Well, I took a look around, and I've found out something: this story is by far the most popular one I've written. I wonder why? Oh, one more thing. This story DOES have a connection to two of my other stories, but it's not going to develop into anything big. Anywho, thanks for the support, thanks for the reviews, I don't own Lilo and Stitch, on to the chapter! (That was pretty to the point, wasn't it? XD)
"Ahhhhhh, Lilo, Eric, come in. What is the being the going on?" Jumba said, seeing us in his doorway. Apparently, he thought something was wrong. Sure, Lilo was looking very confused. Sure, Stitch kept pointing at me and saying something to Jumba in whatever language he speaks. And sure, Marshmallow was sitting on Stitch's head for some odd reason. But to me, none of this merited concern.
"Hey, if any of us knew, you'd probably know also." I said, being my usual defensive-when-interrogated self. Unfortunately, this was the biggest tip-off.
"Okay, now I am the knowing something is being the up." Jumba said. Apparently, this wasn't his first experience with overly defensive people.
"Well, Ummmm, Jumba? He's kinda from another dimension." Lilo said, gesturing at me.
Well, five hours and a severe migraine later, Jumba was just staring at me in the same way Lilo had when I finished telling her…but it took a lot more information to convince him. "Well, that's pretty much all I know…oh, and Pleakley's first name is Wendy." That little tidbit of info was the little tidbit that completely convinced Jumba that I wasn't from around 'here'.
"Could be work of a later experiment….has a power with side effect of mixing up dimensions…" Jumba said. Now that I understood, but it was VERY surprising…after all, I was friends with another fanfic author and artist who has an OC experiment with a similar resume…
"Would the number happen to be 636?" I asked. Jumba didn't respond in the affirmative, but as he didn't respond in the negative, it was a possibility. Lilo, on the other hand, took the liberty of staring at me some more. All the while, Stitch and Marshmallow were staring at all three of us, looking at Jumba, then Lilo, then me, then back at Jumba, and so on. It was kinda creeping me out.
A little while later in my room, Marshmallow (who was determined to be a she) was sleeping on my pillow, purring softly for some reason or another. I was sitting at my desk, uploading documents to the fan fiction website, FINALLY letting everyone see my work. Of course, I expected a lot of flames (When you write a story with all the characters OOC, that tends to happen), but I wasn't too worried about them. Hey, when you're surrounded by the very characters you are writing about, you tend to not care what everyone else says is OOC and what isn't. Know what I mean? Anyways, at about 3:30 pm local time, a knock came on my bedroom door. "Tis only a visitor. Only a visitor rapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more." I said to myself. I opened the door to find Michelle and someone who looked oddly like Victoria standing there.
"So, do we hop in and start saying Nevermore or what?" Michelle asked, smirking.
"Ha ha, very funny. What's going on?" I asked, not really in the mood for smart alecs at the time. "Did your nest have a shortage of Weird Al CDs again?" I can give as good as I can get sometimes.
"Don't start with me fanartist626…I know important reviewers." Michelle said suddenly. THAT caught my attention. Big time I might add. "Anywho, I wanted to introduce you to Victoria…the local Weird Al's biggest fan."
"You mean until I got here." I said, not letting Michelle knew I knew that she knew what I knew was what she knew that I knew what she knew was that I'm a fan fiction author…if your brain hurts from trying to understand that, don't worry. My head hurt just as much before hand. And with a sweeping gesture at my DVD shelf, clearly labeled music videos of Weird Al songs, I wiped Michelle's smirk off her face. Life is good.
"What are those?" she asked, blinking.
"Those, my friend and respective guest Victoria, are music videos of EVERY Weird Al song that has a music video….and the ones I couldn't find a music video for, I made one for." I said, laughing. The look on their faces…if I had had a camera, it would have been a Kodak Moment for sure. Within minutes they were swarming the DVD player and each had a literal arm load of music videos. Like I said before…Life is good.
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