Hello!
Welcome to the second chapter of the madness!
Disclaimer #1: I do not own Robin Hood. However, I do own the different kinds of Marian. I also own the Wombat Pit. Fear me.
Disclaimer #2: If the portrayal of these Marians offends you, feel free to flame me. I mean to harm, and I collect flames, they're excellent Wombat food.
Disclaimer #3: If you wish to join The Fluff Club, E-mail me at sarah(underscore)morrison(at sign)nobles.edu [stories don't let you type symbols anymore]
Have a nice day!
Sugarsprite drummed her stubby fingernails across the keys of her laptop, wondering what to write out in her next batch of instructions to the members of The Fluff Club. She knew exactly what she wanted to say, but somehow she couldn't exactly put it into words. She checked The Official Fluff Club Digital Clock next to her desk. It read 2:57AM. She yawned.
"Sugarsprite?" a voice rang out through the dark office, startling the overtired Dictator. She looked up, hoping to see one of her enemies so she could sic the wombat pit on them, but alas, it was only Outlaw Eris and The Midnight's Magic, each holding a pillow and sleeping bag.
"Yes?" asked Sugarsprite from her desk.
"We can't sleep," said The Midnight's Magic, yawning, "We're tired but..."
The door opened again. In walked Mianne, and Llyra Monroe, also carrying Official Fluff Club Sleeping Bags and Official Fluff Cub Pillows.
"There's more?" asked the aggravated Leader of The Fluff Club. "What's wrong? Are the Wombats growling too loudly or something?"
"No," said Mianne. "Their growling always puts us to sleep. It's like a lullaby..."
The door opened and Enchantressofthestars walked in, followed by Dragonfirechick.
"Huh?" murmured Sugarsprite, really curious now. "That's everyone except..."
"Hey guys!" cried Black Pixie and Amadea as they opened the door and flung their Official Fluff Club Sleeping Bags on the floor.
Sugarsprite almost pushed the Official Fluff Club Big Red Button that-will-send-the-world-spiraling-to-its-doom-if-God-forbid-anyone-ever- pressed-it. "WILL SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?!" Cried the sleep-deprived girl.
The office fell silent except for a 'blame it on PMS' from Enchantressofthestars.
Sugarsprite rolled her eyes. "Outlaw Eris," she said, targeting the first girl to enter the room. "Will you tell me why all of a sudden everyone is in my office at three o' clock in the morning?"
"No reason really," said Outlaw Eris, flipping her red hair, "We're just excited for tomorrow, that's all."
"And we couldn't sleep," said Mianne, "So we decided to have a midnight meeting of the Fluff Club."
"Actually, it's more like a three o' clock in the morning meeting of The Fluff Club," said The Midnight's Magic matter of factly. "If it was midnight I would have all my evil powers."
All the other members of The Fluff Club all took a step back.
"Still, we wanted to meet," finished Llyra when she was a safe distance away from The Midnight's Magic. "Afterward we can eat crapfood and then go to bed."
Sugarsprite massaged her temples. "Fine, we'll meet. But you guys must be completely submissive for a whole day, and not question any of my decisions."
"Done."
"Alright then," Sugarsprite was enshrouded with a mist, reminding reviewers of the transformations anime characters go through to turn into their warrior form. Sugarsprite's jeans and amnesty international tee shirt somehow evaporated and turned into a pure white gown, with a sash across her chest reading 'Fluff Club'. She was equipped with a silver sword that shot out deadly purple rays at random intervals to unsuspecting civilians. Her blondish-brownish-reddish hair lengthened to about waist length, immediately turning silky and glossy. The oddest change of all was that her customary grumpiness disappeared, and as her transformation finished, she yelled out a cry of "Long Live Fluff!" and opened her eyes, which had changed from their typical shade of brown to a stunning purple.
"Do you always have to do that for meetings?" asked Dragonfirechick, looking annoyed.
"Yes," Sugarsprite replied. "Now the rest of you'd better transform or it won't be like a proper meeting."
The office grew very misty as the different members of the Fluff Club changed into very anime-esque outfits with cool looking weapons.
Black Pixie was the second finished, floating two feet from the ground due to her delicate black wings, her tight-fitting armor clinging to her curves, her 'Fluff Club' sash contrasting with her dark attire.
Enchantressofthestars finished next, her hair shortening and turning light pink, a long, magenta staff with a star at the end popping out of thin air and resting lightly in her hand, and she wore a very short dress with fishnet tights covering her legs.
Outlaw Eris' outfit was...interesting to say the least. Her red hair had arranged itself into a high ponytail at the top of her head, she had a bow and quiver and knee-length deerskin boots, she wore all green, looking very outlaw-ish and very pretty.
Amadea's hair turned white and her normal clothes turned into an outfit typically found in the seventeen hundreds, complete with corset and train. Her hair did not make itself into one of the hideous wigs they wore however. It merely cascaded down her back, lengthening so it reached her waist.
The Midnight's Magic's hair and eyes turned a stunning shade of midnight blue, and her tank top changed into a smooth sleeveless dress with tiny silver moons that caught the light whenever she moved. She did not wear a sash like the members before her, but the moons arranged themselves into different Fluff Club Official Slogans every five minutes.
Llyra Monroe found herself in a VERY tight fitting black top [C'mon... ALL female anime characters wear tight fitting tops!] which had "I [heart shape] fluff" written upon it. She wore low riding jeans... in fact, she would have looked almost normal if it weren't for the kitten ears emerging from her now bright red hair.
Mianne's bunny slippers turned into sexy knee length boots, and she wore a sailor suit that apparently all teenaged Japanese schoolgirls wear. Her hair turned purple and grew into two long ponytails that almost touched the floor. She was faced with an overwhelming desire to call out "Fluff" in a high-pitched voice, but decided against it, feeling it would be too annoying for her Fluff sisters to bear so early in the morning.
Dragonfirechick, the most reluctant to change, began her transformation as well. Her hair shortened, turned shades of red, orange, and purple, and grew into spikes at the top of her head. She too wore armor, but it was red with flames on it. Her normal colored eyes turned red, and as the mist cleared, they held a look of impatience.
"It's 3:20. We've been having out dumb outfits described for almost an entire page of text, and we haven't even gotten to the pledge yet!"
Sugarsprite rolled her now-purple eyes, "Fine, we'll do it now," she stood up, hand over her heart, gazing up at the ceiling.
"I pledge to put fluff in my stories, and make kisses and hugs and lots of fluff happen, and in abundance, so long as it makes sense. And I will always review the fluffity fluffity fluff of other members!" she declared, the pledge filling her voice with emotion.
"Amen!" cried the other members, equally passionate.
Sugarsprite leaped over to her supply closet, which held all the Fluff Club's Official items and dragged the Official Fluff Club DVD player and plasma screen TV.
"Hey, I thought it was a plain TV!" exclaimed Amadea.
"Upgrade," said Black Pixie, informing her friend of the situation, "The crazy dictator made me go running off to get it in the middle of the night last week."
Sugarsprite ignored her conspiring fellows and placed the Official Fluff Club Movie in the Official Fluff Club DVD Player. The Midnight's Magic handed out crapfood, and they watched the first five scenes of the Fluff Club movie while giggling and sighing at all the fluffy bits.
Little did they know that they were being watched.
Codename: Carmen Sandiago was a special wombat. Not to mention her stunning good looks and awesome nickname, she was also a ninja. Yes. A wombat ninja. Her real name was Celtic, and all her wombat life had been devoted to becoming the first Wombat Ninja in the world.
Though The Wombat Pit was a great place for growing up, Carmen Sandiago had grown restless. Her friend Monigue was busy making her documentary, 'How I Got a Date With Kurama,' her friend Myrmyr was ALWAYS kissing her true love, Larry-the-Wombat, and her other friend, Ria, was training for the world championships of being an Attack Wombat.
And Codename: Carmen Sandiago was bored.
So she left the Wombat pit to learn about the Fluff Club; namely, where the hated Marians were. She had crawled on top of an Official Fluff Club Cupboard and watched.
Suddenly the newest member of the Fluff Club, Amadea, looked up. "What's that?" she asked, pointing to the glowing red eyes gazing at her from atop the cupboard.
Sugarsprite looked up. "Hiding again, Codename: Carmen Sandiago?" she climbed up onto her desk, careful not to disturb her papers or her sword, and picked the little Wombat ninja up and hugged her.
"AHH!" cried Codename: Carmen Sandiago, "Lemme go!!!"
"Sorry," said Llyra, gazing at the rebellious little marsupial in Sugarsprite's arms. "You're just too cute!!"
All the members took turns hugging the adorable little ninja. She growled.
"AWWWWWWW!" cried the Fluff Club, "SHE GROWLED! HOW CUUTE!!!!"
Carmen Sandiago almost had a fit.
After everyone had hugged her, the wombat clambered onto the floor and looked up at the Enchantress of The Stars.
"Where are the Marians kept?" she asked in her sweetest voice.
"Sorry, that's withheld information," said the Enchantress, playing with the star at the end of her weapon. "Only The Fluff Club is allowed to know, and Sugarsprite won't let anyone visit them until her plan goes as she wants."
"Damn," murmured the ninja-marsupial.
"Don't worry," said Outlaw Eris. "You'll see them soon enough."
"It's hoooooopeless!" sobbed Psycho-Depressed Marian. "We'll never get out of here!"
Mar-An was getting pissed off. She had been attacking the door to her dungeon all day, and the constant sobbing of Psycho-Depressed was seriously affecting her nerves.
A scream made Mar-An jump and Psycho-Depressed sob even harder, (if possible)
"A RAT, A RAT, A RAT!!!" cried Marian-Sue.
"I don't liiiiiike rats!" Psycho-Depressed cried, her body shaking.
Mar-an walked across the cell and picked up the 'rat'. It was an adorable little mouse.
"AHHHHHHHHHH! YOU HAVE RAT GERMS!!!" screamed Marian-Sue. "GET AWAY!"
"Shut up," said Mar-an. She picked up the mouse and walked over to the three inch long window. She let the little mouse escape onto the grass. Mar-an sighed and sat on the floor.
Whoever kidnapped her, they would pay. Pay for making her suffer through this hell.
Welcome to the second chapter of the madness!
Disclaimer #1: I do not own Robin Hood. However, I do own the different kinds of Marian. I also own the Wombat Pit. Fear me.
Disclaimer #2: If the portrayal of these Marians offends you, feel free to flame me. I mean to harm, and I collect flames, they're excellent Wombat food.
Disclaimer #3: If you wish to join The Fluff Club, E-mail me at sarah(underscore)morrison(at sign)nobles.edu [stories don't let you type symbols anymore]
Have a nice day!
Sugarsprite drummed her stubby fingernails across the keys of her laptop, wondering what to write out in her next batch of instructions to the members of The Fluff Club. She knew exactly what she wanted to say, but somehow she couldn't exactly put it into words. She checked The Official Fluff Club Digital Clock next to her desk. It read 2:57AM. She yawned.
"Sugarsprite?" a voice rang out through the dark office, startling the overtired Dictator. She looked up, hoping to see one of her enemies so she could sic the wombat pit on them, but alas, it was only Outlaw Eris and The Midnight's Magic, each holding a pillow and sleeping bag.
"Yes?" asked Sugarsprite from her desk.
"We can't sleep," said The Midnight's Magic, yawning, "We're tired but..."
The door opened again. In walked Mianne, and Llyra Monroe, also carrying Official Fluff Club Sleeping Bags and Official Fluff Cub Pillows.
"There's more?" asked the aggravated Leader of The Fluff Club. "What's wrong? Are the Wombats growling too loudly or something?"
"No," said Mianne. "Their growling always puts us to sleep. It's like a lullaby..."
The door opened and Enchantressofthestars walked in, followed by Dragonfirechick.
"Huh?" murmured Sugarsprite, really curious now. "That's everyone except..."
"Hey guys!" cried Black Pixie and Amadea as they opened the door and flung their Official Fluff Club Sleeping Bags on the floor.
Sugarsprite almost pushed the Official Fluff Club Big Red Button that-will-send-the-world-spiraling-to-its-doom-if-God-forbid-anyone-ever- pressed-it. "WILL SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?!" Cried the sleep-deprived girl.
The office fell silent except for a 'blame it on PMS' from Enchantressofthestars.
Sugarsprite rolled her eyes. "Outlaw Eris," she said, targeting the first girl to enter the room. "Will you tell me why all of a sudden everyone is in my office at three o' clock in the morning?"
"No reason really," said Outlaw Eris, flipping her red hair, "We're just excited for tomorrow, that's all."
"And we couldn't sleep," said Mianne, "So we decided to have a midnight meeting of the Fluff Club."
"Actually, it's more like a three o' clock in the morning meeting of The Fluff Club," said The Midnight's Magic matter of factly. "If it was midnight I would have all my evil powers."
All the other members of The Fluff Club all took a step back.
"Still, we wanted to meet," finished Llyra when she was a safe distance away from The Midnight's Magic. "Afterward we can eat crapfood and then go to bed."
Sugarsprite massaged her temples. "Fine, we'll meet. But you guys must be completely submissive for a whole day, and not question any of my decisions."
"Done."
"Alright then," Sugarsprite was enshrouded with a mist, reminding reviewers of the transformations anime characters go through to turn into their warrior form. Sugarsprite's jeans and amnesty international tee shirt somehow evaporated and turned into a pure white gown, with a sash across her chest reading 'Fluff Club'. She was equipped with a silver sword that shot out deadly purple rays at random intervals to unsuspecting civilians. Her blondish-brownish-reddish hair lengthened to about waist length, immediately turning silky and glossy. The oddest change of all was that her customary grumpiness disappeared, and as her transformation finished, she yelled out a cry of "Long Live Fluff!" and opened her eyes, which had changed from their typical shade of brown to a stunning purple.
"Do you always have to do that for meetings?" asked Dragonfirechick, looking annoyed.
"Yes," Sugarsprite replied. "Now the rest of you'd better transform or it won't be like a proper meeting."
The office grew very misty as the different members of the Fluff Club changed into very anime-esque outfits with cool looking weapons.
Black Pixie was the second finished, floating two feet from the ground due to her delicate black wings, her tight-fitting armor clinging to her curves, her 'Fluff Club' sash contrasting with her dark attire.
Enchantressofthestars finished next, her hair shortening and turning light pink, a long, magenta staff with a star at the end popping out of thin air and resting lightly in her hand, and she wore a very short dress with fishnet tights covering her legs.
Outlaw Eris' outfit was...interesting to say the least. Her red hair had arranged itself into a high ponytail at the top of her head, she had a bow and quiver and knee-length deerskin boots, she wore all green, looking very outlaw-ish and very pretty.
Amadea's hair turned white and her normal clothes turned into an outfit typically found in the seventeen hundreds, complete with corset and train. Her hair did not make itself into one of the hideous wigs they wore however. It merely cascaded down her back, lengthening so it reached her waist.
The Midnight's Magic's hair and eyes turned a stunning shade of midnight blue, and her tank top changed into a smooth sleeveless dress with tiny silver moons that caught the light whenever she moved. She did not wear a sash like the members before her, but the moons arranged themselves into different Fluff Club Official Slogans every five minutes.
Llyra Monroe found herself in a VERY tight fitting black top [C'mon... ALL female anime characters wear tight fitting tops!] which had "I [heart shape] fluff" written upon it. She wore low riding jeans... in fact, she would have looked almost normal if it weren't for the kitten ears emerging from her now bright red hair.
Mianne's bunny slippers turned into sexy knee length boots, and she wore a sailor suit that apparently all teenaged Japanese schoolgirls wear. Her hair turned purple and grew into two long ponytails that almost touched the floor. She was faced with an overwhelming desire to call out "Fluff" in a high-pitched voice, but decided against it, feeling it would be too annoying for her Fluff sisters to bear so early in the morning.
Dragonfirechick, the most reluctant to change, began her transformation as well. Her hair shortened, turned shades of red, orange, and purple, and grew into spikes at the top of her head. She too wore armor, but it was red with flames on it. Her normal colored eyes turned red, and as the mist cleared, they held a look of impatience.
"It's 3:20. We've been having out dumb outfits described for almost an entire page of text, and we haven't even gotten to the pledge yet!"
Sugarsprite rolled her now-purple eyes, "Fine, we'll do it now," she stood up, hand over her heart, gazing up at the ceiling.
"I pledge to put fluff in my stories, and make kisses and hugs and lots of fluff happen, and in abundance, so long as it makes sense. And I will always review the fluffity fluffity fluff of other members!" she declared, the pledge filling her voice with emotion.
"Amen!" cried the other members, equally passionate.
Sugarsprite leaped over to her supply closet, which held all the Fluff Club's Official items and dragged the Official Fluff Club DVD player and plasma screen TV.
"Hey, I thought it was a plain TV!" exclaimed Amadea.
"Upgrade," said Black Pixie, informing her friend of the situation, "The crazy dictator made me go running off to get it in the middle of the night last week."
Sugarsprite ignored her conspiring fellows and placed the Official Fluff Club Movie in the Official Fluff Club DVD Player. The Midnight's Magic handed out crapfood, and they watched the first five scenes of the Fluff Club movie while giggling and sighing at all the fluffy bits.
Little did they know that they were being watched.
Codename: Carmen Sandiago was a special wombat. Not to mention her stunning good looks and awesome nickname, she was also a ninja. Yes. A wombat ninja. Her real name was Celtic, and all her wombat life had been devoted to becoming the first Wombat Ninja in the world.
Though The Wombat Pit was a great place for growing up, Carmen Sandiago had grown restless. Her friend Monigue was busy making her documentary, 'How I Got a Date With Kurama,' her friend Myrmyr was ALWAYS kissing her true love, Larry-the-Wombat, and her other friend, Ria, was training for the world championships of being an Attack Wombat.
And Codename: Carmen Sandiago was bored.
So she left the Wombat pit to learn about the Fluff Club; namely, where the hated Marians were. She had crawled on top of an Official Fluff Club Cupboard and watched.
Suddenly the newest member of the Fluff Club, Amadea, looked up. "What's that?" she asked, pointing to the glowing red eyes gazing at her from atop the cupboard.
Sugarsprite looked up. "Hiding again, Codename: Carmen Sandiago?" she climbed up onto her desk, careful not to disturb her papers or her sword, and picked the little Wombat ninja up and hugged her.
"AHH!" cried Codename: Carmen Sandiago, "Lemme go!!!"
"Sorry," said Llyra, gazing at the rebellious little marsupial in Sugarsprite's arms. "You're just too cute!!"
All the members took turns hugging the adorable little ninja. She growled.
"AWWWWWWW!" cried the Fluff Club, "SHE GROWLED! HOW CUUTE!!!!"
Carmen Sandiago almost had a fit.
After everyone had hugged her, the wombat clambered onto the floor and looked up at the Enchantress of The Stars.
"Where are the Marians kept?" she asked in her sweetest voice.
"Sorry, that's withheld information," said the Enchantress, playing with the star at the end of her weapon. "Only The Fluff Club is allowed to know, and Sugarsprite won't let anyone visit them until her plan goes as she wants."
"Damn," murmured the ninja-marsupial.
"Don't worry," said Outlaw Eris. "You'll see them soon enough."
"It's hoooooopeless!" sobbed Psycho-Depressed Marian. "We'll never get out of here!"
Mar-An was getting pissed off. She had been attacking the door to her dungeon all day, and the constant sobbing of Psycho-Depressed was seriously affecting her nerves.
A scream made Mar-An jump and Psycho-Depressed sob even harder, (if possible)
"A RAT, A RAT, A RAT!!!" cried Marian-Sue.
"I don't liiiiiike rats!" Psycho-Depressed cried, her body shaking.
Mar-an walked across the cell and picked up the 'rat'. It was an adorable little mouse.
"AHHHHHHHHHH! YOU HAVE RAT GERMS!!!" screamed Marian-Sue. "GET AWAY!"
"Shut up," said Mar-an. She picked up the mouse and walked over to the three inch long window. She let the little mouse escape onto the grass. Mar-an sighed and sat on the floor.
Whoever kidnapped her, they would pay. Pay for making her suffer through this hell.