Author's Note: Don't forget to pick up milk and bread from the store.
Author's Real Note: Ok technically this chapter violates some of the rules of and of good writing, but it's all for the sake of one really bad joke so bear with the next chapter will actually continue the story.
Previously on Buffy the Cliché Slayer...
Buffy: Who are you, and what do you want?
Steve-0: I am your writer, and I've been sent here to send you into different fanfic genres.
Amy: Hey! Why wasn't I in the prologue with all the other Buffy Allies? I played a huge role in season 6! I got Willow addicted to magic, and I use to be a rat!
Everyone gets sucked into the 8-ball (except Angel, he was too fat.)
Willow: Where are we?
Giles: We must be inside the Magic 8-ball.
Xander: Hey, the magic 8-ball looks a lot like the Magic Box. Hey look a bookshelf.
Anya: Yeah and these books have different titles of fanfic genres.
Spike: I bet if we open the books we'll find a way out of here.
Everyone gets sucked into a different book
(Boy this fic certainly does suck)
Ritchie: Don't do it Fonz there's no way you'll be able to jump over the Buffy bus with your motorcycle!
Fonz: EY!
And now the exciting continuation of...
Buffy the Cliché Slayer
Right after...
Chapter 2
"Hush 2: An intermission"
Steve-0 and Angel sit across from each other at the table staring at the crystal ball that recently had revealed itself as a Wal-Mart lawn ornament……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Silence...
SO YOU WANT TO PLAY CARDS OR SOMETHING?
"No." Angel said darkly……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
I'VE GOT TRIVIAL PURSUIT...
"Go away."………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
LOOK WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO STAY HERE IN THE MAGIC BOX TILL THE END OF THE FANFIC, SO WE CAN EITHER MAKE THE BEST OF IT OR WE CAN SIT HERE AND STARE AT THE LAWN ORNAMENT IN SILENCE. THE CHOICE IS ALL YOURS FATTY.
Silence...
To Be Continued