Author's Note: Here is a chapter. Mysterious Forces of Making Authors do Author's Notes for no Apparent Reason (MFMAANAR), are you done with me no-

Moon: WAIT!

Me: What?

Moon: OldWesternVille doesn't exist!

Me: But I want this chapter to be like one of those old western movies!

Moon: Then let's do it in Phoenix, Arizona.

Me: ?Why?

Jerboa: Don't ask. Just do.

Me: Fine.

The girl slipped through a final patch of buildings. She mustered the energy to take a few more steps, knowing she had nearly reached her destination. After a few short minutes of walking, she saw it. It stretched far, from the northern mountains and beyond to the edge of the world, and the same to the south. What's that you say, the earth is round? Well, in this situation, it isn't. The wall glowed emerald with blue streaks in the dying sunlight. It was chipped and punctured all around, and it leaned like it was about to fall over.

"The fourth wall." the girl mused. Suddenly, she burst into tears.

"What have I done? WHAT HAVE I DONE?" the girl cried. She fled, her face caked in tears.

…

Anemone wasn't trying to upset the balance of the universe. She just wanted to rule the world and live forever and marry Darkstalker. Was that too much to ask for? The problem was, she had no idea how to do it. So she was just googling world domination when she accidentally deleted what she had typed and typed in Fanfiction. Then, she accidentally pressed Wings of Fire, Tui T. Sutherland.

"Hmm. That didn't seem like a realistic accident." Anemone muttered.

"STOP DOUBTING US OR WE WILL REMOVE YOU FROM THIS STORY!" five hundred mysterious disembodied voices boomed. Anemone jerked back in shock, accidentally clicking on a Fanfiction titled WoF in America.

"Again, that didn't seem like a realistic acc- I mean, THREE MOONS! WHY ARE THERE FANFICTIONS OF US?" Anemone shouted. Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling noise, and then a ghastly sound of something falling over and breaking into a million pieces, and a tall girl with blonde hair and blue eyes ran into the hotel room (Anemone was staying at the Drury Inn).

"The fourth wall has fallen! Run for your life!" she screamed.

"Wait. Who are you? What's the fourth wall? Who are those weird voices coming from?" Anemone asked.

"I'm Mapleshade1018, the author of this story. The fourth wall is the wall that separates fictional characters from knowing that they're fictional! And those weird voices are the MFMAANAR!" Mapleshade1018 explained. Anemone gave her a confused look.

"If you're the author, how are you here right now? And why am I not shocked that I am fictional?" Anemone wondered.

"The MFMAANAR have taken over the computer that I was typing this on! They're evil and nefarious and- ATESHDFGJGRWQDFJMHVHFJYCJTYYFKUFUBBBBYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEE!" Mapleshade1018 yelled before vanishing into thick air. What? Not all air is thin. #NoMoreAirStereotypes. Anemone accidentally did thirty-seven flips.

"WILL YOU STOP MAKING ME HAVE UNREALISTIC ACCIDEN- WHEEEEEEE{IECJGCXYRJSSJ%RDTCJYFKVKHVBBBBBBBBBYYYYYYYEEEE!" Anemone screeched before vanishing into medium density air.

Somewhere, five hundred voices laughed.

…

"So, are ya'll willin' to join me in this perilous quest to interrogate Darkstalker that'll probably wind up killin' us all?" Moon asked. (This is where the western movie part comes in.)

"YEAH!" everyone shouted, except for Clay, who shouted "HOT DOGS!".

"Dazzling? Could you please hang up the wanted posters?" asked Sunny. Dazzling took out a hammer and nails from somewhere that we don't want to specify and hung the wanted posters while doing the chicken dance. The rest of the dragons mounted horses and chased after a stagecoach with a huge black dragon riding in it. They put on cowboy hats. Moon put on a sheriff star. Suddenly, the road below them exploded and Jerboa flew out, having managed to enchant herself out of doing the chicken dance.

"It is I, the Masked Rodent, scourge of the Senora desert!" announced Jerboa. Two pixilated eggs appeared in her talons, one pure white, one pale blue with black spots. Darkstalker flew out of his chariot (he had transformed the stagecoach into a chariot because it looked cooler) and gasped in terror.

"How did you get those?" he asked.

"I hacked the line between fantasy and reality." Jerboa replied. "Side effects will include craziness, chaos, mass destruction, weird references to things you probably don't know about but absolutely don't belong to Mapleshade1018 and are not sponsoring her, and hot dogs."

"DID SOMEBODY SAY HOT DOGS?" Clay yelled. Hot dogs appeared around him, but as he tried to eat one it jabbed him with a sword and a lightsaber.

"The force is strong in this one." a bottle of mustard remarked. The rest of the hot dogs gathered in a circle and protested being oppressed by the carnivorous schemers.

"Now, who wants a taste of my Albatross and Arctic spawner eggs?" Jerboa offered. Without waiting for a reply she flicked her talons twenty times and twenty confused looking Albatrosses and twenty angry looking Arctics appeared.

"How dare you summon the son of Queen Diamond to this horrid place in such a manner? I will have you…have you…um…JUST GO AWAY!" all twenty Arctics shouted simultaneously. One of the Albatrosses picked up a random bracelet that was laying on the ground.

"Enchant this bracelet to let the wearer do 1d6 slashing damage to any royal SeaWing as a bonus action on their turn." he whispered.

"NOOOOOOO! YOUR SOOOOOOUUUUUUUUULLLLLL!" everybody wailed.

AAARRRGGGHHH! WE QUIT! MAPLESHADE1018, YOU AND ANEMONE CAN COME BACK AND TAKE OVER THIS COMPUTER! WE CAN'T STAND THE CHAOS ANY LONGER!

With a bang, Mapleshade1018 and Anemone appeared. Mapleshade1018

reached out and grabbed the computer out of economy-sized air.

"Stop this at once!" Mapleshade1018 ordered. Immediately the fourth wall was rebuilt, the hot dogs stopped moving, the chariot became a stagecoach which became a taxi, the bracelet became unenchanted, the Albatrosses and Arctics disappeared, and everything else went back to normal.

"Now go sit in the corner and don't come back until April the giraffe has her baby!" commanded Mapleshade1018. "And don't forget to view my other stories, viewers!"

Somewhere, five hundred voices sighed in relief.

Author's Note: Well, that was chaotic, wasn't it? Here are some cookies for those who know what all three of those references were! (::) (::) (::) (::)