Mnemosyne's Dead Fic Day
(Idea from: MegaTokyo. Read it!)
Lethe: Why are we here, Mnemosyne?
M-syne: Because Cheetos Puffs are really addictive!
Lethe: …You make no sense. Anyway, what should we wri- hey! Quit eating and listen! It *is* your fic, you know.
M-syne: [crunchy crunch]
Lethe: [glares]
[thinks]
[sparkly eyes] I know!!! Let's insert a bit of fluffy shounen ai… shounen ai fluff… Mnem?
M-syne: It's really hard to type with one finger. All of the other ones are spawning in the Cheetos Puffs bag. Eeeeew…it took me like 5 minutes to write this.
Lethe: Uh…. That's not possible. C'mon, some Jou/Seto? You know you want to… or at least give Yami Bakura an appearance… or Malik?
M-syne: I'm finally done eating Cheetos, and I think they've inspired me or something! Ah, the power of cheese. I have a really funny idea for a fanfic now! And thanks to Misura, who pointed out that this fic is wandering away from Yu-Gi-Oh! Otherwise I wouldn't have really noticed…^__^
[Lethe grimaces at Mnemosyne's excessive use of exclamation points and then continues on her sparkly-eyed, hearts-and-bubbles, quest for fluff.]
Lethe: Like, "Jonouchi looked into Seto's eyes. Now he saw what he hadn't before: There was a sadness there, hidden behind the ice… and Jonouchi wanted to reach it. For, with the sadness, there was softness – and Jonouchi would give anything to touch his-"
M-syne: Ew. Lethe, you perv! Back to food and music (my favorite things) Not a good combination: stale Coca-Cola mixed with vanilla coffee (which actually tastes like coconut). And drinking this while listening to the Chipmunk song.
Lethe: …I don't know you.
M-syne: Actually, it tastes sort of good. Creamy, yet subtly sweet. –Ish.
Lethe: [glares] We're HERE to think of ideas for our/your fanfic. Not drink… you know… that.
M-syne: Also a great caffeine drink. Ummy.
Lethe: WE'RE HERE TO THINK!!!
[silence]
Lethe: [snickers] Well, *I'm* here to think.
M-syne: My name…is Mnemosyne…
[subliminal message: Cheetos…GOOD]
Lethe: Well, if you're not going to think, I'm going to find someone who can. Ryou!
Ryou: Ah, hello! How are you?
Lethe: [beams] Fiiiiine!
M-syne: [to audience quietly] She's talking to her plushie again.
M-syne: Mommmm!!! Lethe has a plushie!!! I want one too!!!
Mom: Not now, honey.
M-syne: BUT I WANNA PLUSHIE!!!
Lethe and Ryou: [stick out tongues] Nyah-ha.
M-syne: MOM, SHE'S WAVING IT AROUND IN MY FACE!!!
Mom: That's nice, dear.
Lethe: [suddenly back on track] Mnem, let's get writing. NOW.
Ryou: Yes, let's! I'm eager to read your work, Lethe. It's very good.
Lethe: [twinkly] Aah! A compliment!
[subliminal message: GOOD…Cheetos]
M-syne: Yeah, let's get to work now before this gets longer than the actual chapters. I have to write about my wonderful cheese-inspired idea! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I luv exclamation points. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lethe: [glares] C'mon! Let's write shoune- I mean, the fanfic.
M-syne: Yeah, let's. Right now. Thank you guys for being so patient! I love you all! God bless Japan! Whoo-hoo! I'm on a roll now! THANK YOU, CLEVELAND!!!! [dances around throwing invisible roses all over the floor]
END NOTES: No plushies were harmed in this chapter. …Though the Anzu one was rather offended.
CREDITS:
~Cast~
Mnemosyne as Mnemosyne
Lethe as Lethe
Ryou Plushie as Ryou Plushie
Lethe as Ryou Plushie's Voice
Mnemosyne as Mom (everything said by Mom is most likely what she would have said in a real situation)
~Crew~
Technical Officer – Malik with big headphones
Editor – Sugoroku Mutou (he was actually asleep the whole time. that's why this hasn't been edited.)
Director – What director?
Subliminal Messages Operator – Yami Bakura (with no shirt! on a Honda in the street! ^__^)
~
Produced by – Microsoft Word
Distributed by – ff.net!
~Special Thanks to…~
The Cheetos Puffs Dangerously Cheesy people!
Ryou for being himself!
Joey and Seto. We hope you get together!
All you people who reviewed! You're wonderful!
[bleep] THIS HAS BEEN A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT. WE WILL NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING. [bleep]
Lethe and Mnem: …That made no sense.
Malik: [grins evilly]