Disclaimer: I, Autumn, do not own any fandom (so far: Lord of the Rings, the Silmarillion, Harry Potter, Discworld, Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon, Inuyasha, the Matrix, and Star Trek Voyager) that is seen at any point in this fanfic. They all belong to their particular creator. Furthermore, I do not own the idea for this fanfic. That belongs to Camilla Sandman (AKA: Miss Cam), the writer of the Official Fanfiction University of Middle Earth. She also owns Mini Balrogs. The owner of Mini Aragogs is Meir Brin (writer of the Hogwarts Fanfiction Academy). The owner of the Mini Duel Monsters is Seiyaryu (writer of the Official Fanfiction University of Yugioh). The Mini Heartless are property of Aelyin (writer of Official Fanfiction University of Kingdom Hearts). The Mini Luggages belong to Huinesoron and Raven (writers of the Official Fanfiction University of Discworld). The Mini Youma belong to Lady Lunas (writer of the Official Fanfiction University of Sailor Moon). Any Minis that do not have an OFU, I have created (i.e. the Mini Sentinels for the Matrix). If an OFU is written for these fandoms, I shall fix the problem. More disclaimers will appear throughout this fanfiction.

Author's notes: I am going to try to make this as different as possible from the other OFUs. It does get difficult with the number of OFUs that there are, but I am trying. Oh, and if anyone wants to be a student, the form is in my journal (http : journals . aol . com / autumn19707 / xnemesis). Just remove the spaces in the URL. Copy and paste the form into an email or a comment.

Many Minis and Fighting Fangirls

Carrie moaned in pain as she woke up. "Why aren't I dead? I should be dead. I'm not Celothiwen, so I can't just fall from great heights and live, can I? Or maybe I really am Celothiwen! That would be so awesome! Then I really could marry my Leggie!!!" she wondered aloud.

"Actually, I highly doubt that 'your Leggie' would ever marry you. No self respecting multiverse character would, but then again, I don't know this 'Leggie' you speak of," a voice answered her thoughts from behind. Carrie flipped around, and stared at the being behind her. This person was odd. He had a cartoonish quality to him, and he wore strange clothes.

"Who's the weirdo?" she muttered in disgust.

"Hey! Don't you insult Tuxedo Mask, you...you whore!" an enraged girl screamed from her bed (that she happened to be tied down to). Tuxedo Kamen sighed and walked away.

"Calm down already!" she replied coolly, "I was just making a point."

"You were insulting my Tuxy-poo!!!"

"Um...you're weird!"

"No I'm not! You're a bitch!"

"What's your name anyway, you fah-reak?"

"It's Emilei."

"Well, that's a like stupid fake name!"

"Nuh uh! You little..."

The fight between the two fangirls echoed through the halls of the infirmary, where many of the fangirl kind were just waking up. They all blinked in confusion, and voiced their unanswered questions. Only a few had even an inkling of what was happening.

Just outside the doorway, however, several confused multiverse characters were trying to figure out just what a 'fah-reak' was. They all decided that they'd rather not know, and left the corridor in search of a few more moments of peace.

"What sort of language is 'fah-reak' a part of anyway?" a catlike man wondered.

"Who knows?" a black haired girl replied. "It doesn't matter anyway. We can understand any language they speak at this point. It's a good thing those wizards managed that."

"Will you please quiet down? This is a hospital," a tall balding man asked the two fighting fangirls. Carrie looked incredulously at him. She wanted to comment, but decided against it, for fear of insulting a fellow fangirl once more.

The man walked away, and touched a small metal triangle on his shirt. "Captain, they are ready," was all he said.

"Thank you, Doctor," a voice answered.

Carrie, Emilei, and their fellow students followed the squid like machine that had beckoned for them to follow. They could see several other groups of girls, much like themselves, following other miniature demons.

"Oooooh! Look!" one of the girls in their group exclaimed, "It's a Heartless!"

A fangirl from the Mini Heartless' group scowled, and said, "Well, you have a Sentinel, although it's a bit small."

"What is that?!" a girl following what appeared to be a large spider exclaimed. She was pointing at a small box with legs that a nearby group was following. A girl turned to her, and shrugged. "We're not sure..."

The chattering (and arguing) fangirls entered a large lecture theater, and sat down. They continued talking amongst themselves until the Minis became fed up with them, and silenced the fangirls.

"Now that you fanwriters have finally shut up, I welcome you to OFUC where you will learn the definition of an acceptable crossover. I am Autumn, the course coordinator of this school. You will be taught by them," she gestured to the assorted characters of the different fandoms, "and many others.

"There are three rules you will have to follow. Break them, and the Minis and Skloosh go after you. They are no glomping, no writing fanfiction, and no creating Mary Sues. If you see a Mary Sue, report it to the nearest staff member.

"Your timetables are in your dormitories, along with your belongings. Classes start tomorrow. Don't be late. Now go."

The fanwriters filed out of the hall, and began the tiresome search for their dormitories. From the shadows, two small people watched the fanwriters.

"I wonder why this is so difficult for them. Their names are written on the little pieces of paper on the doors," the shorter of the two wondered.

"Perhaps they are illiterate, Yugi-kun."

"That could be. We already know they can't write, Ryou-kun."

Carrie found her dormitory after an hour of searching, and another hour of being chased by a small demonic-looking monster. Another girl, who was perhaps a few years younger than her, was already there. Carrie looked at her disdainfully. "Who are you? This is my dormitory!"

"I am Nallasariel the Weeper, and your room mate," she replied without looking up.

"We have room mates?! This is like so not fair!" she whined.

"You would have a room mate if this were a normal boarding school or college."

"A point, but you have to agree, it's not fair."

"I don't have to agree."

"So, um...who's your lust object?"

"I don't have one."

"What?! You like have to have a lust object!!"

"Why? Who do you lust after anyway?"

"Legolas Greenleaf of Lord of the Rings! He's just so hott!!"

"Oh, well you have competition then. A lot of people lust after him. And it's Thranduilion, not Greenleaf."

"Who cares?"

"Just go to sleep."

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