Karaoke…of Death!

Chapter Twelve: The Daughters' Finale (Finally)

Song Source: I feel we should all thank melmel w for the recommendation of Since U Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson for the final song. If not for her, this would have been an atrocious Spice Girls parody.

AN: Well, it's been one hell (heh) of a ride, but it's time I finally draw this fic to a close. Thank you to all the readers, and triple thank yous to all the reviewers. Especially those who requested songs for this fic!

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It had officially been the longest karaoke night in all existence, and the cast of DOTM were finding themselves getting very, very sick of washed up top-40 parodies.

Michael sat in the corner, fidgeting anxiously. Derek rose an eyebrow and sat next to him, "What's wrong with you?" He asked innocently enough.

Michael looked at him slowly, his hair flipping elegantly and Derek had to resist a girlish swoon, "It's just…" He sighed, his role of gorgeous, melodramatic youth filled perfectly, "I'm afraid." He whispered.

"Afraid?" Derek asked, confused.

"I can feel it… I can sense its presence coming closer…." Michael stated, his eyes staring off into the distance.

Derek paled, "The Atrox?"

"No, something worse." Michael said, gripping his one-hundred-percent-cotton-muscle-fit-baby-blue-that- enhances-his-eyes tee shirt with his fist.

Derek paled even paler, "Worse?" He yelped.

Michael nodded, "I know it's going to happen."

"What is?" Derek's voice had gotten eerily quiet.

"The boy band parody." Michael said gravely.

Derek's jaw dropped, "God help us all."

As if on cue, because it was, Nym strolled out onto the stage, "Ladies and Gentlemen and Lambert-"

"Hey!" Came, well duh.

"We have for you a special treat, right now we're going to get all the boyfriends singing a wonderful rendition of-"

But she was cut off, as suddenly Chris stood up, "No! Dammit, no!" He protested.

Nym's eyebrows shot up, "Excuse me?" She demanded.

Chris faltered a little bit at the supreme will of the author, but he was determined goshdarnedit, "I said no! Dammit, no!" He repeated.

She rolled her eyes, "I know what you said, I typed it. What I mean is, why are you protesting my omniscient powers and dictatorship?"

Chris crossed his arms in front of his chest, "I don't wanna do karaoke no mores!" He pouted.

"Me neither!" Chirped Derek, still remembering the cornrows from chapter six.

"I'm tired of this drab setting," Stanton agreed, "I want to go back to being hunky teen eye candy!"

"This karaoke nonsense is having terrible effects on my mental stability!" Michael put in.

Everyone in the room slowly turned and looked at him.

"But Michael, why? You haven't sung anything." Vanessa asked her hubby.

Michael sighed, "Maybe not, but I've had to listen to your retching long enough. I mean, darn it, I'm the one in the series with a band, yet no one asks me to sing anything! And all the songs tonight were terrible."

Vanessa's nostrils flared, and Michael was smart enough to determine that she was entering her 'danger zone'.

"Um, except yours gumdrop!" He covered quickly, "I, uh, love Clay Aiken!"

Nym was tapping her foot in impatience, "What everyone seems to be forgetting, is that I'm the one writing this fic, therefore, none of you have any authority whatsoever, so what I say goes! And I say that all the boys are going to be doing a Backstreet Boys parody goddamnit!"

There was a silence.

"Huddle!" Called out Maggie, and everyone quickly gathered around her in a huddle-like formation, and started speaking in hushed whispers.

"I don't want to do karaoke anymore!" Karyl complained.

"No one does," Agreed Cassandra.

"But what can we do, as long as she keeps writing this fic, we're all submissive to her oppressive will!" Veto argued.

"O! O! Let me throw her in my pit of snakes!" Lambert squealed, "Please! She made me sing an Evanescence song! She deserves to be doused in heavy amounts of venom!"

Stanton laughed, "Actually, that was quite entertaining…."

"Um, if no one has any objections, I have an idea," Serena stated.

Everyone leaned in.

"Ok, here's what we'll do," She spoke softly, "She has control over us while this fanfiction keeps going, correct?"

There was a collective nod.

"But what if we choose to simply end the fic?" Serena stated.

"I'm not following you," Collin said, some drool coming out of the corner of his mouth.

"I get it!" Jimena said excitedly, "We can overpower the author!"

Serena nodded.

"But how do we do that?" Catty asked.

Serena grinned evilly, "We give the readers a sensible conclusion."

"What would that be?" pondered Tymmie.

"A Daughters of the Moon finale!" Tianna supplied, catching the drift.

"Yet how do we overpower Nym?" Morgan queried.

Maggie rubbed her hands together and started to cackle, "Oh, the answer to that one is easy."

"Penelope…" Hector warned.

"ATTACK!" Maggie shrilled, breaking the huddle and running straight towards an unsuspecting fanfiction author.

Nym, who had not been paying attention to the not-so-secret discussion in the corner for convenient reasons, looked at the charging elderly lady in confusion, "Maggie, what are you-?" she asked before she was pile-drived into the rather hard floor. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING! I GAVE NO FORESHADOWING FOR THIS MOMENT!" She cried in disbelief as the cast of DOTM effectively dog piled on top of her.

A Few Moments Later…

Now that Nym was effectively secured to the mini-bar with copious amounts of duct tape in a variety of colors, and her internet connection severed, the cast and readers could finally conduct the long belated Karaoke of Death! Finale.

The five Daughters of the Moon made their way to the stage, and Catty took the microphone, "Now that we have overthrown the author-"

"You won't get away with this!" Nym called from her sticky, indestructible prison, "I'll get my keyboard back!"

Tianna rolled her eyes, "Nym, really, you're just going to have to wait for Book Thirteen like everyone else!"

Nym pouted, "But I already used up my Barnes and Noble giftcards!"

Catty cleared her throat, "And since we're all very tired of singing parodies, we will be doing our final song for the night."

Serena took the microphone, "It's called But This Fic is Done, and it's going to be dedicated to Nym in hopes that she won't write a sequel."

"Hey-!" Nym started to protest, but was silenced when Tymmie duct-taped her mouth shut.

"Alright, let's get going!" Vanessa cried.

The lights all flickered off, soon replaced by five solitary spotlights on each of the five leading ladies.

Jimena: Here's the thing

This fic's at an end,

It was cool, but now it's just stupid

Thank God, this fic is done.

Vanessa: Writing all this, must have took time

Even still, most lines didn't rhyme

Thank God, this fic is done.

Tianna: And all you'd ever have us play

Is some parody of a tune

That's all we ever go to play

Serena But this fic is done!

So we can leave from this dive,

We're so going home, hell yeah.

Yes it's true, there's no need to restart

Since this fic is done.

Catty: How can I put it, I hate this song

I'm sick and tired of you writing on,

So thank God, this fic is done.

Jimena: How come we never got a say

On what we wanted to do?

But now we made you pay,

Vanessa: So this fic is done!

So we can leave from this dive,

We're so going home, hell yeah!

Yes it's true, there's no need to restart

Since this fic is done.

Tianna: You had your fun, quit your fit

Stop the lights , you're out of your mind

Serena: Stop the Karaoke, we just can't take it!

It's the same storyline again and again and again!

There was a dramatic paused, as the group fell silent. Nym took this opportunity to try and free herself from the silver substance of death, but alas, it was to no avail.

Catty: Now this fic is done! (Thank God it's done)

Now we can leave from this dive

We're so going home, hell yeah!

Jimena: This ending's overdue (way overdue)

So we get, we get to get out

And now we can finally leave from this dive

Vanessa: I'm so going home, hell yeah!

This was overdue (way overdue)

So I get (I get)

Tianna: You all should hope, (You should hope)

That the author

Can't get out!

Serena: So this fic will be done.

Catty: I think it's done.

All: Now this fic is done.

The music ended and there was much celebrating going on. The five girls onstage looked quickly at each other, and then jumped off the stage and ran as quickly as they could to the nearest exit. Everyone soon followed after them, everyone except one.

"You won't get away with this!" Nym cried out to the characters' retreating backsides, "I'll be back! You can't silence this obnoxious mouth forever! I'll write a Sons of the Dark one next! You just wait! This isn't the last of me!" She paused, "When I get out of this, you'll all be doing boyband parodies in matching jumpsuits! Pink matching jumpsuits!"

But her protests/threats were unheeded, as the lights went out, and soon she was left in the dark.

"Never again," She muttered bitterly, "Karaoke fics are the stupid."