Chapter Six: Plot devices and a happy (?) ending

Lalalalala...reviews, reviews...I know I am lingering a bit on spellcheck. This is the last chapter involving it, however, and thankfully.



Several hours later:



"I have a thought." Krystal said.

"Oh, you have thoughts?" Lyra snapped. Her temper was growing very short.

Krystal looked hurt. "Of course I have thoughts. How do you think I have all of those page-spanning inner monologues?"

"I never really thought about it." Lyra replied shortly. This day had not been one of her better days, in fact, if she said so herself, and she did, it had been pretty disastrous. And it wasn't likely to improve as she had been sitting in a small over air-conditioned room with Krystal, the fanfic writer, Will, who by now had suffered minor brain damage from all the swooning, and the E.L.V.S (no one knew what it stood for) receptionist, a small girl with rather bushy hair named Hermoine.

"Well, I happen to have thoughts." Krystal huffed.

"Congratulations on that." She glared at the fangirl. "Can't YOU get us out of here?"

"Er..."

"Seven." Lyra growled. "You know, how about you just write us out of here? It's YOUR fic. Can't you just write, say, Will and Lyra fell through a large plot hole into their own world and lived happily ever after...say, even with our daemons?"

"What about me?" Krystal asked.

"You're OC...no one know where the hell you belong." Lyra told her bluntly.

Krystal cried silent, brave tears.

"Well, no, I mean...er..."

"Eight..."

Just then Lira clomped down the stairs, a large package held in her hands, wrapped in a black velvet cloth.

"What's that?"

"Th anser 2 al ur prombles." Lira replied brightly.

"Not ALL of our promblems, I'm sure." Lyra mumbled, shooting a glance at the fangirl.

Lira sighed and handed her the package. Lyra unwrapped it carefully. Inside was a device that looked similar to the Alethometer. It was blunt and sqarish, but it was a strange grayish color that Lira explained was called wilver. And the face was a darkish color, balck, and there was even a large button that was the color of puke.

"Urple." Lira told her with a sigh.

The button read: ONLY PRESS THIS BUTTON UNDER THE UNLIKELY CIRCUMSTANCE THAT YOU ARE TRAPPED IN ANOTHER DIMENSION. IN FACT, IT IS SO UNLIKELY THAT THIS HAS HAPPENED TO YOU, IF IT HAS YOU ARE AN IDIOT AND PROBABLY SHOULDN'T PRESS THE BUTTON ANYWAY.

"Er-"

"NINE."

"Oh hush, both of you." Krystal said.

Will stared at her in an adoring torpor.

"Good luc." Lira said with a worried smiled on her face.

Lyra pressed the button.









YAY!!!! An END to spellcheck jokes. Which were lame and getting quite broing if I do say so myself. (And I do) Anyway, sorry this chapter was so short, but I wanted to move on.