Disclaimer: I OWN KATIE AND FRANK. Not South of Nowhere, but I don't really mention anything from there. And I don't Own Pokemon. But I own Frank And Katie, and I can do what I want with them. Bwahahahah!

Katie turned the corner and tripped, stumbling on a small paper bag lying on the floor. Curious, she picked it up. As she lifted it, something inside of it wiggled. She squealed and dropped it, wiping her hands on her pants. There was no way she was picking up something that had a rat inside of it. At least, she thought it was a rat...

The bag crinkled as the thing inside of it moved, the opening becoming slightly ajar. Disgusted, Katie nudged it with her foot. As gross as the idea was of a rat being inside of the old lunch bag, it was quite possible it was someone's adorable pixie that stole away to the school. The thought piqued her interest and she reached down to save the poor creature.

Suddenly a bunny, small enough to fit in the palm of her hand, hopped out of the bag and stared up at her with big, brown eyes. He was a dusty, ashen grey colour, with large, floppy ears. He hopped lightly towards Katie, who couldn't resist but to pick him up. Her heart warmed at the sight of the warm bundle of fur and she smiled.

"Aww! Aren't you so cute? I'm going to call you Mr. Fluffykins!" she flipped her blonde hair out of her face is a shimmering wave and patted the little bunny on the nose.

The bunny's nose twitched and and he blinked. "Mr. Fluffykins? Are you for real?" he snapped.

Katie shrieked and dropped the bunny, backing up into the wall, spooked. The bunny hopped close to her and froze a few paces in front of her. "Do you have any idea who I am?" she asked.

Katie blinked, unsure if it was a question she should be answering. So she did anyway. "Um... No?"

The bunny twitched his nose angrily and stomped the ground with a rear foot. "For Peter's Sake, woman. I am the person who makes sure that characters like you stay out of the literary universe." His large brown eyes narrowed in contempt. "I am the all powerful, all knowing Frank. Bow down, peasant."

Katie couldn't help but laugh at the ludicrous statement. "Ha! Like you, a small, insignificant, stupid rabbit... wait, character? Literary Universe?" She blinked stupidly, staring dumbfounded at the bunny.

The rabbit rolled his eyes. "Duh. You are a character in a story created by Symphoniae Daemoniorum as a character she can easily manipulate to create the story. She can kill you off at a moments glance when she's bored of you. Or she can create stupid interruptions like this chapter she creates to please her readers. It allows me to do whatever I please, with no consequence." he added smugly.

Katie sat down on the school hall floor, confused. "So I don't exist?" she asked, scratching her head like an idiot.

Frank nodded. "Yep essentially. Now that you know that, I'm afraid that there is one last thing to do." He started to ruffle through his fur, searching for something within his fluffiness.

Katie eyed him, apprehensive. "And what would that be, Mr. Fluffi...I mean Frank."

He pulled a small blue phial out of his fur with is front paws and pulled the stopper out with his large, buck teeth. "Well, my dear, it appears the only thing really is to kill you." he said, no humour in his voice.

Katie laughed , tickled by the thought of the small grey bunny attempting to kill her. Frank shook his small bunny head at her foolishness. Surely she knew what was about to happen?

As Katie watched, Frank began to morph, much like when a Pokemon begins to evolve. He grew and shrank, and grew and shrank, before finally he stood up on two feet in a anthropic form, taller then a normal human. His cute bunny face was replaced by a mangy, mangled bunny face, the right eye missing from it's socket. The ears teemed with small, black buggies, and his fur hung from his scrawny form in tattered bunches. Katie's mouth hung wide with fear.

Frank reached behind his back and pulled out a razor-sharp katana, beautifully embossed with silver and black gold. With one quick, deft movement, cut the blondes head off. It fell with a thud onto the floor, and Frank sniffed.

"Well, that went a bit better than I expected." He said, looking down the hall.

A figure, dressed in a hooded cloak, billowing around as if caught in the wind, approached swiftly. A smirk from under the hood appeared, whiteness from the sharp pearly whites glistening in the florescent lighting. "Well of course it was. I wrote Katie to be easily dispensable, didn't I?" Symph said, nudging the decapitated head with her leather boot clad foot.

Frank shrugged carelessly. "I suppose. I was kinda hoping it would be a bit more... dramatic though." He scratched his chest fur as if disappointed.

Symph scratched her imaginary beard and pointed her magic quill at the would be body of Katie. "I could always rewrite the scene again and just update later in the story. I mean, who likes Katie? She's the obstacle blocking the love path between Ashley and Spencer. Everyone wants her dead. Why not witness it multiple times?"

Frank nodded, deep in thought. "I suppose I could work with that. How about if the readers agree to that? They could write that they love the idea of seeing Katie get brutally murdered by me in a review. That way we know that they are on board and we can have these stupid interruptions."

Symph laughed loudly. "Thank you, Frank, for advertising the reviews for me." She tipped the front of her cloak hood in Frank's direction.

Frank shrugged and put the katana away. "Eh, it had to happen anyway." He turns to face the camera, peering out through the computer screen at the reader on the other side. "Hear that? Katie is dead, for now. Not really, she will return, but we'll keep killing her off in these shorts. By me. But you have to Review. How else will I know how to kill her next? You have to tell us, okay?"

Symph shoves Frank out of the camera view, adjusting her cloak. "I didn't know there was a camera here! Cool!" She smiled wickedly before struggling to put a serious frown on. "But really. Do it. Also, the next chapter is in progress. I got distracted with this little clip, because honestly, I hate Katie and I can't wait to get rid of her. Only I need her to set up the next bit of plot. Otherwise, there is no story, right?"

Symph pulls off the hood, revealing a mess of dark blonde wavy hair and a large pair of hazel eyes. "From one human to another, patience is a virtue. I promise that the story coming up will be awesome. Enjoy this gift to you, okay?" She pulls the hood back up over her head and stalks off in the other direction. The camera shifts back to Frank, who has resumed his cute bunny position.

"Damn. The potion wore off. Spymphie! Write me another potion? I hate being cute!" He yells down the hall, hopping towards Symph.

"But I like you went your cute!" she yells back.

"Bitch! Get me more blue juice or Ima cut your head off!" he growls, hopping angrily, trying to catch up.

Symph chuckles. "You can't do that! I have to write it first!"

Frank stops mid hope as a tiara appears on his head. "Dammit!"

A/N: Yes yes, this has nothing to do with the story. It's a fun little insert. Expect a few. It keeps me wanting to write the story. Symph is me, in this short, clearly, and she might make appearances in the story as it will start to get a bit more complex from here on out. She will be like that stupid tutorial thing when your playing the awesome new Legend of Zelda game that they have to make cuz I beat all of them so far. I hate Katie as much as you do, and I am eager to kill her as many times as possible. So tell me how you want her to die next so i can work on the next short. Hold on to your broken safety bars, ladies and gents. It's about to get crazy. This isn't a normal Spashley story ):D