AN: Holy (censored). Has it really been so long since I updated? I'm sorry! I've been really busy. Barely even time to sit down. This chapter is EXTREMELY short, and I'm sorry about that, but I can't help it.

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Emily + Fangirls + Sue are mine. YGO is not mine. There we go. I even have it set out in math.

Poor Mary Sue: Chapter Six

The scene shifted again. Now they were back at the broken-down, rambling old house they had started in.

AN: OMG! Flamerz, jsut go awaaaaayyyyy! Ur all so meen! rosalina's NOT a sue! Notnotnot!

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Emily sighs. "They haven't stopped."

"Damn. And here I was all hopeful."

"You're never hopeful. You're always saying we're going to die in here."

"We are."

"I love it when people prove my point for me."

"I'll just choose to pretend I didn't hear that. You'll notice they haven't found the spellcheck either…"

"They don't know what it IS. On the bright side, there are still some intelligent people in this world."

"How do you get that?"

"She's talking about flamers. As in, plural. As in, people are telling them that Rosalina's a moron."

"Ah. I see."

Emily scrolled down, skipping most of the chapter.

So bakura wuz abot 2 tel her. Ten he stoped and said "no, nevr mind…dosnt realy mater…"

Tehn sudenly, the dor opned, and evrythn went dark...

"Well, they almost learned to spell 'really'." Emily pointed out.

"'Almost' does nothing for me." said Bakura.

"It's better than nothing..."

"If you say so."

"You never listen to what I say. Why are you starting now?"

"I'm not."

To Be Continued…

AN: What I find really scary is that the fangirl writing is getting easier for me every time and my part is getting harder and harder to do. I think I may need to take a short vacation from this story to work on my other ones and the stuff I've promised to, like, a million people.

I know, the space between this chapter and the last one should have been enough, but I was working on it. I swear the next chapter of this will be up by Remembrance Day, at least. My brother is authorized to beat me with a baseball bat if I forget.