Title: Waiting For Minako Part 26
Author: Dark Day For Anime (Mark A Page)
Email: ayanami@internode.net.au
IRC: Mappy on DALnet #AJAS
Fic Rating: So, you thought there was no plot to this series, did
you? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Well, you're RIGHT!
Waiting for Minako
by DDFA (Mark A Page)
Part Twentysix - The View
Warning: This chapter contains PLOT, which may be distressing to
regular WfM readers. So you are advised the wear your Snerg Glasses
and consume as many black jellybeans as possible before starting to
read.
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Scene: DDFA's house. Minako is sitting in the large, white armchair
in the loungeroom, watching television. DDFA is sitting in front of
his computer drumming his fingers against the armrest of his seat.
DDFA: I dunno.... It seems so out of character for you....
Minako: So? Writing out of character has never bothered you
before.
DDFA: That's true.
Minako: So what if I want to be the villain in a fic? I've
always wanted to play the bad guy.
DDFA: Yes, but the succubus bit is going just a little bit too
far, don't you think?
Minako: Hey, if you're going to be a villain, be a REAL villain.
DDFA shrugs as Minako starts flicking through channels with the
remote. She lets out a short cry, catching his attention.
DDFA: What? What is it?
Minako: It's Ami and Makoto.... They're on tv!
DDFA: What? Is it another repeat of DiCMoon?
Minako: No.... It's Waiting for Me.... I mean, Waiting for
Minako.
DDFA: Eeeeeh?
DDFA gets up from his seat and hurries over to Minako's side. On
the tv screen, Ami and Makoto are climbing the stairway that leads
to the top floor of the hospital.
Ami: My legs are tired.
Makoto: Do you have any more complaints in your repetoire?
Ami: Yes. I'm hungry. I'm thirsty. I'm bored. I've got
tennis elbow. My mother used to beat me up. I hate
those small, white packets that come in shoeboxes.
Voyager sucks. Hisakawa Aya is too old to play me. Why
call an armchair an armchair when arms don't need to sit
down....
Makoto: You can stop now.... Jeez....
Ami: Well, you did ask me.
Makoto: How much further to the top of these stairs?
Ami: I dunno. Why?
Makoto: Cos I'd like to throw you down them when we get there.
DDFA scratches his head.
DDFA: Damn.... So that is where my imagination got to.
Minako: You should be more careful where you put it. They might
have been able to see back through the tv screen and
spotted me.... That would bring this fanfic to a sudden
close.
DDFA: I bet there are a few who would like to see it killed
right now.
Minako: Yes, but that would only encourage you to release
"Sailor Losers" a lot sooner.
DDFA: True. True.
Minako: Where are they going, by the way?
DDFA: Who?
Minako points to the screen.
Minako: That pair.
DDFA: Oh, they're heading for the main office of the hospital,
where they shall have a fateful meeting.
Minako: You mean you've found a plot for this series?
DDFA: There always was a plot for this series. I just
kept.... misplacing it.
Minako: .....
DDFA: Shhhh.... They've reached the office.
On the screen, Ami and Makoto are standing outside the door of the
hospital's main office, puffing heavily as they try to catch their
breath. Makoto stands up and eyes the door, suspiciously.
Makoto: You know, this could all be a trap.
Ami: What.... you mean we climbed all those stairs for
nothing?
Makoto: No, sorry.... I always wanted to say that.
Ami: .....
Makoto: Well, should we barge right in, or should we knock
first?
Ami: Why ask me? I'm just the blue-haired genius.
Makoto: .....
Ami: Well, if we're going to do it....
Makoto rolls her eyes and places her hand on the doorknob.
Voice: Come in. You are expected.
They both look at each other in surprise.
Makoto: Well, should we?
Ami: Be my guest.
Makoto turns the doorknob and pushes the door open. The room inside
is dark, save for a single light that shines down the back wall.
Silhouetted against the light is a desk and a swivel chair, turned
away from them, its high back hiding the person sitting in it.
Voice: So, you have come this far. I am most impressed. Don't
be frightened.... I won't hurt you. Please come in.
The pair take a deep breath and step in to the office.
Voice: I take it you are no longer fooled by the false visions
you have experienced?
Makoto: Who are you? What do you want?
Voice: What do I want? To help you, of course. And in the
process you shall be helping me.
Ami: How? How are we going to help you?
Voice: I take it you have seen the Anime Character Replication
Device?
Makoto: What? That photocopier?
Voice: Yes, that.... photocopier.... It's a little more
complicated than that, but I suppose that is a good
analogy for the device.
Makoto: Why were you making copies of Ami?
The person chuckles.
Voice: Because there is a call for Sailormercuries.... Someone
has to supply the world with them, somehow. And that is
the problem.
The chair turns, but all Ami and Makoto can see is a small, shadowy
figure with a pair of glowing, red, squinting eyes.
Voice: I was placed in charge of this hospital by the Powers
That Be after the initial explosion of fanfics on the
web. Characters were duplicated by the thousands for
purposes unknown by a myriad of fanfic writers....
Makoto: You mean that dream I had.... about being nothing more
than an anime character, being used and abused by
others, was the truth?
Voice: I did my best to communicate this information to you, in
an effort to break the visions that had a hold on you.
Ami: So how does knowing this mean we can help you?
Voice: I was one of those copies made. But I was not perfect
enough.... I did not live up to the character that I
was created from, and so I must live out my life in this
place.... This hell.... But with your help, I can
succeed my original, and become part of the REAL anime
universe.
Makoto: How? How can we help you become.... real? And will
this help us get back to normality?
Voice: Oh, indeed it will.
The figure flicks a switch on top of the desk. Both Ami and Makoto
gasp as a light cascades from above, illuminating the figure sitting
in the chair. Watching this from her armchair, Minako also gasps.
She turns to DDFA.
Minako: It can't be....
DDFA: I'm afraid it is. The greatest force of darkness in the
anime world.
Minako: But that.... that's horrible....
Minako turns back to the screen, thereby failing to notice a couple
of dark figures who range up behind DDFA and grab him, placing a
cloth over his mouth. After a few moments of struggle, he falls
unconscious, and the pair drag him away.
Meanwhile, on the screen, Ami and Makoto stare at the mirror image
of.... MOKONA!!!
Mokona: So, now you see the true depth of the horror.
Makoto: You! But.... It CAN'T be....
Ami: You're not supposed to be able to talk.
Mokona: Ah yes.... I'm not supposed to be able to say anything
but "pu", ne? The first and most obvious fault in my
creation. Secondly, I am too practical and mature in
the usage of the powers given to me.... Unlike my...
"real" self.... I am not an annoying spawn of the
devil.
Before the Mokona clone can say anymore, both Makoto and Ami grab
him and hug him tightly.
Ami: Kawaii!
Makoto: I always wanted to squeeze you.
Mokona: Uhhhnnn.... Excuse me, ladies. Can we get back to the
matter at hand?
Ami: Ah, gomen.
Makoto: Sorry sorry.
They put the Mokona back in the seat, where he brushes himself down,
trying to regain his composure.
Mokona: Now, you can see my plight. I am immeasurably more
suitable to take up the role of Mokona. However, as
long as my irresponsible original exists, I will remain
in this worthless, second rate position.
Makoto: So what do you want us to do?
Mokona: I want you, as originals yourselves, to... DESTROY THE
ORIGINAL MOKONA!
There is a clash of dramatic music, as Minako jumps out of her seat.
Minako: Oi! That's just a bit much, Mister DDFA.... Ami and
Makoto destroy Mokona? Ridiculous.
She turns and looks around the room for the missing DDFA.
Minako: Hey, where have you gone?
END OF PART 26
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Will Ami and Makoto agree to destroy the original Mokona? Has DDFA
been kidnapped? Will Minako be able to rescue him? Does anyone
actually want her to rescue him? Is the whole clone idea a rip from
UID? Will all those black jellybeans give you the runs? For almost
no answers to these questions, read the next chapter of "Waiting for
Minako", the fic that brings new meaning to the term "PU!" ^_^
_________
/ @ \ DDFA (The Right Dishonourable Mark A Page)
/ / ^ ^ \ \ ayanami@internode.on.net
/\
\/ \/ You know, this little Mokona pictogram
\___________/ works in fixedsys font.... ^_^;;
/_/ \_\ PU
PU 1.0 - Thursday, January 14th 1999
Author: Dark Day For Anime (Mark A Page)
Email: ayanami@internode.net.au
IRC: Mappy on DALnet #AJAS
Fic Rating: So, you thought there was no plot to this series, did
you? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Well, you're RIGHT!
Waiting for Minako
by DDFA (Mark A Page)
Part Twentysix - The View
Warning: This chapter contains PLOT, which may be distressing to
regular WfM readers. So you are advised the wear your Snerg Glasses
and consume as many black jellybeans as possible before starting to
read.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^
--------------------------------------------------------------------
Scene: DDFA's house. Minako is sitting in the large, white armchair
in the loungeroom, watching television. DDFA is sitting in front of
his computer drumming his fingers against the armrest of his seat.
DDFA: I dunno.... It seems so out of character for you....
Minako: So? Writing out of character has never bothered you
before.
DDFA: That's true.
Minako: So what if I want to be the villain in a fic? I've
always wanted to play the bad guy.
DDFA: Yes, but the succubus bit is going just a little bit too
far, don't you think?
Minako: Hey, if you're going to be a villain, be a REAL villain.
DDFA shrugs as Minako starts flicking through channels with the
remote. She lets out a short cry, catching his attention.
DDFA: What? What is it?
Minako: It's Ami and Makoto.... They're on tv!
DDFA: What? Is it another repeat of DiCMoon?
Minako: No.... It's Waiting for Me.... I mean, Waiting for
Minako.
DDFA: Eeeeeh?
DDFA gets up from his seat and hurries over to Minako's side. On
the tv screen, Ami and Makoto are climbing the stairway that leads
to the top floor of the hospital.
Ami: My legs are tired.
Makoto: Do you have any more complaints in your repetoire?
Ami: Yes. I'm hungry. I'm thirsty. I'm bored. I've got
tennis elbow. My mother used to beat me up. I hate
those small, white packets that come in shoeboxes.
Voyager sucks. Hisakawa Aya is too old to play me. Why
call an armchair an armchair when arms don't need to sit
down....
Makoto: You can stop now.... Jeez....
Ami: Well, you did ask me.
Makoto: How much further to the top of these stairs?
Ami: I dunno. Why?
Makoto: Cos I'd like to throw you down them when we get there.
DDFA scratches his head.
DDFA: Damn.... So that is where my imagination got to.
Minako: You should be more careful where you put it. They might
have been able to see back through the tv screen and
spotted me.... That would bring this fanfic to a sudden
close.
DDFA: I bet there are a few who would like to see it killed
right now.
Minako: Yes, but that would only encourage you to release
"Sailor Losers" a lot sooner.
DDFA: True. True.
Minako: Where are they going, by the way?
DDFA: Who?
Minako points to the screen.
Minako: That pair.
DDFA: Oh, they're heading for the main office of the hospital,
where they shall have a fateful meeting.
Minako: You mean you've found a plot for this series?
DDFA: There always was a plot for this series. I just
kept.... misplacing it.
Minako: .....
DDFA: Shhhh.... They've reached the office.
On the screen, Ami and Makoto are standing outside the door of the
hospital's main office, puffing heavily as they try to catch their
breath. Makoto stands up and eyes the door, suspiciously.
Makoto: You know, this could all be a trap.
Ami: What.... you mean we climbed all those stairs for
nothing?
Makoto: No, sorry.... I always wanted to say that.
Ami: .....
Makoto: Well, should we barge right in, or should we knock
first?
Ami: Why ask me? I'm just the blue-haired genius.
Makoto: .....
Ami: Well, if we're going to do it....
Makoto rolls her eyes and places her hand on the doorknob.
Voice: Come in. You are expected.
They both look at each other in surprise.
Makoto: Well, should we?
Ami: Be my guest.
Makoto turns the doorknob and pushes the door open. The room inside
is dark, save for a single light that shines down the back wall.
Silhouetted against the light is a desk and a swivel chair, turned
away from them, its high back hiding the person sitting in it.
Voice: So, you have come this far. I am most impressed. Don't
be frightened.... I won't hurt you. Please come in.
The pair take a deep breath and step in to the office.
Voice: I take it you are no longer fooled by the false visions
you have experienced?
Makoto: Who are you? What do you want?
Voice: What do I want? To help you, of course. And in the
process you shall be helping me.
Ami: How? How are we going to help you?
Voice: I take it you have seen the Anime Character Replication
Device?
Makoto: What? That photocopier?
Voice: Yes, that.... photocopier.... It's a little more
complicated than that, but I suppose that is a good
analogy for the device.
Makoto: Why were you making copies of Ami?
The person chuckles.
Voice: Because there is a call for Sailormercuries.... Someone
has to supply the world with them, somehow. And that is
the problem.
The chair turns, but all Ami and Makoto can see is a small, shadowy
figure with a pair of glowing, red, squinting eyes.
Voice: I was placed in charge of this hospital by the Powers
That Be after the initial explosion of fanfics on the
web. Characters were duplicated by the thousands for
purposes unknown by a myriad of fanfic writers....
Makoto: You mean that dream I had.... about being nothing more
than an anime character, being used and abused by
others, was the truth?
Voice: I did my best to communicate this information to you, in
an effort to break the visions that had a hold on you.
Ami: So how does knowing this mean we can help you?
Voice: I was one of those copies made. But I was not perfect
enough.... I did not live up to the character that I
was created from, and so I must live out my life in this
place.... This hell.... But with your help, I can
succeed my original, and become part of the REAL anime
universe.
Makoto: How? How can we help you become.... real? And will
this help us get back to normality?
Voice: Oh, indeed it will.
The figure flicks a switch on top of the desk. Both Ami and Makoto
gasp as a light cascades from above, illuminating the figure sitting
in the chair. Watching this from her armchair, Minako also gasps.
She turns to DDFA.
Minako: It can't be....
DDFA: I'm afraid it is. The greatest force of darkness in the
anime world.
Minako: But that.... that's horrible....
Minako turns back to the screen, thereby failing to notice a couple
of dark figures who range up behind DDFA and grab him, placing a
cloth over his mouth. After a few moments of struggle, he falls
unconscious, and the pair drag him away.
Meanwhile, on the screen, Ami and Makoto stare at the mirror image
of.... MOKONA!!!
Mokona: So, now you see the true depth of the horror.
Makoto: You! But.... It CAN'T be....
Ami: You're not supposed to be able to talk.
Mokona: Ah yes.... I'm not supposed to be able to say anything
but "pu", ne? The first and most obvious fault in my
creation. Secondly, I am too practical and mature in
the usage of the powers given to me.... Unlike my...
"real" self.... I am not an annoying spawn of the
devil.
Before the Mokona clone can say anymore, both Makoto and Ami grab
him and hug him tightly.
Ami: Kawaii!
Makoto: I always wanted to squeeze you.
Mokona: Uhhhnnn.... Excuse me, ladies. Can we get back to the
matter at hand?
Ami: Ah, gomen.
Makoto: Sorry sorry.
They put the Mokona back in the seat, where he brushes himself down,
trying to regain his composure.
Mokona: Now, you can see my plight. I am immeasurably more
suitable to take up the role of Mokona. However, as
long as my irresponsible original exists, I will remain
in this worthless, second rate position.
Makoto: So what do you want us to do?
Mokona: I want you, as originals yourselves, to... DESTROY THE
ORIGINAL MOKONA!
There is a clash of dramatic music, as Minako jumps out of her seat.
Minako: Oi! That's just a bit much, Mister DDFA.... Ami and
Makoto destroy Mokona? Ridiculous.
She turns and looks around the room for the missing DDFA.
Minako: Hey, where have you gone?
END OF PART 26
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^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^
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Will Ami and Makoto agree to destroy the original Mokona? Has DDFA
been kidnapped? Will Minako be able to rescue him? Does anyone
actually want her to rescue him? Is the whole clone idea a rip from
UID? Will all those black jellybeans give you the runs? For almost
no answers to these questions, read the next chapter of "Waiting for
Minako", the fic that brings new meaning to the term "PU!" ^_^
_________
/ @ \ DDFA (The Right Dishonourable Mark A Page)
/ / ^ ^ \ \ ayanami@internode.on.net
/\
\/ \/ You know, this little Mokona pictogram
\___________/ works in fixedsys font.... ^_^;;
/_/ \_\ PU
PU 1.0 - Thursday, January 14th 1999
