The Cliche 7
"This is the Last One, I swear!"
part 1
It's been nearly two years since the cliche epidemic started. It was a joyous festive time, filled with self-insertions, inside jokes, and of course mindless violence, but like all things the era had come to an end. Probably forgotten about like Prince's career. And upon the eve of the Animorphs end, some authors have given up hope completely, others still hang on to what story ideas they have left, and as for me...I'm locked up inside a magic 8-ball with Bob the Universal Janitor, who hasn't showered in a long, long time.
"Help! Help! Somebody let us out! There's bad fics being written I can smell the typing!" I yelled banging on the wall.
"It's no use, boss. Nobody even remembers you, all the authors you use to know had either grown up or quit writing." Bob informed me. "And it's all your own fault too. If you hadn't stopped writing and going to the Animorph section of Fanfiction.Net none of this would have happened."
"But I'm a Ranma 1/2 fanfic writer now." I whined.
"Oh yeah, name one Ranma 1/2 fic you've written." Bob replied.
"Well...uhm...ummm...I have a lot in the works."
" But how many have you posted?"
"None." I said with my hy head hung down in shame.
"My point exactly, besides most people don't have any idea what the heck Ranma 1/2 is. Couldn't you not write fics about something more well known? Like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or Gundam Wing, or Harry Pott--?" I lunged at Bob my hand slowly squeezing his neck.
"If you say that name, what I did to the Ellimist, Crayak, and Drode in The Cliche 1-6 (*shameless plug) will look like a kiddie show compared to what I'll do to you." I threatened.
"You can't kill me I'm the source of your popularity. All though I'm still a little pissed that I wasn't in the cliche 6." Bob said cockily.
" Yes but you're in this one, and this is the last original cliche fic. It's not like I have to write you into the sequel." I explained.
"Wasn't number 5 suppose to be the last one?" Bob asked.
"Yeah so...?"
"And then you said number 6 was going to be your last one, didn't you?"
"So what are you trying to say?" I asked
"Nothing, nevermind."
"Why, I could kill and torture eall the animorphs if I wanted to." I explained.
"Oh please like that hasn't been done to death." Bob quipped.
"Hello, we're in a self-insertion fic. We're all ready breaking one of the cliche rules." I shot back.
"Heh, heh, plus this story has the word cliche in the title, so there's another one." Bob laughed.
"SCREW YOU BOB! I WROTE THE ORIGINAL CLICHE!! THOSE WRITERS WOULD STILL BE WRITING SONGFICS IF IT WASN'T FOR ME!"
"Oh good one, Steve-0. Piss off the people who reviewing your fic. You're just begging for flames now"
"That does it! Come here you smartass, imaginary custodian!" While the eightball rattled around from our brawl, it was able to catch the attention of three fanfic writers. The eight ball rolled by and hit Icella in the foot.
"Ouch!"
"What is it Icella?" Meridian asked.
"This eight ball hit me in the foot, and it has a man, and a janitor in it." Icella replied.
"Oh please, that sounds like something Steve-0 would write about." Kyra said. "Wait a minute, that's Steve-0 in there! Steve-0 how did you get in there?" I shrugged. "Something about lawyers, and writing bad fanfiction, and Harry Potter. Could you let me out of here?"
"No." Meridian said.
"No?" I asked confused.
"Yeah why don't you get one of those authors you put in your last story or the Cliche 5 to let you out?" Icella said icily.
"Because none of them are around. D'oh! I mean because I really want you guys to be in my last cliche story." I explained.
"Nice save there swift." Bob said. Kyra released us quickly by rubbing the eightball. I dusted myself off, and looked around to find myself in the middle of a war zone.
"What happened to this place?" I asked while watching the body count rise.
"Fanfic War." Icella explained picking up her "Flame" thrower.
"Fanfic war?" Bob asked. "See what happens when writers don't have any adult supervision!" Bob smacked me in the head with his Universal mop.
"Ow! It's not my fault, and stop calling me an adult you make me feel old!" I exclaimed.
"YOU ARE OLD!!!" Bob yelled back.
"Steve-0, is it really you?" Brat girl asked. "Hey girls Steve-0's back!" Brat girl whistled for the Steve-0 fan club.
"Steve-0 fan club? Somebody's looking for an ego boost. Aren't you married to Fishie?" Bob reminded me.
"Honeyyyyyy!" Fishie glomped on to me.
"ACK! Listen Fishie you're a sweet girl and everything, but they have certain laws against this kind of union." I weakly explained.
"Yeah so hands off, hussy!" Pinto yelled. "Thank God, you're back with us Steve-0. Something really bad is happening in Animorph land." She went on to explain.
"What did K.A. A. do an Animorphs/Everworld crossover? Bwahahahahahahaha! You get it? Because the Everworld story is really bad? Huh? huh? Y-you get it?" I'm losing my touch.
"I could have told you that." Bob quipped.
"Damnit Bob! Stop reading my mind!" I snarled.
"I didn't you were talking in Andalite thought speech...again." Bob returned.
"Well you two stop fighting this is serious!" Andalite girl yelled.
"You mean this war? Please it's nothing that a few fanfics and a peace treaty couldn't fix. Hey you guys remember CobraGirl? They should do a 'Where are they now?' on her."
"He doesn't have much of an attention span, does he?" Veggie Freak noted.
"Of course he doesn't have you read any of his stories, they're harder to follow than a blind, one-legged lemming." Icella noted. Paige Collins sighed and put her hands on my shoulders.
"Look, Steve-0, this is really important. The Animorph section of fanfiction.net is in a lot of trouble, and we need your help." She told me sweet, slow, yet condescending tone.
"You guys must be in a lot of trouble if you're looking to Steve-0 for help."
"SHUT UP BOB!" I yelled. "What about the other VIWs. I mean there are like fifty-some VIWs out there including you guys, who have written a lot more stories than I have, and are still writing. Why me?" I asked. Just then a huge limo pulled up onto the battlefield. Rhi, Bob Elder, Forlay, ~Utahraptor ;), DMP, Aniblaire, Checkers, Joltz, Dark_One_,and Nighteyes emptied out in a huge tangle of authors.
"Because all of us or smart enough not to accept a suicide mission." D.M.P. said. Rhi elbowed her in the ribs.
"What she means is we believe that only the greatest parody writer in the world can help us." Rhi informed me. I blushed slightly.
"Well that is true..." I said humbly. Paige rolls her eyes. "What do you need me to do?" I asked.
"Kill K.A. Applegate." Ruby said as her eyes glow red. Everyone looked at her with shock and confusion. "Umm...Ruby the objective was to get K.A. Applegate to continue the series not kill her." Aniblaire corrected.
"Oh right, my mistake." Ruby said sheepishly.
"So Steve-0 will you do it?" Forlay asked. Everyone looked at me with great anticipation, or maybe they were looking at me cause I had my finger up my nose. Either way it was a real dramatic moment.
"Okay." I said with a shrug. "On one condition, you guys stop this silly war." The authors nodded in agreement, because in all honesty the war was over like a year ago, but since I was "retired" I was really behind the times. I smiled thinking I did something really good.
"Fantastic. I'll need my 8-ball natuarally if I am to do this."
"Umm...slight problem with that, Steve-0." Rb said.
"Huh? Why? What's wrong?" I asked frantically.
"Your 8-ball was turned into fish flakes in a comedic self-insertion fanfic." Checkers informed me gently. I liked Larasia she was almost as old as I am. Then my brain recieved the information that it was just given...it usually takes a while. I fell to my knees and cried.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.* inhaling noise * OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Bob slapped me in the face. It really stung too.
"Snap out of it, you can just conjure up a new one!" Bob snapped.
"Sniff..I can? But how? The 8-ball is apparently the source of my powers."
"You just conjured up a small army of fanfic writers, with out any fundamental plot basis, or description of how they got here. Don't you see? The your author powers come from within." Bob said sagely.
"You mean like the 'force?'" I snivelled.
"Um..yeah if this was a Star Wars fic." Bob said.
"Here take this, instead." Mette said handing me a white and red metallic ball.
"What the hell is this?" I asked speculatively.
"It's a pokeball." Meeko smiled.
"A POKEBALL? A F---ING POKEBALL! WHAT THE F--- AM I SUPPOSE TO DO WITH THIS F---ING THING? G-- F---ING D---IT, I'M TRYING TO SAVE THE F---ING WORLD AND YOU F---ING GIVE ME THIS ROUND PIECE OF S---. WHAT ARE YOU? SOME KIND OF F---ING IDIOT!"
"Oh great there went the age rating." Bob said exasperatingly.
"At least he's regaining some of his powers. Look capital letters. Keep cussing Steve-0" Fishie said hopefully.
"Hmmph he's being a bad influence." Aniblaire grumped.
57 cuss words later...
OKAY I'M READY.
"Good you can use your pokeball to transport to K.A.A's office." D.M.P. informed me.
JEEZ, AN OMNIPOTENT AUTHOR REDUCED TO USING A POKEBALL. I HAVEN'T HEARD OF ANYTHING AS RIDICULOUS SINCE THAT TIME RACHEL HAD JAKE'S BABY.
"That's it! I'm going to kill him! This is the third time he mentioned "The Pregnancy." in one of his stories! That was well-written story unlike the crap you put out with the bad spelling, missing words, and bad grammer!" Andalite girl yelled while throttling me.
"Don't kill him he's the only one who'll go on this mission." Forlay said while trying to pry Andalite Girl off of me.
EWW, FORLAY YOU WROTE THAT ONE, ABOUT TOM RAPING RACHEL. THAT'S JUST AS BAD!
Forlay went from prying to helping throttle. "Why you?"
"I don't know why he's so uncomfortable with incestuous stories. I mean he's from West Virginia." Dark_One_ noted.
HEY WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?
"Nothing." Pinto said.
"Why don't I have any lines in this story?" Bob_Elder asked.
"Because two talking Bob's would get to confusing for Steve-0's small mind to keep track of." Bob the Universal Janitor replied. Steve-0 finally escaped Forlay's and Andalite Girl's clutches.
HMMM WE NEED MORE WRITERS.
Poof! Tearz of Pearls, Noname, queen animorph, Aquaian Godess , Teague(If your reading this and don't see your name add it here.) and appear
I DON'T REALLY HAVE ANY USE FOR YOU I'M JUST MAKING UP FOR ALL THE WRITERS I'VE NEGLECTED IN THE PAST. WELL I'M OFF, BUT BEFORE I GO I HAVE TO GET SOMETHING OFF MY CHEST. FORLAY, YOU AND ANIBLAIRE MAKE A REAL CUTE COUPLE YOU SHOULD REALLY HOOK UP.
As I walked off into the sunset I heard a bomb drop, and the war start up again.
KIDS I sighed to myself.
Hello, Steve-0. A voice erupted in my head as a small bird flew over my head.
"Long time no see." Jake said.
"Not long enough." Marco grumped.
"Now, Marco, we promised we would try to get along with Steve-0 this time." Cassie scolded.
"Talleyho! This is nuts. How can we strike a compromise with this overgrown kid. I still haven't forgiven him for this stupid catch phrase.
UMM WHO ARE YOU?
We're the Animorphs. Ax stated.
WHO?
"Christ this is a self-insertion fic. I forgot we usually get bit parts in these things. If we get mentioned at all. (cough cough Cliche 6 cough cough.)" Marco said.
MARCO, MY OLD NEMISIS.
"How can I be your nemisis? I'm a fictional character! Look pal, this isn't a social call we're here because for once, and only this once we need your help."
OK WHAT'S UP?
"Why do I feel we just struck a deal with David?" Rachel asked
TO BE CONTINUED IN...
CLICHE 7 Part 2
Autor's Note: Due to the fact that I'm temporarily dyslexic the author's note is now at the end of the story instead of the beginning.
Here's my disclaimer. Animorphs and Everworld belong to K.A. Applegate and her army of ghost writers. Harry Potter belongs to Lucifer,
the dark ruler of the Underworld, Bob the Universal Janitor is mine, the eightball is mine and the word cliche is mine! The authors and
their ideas are their own. Star Wars is George Lucus. Pokemon is a subliminal technique thought up by the Japaneese goverment
in order to enslave the youth of America. Ranma 1/2 belongs to our beloved Rumiko Takahashi.
Recommended reading
Pure Insanity by D.M.P.
The Pregnancy by Andalite Girl
The Cliche by Steve-0
"This is the Last One, I swear!"
part 1
It's been nearly two years since the cliche epidemic started. It was a joyous festive time, filled with self-insertions, inside jokes, and of course mindless violence, but like all things the era had come to an end. Probably forgotten about like Prince's career. And upon the eve of the Animorphs end, some authors have given up hope completely, others still hang on to what story ideas they have left, and as for me...I'm locked up inside a magic 8-ball with Bob the Universal Janitor, who hasn't showered in a long, long time.
"Help! Help! Somebody let us out! There's bad fics being written I can smell the typing!" I yelled banging on the wall.
"It's no use, boss. Nobody even remembers you, all the authors you use to know had either grown up or quit writing." Bob informed me. "And it's all your own fault too. If you hadn't stopped writing and going to the Animorph section of Fanfiction.Net none of this would have happened."
"But I'm a Ranma 1/2 fanfic writer now." I whined.
"Oh yeah, name one Ranma 1/2 fic you've written." Bob replied.
"Well...uhm...ummm...I have a lot in the works."
" But how many have you posted?"
"None." I said with my hy head hung down in shame.
"My point exactly, besides most people don't have any idea what the heck Ranma 1/2 is. Couldn't you not write fics about something more well known? Like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or Gundam Wing, or Harry Pott--?" I lunged at Bob my hand slowly squeezing his neck.
"If you say that name, what I did to the Ellimist, Crayak, and Drode in The Cliche 1-6 (*shameless plug) will look like a kiddie show compared to what I'll do to you." I threatened.
"You can't kill me I'm the source of your popularity. All though I'm still a little pissed that I wasn't in the cliche 6." Bob said cockily.
" Yes but you're in this one, and this is the last original cliche fic. It's not like I have to write you into the sequel." I explained.
"Wasn't number 5 suppose to be the last one?" Bob asked.
"Yeah so...?"
"And then you said number 6 was going to be your last one, didn't you?"
"So what are you trying to say?" I asked
"Nothing, nevermind."
"Why, I could kill and torture eall the animorphs if I wanted to." I explained.
"Oh please like that hasn't been done to death." Bob quipped.
"Hello, we're in a self-insertion fic. We're all ready breaking one of the cliche rules." I shot back.
"Heh, heh, plus this story has the word cliche in the title, so there's another one." Bob laughed.
"SCREW YOU BOB! I WROTE THE ORIGINAL CLICHE!! THOSE WRITERS WOULD STILL BE WRITING SONGFICS IF IT WASN'T FOR ME!"
"Oh good one, Steve-0. Piss off the people who reviewing your fic. You're just begging for flames now"
"That does it! Come here you smartass, imaginary custodian!" While the eightball rattled around from our brawl, it was able to catch the attention of three fanfic writers. The eight ball rolled by and hit Icella in the foot.
"Ouch!"
"What is it Icella?" Meridian asked.
"This eight ball hit me in the foot, and it has a man, and a janitor in it." Icella replied.
"Oh please, that sounds like something Steve-0 would write about." Kyra said. "Wait a minute, that's Steve-0 in there! Steve-0 how did you get in there?" I shrugged. "Something about lawyers, and writing bad fanfiction, and Harry Potter. Could you let me out of here?"
"No." Meridian said.
"No?" I asked confused.
"Yeah why don't you get one of those authors you put in your last story or the Cliche 5 to let you out?" Icella said icily.
"Because none of them are around. D'oh! I mean because I really want you guys to be in my last cliche story." I explained.
"Nice save there swift." Bob said. Kyra released us quickly by rubbing the eightball. I dusted myself off, and looked around to find myself in the middle of a war zone.
"What happened to this place?" I asked while watching the body count rise.
"Fanfic War." Icella explained picking up her "Flame" thrower.
"Fanfic war?" Bob asked. "See what happens when writers don't have any adult supervision!" Bob smacked me in the head with his Universal mop.
"Ow! It's not my fault, and stop calling me an adult you make me feel old!" I exclaimed.
"YOU ARE OLD!!!" Bob yelled back.
"Steve-0, is it really you?" Brat girl asked. "Hey girls Steve-0's back!" Brat girl whistled for the Steve-0 fan club.
"Steve-0 fan club? Somebody's looking for an ego boost. Aren't you married to Fishie?" Bob reminded me.
"Honeyyyyyy!" Fishie glomped on to me.
"ACK! Listen Fishie you're a sweet girl and everything, but they have certain laws against this kind of union." I weakly explained.
"Yeah so hands off, hussy!" Pinto yelled. "Thank God, you're back with us Steve-0. Something really bad is happening in Animorph land." She went on to explain.
"What did K.A. A. do an Animorphs/Everworld crossover? Bwahahahahahahaha! You get it? Because the Everworld story is really bad? Huh? huh? Y-you get it?" I'm losing my touch.
"I could have told you that." Bob quipped.
"Damnit Bob! Stop reading my mind!" I snarled.
"I didn't you were talking in Andalite thought speech...again." Bob returned.
"Well you two stop fighting this is serious!" Andalite girl yelled.
"You mean this war? Please it's nothing that a few fanfics and a peace treaty couldn't fix. Hey you guys remember CobraGirl? They should do a 'Where are they now?' on her."
"He doesn't have much of an attention span, does he?" Veggie Freak noted.
"Of course he doesn't have you read any of his stories, they're harder to follow than a blind, one-legged lemming." Icella noted. Paige Collins sighed and put her hands on my shoulders.
"Look, Steve-0, this is really important. The Animorph section of fanfiction.net is in a lot of trouble, and we need your help." She told me sweet, slow, yet condescending tone.
"You guys must be in a lot of trouble if you're looking to Steve-0 for help."
"SHUT UP BOB!" I yelled. "What about the other VIWs. I mean there are like fifty-some VIWs out there including you guys, who have written a lot more stories than I have, and are still writing. Why me?" I asked. Just then a huge limo pulled up onto the battlefield. Rhi, Bob Elder, Forlay, ~Utahraptor ;), DMP, Aniblaire, Checkers, Joltz, Dark_One_,and Nighteyes emptied out in a huge tangle of authors.
"Because all of us or smart enough not to accept a suicide mission." D.M.P. said. Rhi elbowed her in the ribs.
"What she means is we believe that only the greatest parody writer in the world can help us." Rhi informed me. I blushed slightly.
"Well that is true..." I said humbly. Paige rolls her eyes. "What do you need me to do?" I asked.
"Kill K.A. Applegate." Ruby said as her eyes glow red. Everyone looked at her with shock and confusion. "Umm...Ruby the objective was to get K.A. Applegate to continue the series not kill her." Aniblaire corrected.
"Oh right, my mistake." Ruby said sheepishly.
"So Steve-0 will you do it?" Forlay asked. Everyone looked at me with great anticipation, or maybe they were looking at me cause I had my finger up my nose. Either way it was a real dramatic moment.
"Okay." I said with a shrug. "On one condition, you guys stop this silly war." The authors nodded in agreement, because in all honesty the war was over like a year ago, but since I was "retired" I was really behind the times. I smiled thinking I did something really good.
"Fantastic. I'll need my 8-ball natuarally if I am to do this."
"Umm...slight problem with that, Steve-0." Rb said.
"Huh? Why? What's wrong?" I asked frantically.
"Your 8-ball was turned into fish flakes in a comedic self-insertion fanfic." Checkers informed me gently. I liked Larasia she was almost as old as I am. Then my brain recieved the information that it was just given...it usually takes a while. I fell to my knees and cried.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.* inhaling noise * OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Bob slapped me in the face. It really stung too.
"Snap out of it, you can just conjure up a new one!" Bob snapped.
"Sniff..I can? But how? The 8-ball is apparently the source of my powers."
"You just conjured up a small army of fanfic writers, with out any fundamental plot basis, or description of how they got here. Don't you see? The your author powers come from within." Bob said sagely.
"You mean like the 'force?'" I snivelled.
"Um..yeah if this was a Star Wars fic." Bob said.
"Here take this, instead." Mette said handing me a white and red metallic ball.
"What the hell is this?" I asked speculatively.
"It's a pokeball." Meeko smiled.
"A POKEBALL? A F---ING POKEBALL! WHAT THE F--- AM I SUPPOSE TO DO WITH THIS F---ING THING? G-- F---ING D---IT, I'M TRYING TO SAVE THE F---ING WORLD AND YOU F---ING GIVE ME THIS ROUND PIECE OF S---. WHAT ARE YOU? SOME KIND OF F---ING IDIOT!"
"Oh great there went the age rating." Bob said exasperatingly.
"At least he's regaining some of his powers. Look capital letters. Keep cussing Steve-0" Fishie said hopefully.
"Hmmph he's being a bad influence." Aniblaire grumped.
57 cuss words later...
OKAY I'M READY.
"Good you can use your pokeball to transport to K.A.A's office." D.M.P. informed me.
JEEZ, AN OMNIPOTENT AUTHOR REDUCED TO USING A POKEBALL. I HAVEN'T HEARD OF ANYTHING AS RIDICULOUS SINCE THAT TIME RACHEL HAD JAKE'S BABY.
"That's it! I'm going to kill him! This is the third time he mentioned "The Pregnancy." in one of his stories! That was well-written story unlike the crap you put out with the bad spelling, missing words, and bad grammer!" Andalite girl yelled while throttling me.
"Don't kill him he's the only one who'll go on this mission." Forlay said while trying to pry Andalite Girl off of me.
EWW, FORLAY YOU WROTE THAT ONE, ABOUT TOM RAPING RACHEL. THAT'S JUST AS BAD!
Forlay went from prying to helping throttle. "Why you?"
"I don't know why he's so uncomfortable with incestuous stories. I mean he's from West Virginia." Dark_One_ noted.
HEY WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?
"Nothing." Pinto said.
"Why don't I have any lines in this story?" Bob_Elder asked.
"Because two talking Bob's would get to confusing for Steve-0's small mind to keep track of." Bob the Universal Janitor replied. Steve-0 finally escaped Forlay's and Andalite Girl's clutches.
HMMM WE NEED MORE WRITERS.
Poof! Tearz of Pearls, Noname, queen animorph, Aquaian Godess , Teague(If your reading this and don't see your name add it here.) and appear
I DON'T REALLY HAVE ANY USE FOR YOU I'M JUST MAKING UP FOR ALL THE WRITERS I'VE NEGLECTED IN THE PAST. WELL I'M OFF, BUT BEFORE I GO I HAVE TO GET SOMETHING OFF MY CHEST. FORLAY, YOU AND ANIBLAIRE MAKE A REAL CUTE COUPLE YOU SHOULD REALLY HOOK UP.
As I walked off into the sunset I heard a bomb drop, and the war start up again.
KIDS I sighed to myself.
Hello, Steve-0. A voice erupted in my head as a small bird flew over my head.
"Long time no see." Jake said.
"Not long enough." Marco grumped.
"Now, Marco, we promised we would try to get along with Steve-0 this time." Cassie scolded.
"Talleyho! This is nuts. How can we strike a compromise with this overgrown kid. I still haven't forgiven him for this stupid catch phrase.
UMM WHO ARE YOU?
We're the Animorphs. Ax stated.
WHO?
"Christ this is a self-insertion fic. I forgot we usually get bit parts in these things. If we get mentioned at all. (cough cough Cliche 6 cough cough.)" Marco said.
MARCO, MY OLD NEMISIS.
"How can I be your nemisis? I'm a fictional character! Look pal, this isn't a social call we're here because for once, and only this once we need your help."
OK WHAT'S UP?
"Why do I feel we just struck a deal with David?" Rachel asked
TO BE CONTINUED IN...
CLICHE 7 Part 2
Autor's Note: Due to the fact that I'm temporarily dyslexic the author's note is now at the end of the story instead of the beginning.
Here's my disclaimer. Animorphs and Everworld belong to K.A. Applegate and her army of ghost writers. Harry Potter belongs to Lucifer,
the dark ruler of the Underworld, Bob the Universal Janitor is mine, the eightball is mine and the word cliche is mine! The authors and
their ideas are their own. Star Wars is George Lucus. Pokemon is a subliminal technique thought up by the Japaneese goverment
in order to enslave the youth of America. Ranma 1/2 belongs to our beloved Rumiko Takahashi.
Recommended reading
Pure Insanity by D.M.P.
The Pregnancy by Andalite Girl
The Cliche by Steve-0