Edward Elric Discovers Fanfiction!
Edward rambles like there's no other. Like after 6 page views I got a review. THANK YOU NICOOOLE! I do have a weapon on mass distraction. Wait until George Bush and John Howard see this! I'll be able to steal one of their positions when they're not looking!
Oh, and there's a good reason why I posted another chapter so soon.
AND NO THIS IS NOT A POINTLESS RAMBLE!
THERE'S STILL AND ACTUAL CHAPTER!
OPTIONAL though.
Warning: You should not read this chapter if you want to read this series as Edward's point of view!
Okay, here's the important thing: Do you guys want this to be RoyxEd?
Honestly, I don't know but this is where it's slightly going and I know I'll lose some readers and win some readers but the loss of readers makes me go: D;;;;;; (and grow even more eyes to cry with).
So you guys can pick. I just write and it flows, but right now it needs a general direction because I don't want people to keep on following this and reach a disappointing end. Hey! There's another option to this: should I just 'flow'? –cough-
Well, this fanfiction is in you hands, readers!
Repeated so you can't blame me for not telling you:
Warning: You should not read this chapter if you want to read this series as Edward's point of view!
Warning: You should not read this chapter if you want to read this series as Edward's point of view!
Warning: You should not read this chapter if you want to read this series as Edward's point of view!
OoO
It is a gathering of teenagers with various laptops and computers teetering over legal desks, all branding the same link at the Internet Explorer Address Bar.
A boy is sprawled across a touch leather green of a couch. Bunched on both sides were others with the same lazy air. Two of the six squished on held a clipboard putting pencil to paper. The others preferred typing straight away.
With a bum getting sore of the couch, Pichi Wo loosens his belt. He yawns.
"I'm tired."
"NO dammit! Keep writing!" A girl crosses her arms in front.
He doesn't flinch. "What can a little girl like you do about it?"
Sarah Lee roars and spreads her hands to pounce on the furniture. Taylor, who was next to Pichi Wo, bolts off before Sarah can say 'what the heck get back here I need to land on something else beside that skinny dude', knowing well the couch was awesomely rock hard too.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH." She continues, despite. Like Edward, she is in the For Shorter Stature Association yet her form of anger does not shape words.
"Argh, dangit!" Pichi Wo just manages to lift up his laptop and scramble behind a row of computers ten metres away. Sarah blinks with a mumble of 'crap'.
"Hey!" Another girl claps her hand. "Tut-Tut. No running!" Selina glares at Pichi Wo. He mouths 'sorry' and continues writing drabbles underneath a desk.
Selina flicks the 'for rent's in newspaper. Feeling a sense of hope, she walks up to the pulpit of even older newspapers. Expecting encouragement, announces:
"I say, we get out of this 5m x 5m room and rent a good building for us fanfiction writers to... write fanfiction in!"
Silence.
She coughs. "Ahem. HELLO?"
…
There is a good reason why she had a gun up her sleeve during these sessions. She half-pulls it ou–
"Yeah!"
"Yay…!"
"A bigger room… we need it!"
"With a toilet!" J.H. squirms.
"Yah, like srsly. A bigger room would be teh best. Buy one – kaythanks!" San-San cheers with her funky chat accent. Accentuating the air, it uplifts a newfound determination.
Nicole purses her lips cheekily. She lifts her fingers from her keyboard and rubs her hands. "Yessss! A room GREAT ENOUGH TO HOLD WEAPONS… OR WEAPON… OF MASS DISTRACTION!"
"Yeah!" Taylor shrieks, peeking over at couch victim. She twirls her brown hair in thought. "And… and, as long as the weapons don't take too much room because we can't write in this heat!"
There were groans blurting from everyone's mouths. An also Inuyasha fan shouts in the dim "yeah, it shows in our writing… a 99 rise in slashes and Elricest".
Sarah overhears and shouts. "Hey! They're good!" Had landed in a bundle on the empty couch, rubbing a new formed bruise, she sits herself up. Her hand suddenly slips between the couch's dirt hard cushions. "Huhh?" She touches a writing utensil and her thumb rubs over a cold bunny-shaped head. Clicking, slowly she lifts the mechanical pencil. And a malicious grin appears on her knowing face.
"Alright. Alright!" Selina grins excitedly, returning to the pulpit but admirably slipping. She waves the page 7586. "ARGH! STUFF THE PULPIT! SOMEONE READ IT! IT'S ONLY COSTS $1!" She shrieks and the whole fanfiction club rushes towards her. Rachel almost faints. "Oh my gosh! It's true! It's true!"
Except for two. Sarah paces towards a wise.
"Yo 'Me and My God Complex'," using her pen name. She nods so Sarah comes close and whispers in her hear. They stare at each other disbelievingly then believes. With evil cackles, they share a secret.
"Only. You and me!" They nod as they wave and play with found pink mech-pen. The bunny frowns at their delight.
"Hey! You two! Be excited… we've found a really good place!" A thirteen-year-old bounds towards them bringing an unintentional rip of newspaper.
"But 'PurpleStripes'," Sarah was getting good at this 'use their pen names to seduce them' thing, "it's so cheap! Where is it?"
"I'mcontrollingthisworld Street, Western Lala-land, the suburb of This-is-made-up."
Sarah squeals in excitement, which starts a deafening reaction. The boys of the club secretly joins in. Kimono struts away from the group, holding the advertisement, laughs in honour as she phones the sellers.
Idiots. Unbeknown to them, their new-rented base is next to the military offices.
If you like it enough.
I'm sure you do.
I shall write more chapters.
I do have evil plans.
You know, the beginning of the chapter was supposed to be:
As you can see, this chapter is entitled 'belt'. No, little readers, dear Taisa wouldn't take it off that soon. (And the next thing you know he actually does.)
But instead, it's another person loosening his belt.
Oh my, that sounds wrong.
It was too chatty so I cut it off. But for the humour it's just above.
Yes, I know I haven't included everyone. Not everyone is in the club. 8D