rating has retired to fishing on the Mississippi and now I can safely write my bad stories without waking up to find that all my ratings are at rock bottom. Unfortunately, V.I.Ws are now no more as their life-long work to get to the top has now vanished overnight thanks to a selfish and petty Web Master (Xing.) For them I am most sympathetic (although it was they that put me off from writing AniFanFics.) But then, I hear that it's lonely at the top.
Enough said. Let's just get down to business, okay?
(P.S.I know this is bad. Please doesn't kill me.)
(No offence (duh) to those who were featured in this story.)
As you last recalled in the first cliché, Noname was being ferried to the BFFCC for writing the worst Animorph Stories ever known to man (or Andalites, or Yeerks, or…. You get what I mean.)
Noname: Watch as I make my big escape!
Noname ignites the combustion chamber that he had shoved up his ass earlier on, propelling him through the roof and releasing a stream of foul gases.
Tobiasrulz: Disgusting!
Noname: Yes, lovely isn't it?
The V.I.Ws evacuate their van as it careens of a cliff and crashes in to a ravine.
Noname: Mwahahahahahaha !!! So long Suckers!
Brat Girl: What a psycho.
Noname lands outside the BFFCC and bails out all the lunatics trapped inside.
Noname: HAHAHA! Go forth, my fellow authors, go forth and spread my will! (By
Now you should know that Noname is mentally disabled.)
Meanwhile, back at the crash site….
Mette is trying to establish contact with base using her hand phone.
Mette: Hello? Hello! Why doesn't this (censored) thing work?
Utahraptor: You forgot to use the "on" switch.
Mette: Oh.
Rhi: This is insane! We've got a nutcase on the loose and all you care about is calling someone with your designer hand phone that has little pink bunnies on it!
Mette: Don't you diss my hand phone!
The two of them attempt to kill and eat each other.
Brat Girl: Tsk Tsk!
However the two twins are the least of our worries now. Noname's forces have surrounded the V.I.W Club with an unpleasant assortment of siege weapons. Inside the clubhouse Steve-0, Starseeker, Kyra, Fishie, Aniblaire, Taxxon Balls (I know he's not an author, I just threw him in for fun,) and Gottaname are trapped.
Gottanme: Looks like my brother's throwing a tantrum.
Noname: (raving) I demand you to surrender immediately and unconditionally!
Kyra: Yeah right!
Steve-0: I wonder where he's getting all his power.
Aniblaire: An 8-Ball, duh.
Steve-0: Don't you dare insult me, the supreme king of the AniFanFic realm, you little man!
Aniblaire: C'mon kitty! Let's get down! (Yes, I know that neither of them would ever say that, so shut up, sit tight and keep reading.)
The two of them start doing something that we would decline to present.
Fishie: (sighing) Boys will be boys (chauveneist remark, in case you didn't know. I didn't)
Taxxon Balls: I think I may know where he put his 8-Ball.
Everyone: Where?
Taxxon Balls: You know, his….
Starseeker: You don't say!
Taxxon Balls: Hey, its true man, even if it made him walk funny!
Kyra: Sick!
Gottaname: I knew something was wrong with him.
Steve-0: Let's do it!
Aniblaire: Do what?
Steve-0: Get rid of the magic 8-balls!
Starseeker: Gross!
Steve-0 picks up a shotgun and aims it carefully at Noname's vital male asset (I'm not saying he's male though.)
Steve-0: Hasta la vista baby.
Steve-0 fires and blows the shit out of Noname.
Noname: Damn.
The rest of the V.I.Ws drag him to the asylum.
Noname: You may have defeated him this time, but I will be back! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
The End?
P.S.S.I know it bad. Please don't kill me.