It was ten o’clock pm at the MLC Headquarters. The lights were out and the building was eerily silent—silent like an office building should be at ten o’clock at night.  Everyone was gone—except for five dedicated clan members—Calamari, MXskai, Grinzor, Mr.GBH, 9261993, and 50yencoin. They were in the grueling process of discussing some top-secret information in the MLC meeting room. The writers could feel it in their very pens/fingertips/whatever they used to write with—a major mission was about to present itself.

                “What’s the report, 50yencoin?” Calamari asked wearily, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

                “Ah, well, apparently Guy from my fanfiction, So Cold, and Morke from MXskai’s fiction, Endless, both being all-powerful freaks of nature who can travel between dimensions or something else just as creepy, have escaped from the pages of fiction with a deadly weapon of mass destruction—the Mega-Evil, Uber-Cliché Anime-Character-Clone Maker Ray Thing, and plans to cause panic and terror in the MLC,” 50yencoin reported grimly. The meeting room was silent as the grave. The writers had known that it was a serious case, but they hadn’t known things could get this bad. It was civil war! Could this really be the end of the MLC?

                “We need a plan of action!” Mr.GBH cried, unsheathing his mighty katana with a blinding light.

                “Aye, the lad’s right. We cannae stand ‘ere an’ do nothin’ while people be asufferin’!” Grinzor grunted, brandishing his gleaming hammer.

                “Yeah, we’ve got to act! After all…,” MXskai said sheepishly, “Morke is my character….”

                “”Tis the wish of the overlords of fiction—we must alleviate the world of sins,” a nun, 9261993, declared.

                “Then what will we do?” Calamari asked, looking each of the clan members in the eye.

                Mr.GBH slammed his hand on the table. “I propose we kill everybody—then no one will be there to cause trouble. I can do it myself with my master techni— ”

                “Thou shalln’t do such an act, sir ninja!” 9261993 thundered in a nun-ish way, agast.

                “How about we each go fix the fictions that have been Mega Evil, Uber Cliché Anime-Character-Clone Maker Ray Thing-ified, and I’ll go after Morke and Guy,” 50yencoin suggested.

                “Great idea! Who’s up for it?” Calamari said, grateful that Sister Yun had interjected—after all, Mr.GBH was a ninja.

                “Aye, this ‘un agrees.”

                “’Kay, fine with me.”

                “Thou art wise, 50yencoin. I support thy idea.”

                “Psh, I still think killing everyone would be better.”

                “Mr.GBH, must I remind you that if you killed everyone, there would be no one in the MLC, which means no fiction, which means there wouldn’t be a MLC, which would be bad,” Calamari tiredly informed the violent ninja.

                “Fine. I shall personally demolish the evil that lurks in my own fiction then,” Mr.GBH muttered.

                “Alright now that everyone agrees, let us begin. Everyone, go to your one fiction to undo the Mega Evil, Uber Cliché Anime-Character-Clone Maker Ray Thing, while 50yencoin pursuits Guy and Morke. Now go!” Calamari commanded. Everybody, besides Mr.GBH, who disappears in a very ninja-ish manner, ambled off towards their designated areas….

ENDLESS

NOTE: I tried really, really hard on this fiction, so please pop!!!!!!!! Thanks!!

                The sun was blazing ball of fire as it sank into the green, wondrous earth. Kara was at home with Mai and Sana, her two best friends.

                “Okay, so you said he was super kawaii?” Kara said, a sly gleam in her eye.

                “Oh my gosh, he was so dreamy…,” Sana gushed, hands on her flushed cheeks. Mai was braiding Sana’s long, silky hair, which was the color of autumn leaves, dancing in the wind. The three girls were beautiful. Kara’s eyes were her most attractive feature—how could a guy resist their unfaltering gaze, deep and blue as the sky? She was wearing a mini skirt and a blue t-shirt. Mai, on the other hand, was wearing a form-fitting crimson dress. Sana had on a pair of black jeans and a green hoodie, to match her sea-green eyes, which were like a forest—deep and green and beautiful.

                Suddenly, the bracelets  on the girls’ wrists began to hum “To the Left” by Beyonce.       “Sucksou!!! They’ve come back!!!!” Sana cried, jumping up.

                “Come on, Mai, Sana—we’ve got to stop them!!!!!!!!” Kara exclaimed.

                They burst through the door and lifted up into the air—they were flying!!!!!!!! Up and up they went, into the blue of the sky and flew, free as a bird, soaring among the pure white clouds the color of fresh, cold snow. Wind blew their soft hair back and caressed their faces.

                Suddenly, they spotted their enemies—the Ice Queen and her Ice Minions!!!! They’d come to steal the sacred Tear of Four Souls!!!!!!!! The girls landed on a street lamp, surprising the Queen and her Minions.

                “Ja ta mate!!!!!!!! What are you doing, Queen? Trying to ruin the innocent lives of the villagers? We, the Kawaii Sailor Mew Mew Team, will stop you in the name of love and justice!” the three said passionately, holding out their bracelets. A ring of incandescent light formed around them as beautiful ribbons wrapped around their bodies. Wondrous notes shimmered in the air around them, embroidering rainbow music.

                “Kawaii Sailor Mew Mew TRANSFORMATION!!!!!!!! Kawaii Kara-chan, amuu!!”

                “Kawaii Sailor Mew Mew TRANSFORMATION!!!!!!!! Sueguuoi Sana-chan—haiii!!”

                “Kawaii Sailor Mew Mew TRANSFORMATION!!!!!!!! Mizu Mai-chan, desu!!”

                Three Kawaii Sailor Mew Mews stood in front of the Ice Queen. Kawaii Kara-chan wore a short blue kimono with matching neko ears and tail. Her weapon was a large fan that could control the element of wind. Sana-chan also wore a kimono, except it was sea green, like the rice fields in China. She had a wand which had magical properties. Mizu Mai-chan was dressed in a fiery-red qipao and had a katana, which could control fire, hanging at her waist.

                The Ice Queen and her Minions laughed insanely. They thought that they were invincible, but boy, were they wrong!!!!The Kawaii Sailor Mew Mew Team was beautiful, kawaii, and  strong—they could defeat any enemy with their wonderful powers of love and justice!!!!!!!!

                “Ichigo Strike!!!!!!!!” Kara exclaimed, swinging her mighty fan. Ichigos erupted from the tip and encased an Ice Minion, leaving only a pile of icy dust.

                “Mana Beam!!!!!!!!!” Sana shouted, pointing her wand at the nearest Ice Minion. A beautiful, green-apple blue beam burst from the wand. It turned the Minion into a wet puddle of water.

                “Flurries of Flame, blaze bright and rain down from the heavens—BURN!!!!!!!!!” Mai chanted, drawing her katana. Fire consumed two Ice Minions, instantly destroying them.

                Suddenly, beautiful sakura petals began to flutter down, dancing in the cool autumn breeze. Two figures landed silently on the sakura petal-strewn ground. They were astonishingly tall, kawaii, handsome, and charming—alas, it was the Manly Bishonen!

                Bishi Keiran-dono flashed a heart-capturing smile at Kawaii Kara-chan, displaying his perfect teeth. Kawaii Kara-chan fainted in his radiant presence. “It’s been a while…ladies. ‘Tis we, the Manly Bishonen, at your service,” Bishi Keiran-dono said in his wonderful, rich voice, tipping off his hat in a gracious bow.

                “Ah yes, my partner is correct—it has been a while, hasn’t it? But not to worry—we, the Manly Bishonen, shall take care of the small fry—you ladies head on over to Miss Ice Queen,” Suoh urged, also bowing, but not before winking at Mizu Mai-chan. Mizu Mai-chan fainted  too—who wouldn’t?  

                Out of seemingly no where, Super Manly Seme Kawaii Woof Woof Kuro-pon dashed into view, followed by Manly Bishi Uke Fai-chan and MXskai.

                ZOMG!!!!!!!!!!

                “Okay, what the heck is going on here?” MXskai inquired dryly, staring around at the chaos. There were three ridiculously dressed girls (two were apparently unconscious and were leaning on a third) on top of one single street lamp, two boys in tuxedos and masks throwing cherry blossom petals in the air, and a dozen or so anorexic snowmen just standing and gaping at the two boys. Most idiotic of all, Kurogane and Fai…were…well, let’s just leave it at that. MXskai sighed, shaking her head tragically.

                “Well, I suppose I must get this—” she waved vaguely at the queer scene—“cleaned up…. I guess I’ve got to use that.” And with that, MXskai leaped up into the air, landed on Kurogane (who was, by the way, on top of Fai), and prodded him hard with her staff, which had mysteriously materialized out of thin air. Kurogane froze and MXskai took this chance to prod Fai with the staff also. Kurogane got up, pulled his shirt back to a more reasonable position, and, with an evil gleam in his eye, growled, “White pork bun…I need my sword.” Blatant enmity was sizzling in the air. Fai was still on the ground, curled up in a fetal position, shivering and twitching.

                MXskai nodded and, satisfied that her staff was working well, leaped up again, this time whacking Kara, Mai, and Sana on her way back down. She landed silently, and swung her staff at Suoh and Keiran. Without slowing down, she plowed on to the odd snowmen, decapitating them with lightning-fast speed. MXskai’s staff disappeared again as she dusted off ice particles. She nodded grimly, and disappeared, just as Kara, Mai, Sana, Suoh, and Keiran bewilderedly looked around, heads frantically whipping left and right.

                MXskai began to hum jubilantly, happy that her mission was complete, and that she could go back to MLC Headquarters, and perhaps take a break in the pool.

FOOD, AND MAKE IT FAST…

                Joe was a nobody. He had always been a nobody. He was timid, weak, and worked in a fast food place where he was embarrassed on a daily basis. Until today.

                He had come home from work today at 6:00, dreading the mountain of homework awaiting his arrival. When he opened his door with a sigh, an overpowering stench of blood nearly knocked him over. For a moment, he just stood there, transfixed in puzzlement. Then, a shiver of fear crawled up his spine. Joe knew what this meant. It meant murder. Dread rose up as his heart and stomach swapped places.

                “MOM!! DAD!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!” Joe screamed, fear making his voice waver with tears. “MOMMY!! DADDY!! WHERE ARE YOU?”

                Joe dropped his belongings and tore into the house. He ran up the stairs, which were slippery with blood, and came face to face with his father. He was pinned to the wall, his blank eyes staring emotionlessly back at him. Joe shook his head, as if doing so could somehow reverse what had happened.

“No! NOO!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DADDY!! DADDDYY!!!!!!!!!!!” Joe sobbed. He ran forward blindly, but then tripped on something else—his mother’s corpse. “M—mom…. MOMMMY!!! THIS ISN’T HAPPENING!! IT’S A DREAM, A DREAM!!!!” Joe howled, and fell onto the ground, weeping on his mother’s cold body.

“Keh heh heh… So you’ve come…Joesephriel. I have been waiting a long, long time for you. I just had to relieve my boredom…on these fools,” a cruel voice chuckled ominously.

“W—where are you? Why did you call me Joesephriel? Why did you do this?” Joe shrieked, still clinging to his mother’s dead body.

“Don’t you remember me…Joesephriel?” the voice sneered. A shadow seemed to detach itself as a man in a cloak stepped away from the wall. The figure cackled evilly as it said, “I…. AM YOUR FATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Joe’s eyes widened in recognition as the man shrugged off his hood. He could not recall who he was, but his face, distorted in evil as it was, was definitely one that he knew. Despite this, Joe could not bring himself to believe the man.

“You’re wrong! He was my father! That man you killed! HE WAS MY FATHER!!!!!!” Joe ululated. All of a sudden, a mysterious power seemed to flow into him. Joe let it build and then released it. A huge boom filled the air. When the dust cleared, a tall, impressive figure clad in a black hakama with an insanely huge sword almost as large as the figure himself slung over his shoulder stood in front of the evil man.

“You better be ready for the a**-kicking of your life, “Father” dattebayo!!!!!!” Joe quipped, eyes filled with loathing. 

“Don’t get conceded, boy!! Do you know who I am? I am Aku, evil overlord of the world!! And I….shall start with you, boy…who is my son!!” Aku, evil overlord of the world sneered, suddenly disappearing and reappearing behind Joe, who was really Joesephriel, son of the evil overlord of the world. He sent him flying through the wall with a powerful kick. Laughing insanely, he jumped out of the Joe-sized hole and landed beside his victim, who was coughing feebly. Joe shakily got up again, blood spurting from his mouth. He charged at his father, who sidestepped easily and elbowed him back down to the ground.

“TEMEEEE!!!!!!!!” Joe screamed, jumping back up to rush at his opponent again. This time, Aku pulled out his katana and skewered him through the stomach. Joe’s blood landed on Aku’s distorted face. He laughed maniacally, pulled his sword away from his son’s dying body, and turned to walk away.

“Wait.”

Aku turned around, a grin on his face. “Oh? So you can still move…my son?”

“I’ll *censored* kill you, *censored* dattebayo!!!” Joe shouted, charging once again. This time, however, he managed to cut Aku’s forearm. Eyes wide with shock and anger, Aku started to attack again. However, he didn’t get very far, for Joesephriel appeared behind him and stabbed him through the shoulder. An irate howl of pain escaped Aku’s lips as he fell down on his knees and into unconsciousness.

“My, my. What has this boy done to you, Aku? You’re quite an ugly thing, lying all bloody on the floor,” a vainglorious voice said, somewhat amused. Joesephriel whipped around to see another cloaked figure.

“I am Zetsumei, the messenger of death.”

“I’m the one who’s gonna beats the *censored* outta you, dattebayo!!!!!” Joesephriel lunged at Zetsumei, who caught the blade with his bare hand. The messenger of death threw his head back and laughed insanely. He glared at Joesephriel with bloods-shot eyes, shrieking, “YOU THINK YOU CAN CUT ME, BOY?? YOU’RE WEAK!! WEAK WEAK WEAK WEAK!!!”

“I…don’t go back on my word. That’s my way of the warrior, dattebayo!!!” Joe declared. Suddenly, a blue light engulfed him. He swung his sword again and this time, he managed slash Zetsumei across the chest. Zetsumei’s eyes widened with surprise, then he grinned crazily.

“HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! So you can fight! This might be pretty fun!” he jeered, unsheathing his sword. The two disappeared, then reappeared again as their mighty swords clashed. Over and over again, this happened until Joesephriel and Zetsumei were gasping for breath.

“You… are…stronger than… I thought. I may have to use… that,” Zetsumei gasped, face twisted in a corrupt grin, arms shaking from the strength of Joesephriel’s blow. He leaped back and raised his sword above his head.

“KAGE NO SHINIGAMI!!!!” A dark flash erupted from the tip of Zetsumei’s sword and flew at Joesephriel. He was thrown backward into a pile of rubble. Two deep gashes that formed an “X” bleed freely on his chest. He was still. Zetsumei cackled ominously and turned away to leave.

“Not…yet. I’m not… done yet….”

“Mm? Not done yet? Fine. I shall finish you,” Zetsumei scoffed, leaping down to plunge his sword through Joesephriel’s heart. At the very last minute, Joesephriel blocked.

“I said… I won’t turn back on my word… didn’t I?” With that, Josephriel cleaved Zetsumei in half.

“My my, Zetsumei….Aku…. You’re both rather bloody, aren’t you?” A voice murmured, voice cutting through the air like ice. Joesephriel turned around to see a ninja, clad in all black, katana hanging at his hip.

“Who the h*ll are you?” Joesephriel growled, swaying on his feet.

“My name? Oh, that’s not important. What IS important is that I get this mess cleaned up before—“

“YE BLUDDY FIEND! YE MONSTER!!! YE STARTED WIDOUT ME, ROKUSHO!! “

“—he comes,” the ninja sighed. “You see, the Squid gave us a job to do—fix the fiction. So I sent some of my strongest minions to fix the problem, but apparently, they got rather carried away….”

“Ah told ye tae wait a liddle bit longer, didn’t ah, ye bluddy ninjer? Now lookit wot ye did! Ye wen’ an’ killed the lad’s whole family!” the drunken dwarf  growled threateningly.

“It’s quite alright, Grinzor. We’ll just whip out that nun’s magical golden paper fan of resurrection and revive Joe’s family. Then we’ll use my impeccable skills to erase their memories and take away the boy’s power. You see? I’ve already ‘borrowed’ the fan.” Rokusho whipped out 9261993’s magical golden paper fan of resurrection and revived Joe’s family. He then snapped his fingers and Joe passed out. The rubble that was littered across the floor assembled itself together into the wall. Rokusho turned to Grinzor and smiled slyly.

“Fine, ye win this round, ninjer!” Grinzor huffed, turning around and stalking out of view. Rokusho grinned and disappeared in a ninja-ish manner , but not before he threw a stariken to Joe, marking his godly presence.

The two of them (one at a ridiculously inhuman speed, on at a ridiculously drunken speed) headed back toward the MLC Headquarters. A nice dip in the pool would be nice….

AMY-CHAN

lik omg mrgbh looked arund lol hes a ninja. he wuz lke, nthngs wrng here. cuz amy-chan’s nrml. lol, amy-chan’s lke a cat n she’s rlly hypr n stff lke tat. but ten mrgbh wuz lke, wait, some1 wrte lke rlly bad. so ten he lft. but ten tis chckn wus lke, cme bck! omg, mrgbh! Tat wusnt nce! u shold say brb wen u go away! so lol the chckn wuz so fnny, lmao! wll anywy, mrgbh came bck n he hd tis grl wid hm. Nce 1, mrgbh! and ten—

The imposing writer had her fingers duct-taped down, to prevent her from further horrible txting, by the incredibly skilled ninja. Mr.GBH turned back to the girl standing next to him, LionChica5.

“So, I’ve heard that you needed help with translating?” LionChica5 inquired, surveying the destruction from the reckless txting.

“Wha—I didn’t tell you that yet!” Mr.GBH sputtered, surprised and automatically suspicious (as any good ninja must always be), whipping out his shuriken.

“Ah, but you were thinking it,” LionChica5 said, blinking innocently.

Mr.GBH narrowed his eyes. “What am I thinking now?”

“You’re thinking of a plot to try to punish me if I’m lying, involving plastic Barbie dolls and SasuNaru,” LionChica5 said without any hesitation. Mr.GBH scoffed, muttering darkly.

“Fine. But I need you to translate all this—” the ninja waved his hand around at the turmoil “—back into intelligible language.”

“ALL of it? You do realize that you’ve written about half a million chapters, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you want me to translate ALL of it?”

“Yes….”

“Every single thing?”

“GET TO IT ALREADY!”

“Psh, fine!”

And with that, LionChica5 rolled up her sleeves. She copy and pasted the mass of messed-up-Amy-chan onto her portable language translator and hit the “enter” button. A half a million chapters worth of understandable Amy-chan spewed out, and the brilliant genius copy and pasted it back to its original place.

“There. All done. Now I can leave, right? I need to sleep…,” LionChica5 said, tucking her portable language translator away.

Mr.GBH was speechless. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. His face portrayed at least ten emotions at once, some including bewilderment, amazement, and, for some reason, anger.  

“Yes, I AM quite amazing, aren’t I?” LionChica5 quipped happily. Then, she turned around and climbed into a hole suspended in mid air, leaving Mr.GBH with his mouth still gaping wide.

A pool seemed to be a nice place to be right now, so LionChica5 headed back to the MLC Headquarters, a happy grin creeping across her face. Wait till Calamari heard her story about the flabbergasted ninja….

UNWRITTEN

Marilyn Grey was soon to go to her book signing. She was very pleased that she had been invited—she had always thought that she was a worthless being. Her sad and troubled past had honed her to be distrusting and sometimes even cold. But she always tried to be kind to everyone. After all, she did not want them to be bothered by her existence, which would probably end up hurting them.

But enough about Marilyn Grey’s feelings. Let us examine her apparel. For the book signing, she was wearing a shimmering, red, skin-tight dress that revealed her back and c—

“SHADDAP!!!” a voice shrieked. Calamari had crashed through the 2^nd storey window in her awesome squidy demeanor, body twisted into a flying kick.

“STOP IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE!!!” she continued, landing gracefully, finger stabbing accusingly at Marilyn. “Phew, just in time, or else it’d have gotten ugly…. But guess who I brought along?”

“Hi, Marilyn!” a voice squeaked cheerfully. A little ghost boy with curly hair, freckles, and a baseball materialized next to Calamari. He grinned deviously. “Watcha doin’ there? You look grosss~!!”

Marilyn stared at the mischievous boy and blinked a few times. Then, as if pulled by a string, she jumped and fell backward onto a couch. She picked herself up and flabbergastedly looked down at what she was wearing. Marilyn froze, then let out an ululating shriek.

“JAMIIIEEEE!!!!! DID YOU DO THIS????” she yelled shrilly.

“Yep,” he lied. He thought it might turn out kind of fun. Meanwhile, Calamari had tip-toed out the hole she had previously made in Marilyn Grey’s window. She snickered, then headed back toward the MLC Headquarters, patting herself on the back for a job well done.

GATE BETWEEN HEARTS

Metaphormous and Alexxon stood beneath the grand cherry blossom tree. Beauty was strewn all around them—colored in the endlessly blue sky, reflected in the translucent water, sung by birds, slipping between the clouds. And yet… all they saw were each other’s eyes; Alexxon’s a deep sapphire blue, gentle and loving, Metaphormous’ a piercing crimson red.  The princes had first met blinded by hatred. But as time quietly slipped past, that hatred had dwindled into love. But now…now Metaphormous had to leave.

“Metaphormous…,” Alexxon whispered, sapphire eyes gazing into crimson ones, searching for something shared only by the two of them. The wind carried Alexxon’s voice to Metaphormous, letting it brush his ear before fading away. Metaphormous closed his eyes and tilted his head up at the indifferent sky, so jubilantly blue even though he couldn’t see Alexxon anymore. Couldn’t see his elegant stride, his intricately carved face, his warm smile, his captivating eyes.

“I am sorry…Alexxon.” Metaphormous breathed in Alexxon’s name, as if trying to preserve his whole being in one word.

“Y-you don’t understand! I—”

“Alexxon. Say it again. My name.”

Alexxon paused, then gazed into Metaphormous’ eyes, smiled, and said, “Metaphormous….”

With that, Metaphormous smiled, lowered his head, and turned away, feeling tears form in his heart.

“Thank you, Alexxon, for being by my side for the short time I have been here. Thank you…and goodbye.”

As he stepped away, Metaphormous felt something touch his shoulder. It was Alexxon’s hand. Turning around, his eyes met the prince’s deep, sapphire ones, and he was mesmerized by their intensity, their gentleness, despite the heart-choking misery reflected in them. Metaphormous could no longer help himself. He wrapped his arms—

“WHAT THE HELL-O ARE YOU DOING, IMBECILES???!!!!”

A nun had crammed herself between the two men and wrenched them apart. Putting a threatening hand in front of their chests to prevent them from clinging to each other like plastic wrap, she began to shriek in a very non-nun-like way.

“You should be ashamed of yourselves! What do your poor mothers think? Metaphormous, you’re supposed to HATE Alexxon and his people!!! What has that amphibious Fish child’s character done to you? IDIOTS!!!” 9261993 continued yammering like so for then next twenty minutes, befouling the air ungraciously. She completely forgot about restraining the two princes, yelling insanely and waving her arms around, and they awkwardly smashed together like two ends of a magnet.

“Oh for goodness sake!” Yun sighed with a raspy voice, throwing up her arms. “I suppose I should use that, but let’s see where it is….” She began rummaging in her black and white nun garb, apparently looking for something. She spotted it at last with a very obvious “ah ha!” and pulled out a puny, golden bow with matching arrows.

“’Tis the Un-Cupid Bow!” she declared gallantly. “Behold its magical powers of unraveling even the strongest of love!”

Yun took the grip with left her thumb and index finger, pulling on the bowstring with her right index finger. She took aim and let loose a tiny, golden arrow. It hit Metaphormous, and he abruptly collapsed, dragging Alexxon down with him. The rather violent nun shot Alexxon also, who flopped, lifeless, onto the ground. Yun nodded briskly, dropped the Un-Cupid Bow back into one of her many pockets, and strode away in her once-again-attained nun-like fashion, heading back to the MLC Headquarters.

THE MLC HEADQUARTERS

By the time it was 11:00, MXskai, Grinzor, Rokusho, LionChica5, Calamari, and 9261993 were all at the clan pool. Everybody thought that it was odd that all five and a half of them would turn up at the pool at 11:00 at night, but they were there while they were supposed to report to Calamari at the MLC meeting room. Therefore, they said nothing to each other, and simply talked about the weather and other such meaningless conversations.

“LOOK OUT!!” warned a voice. Two figures suddenly crashed through a window of the MLC Headquarters main building and into the pool, creating a very high and very loud splash. The one person in the pool, Grinzor, who was still fully dressed in his dwarvish armor and garb, was catapulted out of the water and on top of Rokusho. The two began to squabble and yell at each other. The others, being slightly more logical, stared at the two people in the pool.

“I’m sorry, cap’n! I have failed to capture the two fiends,” 50yencoin said, on one knee before Calamari, who wasn’t paying attention and was instead gaping at Morke and Guy. Then, as if the very wind had carried him here, Mr.GBH appeared. In a ninja-ish manner, he had the two bound head to foot in a mere eleven seconds.

“Good job, Mr.GBH,” Calamari said, snapping out of her trance. “This civil war is now officially over.”

Two weeks later, Morke and Guy had been sentenced to life in SasuNaru fanfictions, which was Mr.GBH’s brilliant contribution. Oddly, the fanfiction involved plastic Barbie dolls, but the MLC members didn’t care that much anyway. Grinzor, Mr.GBH, and Rokusho were caught up in an endless, three-way duel.

Besides those three, everybody’s lives were back to normal. The MLC was in a state of benign tranquility. Until…Nazi squirrels were set on the loose….

Credits: Morke, Kara, Mai, Sana, Keiran, Suoh from Endless by MXskai (me!); Guy from So Cold, by 50yencoin; Joe from Food, And Make It Fast, by Grinzor; Amy-chan and Nazi squirrels from Amy-chan, by MrGBH; Marilyn and Jamie from Unwritten, by Calamari; Metaphormous and Alexxon from Gate Between Hearts by 9261993; Kurogane and Fai from Tsubasa by CLAMP; concept/name of the Kawaii Sailor Mew Mew Team and Manly Bishonen from Sailor Moon and Tokyo Mew Mew; concept of "dattebayo" and "I never turn back on my word" from Naruto by Masashi Kishimoto; concept of sword-wielders clad in black hakama with spirit power from Bleach by Kubo Tite.