(This was, believe or not, inspired by reading too much Kurt Vonnegut and
my answering machine, which always says that it's "Sunday, 12 AM")
Sunday, 12 AM
By Secret7
At Sunday, 12 AM, the City of Townsville exploded. Then it reassembled itself. It was flooded, and then bashed into atoms. It transformed into the shape of a hand, then turned into a puddle of water. I control the City of Townsville. I am the Author, and I am in charge of everyone.
Later, on Sunday, 12 AM...
Blossom continued reading "the Brothers Karamazov" while Bubbles happily napped. Buttercup, however, stared at the clock. Because I choose her to, Buttercup suddenly noticed that the time wasn't changing.
"Guys, look at the clock!" Buttercup shouted, pointing.
Blossom looked up at the clock. "So?" she inquired. "It's Sunday, 12 AM. Who cares?"
"Don't you notice? It hasn't changed for the last week!" she shouted. Suddenly, they were instantly covered in Coca Cola. "Did anyone even NOTICE that?" Buttercup screamed.
"What?" asked Bubbles, who had been awake since around Sunday, 12 AM. "Oh, if you mean the Coca Cola, then it's always been here."
Buttercup hovered down the stairs, obviously pissed off. She hovered by the Professor, who was holding a new invention.
"Buttercup! Take a look at this!" he said, gesturing at the odd, shapeless goo he was holding.
"Er...what is it?" asked Buttercup.
"It's ME!" he said, pulling it out and molding it into his exact likeness easily.
Buttercup began to back away. She flew out of the door, and to school. It was 12 AM, so naturally, it was open. She walked into the door.
"Now, children, today we'll be learning..." began Ms. Keane's soothing, kind, voice.
Buttercup smiled. Even SCHOOL was better than the weirdness going on around her.
"Buttercup! Stop thinking! The whole class can hear you!" shouted Ms. Keane.
"Yeah!" yelled Mitch. "Shut up!"
"No one can hear Ms. Keane!" Bubbles said.
Buttercup stared around her. The whole class began to pull out swords and daggers, made of a blue, shining, metal.
Duranium.
Buttercup burst out of the roof of the school, and the sky was turning red. A dark laugh filled the town.
"Him?" whispered Buttercup.
"No..." said the voice.
"Damn..." Buttercup muttered.
"Watch your LANGUAGE!" screamed the voice, pushing Buttercup into a building with it's force. She slumped down in pain.
The people of Townsville began to surround Buttercup.
"I CONTROL THE STORY!!!!!!" Yelled the voice. But it wasn't me.
The people began to laugh. Enormous clocks began to surround Buttercup. All said 12 AM. Ringing. Over and over.
12 AM. 12 AM. 12 AM. 12 AM. 12 AM. 12 AM. 12 AM. 12 AM. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Buttercup cried out into the red sky Something was very, VERY wrong. And it wasn't my fault for once. When I unleashed Blaze, it was. And Ice Blossom. But for once someone else was interfering.
Everything disappeared.
"Who are you?" I asked the being.
"I am the virus in your computer."
"Then get the Hell out of here." I demanded.
"I like your stories. They're...interesting. I love even more to control them. In fact, I'm planning on warping the FlameX story, and your so-called 'masterpiece', Samurai Boomer. I love to torment these characters. To see how the react. And you DID unleash me."
"What?"
"You did. Look at the top of this page. It says by Secret7, doesn't it?"
"Yes."
"Then there you have it. You created me."
"But I can destroy you."
I quickly began to type all of my original characters and the PPG characters into the story:
"What are you doing? You can't--"
"It's my story. I can."
"Brick"
"Boomer"
"Butch"
"Blossom"
"Bubbles"
"Buttercup"
"Blaze"
"Ice Blossom"
The non-existent enemy began to smile.
"Hehehehehehehehhhhh..." He laughed, abruptly beginning to fade away.
"You can't escape!" I shouted as it reached the dark recesses of the computer.
But I knew it had. And that it would come back.
Buttercup stared at the clock. It was Sunday, 12:02 AM
She felt relieved somehow. She walked up the stairs, and the story ended.
Sunday, 12 AM
By Secret7
At Sunday, 12 AM, the City of Townsville exploded. Then it reassembled itself. It was flooded, and then bashed into atoms. It transformed into the shape of a hand, then turned into a puddle of water. I control the City of Townsville. I am the Author, and I am in charge of everyone.
Later, on Sunday, 12 AM...
Blossom continued reading "the Brothers Karamazov" while Bubbles happily napped. Buttercup, however, stared at the clock. Because I choose her to, Buttercup suddenly noticed that the time wasn't changing.
"Guys, look at the clock!" Buttercup shouted, pointing.
Blossom looked up at the clock. "So?" she inquired. "It's Sunday, 12 AM. Who cares?"
"Don't you notice? It hasn't changed for the last week!" she shouted. Suddenly, they were instantly covered in Coca Cola. "Did anyone even NOTICE that?" Buttercup screamed.
"What?" asked Bubbles, who had been awake since around Sunday, 12 AM. "Oh, if you mean the Coca Cola, then it's always been here."
Buttercup hovered down the stairs, obviously pissed off. She hovered by the Professor, who was holding a new invention.
"Buttercup! Take a look at this!" he said, gesturing at the odd, shapeless goo he was holding.
"Er...what is it?" asked Buttercup.
"It's ME!" he said, pulling it out and molding it into his exact likeness easily.
Buttercup began to back away. She flew out of the door, and to school. It was 12 AM, so naturally, it was open. She walked into the door.
"Now, children, today we'll be learning..." began Ms. Keane's soothing, kind, voice.
Buttercup smiled. Even SCHOOL was better than the weirdness going on around her.
"Buttercup! Stop thinking! The whole class can hear you!" shouted Ms. Keane.
"Yeah!" yelled Mitch. "Shut up!"
"No one can hear Ms. Keane!" Bubbles said.
Buttercup stared around her. The whole class began to pull out swords and daggers, made of a blue, shining, metal.
Duranium.
Buttercup burst out of the roof of the school, and the sky was turning red. A dark laugh filled the town.
"Him?" whispered Buttercup.
"No..." said the voice.
"Damn..." Buttercup muttered.
"Watch your LANGUAGE!" screamed the voice, pushing Buttercup into a building with it's force. She slumped down in pain.
The people of Townsville began to surround Buttercup.
"I CONTROL THE STORY!!!!!!" Yelled the voice. But it wasn't me.
The people began to laugh. Enormous clocks began to surround Buttercup. All said 12 AM. Ringing. Over and over.
12 AM. 12 AM. 12 AM. 12 AM. 12 AM. 12 AM. 12 AM. 12 AM. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Buttercup cried out into the red sky Something was very, VERY wrong. And it wasn't my fault for once. When I unleashed Blaze, it was. And Ice Blossom. But for once someone else was interfering.
Everything disappeared.
"Who are you?" I asked the being.
"I am the virus in your computer."
"Then get the Hell out of here." I demanded.
"I like your stories. They're...interesting. I love even more to control them. In fact, I'm planning on warping the FlameX story, and your so-called 'masterpiece', Samurai Boomer. I love to torment these characters. To see how the react. And you DID unleash me."
"What?"
"You did. Look at the top of this page. It says by Secret7, doesn't it?"
"Yes."
"Then there you have it. You created me."
"But I can destroy you."
I quickly began to type all of my original characters and the PPG characters into the story:
"What are you doing? You can't--"
"It's my story. I can."
"Brick"
"Boomer"
"Butch"
"Blossom"
"Bubbles"
"Buttercup"
"Blaze"
"Ice Blossom"
The non-existent enemy began to smile.
"Hehehehehehehehhhhh..." He laughed, abruptly beginning to fade away.
"You can't escape!" I shouted as it reached the dark recesses of the computer.
But I knew it had. And that it would come back.
Buttercup stared at the clock. It was Sunday, 12:02 AM
She felt relieved somehow. She walked up the stairs, and the story ended.
