Earlier that same day, before Nnoitra left for Hueco Mundo:

Nelliel sighed as she sat down in her throne. It was so good to be Queen…

Now, if only she had something more to read. Or do.

Sure the library was full of books, but most of them were Szayel's; so they had to go. Which is why she was enjoying a nice bonfire along with People Magazine and Charlotte and Findorr eating 'Super-Big-Sexy-S'mores'.

"How is it down there?!" Nelliel called to the two Fracciones whom she made into knights just minutes ago. Her brother, Pesche and Donnchikka were her second in command of course.

"It's super-hot." Charlotte said over the roar of the fire. "What is going on with you, my lady?"

"I'm bored!" Nelliel replied, still rather upset she couldn't find Nnoitra's sword or Szayel's for that matter. "I really need something new to read!"

Findorr glanced out of the new panel windows of the throne room which had not been there the last time he was in Los Noches. "It's rather dark, but don't you want to just wait for Nnoitra to come?"

Nelliel rolled her eyes. "No. Findorr. It's Heuco Mundo. It is always dark outside! Now, one of you go get me a new magazine as this wait is killing me."

Charlotte and Findorr sighed. Ever since they helped Nelliel with her plan that was originally their plan, they had been doing nothing but work for her."Fine." Findor said, setting down his roasting stick. "What do you want to read?"

"Something… not gossip."

Something not…Okay, I got it." Findorr walked past Charlotte to the wall of silver duct tape hanging in mid-air. "If I can get through the fourth wall, anyhow." He pulled back the duct tape to reveal a large hole that was ever growing due to the fact that people kept breaking the fragile piece of their world.

Findorr turned back to Nelliel and half bowed. "I'll be back soon. If not, then count me dead, will you?'

"Sure." Nelliel hardly cared, she just wanted something to read as if she read anymore about this rich family or that, she was going scream. "Bye."

Findorr twitched a smile and nearly walked through the hole that lead into my room.

Wait.

What?

I looked up and sighed. "Hi. You found me."

"I surely did." Findorr said, walking over to my desk to see what I was doing since I stopped typing on my computer. "What is up? And who are you?"

"Not much." I said back, fixing a bit of purple hair behind my ear. "Just your panicking author here."

"Wh…why?" The Arrancar stammered.

"It's a long story that would really spoil all of the rest of your adventures." I said, hoping he wouldn't pry too much as I didn't want to tell him what might happen. "Now, Findorr, what do you need?"

"A magazine." Came the reply.

"A magazine?!" I laughed, pausing to rub the fresh bruise on my head from a few hours ago. "Here." I picked up the stupid Skymall Magazine and handed it to the character. "Take it. And please, don't throw thing in the fourth wall! We are not a trash bin or megaphone. I woke up in the middle of the night to all of you screaming PSAs at me."

Findorr gave me a shocked look. "Um… Sorry?"

"Don't be sorry! Now, go give Nelliel that magazine and tell her she's a Nazi."

"Ah…what?"

"A Nazi." I grouched loudly. "They were a supremacist group that lived outside the fourth wall in the 1930's that burned books they didn't like. But thankfully, they don't really exist anymore."

"Uh… Okay." Findorr rolled up the magazine and headed over to the large doorway hole. "I will? And how do you say…oh, never mind. I'll just tell her that you don't like her burning books."

I nodded and Findorr went back through the wall and into the throne room where he found Charlotte trying to put ten marshmallows on one stick.

"What are you doing that for?" The Crab asked as he walked past towards the throne.

"I'm just super curious!" Charlotte replied, half ignoring him.

"And did you get my magazine?"

Findorr took a step forwards and appeared next to Nelliel's throne. "Yes, I have your magazine and…" Should I tell her I met our author? Maybe I shouldn't as she doesn't really have any magic powers to protect herself if Nelliel attacked and demanded she change the story. "I hope you enjoy."

"Thank you." Nelliel sat back in her throne and began to scan through the pages which were illuminated now by the moonlight coming in through the new panel windows behind the throne. "And oh… look, Findorr, they have a massage chair for $9999, strange socks and-"

Findorr watched Nelliel's eyes go wide.

"Underwear you put your wallet in?! What kind of…" She flipped through a few more pages. "A garden hose. They have a garden hose for sale in here with socks and underwear! This stupid mall is going away now." She chucked it over her shoulder and it crashed through the window behind her and disappeared into the night.

"It wanted to fly anyhow." Nelliel said, slouching in her throne. "Now, someone bring me a marshmallow."