DISCLAIMER: I do not own Animorphs. Okay, serious, big no duh. Because if I was K.A. Applegate, I would probably be writing these ideas in books and not on a fanfic website. I don't even know why we have to put these. Do we have to do them every chapter or just at the beginning of the story? Somebody please tell me!...
Okay. Review Corner Time again!
Mortathar: Don't feel bad. We're all obsessed with something. And hey, Alloran is pretty sexy, I mean come on, he's muscular, nice responsible older guy, and all sad and you just want to bundle him up in your arms and...
Ahem. Anyways. Don't feel bad. We're all a little obsessive about something.
Cartoonqueen: Birdie looks stunned, and tears begin to moisten her eyes as she is handed Retina-Burningly-Cute Chibi Ax, and Talking Ax, (squeals EEEE!), begins to cry tears of acceptance and joy when she is handed Classic Mertie, and Chibi Mertie, and flat out sobs when she gets Drunk Vissy wissy, and Ballet Vissy wissy, and nearly has massive cardiac arrest when Carnie Anthropodmorphic Animal Suit Vissy wissy is plopped lovingly into her already full of Andalite plushies, arms!
Sobs.
And then she belts out the most totally cliche line in all of history.
"YOU LOVE ME! YOU REALLY, REALLY LOVE ME!"
Hugs Cartoonqueen and kisses her on both cheeks mwa! mwa! and sits back down, carrying her fanfic plushie awards with her.
SPEAKING OF AWARDS...
It's now time to tell the winner of the Anda-smiley contest!
Drum roll please!
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
And the winner who will have any chapter from any of my stories dedicated to them is...
TOBY HAMEE!
Cymbal is hit. Psh!
Cheesy music plays. Toby Hamee comes up and accepts golden award in the shape of an Andalite body with a huge smiley face head.
I'm sorry, but hers really, really looked like an actual Andalite!
MERSANG gets second place, 'cause she did a whole entire Andalite, so even if she broke like, one rule of the contest, it's an awesome little Andalite, I mean, COME ON! LOOK AT THE LITTLE GUY (OR GAL)! IT'S ADORABLE!
Special credit to WRAITHLORD42 for trying several times. Also special credit to Tartan, and Anonymous-cat.
Oh crap! You guys just all tell me which chappies in which stories are your faves and I'll dedicate 'em to you!
Congrats to the winners and those who tried. I start giggling whenever I look at any of them so...
Mertil
When they left, taking Gonrod in his morph with them, I was glad.
I did not say anything to Gonrod about his stupidity for a specific reason.
It was the way he kept looking at me. In disgust. He was, of course, briefed on me, and what had happened to Gafinalan and I, but I could tell he had no respect for me, right from the start. He kept looking at my tail stump in disgust.
Right now it was bandaged because of the wheel. It still ached, but the Illsipar root was working excellently.
Marco, who had taken it upon himself to be my friend, had asked me about it. I had merely said that it had itched, and I had scratched the wound, and it had begun to bleed.
I noticed a particular nose-wrinkling of disgust from Aximili, while the humans looked concerned, and Cassie gasped and began to look it over. I smiled and told her it was alright and that Gafinalan had taken care of it, and I hope I did not hurt her feelings by the way I moved away afterwards.
Aximili's disgust was bad enough, but Gonrod- as an adult- really should have known better than to show his feelings about me with his face the way he did, especially in front of Gafinalan!
I felt like asking him what he thought he was staring at, but I did not feel like getting any smart comments today.
I couldn't help thinking about the battle last night; how many had died.
He had discussed the possibility of two being alive; Prince Ylairn and Princess Kaetila.
He had said the bridge had been attacked first.
Princess? Had been my initial thought.
I hadn't heard of a Princess before. She must have done something great to be in the military...
Or unspeakable...
I hoped for both of them that they were alive.
He had also mentioned the three arisths at the dome. I wondered if the dome was still intact, and where it had landed. If it landed, it must have landed in the ocean. Something that big landing on land would have been noticed by the human populace. I could only hope they hadn't drowned...
Aximili had survived, surely they could.
I felt kind of envious of Gonrod. I would have liked to have gone with the Animorphs to find the survivors. In a way, I missed the fight.
But I was glad to be there for Gafinalan.
Besides, they were going on a mission this afternoon; to attack a Yeerk base somewhere in the mountains. It didn't seem like it was going to be very well either, especially considering Prince Jake's weary, worried look.
Gafinalan
I was just enjoying myself in the greenhouse, after they left, when the doorbell rang.
Muttering, I stomped through the passageway to the back door, into the kitchen, past Mertil enjoying some Dr. Pepper in a bowl on the floor, by putting his hoof into it and drinking from it, and into the living room.
What on Earth does he want now? Gonrod will NOT stay in this house! It certainly better not be that! I will not have some moron (and Mertil began to chuckle here) staying in this house; some inconceivably idiotic fool, who runs in no particular direction for an hour before actually stopping and planning and... I kept muttering as I morphed to human.
Ding dong! The door bell rang again. Mertil peeked with an eyestalk through the peep hole I had installed.
"Mertil!" I whispered fiercely. "Get away from there! Go into the private quarters!"
He jumped back instantly. Sorry, Gafinalan. He said, his head lowered. Then he said. It's that female human from next door!
I turned. "WHAT?! What on Earth does SHE want?! Oh! Hurry up and go to the concealed room!"
He hurried to our private, concealed room- recently rebuilt after the Animorphs had demolished it.
I hurried to the bedroom. I quickly went through the drawers, and pulled out a shirt and a pair of jeans. I got into them, and ran to the front door. I didn't have on any shoes, and my human hair was a mess, but oh well. I'd get rid of her quickly enough.
I opened the door.
"HI!" She squealed.
I stared. She stared at me, my hair, my clothes. Then she smiled again. This time it looked a bit forced.
"I ah, hope I didn't disturb you?"
I stared. "Oh! Ah, no...no...you..." I sighed. "Didn't. Just...working on my greenhouse..."
"So." She said. "I ah, was just coming to visit you, and I...got you...this..." She held forward something.
A plate of cookies.
They smelled very, very good.
She's baiting me, Mertil. I said privately, in thoughtspeak. She obviously wants to come inside...
What is she baiting you with?! He sounded worried.
Cookies.
Oh. He seemed nervous, but rather relieved. I had explained about different human foods to him, and what they tasted like since I had taken the liberty of using my human morph for experimentation on certain times. (For science, Mertil and I often joked.) He must have thought she was holding a Dracon beam to my head. Well...take them!
"Don't you...don't you like them?" She asked, cautiously.
I had been staring at the plate of cookies while I was talking to Mertil.
"They're uh...very nice..." I took them, rather jerkily.
Should I invite her inside?! I said, panicking.
Why not? Mertil replied. I'm hidden. She won't see me. And she obviously just wants to talk about something. He chuckled. Maybe she's attracted to your human morph!
Oh shut up! I said.
She was looking worriedly at me now.
"Uh...would you uh...AHEM." She jumped a little as I tried to clear the gooey human throat. "Would you like to, you inside?"
Her face lit up like a Shredder on high power.
"SURE!" She said, and giggled a little, as if embarrassed at her own enthusiasm. "I would...LOVE, to come in."
I stepped to the side, allowing her to squeeze by. She giggled happily as she stepped.
"Oh! Oh my...this is..." She laughed a little, nervously. "This is very, very nice." She turned to me.
"Do you clean this all by yourself?" She said, looking at me with wide, surprised, curious eyes.
Dark eyes that sparkled rather attractively...
Yes. Mertil teased in my head. He certainly does...