A/N: No, this has nothing to do with the overall plot of Dr. Quaxo. Enjoy, or don't, it's your call. Aslo, I would like to give an extra-special thank you to Ravyn's Wing for both inspiring this chapter, and as well for writing the prologue. That whole part in italics, for those of you wondering. 3U!
Tantomile walked around the edge of the Junkyard, her mind shut off from her brother's. She just wanted to be alone. Nervousness and a sense of foreboding made her paws tingle. Just in time, she spun around and leapt out of the way of a dark shape that lunged out at her from the shadows. Tantomile barely had time to react before the shape, feminine at that, lunged once more. This time, the female attacker's fist connected squarely with the psychic's chin and cheek. Tantomile went flying and fell into a trash pile. She looked up with a hazy gaze, and gasped.
The female had jumped into the air and sailed to her, the attacker's elbow crashing into Tantomile's ribcage. A few of the delicate bones snapped, which caused the mystic to scream in pain. But her shriek was muffled by the female attacker putting her paw - er... hand, over Tantomile's lips.
"I want you to stay away from Mistoffelees. He's mine." she breathed into her ear. "Now, sit up, bitch." the attacker whispered with such ferocity that Tantomile did as she was told, and regretted tuning out her brother for the night. "Pray that we don't meet again any time soon. For I am the dreams filled with fright. I am the shadow that conceals the moon. I am the bird of the night."
With that, the 'bird of the night' disappeared. Tantomile's vision was growing foggier. She slumped over and fell onto the ground. Just before her eyes closed, she thought she saw the shape of something; a bird or human or maybe a combination of both as it jumped off the highest junkpile and practically flew into the woods.
It was a quiet day. Quaxo was just wondering about his life, when (as usual) his tranquility was abruptly and thoroughly interrupted.
"Quaxo, cam kwick! Tanto's bin 'urt!" screamed the hysterical Rumpleteazer.
"What happened? Where is she?"
"Well," said Mungojerrie, "We was jus...ah...not doin' any..."
"JUST TELL ME WHERE SHE IS MUNGO!"
"Awright! We found her out back buhoind tha Junkyad, she luks loike she 'ad a foight! Do ya thenk it woz Macavitay?" inquired Rumpleteazer.
"It might've been, but we can't jump to conclusions. The last thing we need when dealing with a patient in critical condition is the Junkyard having a panic attack over Macavity."
"Or a Macavity attack ta panic ovah." Added Mungojerrie, unhelpfully.
"Mungojerrie, please go die. Rumples, I need you to help me find Tanto and bring her back here."
"Yessuh!" Teazer said, making a mock-military salute.
"Well, there's a few badly bruised ribs, and some major facial contusions, but overall, she should be up and about soon enough."
"So whod'ya thenk diddit?" Rumpleteazer asked again.
"Well, it doesn't look like a Macavity attack. He isn't this merciful, and is certainly a capable fighter. Plus, his attacks are very personal, he usually has some reason for attacking someone. Tanto and him never really had any huge conflict, not like some others, so we can pretty much rule him out. Then there's the fact that she seems to have been beaten with a blunt, fleshy appendage. The question is, who could it have been?"
It was then that Ravyn waltzed in, planting a kiss on Quaxo's cheek.
"What the fell?" said the magical doctor-cat thing. "You're not supposed to be in this story at all! JJ, I thought I told you to work with the canon characters! How did she get in here?"
"Beats me, I just got back from lunch. Oh, hi Ravyn. What're you doing here?"
"Just proving my undying love for Misto."
"Oh. Okay, that's cool, don't let me stop you."
"Wait a minute," said the sparkly one, "It was YOU, wasn't it?"
"Pfft. Oh please. You two were never meant to be together anyways. Right, Misto?"
"Why can't I have feline fangirls like Tugger?" lamented Quaxo to himself.
"Oh come on, you surely don't mind the attention" said JellicleJuggalo.
"Now look what you've done! At this rate, it'll just end up being the various writers of ! Mary Sue much?" said Nekosoda.
"I did not! Keep me out of your stories, you perv!" said a different Nekosoda
"But which one is the REAL one? Dun dun DUNNNNN!" said the incongruously inserted Spiderman.
"Quaxo, who are these people, why do they think you're that effeminate magician, and why aren't they Cats?" said the frightened and confused Jennyanydots.
"It's a very long story." said Quaxo, exasperated.
"Hey guys, do I get to be in this one?" asked the Omniscient Narrator.
"NO!" replied everyone in unison, including the unconscious Tanto.
"Screw this, oim goin' ta join a diffrent fic. Good bye!" yelled Rumpleteazer, followed by the rest of the cats.
"No, wait, you can't leave me! I need you!" said JJ.
"Goodbye, old friend. I will miss you dearly." said Spiderman, shooting me in the eyes with his webs.
"ARRGH! THE PAIN! AND SO ON AND SO FORTH!" screamed the blinded author.
"Ummm, so, I'm just gonna end this here for my incapacitated friend." Said Ravyn, ending this stupid chapter.
A/N: to any and all authors used, if you don't want your name attached to this, I can remove/replace your name. No, just removing the story isn't an option. Also, to my readers, this is what happens when I don't have a plot to work with. Please, if you have any suggestions, requests, or recommendations for future chapters, no matter how stupid, don't hesitate to tell me. It can't be worse than this.