Whoohoo! Another chappie! I really like this idea for some reason, I'm just that messed up. Well, also, this requires lots of research, as in, I have to read a lot of fanfiction. It's pretty great. Anyway, I don't own anything, not even this idea, really. I saw it before, somewhere, but I don't remember where. So if this is your idea, and you want credit, tell me, and I'll give it to you. So, on to the fanfiction!
"Alanna! Thank Mithros you're back!" Numair exclaimed when Alanna walked through the doorway of his workshop. "I've spoken to these people, and they tell me that they are from a place known as fanfiction, and the only way to get them to go away is for everybody to talk to their counterparts!"
"Numair, are you serious? That's terrible!" Alanna replied, "Well, I guess I might as well go and get it over with. Here goes nothing." So Alanna went off to face her scariest opponent every, herself.
Alanna: Ok, other selves, what is going on here? Who are you all?
Grumpy Alanna: Go away! I'm hot tempered! I don't want to talk to anybody!
Convent Alanna: Hey, at least you get to have fun, you don't have to live at the convent!
Shang Alanna: I lived at the convent for awhile.
Alanna: You had to go to the convent? shudders
Convent Alanna: Yes, I did, and I absolutely hated it! At least, most of the time. Sometimes it was ok. But anyway, now I do things like sit still and sew and embroider! Yuck!
Shang Alanna: I always hated it, so I ran away and joined the Shang, and became the Shang Lioness. Rrawr!
Jon's Alanna: Yeah, well, you don't have to be queen, so don't complain about sitting still and acting like a lady! Sometimes he makes me want to leave and join the Shang!
Alanna: You married JON?
Jon's Alanna: Yes, and we were quite happy, of course, until he became the king. Now, I can't do anything I like.
Alanna: That's really bad. I'm very sorry for you.
Fluffy Alanna: Well, sometimes I'm Jon's too, but generally I'm with George. But it's all right, because it's all so nice and fluffy!
Alanna: Fluffy?
Fluffy Alanna: Our relationships don't have any substance, only fluff!
Alanna: I see…
Slutty Alanna: Yeah, but she needs one partner. I don't see why that's the case. Bring 'em on!
Alanna: No need to ask who you are, I suppose.
Slutty Alanna: Nope. I'll take 'em all on. George, Jon, other women, Faithful…
Alanna: FAITHFUL?
Slutty Alanna: Yeah, sure. Why not?
Alanna: Because Faithful is a CAT!
Slutty Alanna: So? If it's what the people want…
Alanna: This is ridiculous.
Grumpy Alanna: Everything's ridiculous.
Modern Alanna: Where are we?
Alanna: What are you supposed to be?
Modern Alanna: I live in the year 2005, in a place called the USA. Or sometimes in Europe.
Alanna: Europe?
Modern Alanna: Sometimes.
Fluffy Alanna: Don't ask her about it. You'll only give yourself a headache.
Alanna: Ok, I won't think about it.
Singing Alanna: La la la la la la! I'm SINGING in the rain!
Grumpy Alanna: It isn't raining!
Singing Alanna: I know, but I'm ALWAYS singing! It's in my name! SINGING Alanna!
Alanna: Why are you always singing?
Singing Alanna: Because it's what I always do! The authors like to think that we all know all these songs I've never heard of, and they like to have us sing them!
Alanna: Ok, this is becoming really scary. I think I've met you all, so I'm going to leave now…
And with that, she left, and went back to where Numair was standing. "Numair, this is absolute madness! But I guess we just have to get it over with. Send in the next person."
A/N: So what do you think? Should I continue? Or should I delete this because it's terrible? Reviews are greatly appreciated, as are ideas on who you think I should do. Thanks!