Welcome to the fanfiction written by Darcia Plushie and The Black Moon.
The story's title is actually the title of the e-mail Darcia Plushie first sent The Black Moon when she got the idea for a fanfiction about writing a fanfiction.
Included shall be celebrities, book characters, characters from other anime, horrible horrible character death and language. Many languages of the colourful and not-so-colourful type.
Anyhow. READ. Be happy.
-----------Prelude.
A younger-looking woman fiddled with her obi, unused to it but still rather fond of what she was wearing. She glanced to the dark corner in the otherwise well-lit room and smiled.
"I see you're here. I was starting to wonder, Blackeh!"
The woman in the corner smiled a bit, looking up from her crouching position. "Likewise," she stood slowly, still partially hidden by the shadows, "where've you been, Plushie?"
The Ylfinger grinned. "Where else but a certain man's leg?"
She then smiled and stretched up, shaking herself like a dog. "I have a proposition for you, by the way."
The eyes of the shadowed woman lit up slightly, bemused, "oh?" She came forth from the darkness a little, "really, now?"
Plushie smiled again, seeming rather pleased with her idea.
"We're going to write a fanfiction."
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