The sound of the alarm woke me as I fumbled for my glasses. The room went from completely blurry to clear in seconds. I pulled myself from the bed, used the bathroom and went down stairs for breakfast. My parents weren't home, and wouldn't be for the few hours. They had gone out for the day, just the two of them, which meant that the house was quiet, say for the screams of my two cats, Tia and Tati. "Yes, I hear you!" I called, opening the door and checking their food.

I stayed in my pajamas for a few hours, watching TV mindlessly, until the door bell rang. I walked out and peaked out the door. There was a group of five teens and a bird standing outside. I unlocked the door, slightly curious. "Can I help you?" I questioned, poking my head out.

"Yes. Um, are you traycon3?" One of the guys inquired.

I frowned, confused. "Yes, I am. How did you…" I stopped. Fishey-me sometimes calls me that at school, so I guess someone could have overheard us.

"Listen, this may sound crazy, but we're the Animorphs." The same guy stated.

I stared at him and cracked up. "Yeah, right. And I'm Spock from Star Trek."

"Ax," the guy looked at one of the other guys. The other guy started to turn blue as I heard the crunching of bones. It was enough to convince me. I stood, open mouthed, resisting the urge to reach out and poke him, if only to prove to myself that this wasn't an awesome dream. The phone rang, startling me out of my daze.

"Um, come in!" I shouted, running for the phone. "Hello?" I could almost hear Fishey-me flinching as I answered, my tone usually about five decimals louder than everyone else's had reached up to about seven.

"What's wrong, you're all out of breath." She commented, as usual.

"Just ran up the stairs." I lied, panting. "Listen, this is a really bad time, can I call you back?"

"Sure. See you then?"

"Yep." I hung up the phone and turned on the Animorphs, who had somehow all managed to fit into my hallway. "Erm, want to go upstairs and we can talk?"

The True Story

Disclaimer:

--Author Time--

I typed on the page. Turning to Jake, I inquired, "What do you think?"

"I think it looks stupid. I mean, what moron would read this crap?" Rachel stated.

"Fine, I'll fix it. Any suggestions?" I retorted.

"How about, Marco's Magnificent Adventures." Guess who said that one. Rachel promptly smacked him upside the head.

"Listen, we're not going to get very far with ya'll fighting." I interjected.

(How about "Animorphs: The Truth"?) Tobias suggested, after looking at my collection of Animorphs books.

"Can everyone agree with that one?" I questioned.

(I will follow my Prince.) Ax stated, simply.

"I think it's cool." Marco added.

"I think it's a wonderful title." Cassie commented.

"I'm game." Jake responded.

"Let's do it!" Guess again.

"Ok then. Let's try this again." I re-typed the name:

Animorphs: The Truth

Disclaimer: I don't really own the Animorphs, but they're standing in my computer room. And Marco says it's messy.

--Author Time--

"It's not that bad…" I commented, looking at the room that was, in fact, a complete mess. It was a wonder that all of them could fit. "Anyway, who's going to start me off?"

Marco grinned, "I will. Let's see…"

--Story Time--

Chapter 1

As told by Marco

"Ram the blade ship." Those were the last words Cassie read aloud to us as we sat, surveying the book store intently. The tale of the last couple books was completely wrong. Obviously after we had to stop our letters to Katherine Applegate, she was forced to create her own ending, which had appeared months before we had accomplished anything. We had lost many people in the battle, but most of us had survived. Toby and the other Hork-Bajir were a great help, but the long battle had left the Hork-Bajir Valley in ruins and their number was depleted by at least a third. Now Toby and the others were slowly trying to rebuild it, while feeding off the nearby trees. Ms. Applegate's story was interesting, but still wrong. Though, I wish I were the Marco in the book, who became a movie star and everything. That would be so cool. We all smiled as our friend, Caldera Octavius came back around. She was a nice girl and was trying to help us take a break after our hard victory. She had recently shown us a site on the web where she would talk with her friend shemmi on some boards and traycon3 on others. They were pretty good friends and we found out from Caldera that this girl wrote fan fictions. She showed us the site and some of the stuff that traycon3 wrote, apparently by herself. She looked like a decent enough author, and she, insisting we call her t3, invited us to role play with her.

After a few tries, we found neopets and managed to create an account. We role played until she said she had to go, which was fine. Rachel and Ax were having a fight over whether or not t3 was right about Rachel making herself sound "out of character".

--Author Time--

"Well, she did sound a bit O-O-C." I commented. "I mean, even if it is you, Rachel, it's kind of hard to keep your-self I-C. I've tried before and ended up asking F-M a ton of questions."

--Story Time--

So anyway, after she left, Jake convinced Ax and Rachel to quit fighting and to search for this traycon3 person. After an hour of searching as Jake and I watched some of the old Star Trek that was on for once, we found out generally where she lived.

--Author Time--

(Marco, did we not "track down" her friend Fishey-Me before we located her?) Ax questioned.

"I think Ax is right." Jake added.

"You tracked down F-M first? Sweat drop." I commented, drawing a large sweat drop on the back of my head. "Um, my computer is dying and F-M wanted to have me over anyway, so, yeah…can we finish this another time?"

"Sure," Jake responded. "Come on, guys. We really should head out."

"Listen, call me or nm me, ok?" I called, handing Tobias a slip of paper I had written my number on. "See ya!" I opened the window and let the ensemble of birds out of my house. Grinning, I watched them fly off into the horizon and called FisheyMe back. "Hey, F-M, I have a plot bunny…"