I haven't been able to write now, because I've been busy due to projects and homework and the like. I finally know how to put myself in this fic without ruining it. There will be two parts to team Ether, the author and the narrator. The narrator will just describe things while the author will be an actual character in the story. I am lazy, so just look back at the 1st and 2nd chapters for the disclaimer. Here you go, the next chapter.
Chapter 4
It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the water was blue (as usual,) the sky was also blue (duh,) and Shihio's mother just up and decided that they would go to the other half of Kamori Island.
Now as you can see, sailing to the other half was a five-hour journey by boat. And seeing how sailing was so very boring in the Wind Waker…
So the entire family, including Aryll and a certain evil housekeeper, climbed into the nondescript, brown family boat and started on their journey. Shihio brought the video games and Aryll brought some snacks.
And knowing how trigger-happy Ganon was, he would be moaning in boredom in 3…2…1…
"This is boring! I want to get there already!"
"It's only been five minutes."
"Exactly."
"*Sigh*"
Meanwhile at the now empty Sakabara residence…
POOF
"I'm baaaaaaaaack! MWAHAHAHAHA-hey! Where is everyone? Why do they always leave before I can annoy them? I'm the author, dammit!"
I then proceeded to take anything of value in the house, except for the main character's things, because when she gets mad, she gets MAD.
Back on the ship…
"I'm…still…BORED!"
"It's been ten minutes you idiot."
"So?"
"SO START BY SHUTTING UP!"
Like I said, she gets ANGRY.
"You shut up, too."
Why? I'm the narrator. I'm not supposed to shut up.
"I said, shut up."
You shut up.
"YOU SHUT UP!"
NO, YOU SHUT UP!!!
* We are now experiencing technical difficulties, so please hang on a moment. *
"Technical?"
* Quiet, you. *
"Sor-ry."
*And now back to our previously scheduled program. *
We rejoin the cast inside the boat's small captain's quarters. They are playing Pong on an NES.
"Shihio-san, how did you get an NES?"
"Plot-hole."
"Of course, there have been a lot of those things everywhere. That's how I managed to meet this guy."
"Hello. My name is Michael."
"Michael is a Fierce Deity, and he's from Brooklyn!"
"Fo sho."
"Wow…"
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*bloop *
*bleep *
"How could you miss that? It was going one mile per hour! That's in-friggin-possible!"
"Damn… I blocked it! I swear!"
"May I play?"
"Of course."
For a person from the hardened streets of New York, Michael was quite well mannered, or was he…
*bleep *
"DAMN YOU!"
"It's not my fault you suck at this. My line is so beating the crap out of your line. Fear my line! BROOKLYN, BABY! WHAT, WHAT?"
"Go to hell."
"Back at you, you son of a-"
People, people, this is a PG-13 fic. Watch the language, okay?
"Screw you. I'm doing my own thing."
WHAT WAS THAT?
"I said, screw you. Want me to spell it out for you?"
IF YOU KEEP SAYING THINGS LIKE THAT ABOUT ME, I WILL TELL THE AUTHOR WHERE YOU ARE!!!
"Who's the author?"
"Trust me, Michael, you don't want to know."
"Sorry, miss narrator. I won't do it again."
YOU'D BETTER NOT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?"
Let me spell it out for you, S-O-N O-F A B-I-T-C-H. Happy now?
"Michael, leave her alone, narrator, you too, Ganon, stop sucking at this game. It's the simplest thing there is besides breathing."
"It is not!"
"Screw this, let's just play something else."
Taking out a PS2, They began to play Silent Hill 2, those lucky bastards.
* Do not read this unless you've played this game, or you might not get the humor. *
"ARGH!"
"You got killed by a cockroach? You do suck."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Shut up and let me play."
Just then, a familiar figure came on the screen… PYRA-KUN!!!
"What's he doing to that Mannequin?"
"You do not want to know."
"James! Don't hide in the closet, he'll get you! He did it anyways? What a nong…"
"What did you say?"
"I think that's an Australian insult…"
"I thought you were from Brooklyn."
"I am. I just overhear stuff, knaamean?"
"Whatever…"
While playing Soul Calibur 2
"WHAT THE HELL? HOW COULD I LOSE?"
"You suck at everything, don't you?"
"I do not!"
"You're disgracing the name of Cervantes."
"Well at least I didn't choose stick-girl on the other hand…"
"Seung-Mina just kicked your ass, so I wouldn't be talking."
"Shut up!"
"We're here!"
What will happen on the island? Why did Shihio's mom plan this trip? When will Michael stop swearing, and is he really from Brooklyn? Why am I rambling? Why won't anyone R&R this fic? To be continued…
