Okay, so apparently, I can't resist keeping this story on hold (even though I'm still writing the prequel!) because there's a TON of things that need to be used before they are forgotten. Okay, so lets get on with it!

Disclaimer: All I own is a couple OC. I wish I could own more, but life is cruel.

As Kim, Biff, Ken, Joe, FF2, and WG all ran down the hall, Alyx and William ran up to them, out of breath. "Guys, you've got to come see this!" William said, grabbing the two authors and dragging them down the hall to a room filled with TV screens. He pointed to one screen near the middle. "Look."

FF2 and WG looked at the screen in horror. It showed an image of downtown, and two people that looked exactly like them (only wearing black cloaks and were in black-in-white rather than color, like everything else). "Oh, no…" The two of them gasped.

"Who are they?" Alyx asked. "Are they your twins or something?"

"No… worse." WG sighed. "The ones in black-and-white are our evil-halves, and the ones who killed… (gulp) Our creators."

The room grew silent. "Um… what?" William asked.

"(Sigh) Let me explain…" FF2 said, and began his story…

~Another Flashback!~

A girl with long, jet-black hair wearing a gray, baggy shirt and black jeans with two diagnal white stripes on the legs ran by, followed by a boy with poofy, chocolate-brown hair, wearing a green jacket with a black stripe around it. Their names were Tanya Astrid Southerland and Benjamin Allan Tennyson, but everyone just called them Allen and Astrid.

They heard evil cackles coming from behind them. "I told you not to use that anti-fusion spell on one of our egos!" Astrid snapped. "Now, Nether-Girl and Dark-Al are going to kill us!"

"They can't kill us-- they're part of us, so if we die, they die!" Allan snapped.

"Why did you use it on them, anyway?! Why could we have used it on our Christalist forms, or our avatars, even?!"

Allan gave her a look. "You honestly want me to unleash Skeith and put the entire world in jeopardy?"

Astrid sighed irritably. "Never mind. We've got to find our authors and have them get rid of these guys!"

They ran up to an apartment, ringing the buzzer. "Who is it…?" A female voice asked, groggily.

"It's Astrid! Please, let us in! It's an emergency!"

"Astrid?? What's going on? Don't you know what time it is?!"

"Just let us in!" Allan cried, hearing the cackling grow louder.

"Alright! Alright!" There was a buzz, and they opened the door and ran up the stairs and into their authors' apartment.

They slammed the door shut, facing a girl with short, blonde hair, wearing flannel pajamas and looking tired, and watched as a boy with dark brown, stuck-up brown hair wearing a T-shirt and blue pajama pants came down. "Allen? Astrid?" The boy asked with a yawn. "What are you guys doing here this late? I thought you said you were going on a trip."

"We were, but thanks to Dr. Fusion here, our trip got delayed!" Astrid said, glaring at Allen.

"Uh, oh… What's the trouble now?" The girl said, suddenly awake.

"Well… you know our dark halves that were trapped in our bracelets? Well… they're not trapped anymore."

"WHAT?!" Both the boy and the girl shouted.

"I-I was trying that defusion spell you were going to use in 'Body Switch'!" Allen stammered. "But, when I separated our dark halves…"

"…You made them actual people rather than egos!" The boy gasped. "Dude, you can't do that! Once they're out of your control, they develop their own personalities, and chaos breaks loose!"

"NOW you tell us," Astrid muttered.

"Where are they, now?" The girl asked.

"Um… they're chasing us, and will probably be here any minute…" Allen said, nervously.

There was another buzz, and the girl looked at the security screen, showing that two kids that looked exactly like Astrid and Allen were standing outside. Nether-Girl looked up at the camera and smiled. "We know you're up there, guys… come on down and lets see your skills!" she said into the speaker.

"What do we do?" Astrid asked.

"I have an idea…" The boy said, then ran out of the room, and returned holding two wands. "Here, I had Edwin make these for you." He handed them the wands. "Now, change your forms into ours."

"Why---"

"Just do it!"

The two kids did as they were told, and they looked exactly like their creators. "This should confuse them. Get out of here, and we'll hold them off." The girl said. "Oh, and one other thing-- don't use your real names. From now on, you are Wherever Girl and Fangface the Second."

"Hey, how come he gets to be named after Fangface?!" Astrid asked in jealousy.

"You'll find out the reason, soon. Now, hand over the bracelets."

"Why?!" Allen demanded.

"Because as long as you're wearing the bracelets, Nether-Girl and Dark-Al will track you down easily." The boy replied.

"Oh…" They took off their bracelets and handed them to the authors.

"When the time is right, we'll give them back. Right now, go find Kite and Brielle, our other OC. They should be able to help you."

"And if anyone asks, say you're their creators." The girl said, then grabbed Astrid's hands, and her eyes began to change colors. "From now on, you two are the authors."

The boy did the same to Allen. "Use your gift for good, Allen… just how Mom would want you to." he said.

A tear ran down Allen's cheek. "I will…" he said, choking back a cry.

"That's it! We're coming up!" Nether-girl yelled through the speaker, and then they heard a crash and the alarm went off.

"Go! Hurry!" The girl said, pushing the two characters out the window and onto the fire-escape. "We'll take care of them!"

Allen and Astrid ran down the fire escape, practically jumping the stairs. They then ran down the pavement, not looking back---

*KA-BOOM!!!*

--until they looked back, seeing the apartment explode. "NO!!" Astrid cried, and Allen had to pull her to keep running.

"It's too late, Astrid," Allen said, sighing. "They're gone… We're the authors, now."

Astrid clenched her fists. "It's not 'Astrid' anymore… it's Wherever Girl."

~Back to the Present!~

"You mean… these two killed your creators?!" Kim gasped.

"Yes." FF2 sighed, sitting down and shaking his head. "And the worst part is… I think they were expecting it. I mean, why else would they give us their gifts?"

Fangs shrugged. "Maybe they liked you more." he said, and ended up getting a glare from Brielle and Kite. "Or… maybe not."

"Don't worry, they won't find you as long as you're with us," Puggsy said. "You escapified them before, and you can escapify them again!"

"That's just it, though!" WG said, standing up angrily. "We're tired of running! If we don't stop them, people are going to get hurt… and I can't live with that on my conscience! It's bad enough we had to lead them to our creators and let them… well, you know."

"(grr) Then we're fighting with you!" Kitefang said. FF2 opened his mouth to protest, but the werewolf interrupted him. "Ah! Don't even argue! (snarl) They killed our creators, so now… Ooh, now they're going to feel PAIN!! (grr)"

"(Sigh) Fine." FF2 said.

Biff looked at the screen, grinning. "And I think I know how we can catch them." he said (and the light bulb returns!)

A/N: Okay, if anyone got confused about the author thing, remember: it's FANFICTION, so those people were completely made-up. Huh, weird… one of my OC was an author who wrote an OC who was actually me… Oh, jeez, headache! Lets just move on and skip the logic…

Reviews are welcome. Flames are for dragons.