'Wait a minute! I know you! You're Shrekster! We've got a bone ta pick with you!' Random leapt toward Shrekster and ,because this is her story and she can mostly do what she likes, pinned her to the deck.

'Hey! What'd I do?'

'You killed my OC's' Small purple fanfic author jumped forward to attack Shrekster. Random held her back but in doing so let go of Shrekster, who darted away to hide in a corner.

'Please come outta there! I put my stash of congratulatory cookies in there!' Random began to cry as she imagined the fate of her poor cookies. What would her readers do now? She was doomed!

'There, there.' A disembodied voice from near the ceiling tried to concole the poor, doomed author. 'At least you saved Enterprise from floating in space and several OC's will survive because of you.'

'Who are you?'

'I'm the narrator!'

'There's a narrator?'

'Of course. Who'd you think did all the written bits between your dialogue?'

'Oh.'

'Yeah. So anyway, why are we all still here? The Enterprise is on the move again. OC's have been saved. Don't you have coursework to do?'

'Oh my GOD! The narrator is my mother! Run for your lives!' Random lost her head completely and sat in a corner gibbering. She then realised she'd sat on what was left of her cookies and fell slowly into madness. Feeling sorry for her, Shrekster and thesmall purple fanfic author gave up their writting and cared for her in the 'Home for Insane Fanfiction Authors' on Betelguse. All OC's were safe from Shrekster's sabotageand for X-mas Trip recieved an email entitled: The Idiot's Guide to Bump Starting a Spaceship.

They never had engine trouble again.

THE END


A/N: Wow! You made it to the end! I would give you a cookie but Shrekster sat on them. If you want to visit me in the Home for Insane fanfiction Authors then I'm in room no. 26 on the 2nd floor. Thank you and goodnight!