Chapter eight! Author's block, writer's block, whatever you call it.
"Well, now that we're only down to me, GIR, Osaka, and Ritsu, who's gonna get booted off next?" questioned Asuka.
"I guess that's for the author to decide," replied Ritsu, eating a banana.
"But right now the writer has a writer's block!" Osaka informed, pointing to Mizu, who was curled up in a ball next to a mossy boulder. Ever since the last chapter, Mizu ideas were scared out of her head, thanks to the threat of getting a shot.
"What if we made the rest of the story on our own?" queried Ritsu, a light bulb appearing over his head.
"The rules of fanfiction won't let us do that," sighed Asuka.
"Taco," muttered GIR randomly. There was a noise of several objects hurtling towards earth at a high velocity.
"Oh no! Meteors!" Asuka screamed.
"They're not meteors! They're writer's blocks!" shouted Osaka.
"What's the difference!" the red head shot back, hiding under a bush. Then, a "writer's block" hit the nearby ground. It was nothing more than a metallic cube. One landed near Ritsu, who was in a hollow tree trunk, and sent sand flying everywhere.
"When will they stop?" Asuka yelled.
"When the writer, Mizu, comes up with something for this story!" was the reply from Osaka. Asuka nodded her head.
"Hey, Mizu, think of bananas!"
"I've already used those in my story!" Mizu yelled, still curled up in a ball.
"How about reality shows?"
"Overused!"
"A video game!"
"Already done!"
"Oompa Loompas!"
"NOOOOOO!NOT THE OOMPA LOOMPAS!" cried Mizu.
"Oompa Loompas with mustaches!"
"NOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Mustachioed Oompa Loompas with machine guns!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Mizu ran out of breath and passed out. The sky stopped raining writer's blocks.
"Well, I guess its safe to come out of hiding now," said Ritsu, stepping out from the hollowed out tree. Asuka crawled out from under the bush she used as temporary refuge. GIR stood where he was, chanting "taco" over and over again.
"So, now that that's over with, now what do we do?" questioned Asuka.
"I don't know," Osaka said.
Ritsu pointed out at a dark form over the horizon and said, "Hey, you two, look!" Osaka and Asuka turned their attention to what Ritsu was pointing at.
"They can't be!" gasped Ritsu, "They're assault ships!"
"What do you mean by that?" interrogated Osaka.
"The battle of Normandy, D-Day!" replied Ritsu, "They're the ships used to unload soldiers for a marinal assault!"
"And what's so bad about that?" questioned Asuka, curling her red locks with her finger.
"You said to Mizu something about mustachioed Oompla Loompas with machine guns, didn't you?"
"Yeah. So?"
"The Oompa Loompas probably think we're their enemy! They're going to storm the beach and kill us!"
"I don't wanna be killed by an Oompa Loompa!" Osaka cried like a junior high school girl. Then, she stopped her act, and exclaimed, "Asuka! Your EVA! Your EVA can kill em!"
Asuka hung her head. "My EVA is in Paris for matinence."
"We can run and hide!"
"It's no use. They will find us eventually. Hopefully they'll take us as prisoner."
"But we must let Anime Survivor continue! We can't just end it without someone winning!" Osaka stated, her hands on her hips, "Think about all the fans we'll be letting down! We can't let that happen!"
"Osaka's right! Plus, we have GIR! He can use his laser eye beams!"
"Taco," said GIR unintelligently.
"Or not," exhaled Ritsu.
"I have an idea," said Motoko Kusangi, appearing out of nowhere. Motoko was a purple-haired femme fatale with the body of a cybernetic goddess. She was from Section Nine, a special police agency in Tokyo that dealt with cases such as these.
"Hey, you're that chcik from Ghost in the Shell!" exclaimed Osaka.
"Yes, but that's not the point. If you want to live, we'll have to have someone jack into Mizu's nervous system," said Major Kusanagi, "Who's up for it?"
"I'll go!" exclaimed Osaka happily. Next, Major Kusanagi attached a green wire to Osaka's head, and then to Mizu's head. She hit a button on a weird device, and Osaka slumped to the ground.
"Uh, is she supposed to do that?" Asuka queried. Major nodded in reply. Now all that stood between the continuation of this fiction was Osaka, and what went on inside of Mizu's head.