~*~ When Fans Go Bad!: The Les Mis Version ~*~*~
(Or: A Game for Bored Young Girls to Play)
~*~ By Mrs. Enjolras (Andi) and Mrs. Gavroche? (LOL, don't blame me for Mori's lack of bubblegummy tendencies!) ~*~
A/N: Once again, I do not own Les Mis or the charries, though I wish I did (some of them, at least - *coughcoughEnjiecoughcough*). I plead insanity, hyperness, and boredom - as well as a really deep desire to write a Les Mis humorfic. =D
Anyway, as promised, explanations of inside jokes...SPIT is not, as many insist, spit, as in saliva. That's just wrong. ;;; It is an acronym for Snapple Peach Iced Tea...my drink-of-choice, as essential to me as alcohol to Grantaire - seriously! And my favorite character IS Enjolras, but I have habits of getting into fights with all my favorite chars whenever we write fics like this. *g* The stick thing goes a bit far back...Mori was drawing a pic of Andi (the character, not me, LOL), and she drew her leaning on a stick. Once I saw the pic, I said, "I have a stick!" Mori replied, "You have a stick!" This went on for about 10 minutes, so now the stick and I are inextricably linked.
Also, you can't deny that Enjie looks so much better than Enjy. At least to me. *g* And I'll usually shy away from slashy fics.Enjie/Grantaire seems to disturb me more than anything else (no offense, Enjie/R shippers...just not my style). Anyway.this entire first part was written by me. *proud look* Enjoy! ^.~
~ Andikins ~
II. Prologue, or: It's all Andi's Fault!
A thoughtful-looking figure was sitting cross-legged in the middle of nowhere. No, really, it was the middle of nowhere. There was a tree right above the figure, and everything else was covered in dark mist. There seemed to be several spaces in the mist, where possible chambers or people were...
The figure was tall and slender, with black hair and eyes. She was bending over something and writing out words on a scroll thoughtfully, speaking aloud as she wrote. This figure was none other than...Mori, the Second Author!
Where are we? Well, it's kind of a long story. You won't believe it...it's too odd.
Well, I guess the real question is, how did we get here? If I even know where "here" is. It was all because of Andi, of course. Andi and her SPIT...I swear, that girl is uncontrollable. Ridiculous tendencies, she has...and, of course, one of them has to go and get us all stuck up here.
*poof* HEY!!! What are you telling these people, Mori?
Er...the truth?
The tall brunette - or Andi, the First Author - glared at Mori. It was NOT all my fault! How dare you put such ideas in those poor, innocent people's heads?
It WAS all your fault, Andi! You and your SPIT!!
Hey, I didn't see YOU exactly staying away from the bottle!
"Bottle?" Both authors jumped as Grantaire materialized from the mist. "Did someone mention a bottle?"
Not THAT kind of bottle, fool! Andi pulled out an (empty) bottle of SPIT and shoved it in Capital-R's face. SPIT! Not alcohol!
"Eh? What's this?" Grantaire looked at the bottle, too drunk to read it, and muttered something about absinthe before passing out.
"What is this? UNDERAGE DRINKING???" Javert ran in, waving a large stick madly. "I'LL HAVE YOU FOR THIS!!!!"
For the last time, number one - it is NOT alcoholic; number two - even if it was I am the author, I can do what I want; and number three - that is MY stick! Andi grabbed the stick from Javert and knocked him out with it.
Mori, meanwhile, had gone back to her writing. This had not escaped Andi's attention. AND NO MORE FEEDING YOUR LIES TO THE AUDIENCE!!!
They're not lies! It WAS all your fault!
Was not!!!
Was too!!!
Was not!!!
Was too!!!
"HEY!!!" Enjolras suddenly appeared between the two authors, who were now shooting death glares at each other. "STOP FIGHTING!! I am so sick of you two fighting.it will solve nothing, and it gives me a headache!"
At the sight of the blonde revolutionary, Andi instantly calmed down. Of course we'll stop, Enjie darling! Mori rolled her eyes.
Enjolras groaned. "STOP calling me that stupid nickname! It makes me sound like a fluffy dog or something!" Both authors snorted, and Enjolras glared at them.
Andi grinned evilly. The day I stop calling you Enjie, dear, is the day I slash you with Grantaire.
Enjolras paled. "Y - you wouldn't..."
Andi laughed evilly. I'm the author! There is nothing I won't dare!
"Hey, that's MY line!"
Shut UP, Valjean!
"What's all this noise?" A head popped out from in the middle of the mist - Joly's. "Who's yelling? Yelling's bad for my health..."
All the interruptions were starting to anger Andi, who was about to yell, but Mori interjected. I was just writing up what happened...so we can show everyone how we got here.
"Ah, right." Joly nodded. "It was all Andi's fault, wasn't it?"
AAARGH!!!! Enjolras and Mori stifled laughs, as Andi threw her bottle of SPIT at Joly's head, knocking him out. IT WAS NOT MY FAULT!!!
"All right, maybe you're not ENTIRELY to blame for getting us here," Enjolras admitted, stepping forward. "But you can't deny that many of your actions DID lead to it."
Watch it, Enjie! growled Andi. I don't need anyone else blaming me!
"I am NOT blaming you! I'm stating the truth!"
Damn your warnings, damn your lies!
"How DARE you steal my lines???"
HEY!!!!!!!!!!! Enjolras and Andi instantly stopped and turned to look at Mori. Can we get back to the point here?
Point? "Point?" Enjie and Andi asked simultaneously. Mori waved her scroll and pen pointedly. "Ahhhh." Ahhhh.
Anyway...if you'll let me get back to writing the story? WITHOUT interruptions from revolutionaries, crazy fellow authors, drunkards, hypochondriacs, and crazed law officers?
"I RESENT THAT!!!" A smack from Andi's stick shut Javert up again.
Fine, we'll go. Come on, Enjie.
"Don't call me Enjie!!!"
Andi and Enjolras walked away, still fighting, and Mori let out a sigh of relief. Sitting down and leaning against the tree, she took up her pen again.
Well, here's how it all began...
(Or: A Game for Bored Young Girls to Play)
~*~ By Mrs. Enjolras (Andi) and Mrs. Gavroche? (LOL, don't blame me for Mori's lack of bubblegummy tendencies!) ~*~
A/N: Once again, I do not own Les Mis or the charries, though I wish I did (some of them, at least - *coughcoughEnjiecoughcough*). I plead insanity, hyperness, and boredom - as well as a really deep desire to write a Les Mis humorfic. =D
Anyway, as promised, explanations of inside jokes...SPIT is not, as many insist, spit, as in saliva. That's just wrong. ;;; It is an acronym for Snapple Peach Iced Tea...my drink-of-choice, as essential to me as alcohol to Grantaire - seriously! And my favorite character IS Enjolras, but I have habits of getting into fights with all my favorite chars whenever we write fics like this. *g* The stick thing goes a bit far back...Mori was drawing a pic of Andi (the character, not me, LOL), and she drew her leaning on a stick. Once I saw the pic, I said, "I have a stick!" Mori replied, "You have a stick!" This went on for about 10 minutes, so now the stick and I are inextricably linked.
Also, you can't deny that Enjie looks so much better than Enjy. At least to me. *g* And I'll usually shy away from slashy fics.Enjie/Grantaire seems to disturb me more than anything else (no offense, Enjie/R shippers...just not my style). Anyway.this entire first part was written by me. *proud look* Enjoy! ^.~
~ Andikins ~
II. Prologue, or: It's all Andi's Fault!
A thoughtful-looking figure was sitting cross-legged in the middle of nowhere. No, really, it was the middle of nowhere. There was a tree right above the figure, and everything else was covered in dark mist. There seemed to be several spaces in the mist, where possible chambers or people were...
The figure was tall and slender, with black hair and eyes. She was bending over something and writing out words on a scroll thoughtfully, speaking aloud as she wrote. This figure was none other than...Mori, the Second Author!
Where are we? Well, it's kind of a long story. You won't believe it...it's too odd.
Well, I guess the real question is, how did we get here? If I even know where "here" is. It was all because of Andi, of course. Andi and her SPIT...I swear, that girl is uncontrollable. Ridiculous tendencies, she has...and, of course, one of them has to go and get us all stuck up here.
*poof* HEY!!! What are you telling these people, Mori?
Er...the truth?
The tall brunette - or Andi, the First Author - glared at Mori. It was NOT all my fault! How dare you put such ideas in those poor, innocent people's heads?
It WAS all your fault, Andi! You and your SPIT!!
Hey, I didn't see YOU exactly staying away from the bottle!
"Bottle?" Both authors jumped as Grantaire materialized from the mist. "Did someone mention a bottle?"
Not THAT kind of bottle, fool! Andi pulled out an (empty) bottle of SPIT and shoved it in Capital-R's face. SPIT! Not alcohol!
"Eh? What's this?" Grantaire looked at the bottle, too drunk to read it, and muttered something about absinthe before passing out.
"What is this? UNDERAGE DRINKING???" Javert ran in, waving a large stick madly. "I'LL HAVE YOU FOR THIS!!!!"
For the last time, number one - it is NOT alcoholic; number two - even if it was I am the author, I can do what I want; and number three - that is MY stick! Andi grabbed the stick from Javert and knocked him out with it.
Mori, meanwhile, had gone back to her writing. This had not escaped Andi's attention. AND NO MORE FEEDING YOUR LIES TO THE AUDIENCE!!!
They're not lies! It WAS all your fault!
Was not!!!
Was too!!!
Was not!!!
Was too!!!
"HEY!!!" Enjolras suddenly appeared between the two authors, who were now shooting death glares at each other. "STOP FIGHTING!! I am so sick of you two fighting.it will solve nothing, and it gives me a headache!"
At the sight of the blonde revolutionary, Andi instantly calmed down. Of course we'll stop, Enjie darling! Mori rolled her eyes.
Enjolras groaned. "STOP calling me that stupid nickname! It makes me sound like a fluffy dog or something!" Both authors snorted, and Enjolras glared at them.
Andi grinned evilly. The day I stop calling you Enjie, dear, is the day I slash you with Grantaire.
Enjolras paled. "Y - you wouldn't..."
Andi laughed evilly. I'm the author! There is nothing I won't dare!
"Hey, that's MY line!"
Shut UP, Valjean!
"What's all this noise?" A head popped out from in the middle of the mist - Joly's. "Who's yelling? Yelling's bad for my health..."
All the interruptions were starting to anger Andi, who was about to yell, but Mori interjected. I was just writing up what happened...so we can show everyone how we got here.
"Ah, right." Joly nodded. "It was all Andi's fault, wasn't it?"
AAARGH!!!! Enjolras and Mori stifled laughs, as Andi threw her bottle of SPIT at Joly's head, knocking him out. IT WAS NOT MY FAULT!!!
"All right, maybe you're not ENTIRELY to blame for getting us here," Enjolras admitted, stepping forward. "But you can't deny that many of your actions DID lead to it."
Watch it, Enjie! growled Andi. I don't need anyone else blaming me!
"I am NOT blaming you! I'm stating the truth!"
Damn your warnings, damn your lies!
"How DARE you steal my lines???"
HEY!!!!!!!!!!! Enjolras and Andi instantly stopped and turned to look at Mori. Can we get back to the point here?
Point? "Point?" Enjie and Andi asked simultaneously. Mori waved her scroll and pen pointedly. "Ahhhh." Ahhhh.
Anyway...if you'll let me get back to writing the story? WITHOUT interruptions from revolutionaries, crazy fellow authors, drunkards, hypochondriacs, and crazed law officers?
"I RESENT THAT!!!" A smack from Andi's stick shut Javert up again.
Fine, we'll go. Come on, Enjie.
"Don't call me Enjie!!!"
Andi and Enjolras walked away, still fighting, and Mori let out a sigh of relief. Sitting down and leaning against the tree, she took up her pen again.
Well, here's how it all began...