Hey everyone, Cpegasus here. Some of you may remember that I used to have a very long, very boring mary-sue fic. This is my attempt to redeem my name. Please review, constructive criticism appreciated. Flames used to roast your OC's boyfriend/girlfriend, so be careful.
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"Please, Mr. Crawford, We have to do something for publicity. You haven't done anything since the tournament."
"So put out another new set of cards, I have plenty ready," Pegasus Crawford replied crossly. He sat in a meeting with his advertising and publicity people, getting pummeled by ideas for something, anything he could do to re-form his public image.
"We've been releasing new cards, it's not doing anything."
"I like the contest idea, myself," said one of the younger executives.
"Well I don't like the idea of some little kid living at my castle. That can't look very good, anyway." Pegasus sulked a little in his seat, laying his head down on his arms, folded on the table.
"No, I think it will be fine. We'll have to include a promise for the child's safety, whoever he may be. Perhaps a parent could go, too." A senior executive chimed in now. Others all around the table nodded their agreement.
"But-"
"Sir, it would increase sales of our newer packs, as well. For every few packs bought—should we say five?" the others nodded to the speaker. "For every five packs bought, the customer gets a chance to win. A week at Duelist Kingdom is a fabulous prize!"
"But I-"
"I know I'd want it," the younger one said. Others all through the room began to chatter excitedly.
"And I just have to put up with whoever ends up winning?" Pegasus asked.
"It's only for a week, surely you can live with that, sir."
Pegasus sighed and stood up. "Fine, I can see I'm outnumbered. We'll go through with the contest. But let's just get it over with as soon as we can."
"It's May 13th today. We'll give the rest of May and all of June for entries to come in. The prize will be given in August."
"Fine." Still a bit sulky, Pegasus walked out of the room.
'They're right, of course,' he thought. 'Only a week...what harm could it do, really?'
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"Megan, did you hear? Industrial Illusions has a new contest!" 16-year-old Megan Hillborough turned around quickly, sending her long black hair flying around her head. She stared excitedly at her father, dropping her schoolbag at the door.
"What is it? What's the prize?"
"Right to the point, aren't you?" Her father chuckled, handing her the newspaper he was reading. "Don't get to distracted, you don't want to miss your school bus."
"Right, right," Megan said distractedly, taking the paper eagerly. She read aloud:
"NEW PUBLICITY STUNT BY INDUSTRIAL ILLUSIONS
Pegasus Crawford, creator of the popular Duel Monsters card game, announced the other day that he would be holding a contest as a publicity stunt. "The winner of the contest will spend a week here at Duelist Kingdom, along with the winner's parent or guardian, should they so desire," Crawford said. "Five wrappers from packs of Duel Monsters cards constitute an entry—just send them to us, along with your name, address and e-mail and you'll be eligible for the drawing." The drawing itself will take place on July 20th, and the winner will stay at Duelist Kingdom the week of August 15-21. The address is-"
Megan broke off reading. "Daddy, can I enter? Please? Please daddy, please please please daddy?"
Her father was laughing again. "Of course, sweetheart. Of course. And I'll tell you what, I'll go with you if you win."
"Daddy, no!" Megan cried. "You can't come!"
"I'm not leaving my precious little girl alone with a strange man for a week," he replied.
"Well come meet him and then leave!" she insisted.
"We'll talk about this later, dear, but-"Whatever he was about to say caught in his throat as Megan's bus drove past the open door. Both of them stood there for a minute, then Megan smiled and rubbed the back of her neck.
"Daddy, could you give me a ride to school?"
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July 21st. Megan floated through that day, having just received word of the winner of the contest. Better yet, her father had agreed to stay only the first night with her, leaving six days alone with Pegasus Crawford. She'd barely gotten the news of her win when she was on the phone celebrating with her best friend, Stephanie.
"Steph, can you believe it!? I'm gonna spend a whole week with him!"
"Megan, honey, don't get too excited," Stephanie's voice came over the phone. "Don't expect too much."
"Aw, come on Steph. We're totally made for each other. I just know it. You were there, remember? The first time I saw him, when he was here to promote Duel Monsters a couple of years ago."
"I remember. You were convinced that he smiled at you and wouldn't stop talking about it for months. How could I forget?"
"Stop being so negative, Steph," Megan pleaded, picking up the sarcasm in her friend's tone. "I love him. I know I do! And we'll be alone together for a whole week!" She smiled dreamily and hugged a stuffed bear to her chest.
"Like I said, don't get to excited. He's 25, honey."
"I know how old he is, thanks," Megan said with mock seriousness. "Just you wait," she added, resuming her normal, bouncy voice, "He's gonna fall madly in love with me the same way I did with him and we'll live happily ever after in his castle!"
"Don't get your hopes up..." Megan hung up the phone.
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'INDUSTRIAL ILLISIONS CONTEST OVER!
The recent publicity stunt by Industrial Illusions ended yesterday, with the drawing of the winner. Megan Hillborough, 16 of Brooklyn, NY, was picked as the winner, to spend a week at Duelist Kingdom with Pegasus Crawford the week of August 15. "I'm really excited," She said when questioned. "I just love Pegasus, and I can't wait to meet him!"
Pegasus put down his paper and sighed. Of all the people to enter, A teenage girl had to win. Of course. A week with this girl...
"What does she mean, she 'just loves me'?" he muttered. "Stupid girl. She doesn't know a thing about love..." With a glance at his favorite painting, he threw the paper into the wastebasket and left the room.