Once again, I apologize for the lack of updates. I just can't seem to find my 'fanfic-writing' mind frame. It's very sad.
Factoid: This is my longest running fanfiction ever. The previous longest run fanfic of mine was only seven chapters and took me all of two weeks to write. I just want you to know, though, I haven't forgotten you and all of your wonderful reviews. I would like to remind everyone that I love reviews. I need them to live. Please review, as it's all I have left in life…
Besides my writing, my family, my friends, my school, my extra-curricular activities, and my precious television shows. Aside from THOSE things I have nothing but reviews.
IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE: I know that when you're not reading my fanfics you must be BORED out of your minds! SO! Here's what you can do: Go won't regret it! (and if you do, you're obviously crazy)
-Hizzy
"Well, isn't this just GREAT!" Jean dug around in her backpack angrily, "We're lost, don't have a map, and I can't even find my cell phone!"
"We could use my cell phone…" Scott offered as he pulled out the aforementioned cell phone.
Jean looked skeptically at the phone, "But your weekend minutes haven't started yet. Do you have any idea how much it would COST!?"
"That's true," Scott said and tucked the phone away, "Maybe we should find the others. Kurt could just 'port us back to the car or something."
She didn't look up from her backpack, which she was still rummaging through, "They're in those bushes over there."
Nearby, a bush quivered and said, "Crap! She's on to us!"
"If you'd, like, stop saying, 'Hey! Jean doesn't even suspect a thing!' all the time she wouldn't have heard us!" a second bush grumbled angrily to the first.
A third bush piped up, "If you'd stop saying, 'like' all the time we'd all think you were smart." With that the three bushes began arguing with each other for a while. The first bush was trying to convince Jean that they were just normal talking bushes while the other two bushes had somehow gotten into a disagreement about who was the better bush.
"-Of course, if there were pretty little pink bushes that talked like idiots, than I think you'd be perfect," said bush number three.
The second bush fumed silently, then retorted, "Well I don't see any gothic bushes around, do you?"
"I've seen plenty."
"Like when?"
"Like the one… uh… Shut up, Kitty!"
The first bush started up again, "That bush didn't MEAN to say 'Kitty.' Nope, it meant to say, 'other bush'… Because we're bushes. Not people. Bushes. Regular bushes."
"Shut up, Kurt!" yelled the second bush.
"I'm not Kurt," the first bush said quickly, "Bushes don't have names. You're obviously one of those crazy bushes."
"Rogue, Kitty, and Kurt!" Jean ordered, "Front and center!" The three bushes paused.
After a moment, Kurt popped up from inside the first bush, "Way to blow our cover, guys!"
Rogue pulled herself out of the third bush, "This whole idea was stupid, anyway."
"Well, I didn't hear you coming up with any better ideas," Kurt pouted.
"Guys, break it up!" Scott came between the three, then paused and looked around, "Where's Evan?"
Kurt looked to Rogue, Rogue looked to Kitty, Kitty looked to Kurt, Kurt looked to Kitty, Kitty looked to Rogue, Rogue looked to Kurt, then they all looked to Scott and shrugged. Scott let out an exasperated sigh. They couldn't leave without Evan so now they had to spend even more time looking for him. He'd rather be at home watching his favorite soap opera, All My Mutants. This is the episode where he'd finally be able to know who the father of Petunia's child was and if he really was a mutant. Personally, Scott thought that Leonardo was the father. It made perfect sense, even though Leonardo was a jerk. He told Petunia that he never wanted to see her again when all she'd ever done was dump him for his grandfather!
"That jerk! He could DIE for all I care!" Scott grumbled to himself, still thinking of how much he hated Leonardo. He stormed off into the woods to look for Evan who was making him miss the show.
The other's stared after him in shock. Kurt leaned over to Jean, "Is he mad at Evan or something?" She only shrugged and began to follow after Scott.
Meanwhile, Evan was still searching for the outhouse. All he'd manage to find was a gas station but the bathroom looked a little unsanitary so he'd passed it up.
Up ahead, he saw a sign with a buzzing neon lettering on it that read: 'Maximoff Motel.' Evan stared at a moment, knowing that he should recognize the name, but he didn't. Instead, he realized that if it was a motel it would have bathrooms and that interested him more than the name.
Of course, once he entered he came upon the LAST person he expected to see at the Maximoff Motel… Pietro Maximoff!
Pietro emerged from the back room and stared at Evan in shock, "What are you doing here Dan-" Then he paused and looked nervously out the window at a creepy mansion overlooking the motel. Then he turned back and said calmly, "May I help you, sir?"
Evan scowled at him, "What are you talking about, Pietro!?"
He stared blankly at Evan, "I don't know this 'Pietro' you speak of. You must be thinking of someone else. My name is… uh… Pietro."
"Oh…" Evan said confusedly, "Okay, than. I just need to use the bathroom."
"Only paying guests can use the bathroom," Pietro huffed.
Evan shifted his weight from foot-to-foot in the manner of a person who really has to use the bathroom and contemplated this. He really had to go, and he also really didn't want to spend the night in some dilapidated cabin with five other people. It was a win-win situation, once he thought about it. Finally decided, he fished out all the money he had and put it on the counter in front of Pietro, "Is this enough to get a room?"
Pietro looked skeptically at the money, "Three pennies and a button. Usually a room costs twenty dollars." He paused as Evan stared blankly back at him, "But in your case I guess I can make an exception."
"Yes!" Evan said excitedly and grabbed the key from Pietro's hand. He ran out the door in his 'I-really-have-to-use-the-bathroom' fashion. Pietro stared after him silently, then glanced out the window at his house on the hill side. He saw the silhouette of a person through one of the house's windows.
Kitty, Kurt, and Rogue had all decided to find the cabin and wait there for Scott, Jean, and Evan. They had forgotten that they hadn't been able to find the cabin in the first place but that seemed like only a minor detail.
It was frustrating enough to be wandering around in the middle of nowhere not knowing where they were going, but to make things worse, Kurt had Evan's camera and was recording everything that was going on, refusing to turn it off for everything.
At this point I realized that this chapter is going nowhere. It was never meant to be. No matter how much I try to make myself write it I just can't. I'm very sorry. If it makes you feel better I had ideas for different horror movie parodies. See, I had started the Psycho parody with Evan and Pietro. Pietro was Norman and Wanda was going to be Mother. It would be fun. Kurt, Kitty, and Rogue would be doing the Blaire Witch parody, which probably wouldn't be as much fun. Scott and Jean would have a lot of parodies to have fun with. And the new recruits could be zombies or something. And Wolfsbane could be Cujo. Lance was going to be one of the killer-people. Except that it was only a cover up for something. I once knew what he was covering up and it was amusing, but I've since forgotten. It'd all be very great. But it was never meant to be.
I know it all sounds very lazy of me to give up like this, but just know it was either give you this much or have to rewrite the whole chapter entirely, or more likely, just keep coming back to try and finish this one but just become increasingly frustrated with it and never finish any of the chapters ever. In the future I may come back and fix this one, if I can ever find my Scott-Dream muse. Let's hope the next chapters flow a bit better.
I'll finish this chapter in the most orderly way possible.
Suddenly, everyone died. Scott awoke from his dream and screamed. He screamed and screamed and then he went and got a snack. When he got back with his sandwich he screamed some more. Then he went back to sleep.
Meanwhile, Xavier was disturbed. It seemed that the end had come just a little too abruptly. It was like some sort of person in charge of making dreams was a failure. But that was preposterous. Anyone who made dreams was brilliant and beautiful. And so Xavier decided to look at just one more dream.
Factoid: This is my longest running fanfiction ever. The previous longest run fanfic of mine was only seven chapters and took me all of two weeks to write. I just want you to know, though, I haven't forgotten you and all of your wonderful reviews. I would like to remind everyone that I love reviews. I need them to live. Please review, as it's all I have left in life…
Besides my writing, my family, my friends, my school, my extra-curricular activities, and my precious television shows. Aside from THOSE things I have nothing but reviews.
IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE: I know that when you're not reading my fanfics you must be BORED out of your minds! SO! Here's what you can do: Go won't regret it! (and if you do, you're obviously crazy)
-Hizzy
"Well, isn't this just GREAT!" Jean dug around in her backpack angrily, "We're lost, don't have a map, and I can't even find my cell phone!"
"We could use my cell phone…" Scott offered as he pulled out the aforementioned cell phone.
Jean looked skeptically at the phone, "But your weekend minutes haven't started yet. Do you have any idea how much it would COST!?"
"That's true," Scott said and tucked the phone away, "Maybe we should find the others. Kurt could just 'port us back to the car or something."
She didn't look up from her backpack, which she was still rummaging through, "They're in those bushes over there."
Nearby, a bush quivered and said, "Crap! She's on to us!"
"If you'd, like, stop saying, 'Hey! Jean doesn't even suspect a thing!' all the time she wouldn't have heard us!" a second bush grumbled angrily to the first.
A third bush piped up, "If you'd stop saying, 'like' all the time we'd all think you were smart." With that the three bushes began arguing with each other for a while. The first bush was trying to convince Jean that they were just normal talking bushes while the other two bushes had somehow gotten into a disagreement about who was the better bush.
"-Of course, if there were pretty little pink bushes that talked like idiots, than I think you'd be perfect," said bush number three.
The second bush fumed silently, then retorted, "Well I don't see any gothic bushes around, do you?"
"I've seen plenty."
"Like when?"
"Like the one… uh… Shut up, Kitty!"
The first bush started up again, "That bush didn't MEAN to say 'Kitty.' Nope, it meant to say, 'other bush'… Because we're bushes. Not people. Bushes. Regular bushes."
"Shut up, Kurt!" yelled the second bush.
"I'm not Kurt," the first bush said quickly, "Bushes don't have names. You're obviously one of those crazy bushes."
"Rogue, Kitty, and Kurt!" Jean ordered, "Front and center!" The three bushes paused.
After a moment, Kurt popped up from inside the first bush, "Way to blow our cover, guys!"
Rogue pulled herself out of the third bush, "This whole idea was stupid, anyway."
"Well, I didn't hear you coming up with any better ideas," Kurt pouted.
"Guys, break it up!" Scott came between the three, then paused and looked around, "Where's Evan?"
Kurt looked to Rogue, Rogue looked to Kitty, Kitty looked to Kurt, Kurt looked to Kitty, Kitty looked to Rogue, Rogue looked to Kurt, then they all looked to Scott and shrugged. Scott let out an exasperated sigh. They couldn't leave without Evan so now they had to spend even more time looking for him. He'd rather be at home watching his favorite soap opera, All My Mutants. This is the episode where he'd finally be able to know who the father of Petunia's child was and if he really was a mutant. Personally, Scott thought that Leonardo was the father. It made perfect sense, even though Leonardo was a jerk. He told Petunia that he never wanted to see her again when all she'd ever done was dump him for his grandfather!
"That jerk! He could DIE for all I care!" Scott grumbled to himself, still thinking of how much he hated Leonardo. He stormed off into the woods to look for Evan who was making him miss the show.
The other's stared after him in shock. Kurt leaned over to Jean, "Is he mad at Evan or something?" She only shrugged and began to follow after Scott.
Meanwhile, Evan was still searching for the outhouse. All he'd manage to find was a gas station but the bathroom looked a little unsanitary so he'd passed it up.
Up ahead, he saw a sign with a buzzing neon lettering on it that read: 'Maximoff Motel.' Evan stared at a moment, knowing that he should recognize the name, but he didn't. Instead, he realized that if it was a motel it would have bathrooms and that interested him more than the name.
Of course, once he entered he came upon the LAST person he expected to see at the Maximoff Motel… Pietro Maximoff!
Pietro emerged from the back room and stared at Evan in shock, "What are you doing here Dan-" Then he paused and looked nervously out the window at a creepy mansion overlooking the motel. Then he turned back and said calmly, "May I help you, sir?"
Evan scowled at him, "What are you talking about, Pietro!?"
He stared blankly at Evan, "I don't know this 'Pietro' you speak of. You must be thinking of someone else. My name is… uh… Pietro."
"Oh…" Evan said confusedly, "Okay, than. I just need to use the bathroom."
"Only paying guests can use the bathroom," Pietro huffed.
Evan shifted his weight from foot-to-foot in the manner of a person who really has to use the bathroom and contemplated this. He really had to go, and he also really didn't want to spend the night in some dilapidated cabin with five other people. It was a win-win situation, once he thought about it. Finally decided, he fished out all the money he had and put it on the counter in front of Pietro, "Is this enough to get a room?"
Pietro looked skeptically at the money, "Three pennies and a button. Usually a room costs twenty dollars." He paused as Evan stared blankly back at him, "But in your case I guess I can make an exception."
"Yes!" Evan said excitedly and grabbed the key from Pietro's hand. He ran out the door in his 'I-really-have-to-use-the-bathroom' fashion. Pietro stared after him silently, then glanced out the window at his house on the hill side. He saw the silhouette of a person through one of the house's windows.
Kitty, Kurt, and Rogue had all decided to find the cabin and wait there for Scott, Jean, and Evan. They had forgotten that they hadn't been able to find the cabin in the first place but that seemed like only a minor detail.
It was frustrating enough to be wandering around in the middle of nowhere not knowing where they were going, but to make things worse, Kurt had Evan's camera and was recording everything that was going on, refusing to turn it off for everything.
At this point I realized that this chapter is going nowhere. It was never meant to be. No matter how much I try to make myself write it I just can't. I'm very sorry. If it makes you feel better I had ideas for different horror movie parodies. See, I had started the Psycho parody with Evan and Pietro. Pietro was Norman and Wanda was going to be Mother. It would be fun. Kurt, Kitty, and Rogue would be doing the Blaire Witch parody, which probably wouldn't be as much fun. Scott and Jean would have a lot of parodies to have fun with. And the new recruits could be zombies or something. And Wolfsbane could be Cujo. Lance was going to be one of the killer-people. Except that it was only a cover up for something. I once knew what he was covering up and it was amusing, but I've since forgotten. It'd all be very great. But it was never meant to be.
I know it all sounds very lazy of me to give up like this, but just know it was either give you this much or have to rewrite the whole chapter entirely, or more likely, just keep coming back to try and finish this one but just become increasingly frustrated with it and never finish any of the chapters ever. In the future I may come back and fix this one, if I can ever find my Scott-Dream muse. Let's hope the next chapters flow a bit better.
I'll finish this chapter in the most orderly way possible.
Suddenly, everyone died. Scott awoke from his dream and screamed. He screamed and screamed and then he went and got a snack. When he got back with his sandwich he screamed some more. Then he went back to sleep.
Meanwhile, Xavier was disturbed. It seemed that the end had come just a little too abruptly. It was like some sort of person in charge of making dreams was a failure. But that was preposterous. Anyone who made dreams was brilliant and beautiful. And so Xavier decided to look at just one more dream.