Hey everyone! Sorry I’ve dropped off the map, but I’ve been busy with JCS and Rocka. And for some reason, I’m doing Tournament of Minds again. I know.

And I was putting this off. Why?

This is TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE. Like, REALLY AWFUL.

So I sporked/MSTed my own work. Yes. I really hate this, but I thought you should see it, because it’s terrible, shows what NOT to do when writing an OC-Centric fic and you can see little similarities and how things that were mentioned in this became plot points in the real thing. All the stuff in bold or italic during the story was written by me as I reread it. Yeah. There’s more underneath.

I am extremely immature in my comments, too. Sorry. It’s just I hate hate hate it so. And here we go.

Epitome of Randomness productions present:

A journey down memory lane,

A story of bad writing and plotless wonders.

It’s the Sue Slayers: Before They Were Vaguely Popular!

And now we journey into the past…

If you haven’t read My Random Rant On Mary Sues, you will NOT understand this. It jumps straight into the story with pretty much no explanation of the Slayers. Also, this is like my old crossovers. No real plot, Self, you never, ever say you have no plot. just an idea of where this is going.

DISCLAIMER, and this goes for all the chapters, I don’t own Artemis Fowl, Butler, Melbourne, Australia, Luna Park or anything like that. I do, however, own the Slayers and the use of the word Squee for a group of Fangirls. It’s mine! All mine!

But you can use it too. Maybe you could mention the plotlessness three or four chapters in, when there’s a bit of momentum, but right off the bat? If you’re trying to get pity, it doesn’t work.

Sue Slayers

…care to elaborate on that?

Artemis Fowl sat bolt upright in his bed. Something had woken him. A sound. But what?

It had been like a scream and a laugh, a cry and a squeal. What was it?

Oh, yes. Squee.

Artemis licked his dry lips. “Squee?” he muttered. It’s ARTEMIS! He probably would have called Butler by now.

Yes. That was it.

Artemis shrugged and lay back down, ready to go back to the Land of Nod.

“Oh my god.”

“Who’s there?” cried Artemis. He sat up again.

At the foot of his bed there was a short, chubby girl in grey pants and a pink t-shirt. You can see the Fangirls have colours, but they’re different. I picked blue in the end because of Artemis’s eyes, and pink because…they’re Fangirls.

“IT’S ARTEMIS FOWL!” she screamed.

“SQUEE!”

From various hiding places around the room, twenty girls popped up, grinning.

“W-what are you?”

“WE LOVE YOU ARTY!!!” they all screamed, and swarmed over him.

I like the start. But the ‘oh my god’ annoys me. OMC!!! Would have been better. Jeez.

It was a beautiful, sunny Sunday in Melbourne. I would’ve given anything to be outside, maybe in the Botanical Gardens, or at Luna Park. ILY LUNA PARK.

But no. I was stuck underground, saving the world from the horrors of bad writing.

I shut down my laptop and gathered up my books and notepad.

“Hannah? What are you doing?”

I ignored Elliot, instead imagining myself up Rialto Tower. I loved it up there. Pre-Eureka tower. This was a long time ago.

“Hannie?”

I sighed. “What is it, Elliot?”

Since Elliot had been shot by Butler (long story) she’d been kind of clingy. To me, to Grace, to everyone. Elliot’s already been shot. Huh.

“I’m going up Rialto.” I said. “Want to come?”

“No thanks.” She said. “It’s just that Grace wants to see you.”

Grace, leader of the Australian Sue Slayers. Ah, familiarity.

I nodded.

My name, as you may have realised, is Hannah. Hannah Lynch. I’m thirteen years old, an Aussie from the convict days and I like cheese. Oh LOL you’re SOOOO funny.

I’m also a Sue Slayer apprentice. WTF WTH WTFingH? That means I’m training to be a Sue Slayer, an Arty-Slayer, in fact, but I still have to do a heap of research. Mostly on FanFiction, but I do pop into Artemis Fowl Confidential occasionally.

HANNAH IS A SLAYER! Woah, I forgot about that. The Slayers originally were going to just focus on one or two sections, like a violent Canonist, but I realized how many Slayers just one form of media would need and abandoned that idea.

Grace was white. Racist much?

I’m not kidding. Whiter than snow. Whiter than Artemis. Whiter than Edward. Less sparkly, too.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked her. “Because it wasn’t me who published that fanfiction rant. I think it was-“

“It’s not that.” Said Grace. “I found out who published it and I put her on Duncan duty.”

Duncan duty, or looking after Duncan Quagmire is the worst thing anyone can do. There are either no Sues at all or millions of them. Ok, WTF?

“Who published it?” I asked.

“If any of you thought to read the authors notes, you would know. To business.” Originally, Elliot was going to have written the rant, and so was going to be kicked off. Rather like a certain Fangirologist.

Grace pulled a picture out of her desk draw. Drawer. Honestly. I think…

“Do you know what Squee this is?” she asked.

I peered at it. They were wearing grey and pink, so…

“The We Luv Arty club.” I asked. “Biggest Squee in that category.” Why did I give the Squees a name? Ugh. Now they’re just…Artemis Fangirls. Or an Artemis Squee.

“And what are Fangirl #1 and #2 holding?”

Fangirl #1, the leader, was at the front with #2 on her left. They were holding a long black bag, big enough for me to fit in. That’s a clunky description. ‘holding what seemed to be a…body bag?’ would have been better, right?

“A black bag?” Yes, a black bag. My God. I asked. “Grace? Why are you asking me this?”

“Artemis Fowl went missing this morning. Harry Potter vanished soon after.”

I felt like the bottom had dropped out of my stomach. Half of the Top Four. Don’t ask.

“What about Draco and Edward?” I asked.

“I have Amelia shadowing Draco and the Americans put Matt Carney onto Edward.” Matt Carney on Edward. Slashy.

“Aren’t you going to tell everyone?” I asked.

“I’m about to.” Sighed Grace. “I just wanted to talk to the Squee leaders first. Can you get Kyra, Jasmine and Lucy?”

“What about Nicola?” I asked. “I haven’t seen her-“

“Again, read the authors notes. You can stand in for Nic.”

Ok. I’ll slow down and explain. God, did I really do that? I’m so sorry.

The Top Four. They are the top four canon characters who attract the most Mary Sues. In order of Sue count, they are Harry Potter, Artemis Fowl, Draco Malfoy and Edward Cullen.

Even when one goes missing it’s bad. It leaves room for bad Out Of Characters to take place. Two was even worse. Top Four = One of my most hated things about this. Every Canon is equally important. Except for Nudge.

The Squee Leaders are the four trackers of the Top Four’s Fangirls. Kyra looks out for Harry’s Fangirls, Eve’s on Draco, Beth is after Edwards and Nic is, of course, in charge of Artemis Fangirls. I’m her second in command.

Ooh! No Amelia. Wait -

Amelia Richie was worried. She’d lost Draco twice and was probably going to lose him again. Amelia is Japanese in the real, non-crap versions. Why did I name her after Lionel Richie? I have no idea either. I was probably watching the Simple Life – my sister liked it, OK? Ok. She just couldn’t understand why she had been given Hufflepuff robes. It was just ridiculous. They had one class together.

Amelia ran after Draco down the corridor. What class did he have next?

“Oh my God.” Self, OMC would have worked better.

Amelia froze.

She knew that voice.

Draco froze too.

“Who are you?” he asked coldly, walking up to her.

“Me?” Amelia asked, remembering just in time to fake a British accent. “I’m no one. I mean. I’m on my way to class.” Righto, old chap? Hup hup!

She gulped.

“IT’S DRACO MALFOY!”

“SQUEE!”

Fangirls, dressed in silver dresses and green leggings, swarmed out from their hiding places. Draco Fangirls still wear that. They pounced on Draco and Amelia, stuffing them both into bags before running, leaving no trace of their presence.

Amelia, from memory, was going to be rather unimportant in the overall scheme of things. And now she’s Commander of the Slayers. Funny ol’ world, innit?

The Leaders sat in silence. I considered coughing, but was interrupted by a red light flashing on the ceiling. That’s rather Clare-ish of her, no?

Grace’s phone rang immediately.

“Commander Rodgers. Yes. Oh, no. Crap…And Millie?”

She hung up. Amelia hates being called Millie.

“We’ve lost Draco. And Amelia was taken by the Fangirls.”

Jasmine dissolved into tears. Dissolved into tears? How does that work? Ooh, she’s the Wicked Witch of the West!

I stood up. Good for you.

“This is ridiculous.” I said. “These are Fangirls. They barely have enough brainpower to Squee at the right time. And now they’re kidnapping canons and are probably in cahoots.”

Grace nodded. “Hannah, you stay in here. Ring Kasey Allard, and your researcher friends. Find out where the canons are being taken. Squee Leaders, get all your files on the Fangirls. I’ll tell everyone what’s going on.” Good old Kasey. She’s been around right from the start. Shame she’s never really contributed to the story.

“What on earth do you mean?” Kasey asked. “No one tells me anything!”

Kasey Allard. She’s the best Sue researcher in the world, and is an expert on the top four, especially Edward. She’s also my best friend, even though I’ve only met her seven times. “HANNAH! It’s CLARE! Hi, remember me? Bitch.”

And also, Kasey, here, is a Sue researcher, whatever that is. Why the hell doesn’t she know about the Top Four being Canonnapped? Canonnapped. That must become a word. It’s awesome.

“No one knows what’s going on.” I told her. “Just that Draco, Arty, Harry and Amelia-you remember Millie, right? Have gone missing.” IT’S AMELIA, DAMMIT!

“Ok,” said Kasey. “Have you tried tracing Amelia?”

“Yep. The Fangirls took away her tracer. As well as Draco and Harrys wands, Artemis’ mobile and his laptop.” Tracers, like GPS locaters. That was actually a good idea, but the budget didn’t cover them in the final draft.

“Edward will be fine.” Kasey said. “He’ll just rip the Fangirls apart.”

Edward: I don’t want to hurt you.

Fangirl: HAVE SMEX WITH US!

Edward: I don’t want-

Fangirl: And then I’ll put it on as a lemon! Everyone will love-

Edward: OM NOM NOM!

“More like the fangirls will rip-Wait.” I told her. “I have to call you back. Grace is back.”

“Ok. I’ll check my stuff on the Fangirls and ring Lilly in America. See you.”

“See you.”

Grace slumped in her chair.

“They got Edward. They have the Top Four.” BUMP BUMP BUMMMM!

Code Black. I like codes. I think we had two in AOTC. And was there one in ANF?

In hospitals, that’s when there is a bomb threat. In Springfield, that’s when the Lake is about to become a toxic nightmare. Code Black for the Slayers is when Fangirls are trying to cause serious damage to the canon characters.

Code Blacks happened very rarely. Like, never before. Black? That’s the worst colour there is! No offence, Carl.

“Wake up, boys!” said a chirpy voice.

“Omigod. Edward’s waking up!” said another.

Artemis opened his eyes, remembering Butlers advice. Assess the situation. Assess the situation. Assess it, damn you! We have to get some description!

He was tied to a fluffy, glittery pink chair with a fluffy, glittery pink rope. On his right there was a pale boy with black, messy hair and glasses. On his left there was an even paler boy with silvery blonde hair. And on that boys left there was another pale boy with almost black eyes. Were the eyes fluffy and glittery too?

The carpet was fluffy and pink and glittery and looked very slippery. The walls were pale pink. And glittery.

There were four girls standing in front of the boys. Artemis recognized one. She had been in his room.

“Ok. Ok. THIS IS SO COOL!” squealed the tallest girl, jumping up and down. She was wearing a gold t-shirt and white leggings. “I love you, Edward!” Fangirl colours. Nice.

Edward. The boy at the end of the line. Artemis, is like, so intelligent. You can really tell his character from the others .

“Edward Cullen?” said the boy on Artemis’s left.

“Harry Potter?” said the boy on Artemis’s right.

“Draco Malfoy?” asked Harry. He would have just said, ‘Malfoy,’ but I don’t care anymore.

“Ok. “ said the girl from Artemis’s room. “First, like, welcome to the Lair of the Fangirls.” The Language of the Fangirls hasn’t been invented. It’s one of my favourite bits of the Slayers, actually.

If you had listened closely enough you would’ve heard the soft clunks as the boys jaws hit the floor. Along with the British characters stiff upper lips.

“My name is, like, Mariah. I’m Fangirl #1 of the Artemis Fangirls.”

The girl in front of Harry smiled, straightening her scarlet and purple dress. “Omigod. I’m Ashlee. I lead the Harry Potter Fangirls.” Why would Harry Potter Fangirls wear purple? They’re EVER SO FASHIONABLE.

“And yeah. I’m Britney.” Said the girl in gold. “I lead the Edward Fangirls.”

“So that leaves me.” Said the girl in front of Draco. “I’m Jessica. I lead your Fangirls, Draco.” A real Fangirl would be too busy seizing on the floor to introduce herself to a Canon. Then she’d get up and sexually assault his ass. No, she’d be seizing on the floor and dribbling.

“Could someone please tell us, what are Fangirls?” asked Edward.

“SQUEE!!!” cried Mary Anne in shock. “Fangirls. Your greatest fans. We love you!”

“I’m sorry.” Said Harry. “I really really like Ginny.”

“Yeah, and Bella-“ Is a Sue…or isn’t she? B.I.N.A.S or B.I.A.S – what do you pick?

“IS A BITCH!” screamed Britney, drool running down her chin. Why does drool always appear in the Slayers? Max Ride slipped in it in AOTC, too.

I sat at my desk. The entire office was silent, save for the clacking of keys and the Kisschasy drifting from Elliot’s computer. Kisschasy gets a mention during the Fowl Manor infiltration.

I was skimming through a fanfic. Shame too, because it was a very well written one. Everyone was in character, no Sues, no OCs, in fact. I was enjoying it.

The only bad thing was that it was a Baby Sitters Club fanfic.

Stop laughing. I use that joke too much. Please stop.

Grace had told us that we had to keep an eye on the Canons. All of the canons. There are like…ten thousand Canons, in the book-Verse alone. Mission Impossible, anyone?

Obviously, I hadn’t picked the BSC. If I had to, I would’ve chosen Midnighters or Janet Evanovitch. Well aren’t YOU just LITTLE MISS OBSCURE SERIES.

I continued to skim, Stacey had just gotten pregnant, Kristy was lesbian, Mary Anne was-OOC? She had just faded. By faded, she means disappeared from the story, like Iggy and Nudge and Gazzy in Maximum Ride, where they’re in the scene but just stand there, twiddling their thumbs, and don’t say anything, even if it’s in their character to inerrupt, or put their two cents in. By the way, hi James Patterson, how ARE you?

“Grace!” I yelled. “Got one!” *twiddles thumbs*

You might’ve forgotten it, but I was an Arty-Slayer. I hate you so much, me. In training. When you get out of training, you can choose to do another canon. I was thinking about doing Cherub. CHERUB. Not Cherub.

But we were short on Slayers-Millie was gone, Elliot was laid up and Nic was probably being swamped by bad OOC’s, so all of the apprentices were going in.

I suited up. Like in Batman and Robin! Wait…ew.

Yes, the Slayers have a uniform. Black leggings, blue t-shirt and green jacket, with a small bag and a holster for Serum syringes.

I didn’t get a holster. Boo-hoo. The uniform has changed, too. Thank God for that.

The trouble with the Baby Sitters Club is that is a hard category to manage. Because they suck. Seriously. With all the ghostwriters running around, the canons personalities are often extreme, like Kristy is a total dictator, Mary Anne cries at the actual drop of a hat and Stacey’s diabetes are so bad that she faints every four and a half hours. Also, no one CARES about the BSC. And Stacey faints every five and a half hours.

So there is exactly one BSC expert in the entire Sue Organisation. Elizabeth King, an American slayer. Unfortunately, she had retired almost ten years ago. *ba-dum ching.*

So I was by myself as I was beamed into the BSC universe, with nothing but an iPod, speakers, and a semi automatic rifle. Gotta love those semi-autos. But you’d think that the older Slayers, the nearly-twenty year olds would be able to do the BSC. Wait, that’s logic. This is the Slayers.

It was pandemonium. Swarms of Fangirls were running rampant through Stoneybrook, holding the members of the club. Strangely enough, none of them were touching Mallory. RANGA!

I had been advised to simply follow the Fangirls, as they are incredibly dangerous in large groups. So I did, simply following the destruction. Describe it please? Oh, fine.

I could just hear the Squeeing, so I slowed down and took a quick look around. Houses had been torched, cars overturned. Someone had even turned on all the fire hydrants, soaking everything except the houses. Conjugating Squee is really hard. I Squeed just sounds dirty, as does you Squeed. Squeeing does not look right, either, does it?

Draco sat on the bed nervously. The bedroom, like the other room he had seen was fluffy, pink and had glitter everywhere. The only difference was the posters of him and countless Harry Potter books. As you can see, Draco is more than a little OOC. How would he know what they…you know what? I give up.

“W-what are you going to do to me?” he asked.

Jessica grinned and flicked her long hair back. She sat next to him.

Draco shuddered. And...? Oh, come on.

When the cries of the Fangirls faded I got up again, following them. A little extra description would be nice.

I couldn’t help but wonder what the Top Four were going through. Fangirls were dangerous out on the field, and practically rabid when you caught them, biting (Never, ever, EVER poke a Quigley Fangirl with a stick. Just don’t), kicking and screaming.

However, no one had ever seen a Fangirl with their canon. No difference between rabids and normal Fangirls. Huh.

Fangirls, though, incredible fighting skills aside, are just pumped up teenage girls. They can’t travel very far.

Which meant I slept in a ditch that night with hundreds of rabid Fangirls twenty meters away. That is so…stupid. I just…it’s so, and then this happened, and then this! But then this happened. I hate past me. I’m sorry about this.

Edward stood, shaking. He had been blindfolded, bound with iron chains and gagged, then taken to the forest. Britney undid the blindfold.

“Wooo-ooo-wuuuwnt wu we?” he asked. Hey, I got his character perfectly! *cough*

“Oh? What do I want with you?’ Britney asked, stroking his face gently.

Edward saw, with some revulsion, drool coming out of her mouth. Enough with the drool.

He shuddered.

Three days.

I followed those god damned Fangirls and the bloody BSC for three, hot, uneventful days. And I slept outside for three freezing, wet nights. Yeah, but couldn’t we have had ONE fight scene? No, because I couldn’t write one to save my life.

But I made it. And now I was on my way to the Fangirls Lair, hopefully where Edward, Draco, Harry and Artemis were. Alive. Fangirls don’t have Lairs, they have fansites.

You see, if the actual canon characters are killed or permanently taken prisoner, the authors are immediately hit with a debilitating case of writers block and will never write about that character again. Never. Makes sense.

The Fangirls Lair, like with all good lairs, was on top of a craggy mountain with bats flying around it. Granted, they were pink, glittery fluffy bats, but they were bats. The lair was also pink and glittery but there was no fluff. I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry to have nearly inflicted this on the world.

I crept up behind the Squee and watched as they stampeded in.

“Hannah Lynch?”

I jumped and turned around.

“Matthew Carney?”

Matthew Carney, one of the best Slayers in the whole world and the best in America was sitting behind me. SQUEE!

“Call me Matt. Anyway. You look awful.” He said. Well, aren’t you nice.

“Excuse me! I have had,” I checked my watch, “exactly four hours of sleep. How did you get here?”

“After I lost Edward-someone hit me with a tranquilliser dart, by the way-Hayley sent me to track a Squee that took Klaus Bauldelaire.” Why would anyone want Klaus Bauldelaire? Rule 34*, I guess.

“Why did they take him?”

“How long have you been here?” Matthew asked. “Squees have taken everyone. The Simpsons, Naruto, Grace and Connor Tempest, they even got Jack Sparrow!”

“Captain.” I corrected him. “Captain Jack Sparrow. So, everyone?”

My voice squeaked.

“Everyone, from Aang to Zorro.”

I swore. “And I’ve been chasing the damned Baby Sitters Club.”

“Hey, they’re important.” You lie.

I laughed, then looked back at the Fangirls. They were beginning to enter the lair.

“Are you coming in?” I asked.

“Yeah. Are you?” I like the new Matt better…he actually has character.

I jumped over the rock and sprinted inside, Matt at my heels.

“Every character is here, mistress.” The High Head Leader Fangirl bowed respectfully in front of the shadowy figure. Ok. I like High Head Leader Fangirl. It’s like they were all sitting around saying ‘you can be the Leader…and you can be the Boss, and you can be the Head of Fangirls…and you can be uh…High Head Leader.’

“Good. Good.”

“And we have reason believe that the Sue Slayers are lurking.”

The Shadowy figure smiled. “Do not worry about that. Now, bring me…Minerva.”

“Yes Mistress.” OoooOOOoooooh!

The entrance hall was pink and fluffy. I had a funny feeling that pink fluffiness was going to be a theme in this place. HAHAHAHAHAAAHA HAAAAA LOL LOL not funny.

The one unpink, unfluffy thing in the hall was a picture-in a pink fluffy frame. It was of a girl not much older than me with blonde hair all the way down her back in beautiful ringlets. She had manga style dark purple eyes, perfect white teeth and what looked like the latest, most overpriced clothes you could buy.

“Is she that Minerva I’ve heard so much about?” Matt asked, tapping the frame. OMFG HOW COULD MATT NOT EVEN HAVE A VAGUE IDEA OF THE ARTEMIS FOWL CHARACTERS???

“Don’t disturb the fluff.” I whispered. “And no, it isn’t Minerva Paradiso. Minerva has blue eyes.” Don’t disturb the fluff. Heh heh heh. This is horrible.

“You sure?”

“Elliot was shot trying to take Minerva down. Of course I’m sure.” Ooh, that stayed in! Except no water balloons.

I walked away and looked down the hallway. Empty. Woow.

“Do you know where the canons are? Especially Art-the Top Four?”

“Are you a borderline Fangirl?” Matt asked, looking at me suspiciously.

“I might be.” I said. “Yes.” Pretty much every single Slayer and Fanfic writer is a Borderline Fangirl, right? The only difference is we don’t viciously attack Canons.

He nodded.

“Right.” I muttered. “Time to go.”

We should’ve stopped and asked for directions. I could’ve passed for a Fangirl, I was wearing the colours of the Alex Rider Fangirls. But no. You know why? Because that would have BEEN INTERESTING. Matt said it was too risky. Too right. In other news, this SUCKS. In fact, bugger this for a lark. *walks off, shaking head.*

After wandering around the pink fluffy glittery corridors for several hours, I stumbled on our first clue. More specifically our first canons.

The main love interests of the Top Four were locked in a PFG (pink fluffy glittery) cell:

Bella, who was pacing and tripping over, Ginny who was staring at her fingernails. Pansy Parkinson was sobbing her eyes out. *runs back in* Why did I put Pansy Parkinson in? Because I’m an idiot!

“Damn this keyhole.” I muttered. “I can’t see Minerva OR Holly.”

“Holly’s the fairy, right?”

“You’re supposed to be a GOOD Slayer.” I hissed at Matt.

“I’m an Anime expert. Have you got ANY freakin idea how many animes and mangas there are?” Matt….is an anime expert, and he says ‘freakin.’ I am so sorry, everyone.

I shrugged. “No and anyway, Holly is an elf.” My DAD knows that and he hasn’t read a book since like, 1788 because he was busy establishing a colony.

Then I waved at him. “Go keep watch.” Why is she bossing him about? He’s the boss, and older, and MALE.

Matt sighed but went to the end of the corridor.

“Hey!” I whispered into the keyhole. “Bella! Ginny!” Why Bella or Ginny? Why just them??

Bella tripped over her own feet and crawled over to the key-hole. A little like TSSB, yes? But now I’ve turned up to eleven.

“Who’s there?” she asked.

“My name’s Hannah.” I said. “I’m a Sue Slayer.”

“A what?”

“Never mind. Do you know where Edward is?”

“No! Do you think the werewolves-“

“No. Just, um. Get Ginny. The red head.”

She did, then sat in the corner. Stumbling, tripping, flipping and staggering the whole way.

“Hi Ginny.” I whispered.

“Yeah, um, hi.”

* According to TV Tropes. Rule 34 is, if it exists, there is porn for it. Rule 36 is, if it exists, there’s a fetish for it. Ahem.

And then it cuts off, because obviously I had NO FREAKING IDEA where it was going. You follow? Anyway. After I wrote this I thought, ‘gee golly gosh this isn’t very good!’ And I went off and finished the Random Rant on Mary Sues and got the idea for the new Slayers, and well…yeah. The rest most of you know. And I went through A New Fangirologist, and yes, Hannah does think Matt is kind of cute. Nothing more than that, otherwise Clare would have another reason to be royally pissed at her.

But if you made it this far, I love you. I had to do it in a few nights because it felt cringe-worthy. Everyone has a few bits of writing that they hate but keep around – I have a couple of early fics that have a total Sue in them. She was like this musical prodigy, and our favourite Teen Genius falls in lurve with her and…ugh.

I’m not going back to that place. Now, I think I’ll go and look at some AOTC outtakes. There are more of them, and even some deleted scenes. Schweet.

Oh, and maybe write a new chapter. It’s going to be late. I guess some things never change.

-Nicola.