A/N: Demyx belongs to Square-Enix and Disney, so does Kingdom Hearts, the girl in the story is sporker!me, and neither Squeenix, Disney, me or Demyx lay claim to the fanwit's idea of the old lady. It's all Sly Sakura Cooper's and no one wants to steal it!

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"Okay, I've seen weird things, but this is Fanfic Fuckyland-worthy. So come again, there's a what in my mouth!?"

"It's some sort of crackfic written in script style..."

"...I have no words. Really, I don't! That has got to be the most boring and what-the-hell fic I've ever seen! And you know the weird fics Management finds, right?"

The brown-haired girl nodded like mad while Demyx stared at the single page in disbelief. He tapped on it with the back of his free hand, shaking his head.

"It doesn't even take a full page! I've heard of drabbles, but this is the worst I've ever seen! Come on, do your thing so I can right it up! I don't want an old lady who doesn't know grammar exists living in my mouth because an O-O-C idiot can't take her out!"

The girl saluted and a plothole opened. The Nocturne hurried through it and stumbled in the Proof of Existance, almost tripping over his own feet in his hurry to clean that new mess up. Finally he came to a stop, a hand on his hip and the other resting at his side. Blue eyes blinked beore he raised a blond eyebrow, staring at the other him who was vainly trying to chew the old lady, apparently. The other cast him a pitiful look and whined, hands raising in the air and waving, as if to say "what are you waiting for? Help me!"

"Uh..."

He blinked before shrugging. That one didn't look so bad, all that was wrong with it was the old lady and the fact he was doing a T.V. show. Not that he could understand why a Nobody would care about it or even what that thing was. He walked over to the other and stared at the mouth.

"Say 'aaaaaah', you! We're getting the old lady out of my--er, your mouth."

The other complied, and thus the old lady was revealed. The sitar player made a blank face and reached in, tugging on a tiny arm to take out the old lady. Once she was removed, the other Demyx made a face and shook his head, before talking and trying to be heard over the tiny old lady's screeches.

"Thank you, I'm in your debt."

Demyx nodded to acknowledge his OOC twin, before he flung the tiny old lady through the portal into the Addled Impasse. The Dusks would take care of her. He walked back to the plothole, but before stepping in he looked over his shoulder and adressed the other.

"Tell your creator to get out of the fandom or buy herself a brain before writing stories, okay, man? The lady was just absurd!"

He got out of there, muttering about bad crackfics and old ladies.

The moral to this story is to make an effort to write funny crackfics or to GET OUT OF MY FANDOM!

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Flame me if you want, they have the same result as real flames on Demyx. Crackfics should make people snicker, not go Fxck le whut now? One person enjoying is a bad sign!