Disclaimer: I own nothing!
This Suggestion comes from Myself.
Pairing: Not really a pairing here.
Word(s): Annoy the Hell out of the Author
They found themselves in a room with with walls and windows along two of them. A girl in her late teens/early twenties was sitting at a desk staring at a blank computer screen. She glanced over at them. Her light blues eyes behind glasses, and her tri-shade hair was pulled back into a pony tail.
"Oh Great, what are you lot doing here?" She growled.
"You tell us," Phineas Flynn said.
"How should I know? I only write the stories!" was the retort.
"So, Robot Wolf 26Z you have no idea why we are here?" Gretchen asked.
"Heck if I know," Robot Wolf 26Z replied, "And according to this chapter title, you lot are supposed to annoy the heck out of me, which I really don't look forward to."
"Well you already seem to be annoyed by us," Irving stated.
"No just you. You a creeper, and it is very unnerving to have you in my room," RW26Z commented, returning her attention to the computer screen.
"So whatcha doing?" Isabella Garcia-Shapiro asked looking over RW26Z's shoulder as she pulled up fanfiction and deviantArt on the computer screen.
"Checking reviews, and updates on fanfiction and my messages on dA," RW26Z muttered, trying to ignore the raven haired girl.
"You know they don't pay you enough to deal with us," Phineas commented.
"I DON'T GET PAID ANYTHING TO DO THIS," RW26Z snapped, " I am a Fanfiction writer, I write these for the amusement of mysef and others, you know that Phineas."
"Don't have to yell," Phineas muttered.
"Don't you lot have to be in someone else's fiction as of right now?" RW26Z asked, and with that by some weird vortex they disappeared.
"That's better, I think," RW26Z muttered to herself as she resumed work on her fictions.
Yeah They decided to annoy me, especially Irving.