(to the tune of moves like jagger)

sooooooooo many things to say

HeartWarmLucy accepted GtaTemp guy! Here's the story:

Me:...
GT: Who are you?
ME: Who are you
GT: Who are you?
ME: WH, WHO IS THIS KID WHAT'S HE GONNA DO?
GT:...
ME:...Pardon me are you Aaron Burr Sir,
GT:Who are you, No, WAAAAIIIIT did you just quote from that trashy musical Lex Hamlet or something? GrossSSSSSSSSSsSSSSssSS!
ME: Never EVER insult MUSICALS
GT:Psssssssshhhhhhhhhhh
ME: Now since you insult musicals the musicals will insult YOU!
GT: What the hecks a musical
(Something Rotten)A Musical:*Sings*
GT:Oh THE TORTURE!
ME:I'm just getting started*Shows whole thing of Wicked, Tuck Everlasting, Dear Even Hansen, Les Miserables, The Phantom of the Opera**It takes ten days*
GT:*Rolls eyes* I still don't like Musicals its been ten days.
ME: ONE LAST MUSICAL*Makes watch Hamilton*
GT:And...?
Me: I you will forever have this scar now.
GT: What scar you havn't even touched me?
Me: ONE WEEK LATER
GT:*humms to Helpless from Hamilton* NOOOOOOO IT'S GONNA BE STUCK IN MY HEAD NOW! ... Also I STILL don't like musicals

ME: TSK, TSK, TSK. You'll never be satisfied.(Blasts satisfied in GT's ears and mails back to IStillHopeForSophex in a small box with wrapping of Sophex on it[#IalsokindashipSophex])

Thank you HeartWarmLucy!

Me: Welcome back! How are you?

GT: They were the most insane one you've sent me too.

Me: I'm sure they will be very touched when they hear that.

GT:(hums Helpless from hamilton)

Me: What the Iggy are you doing?

GT: Don't ask.

Me: You were gone for 10 days, what did she do to you?

GT: MY NAME IS ALEXANDER HAMILTON THERE'S A MILLION THINGS I HAVEN'T DONE JUST YOU WAIT JUST YOU WAIT.

Me: Yay! Another psychopath! Want to go to the asylum? The vampires need to suck out at least a quarter of your blood before you're officially an inmate.

GT: I'll pass.

Me: Your loss. I have a surprise for you!

GT: My freedom?

Me: ha ha ha NO. Your own original adventure! The adventures of Gtatemp guy and the KOLTC crew: The quest for the magical Mcguffin.

GT: Do I get to make out with Sophie?

Me: Okay, your punishment has now increased drastically. That's even worse than soforkle(shudders).

GT: Darn. How about Biana? Or Linh?

Me: Do you have a death wish? I will make you put your lips for 5 hours on Iggy's-

GT: Hold up.

Me: Fine. But I will only even consider shipping you with someone if people comment in your support. Oh, and I need to do this (throws custard burst at GT).

GT: What the- (He is suddenly engulfed in a giant pile of custard bursts)

Me: Mythicalis4real is right. This was a good idea.

GT: Another psychopath?

Me: A fan.

GT: That's even worse

I have ideas!

Lots of them!

So I'm starting a poll!

Vote in it!

Yay!

(Edit: I accidentally left the poll closed. It's open now. Sorry)

Also, the sheet music for evil authors rule is available at is . gd/EvilAuthorsRule (remove the space)

So, just to remind everyone, GT isn't going to stop bothering me until he sees if you guys support- I can't say it- fine, GTphie or (shudders) GTiana or GTinh. Show him if he deserves to have a ship by commenting about it!

Also, GT is up for grabs! If you want him, comment or Pm me. (Preferably comment) Previous tormentors may choose to torment again if they wish. Yeet!

Now, on with story!

Oh, that's right. Comments.

Mythicalis4real: Don't tell the others, but you're slowly becoming my favorite commenter! Oh, wait, this is public! Disregard that! I love you all! But seriously, your support inspired me to get off my beanbag chair and write this thing. Show me that you are a true fan and respond to my question. (You're still a true fan anyways) The psionipath! Oh, the psionipath. Yeah, he's big. Overanalyze this chapter and you might find some very vague clues about him. I will write forever!

A very obsessed fangirl: Okay, I think we're even. Thank you for still reading my work! By any chance do you know the sokeefe fans who keep mailing me death threats?

Human: I agree! I'm glad you like my work

(Note: somehow onionisthebest96 posted a comment, and it didn't show up, so here it is!)

From: onionsthebest96 (Guest)
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onionsthebest96:Woah! Lol, Dexy's got a crush-y! *starts singing*
Anyways, :) great writing! You DEFINITELY have the potential to become a writer of your own original books if you want to. If you decide to, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me, because I would totally check them out. Silveny's kids are out of control XD. Huh, what will Fitz say. Hope he'll get a therapist for his anger issues (do elves have therapists, I wonder?).

Response: You and Mythicalis4real are my dream fans. YOU NOTICED EVERYTHING I WANTED PEOPLE TO NOTICE BUT THEY NEVER DID! You guys will be given a free e-copy of my science fiction novel when I finally write it. I think elves do have therapists. It's a talent. They're called "Psychopaths".

(note: I just looked back at the joke I made, and it's actually better than I expected. It's copyrighted now.)

(Edit: Their comment DID show up, I was just lazy. So sue me.)

Has ANYONE decoded the code on my profile page yet? I made it VERY obvious. Seriously, if someone makes you an complex ARG related to your fandom with tidbits of information and mystery, you should at least try to decode it. If anyone has, comment about it.

Iggy eats Pancakes.

Now, for real, on with the story!

Four

Sophie's mind raced. There was no way the Neverseen could have known about it. They had literally had to ask them for the information. But what if it was a ruse?

Or it could be a coincidence.

Yes, a coincidence! Now get back to focusing on boys.

You are truly insufferable.

I'm flattered.

Sophie mentally reminded herself to visit Lord Cassius later. She was going to go insane if kept hearing her heart and mind argue.

A freshly cleaned Iggy jumped at the door, eager to play in the pile of gorgodon poop outside, which would always inevitably lead to another bath, because that stuff was foul.

Sophie sighed and tiredly let Iggy out, then went into the kitchen, to see how much of the mallowmelt had survived the triplets siege.

As Sophie was scraping the mallowmelt off the pan, she thought about what had happened some more.

There were so many things to wonder about the incident that had just happened. Who was this new, anonymous, powerful psionipath? How did Gethen know where to find Glimmer? How did they get past the Black Swan's defenses?

Sophie spotted Iggy having a grand time in the gorgodon poop outside. For some reason, the new orange fruit that they had been giving it had given it diarrhea, which led to Iggy treating it like a swimming pool.

As usual, her heart steered her back towards boys.

Sooooo... You going to make out with someone soon or what?

What is wrong with you?

I can explain what's wrong with you quite easily. Who do you like?

Hmmmm... You promise you won't tease me?

Scout's honor.

You're not a scout.

Touché.

Fine... Dex.

You see?

Not at all.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

Sophie rubbed her eyes and tried to join in on the conversation.

How can I hear you?

Her heart and mind stubbornly remained silent.

Sophie was tired of this. She was calling Lord Cassius now.

Sophie hailed Lord Cassius on her imparter.

"Ah, if it isn't the young Ms. Foster. What can I do for you?"

"This may sound strange, but you wrote about this, so I think you can help. I keep hearing my-"

"Heart and mind argue, I guessed as much. It's a rare side effect to telepaths when someone close to them is hurt or dies. The sudden wave of strong emotion temporarily allows your telepathy to expand empathically and to hear your emotions think, as well as others. So tell me Sophie, how close to my son were you?"

Sophie was blushing furiously. "We were just friends, nothing more. We weren't, um..."

Sophie didn't think she could be any redder.

Smooth moves, Romeo.

For once, I agree with this imbecile.

"You said temporarily, right?" said a desperate Sophie. "So it'll go away?"

"Yes, but not for a good while."

"Okay, thank you."

Sophie hung up the imparter and groaned. It looked like she would be stuck with this for a while.

We don't mind.

Not at all.

Why do you like Dex?

He's smart, funny, kind, loving, and has super cute dimples.

All valid points. But it will never happen.

Sophie agreed with her heart on that one.

After tripping on Grady's infamous "boy-bat", Sophie went outside to the pastures to clear her mind.

She looked up at the sky and realized that it was almost sunset. Then tomorrow she would-

Tomorrow.

She had completely forgotten about Fitz's note. What was she going to wear? Biana had given her some suggestions on her way out, but she would need to look over them.

Quite superficial of you to think about boys at a time like this.

But you're the one who made her think about them!

Who, me?

Yes you, you insufferable vascular organ.

Well, you're an idiotic lump of gray matter, with the consistency of cottage cheese.

Oh yeah? Well you're-

"SHUT UP!" Sophie yelled.

A panicked Grady and Sandor came running towards her.

"What's the matter?" panted an exhausted Grady.

Sophie took one look at them and passed out.

Sophie woke up to a glowing ball of green light circling her.

"Hi, Elwin." she mumbled.

Elwin's friendly face broke into a smile.

"Hello, Sophie. It seems that you're trying to break Mr. Sencen's record, or you just like this office."

Sophie looked over to Keefe, who was sleeping in a cot right next to hers. He appeared to be fast asleep, and was drooling.

Do you see his abs?

Stop it.

Maybe you could get Elwin to move you into the same cot.

Is it possible to get a restraining order on a heart?

Sadly, no. Same with the brain.

Oh, it is on.

Sophie shook her head.

"How's Keefe doing?" Sophie asked, already knowing the answer.

Elwin shrugged. "The same. The only progress we've made is when Tam sent the shadowflux in, and it's too risky to try that again."

"So what happened to me?"

"Well, to be honest, I have no idea. You simply just passed out, possibly from today's strain. Other than that, your vitals are perfectly fine. You're free to go."

Sophie got up and yawned.

"It's late, you probably want to go to bed." Elwin advised. "Get a good night's sleep. It'll help."

Sophie got up, navigated around Keefe's drool puddle, and-

"Elwin, why is Keefe drooling so much?"

By now the drool was covering a good amount of the floor.

"I don't know, most likely because his control went with his mind."

"Okay, good night."

"Good night."

Sophie treaded through the goo to the desk where her crystal was, and leaped away to Havenfield.

A very worried Grady, Edaline, and Sandor were waiting for her again when she got back.

"Are you okay?" they all shouted at once.

Sophie laughed. "I'm fine, guys."

Grady whispered under his breath to Sandor. "Double surveillance for the next ten nights." Sandor nodded.

Sophie trudged up to her room, her heart and mind worn down, she laid on her bed and slept.

But just before she went to bed, she heard someone send a single telepathic message.

Caravel.