Sucked into YWS

Username: PenguinAttack

Sibs: None.

Mini-animal: Dinosaur

Sucked in from: Home rumpus room.

Landed in: Blog News.

Specific: Currently attempting to dodge the angsty bio matter and shift into a happy blog to find the way out.

description: Tall, longish chestnut hair and brown eyes. Dressed in simple black jeans and a dark red wife beater, no shoes. Hair tied in two high pigtails, nails painted a (lovely) dark red, Celtic metal armband around right upper arm. One metal ring on right thumb and a pink faerie watch on her right wrist. Two pens sticking out from each hair band (those being red, blue, black and a pink one.)

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I logged in, as I always do, with a quick saved password and an eye on my music, not paying attention to the log in itself. Without warning the bar loaded and I was thrust into a dark passageway filled with the snarling purple goo of angst.
“Oh... heavens above”

A quick turn in every direction alerted me to the large and rather obnoxious “Blog News” printed in bright green letters above the proverbial door to hell. There was no alternative, I had to enter the Blog world and hope that I would be able to leave through there.

Bracing myself I stood tall and strode into the inky purple light.

Via you are simply genius! Let's just hope Nate and certain others doesn't read too much of this though, huh?

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"Yes Eye of the tiger think it does but Eye of the tiger think we need to fix the censors first," I replied, "This is too reminiscent of last night." Via nodded and then suddenly a loud crash and several quieter scuffles were heard. The small group turned just in time to see the head of Fred roll up to them.

"Oops," a girl with 'Saint Razorblade' above her head approached them, letting the robot's body fall to the floor.

"Well that solves one problem," Via decided happily.

"Good work Saint," Dreamer agreed.

"Could we leave this room now?" Fire Arris asked. "I'd really like to find out what's going on."

Via watched Freds head roll across the blue floor, "How very Cloverfield like of you, Raz!"

She shrugged, "But how do we get out?" She started looking around the room for a way to crawl out. There were no exits!

But wait! "What about the X? Would that send us back to the site? Or...would it kill us?" Via turned up a brow in thought, "a little risk never killed anyone Eye of the tiger suppose...well...maybe it did but that's besides the point"

She glanced around with a frown, "We can't keep talking like this."

“... did I kick a puppy or dog ear a book or something?”

Words whizzed past, dripping with coloured goo of various shades. Titles, I assumed... titles of all those blogs in the room. They ranged so dramatically, from the thick, hardly moving black gunk, to the swiftly pouring white liquid.

“Moods! Ah cabbagepatchkids. This is going to be hard as.”

After blurting out my revelation, I realised how stupid I sounded, as to be talking to myself in this world of people who talked to themselves. Or, perhaps it really was not that odd, maybe I could work with this...

“In a world no one owns... something something... the gooey lights of life... something something”

I gave up trying to make a poem while trapped here; it was obviously not for me. Then again, writing really isn’t for me... I’m an awful writer, how could I have ever thought that-
“Eeewww!”

Thick purple goo had just slimed down my neck, it was only a small drop, but I could feel the negativity seep into my naive bones. I scowled and brushed it away, but the title kept circling above me. A long moan rocketed around the endless room, and a hoard of purple and black titles surged upward, flinging themselves in my direction.
“Note to self” I muttered, bending my knees “No YWS for at least a week after this”

I sprang forward, and rushed past the growling mob, dodging the slick ooze that they thrust in my direction. Grumbling, I almost missed the staircase on my right, winding upward. I lunged for it, narrowly missing a large glob of dark green goo. They were all chasing me now.

“... cabbagepatchkids”

I leapt onto the first step, uttering a small “eep” as it lit up beneath me, the legend “Crysi” began to glow in a lovely orange colour. Quickly I stepped off it, rushing upward as each step began its glowing fit. The titles had stopped circling, they’d stopped moving completely, left howling at me from below. I reached the top, stepping gingerly on Jennafina, staring up at the long line before me. It was the header.

“Home Page” glittered with bright colours... That’s what I needed, the home page. But I’m tired, and there seems no threat. Sitting down, I began ticking off the names of blogs in each colour, counting slowly.

“ Black, one...two... three”

I pulled open a large gate and ran into the castle, panting. My hair began to reduce in size, causing a minor pain, but nothing too big. There was one person in the castle, with black hair and dressed i gold. Above their head floated 'Vernon'.

"So you got stuck in here too, hey?" I asked.

He turned around and nodded.

"Hi Choco."

"Hi."

Vernon looked out the window.

"We should go to the home page," I said. "If anybody else is stuck in here, that's probably where they'll be. Or chat."

Dreamer nodded, agreeing with Via.

"Okay, but I have a question." When nobody objected, Dreamer went on. "What do we do?"

Silence.

Finally, Saint spoke.

"Good question." she said, nodding.

Dreamer slouched slightly, pushing a hand through her hair, only to discover it wasn't loose, like it normally was. Confused and suddenly alert, she started patting her head with both of her hands frantically.

"My hair! What happened to my hair?"

They all blinked at her.

Finally, one of her hands found the ponytail.

"What the heck? Since when do I..."

"Since when does YWS suck it's users in?" came Via's calm reply. Dreamer blushed and looked down.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But look at it. It looks like it's about to zap me." She said, examining the end of her pony tail.

Arris grinned and started shuffling around in a circle in the chat, dragging her feet. When Dreamer raised an eyebrow in an unspoken question, Arris answered by picking up Fred's head and touching Dreamer's hair.

The result was a loud snap! and Fred's head flying through the air, screaming elvis music as it did, until it crashed to the ground, mercifully silent. Fire walked away, twitching.

Where she had stood, however, was a hole. They all crowded around it, looking down.

HOMEPAGE

They all looked at each other.

"Works for me." Dreamer said, jumping down the hole.

"Potato!" Saint called, swan-diving into the hole after Dreamer.

"Hey, I didn't know I could swan-dive," she said.

"Makes about as much sense as anything else here," said Via.

"Can't argue with that logic... if logic still exists."

Saint bent over to do a handstand -- another new development -- and realised what she was standing on was rather fuzzy. She looked down between her palms and saw something very blue, and very monkey-ish.

"Hey, we're standing on Bartemius!"

Bartemius says, "It's kind of fun to do the impossible. -Walt Disney"

"Thank you for your never-ending fortune cookie quotes, Barty," Kitty said dryly, the last to fall onto Bartemius's head from above. The hole all five had fallen through disappeared with a poignant bloink.

Saint blinked at it.

"Well, I hope none of you left anything behind, because heavens-to-Nate knows if we're going to get back," she remarked idly. "While I'm on the subject, any plans on getting off of this monkey parade and... well, somewhere... different?"

"You ain't nothing but a hound dog! Crying all the-" Fred's head shouted before it hit the ground and a hole appeared for the Home Page. Firearris jumped into to hole and everybody else followed.

Username: Insomnia (Mat).

Sibs: None.

Mini-animal: Jack Russel Dog

Sucked in from: Bedroom at home.

Landed in: Home Page

Description: Over six foot tall, shoulder length hair, blue eyes, a tail (:lol:)

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Mat groaned as he opened his eyes, and rolled out of bed. The thud as he landed on the floor woke him, and he stood. Stubling over to te computer, he turned it on and sat down in the chair.

When it finally came on, after a few helpful kicks, Mat clicked on the Internet Explorer icon, and from there went straight to YWS. He typed Insomnia, and then his password into the log in spaces, and clicked Enter.

There was a bright white light, and even as he screamed and felt the ground moving below him, he noticed his rhyming skills.

He was on his back, and there were shapes dancing in front of his eyes. When they cleared enough for him to see, he knew at once that he was in the YWS home page.

"Damn," he tried to say. "What's happening?"

What emerged from his mouth was, "Beaver dam! What's happening?"

Mat clapped a hand over his mouth and stood. His hair seemed to bounce, and he put a hand to it in horror. "What the...?" When he had woken up that morning, it had been relatively short. Now, it went past his shoulders. He shook his head, and forgot about the hair.

When he looked around, he saw a group of other people near the other side of the page and staring at him. As he got closer, he noticed that words seemed to be printed over their heads. He frowned, but joined the group, hoping for answers.

Username: Bubblewrapped (Bubbles)

Sibs: None.

Mini-animal: Maltese Terrier

Sucked in from: Bedroom at home.

Landed in: The chat.

Description: Um. Read it and see


Bubbles did not hear her alarm clock when it went off that morning. This was not unusual; she frequently slept through the annoying buzz and woke up much later than she had meant to. Fortunately her little dog, known as Jellybean, was much better at waking her owner - though she didn't have quite such an accurate sense of time. Sure enough, an hour or so after she was supposed to have gotten up, Bubbles was abruptly awoken by a warm tongue licking her face.

"Ew," she said reflexively, before jerking her head back and opening her eyes. "All right, already. I'm awake."

She took the fluffy white Maltese outside and dumped her on the grass, then went inside to make herself breakfast. While she waited for the toast to pop up, she pressed the start-up button on her laptop and watched as the screen hummed into life.

YWS was typically her first stop in the morning, although lately she hadn't been logging in as much as usual. Perhaps it was because of her prolonged absence that she did not at first think there was anything strange about the homepage - while there was something...different about it, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Nate was always adding or subtracting something. Shrugging mentally, Bubbles typed out her username and password, as she always did.

The moment she hit enter, however, several things happened at once. Firstly, her toast popped up. Bubbles knew this, because she heard it. But she also heard another kind of pop, and a second later there was a sound like a massive vacuum cleaner. Bubbles felt herself being tugged as though by a tornado, and next thing she knew she was hurtling towards the computer screen from what felt like a long, long way away...

Bubbles wasnt quite sure what happened after that. All she knew was, she threw her hands up to cover her face as the glowing screen drew nearer, and then all of a sudden she hit the ground hard and fell to her knees with a crash. Except, the ground felt sort of...squishy. Like jelly. And she bounced. When she finally came to rest, Bubbles opened her eyes warily and stared. She was in a blue, slightly transparent room, the walls and floor of which were rippling slightly with the impact of her landing. It seemed slightly out of focus, as though the walls were much further away than they first appeared. In one corner, the floor appeared to be scorched and there was a dark hole, beside which a prone figure lay, twitching.

"What the..." Bubbles trailed off. Something was wrong with her voice. Instead of ordinary words, bubbles - visible, silver speech bubbles - came out of her mouth and hung above her head for a moment or two before popping and vanishing. Weird. She blinked and shook her head to clear it. Maybe she'd hit her head and was hallucinating. That would explain things.

She tried to get to her feet, only something was wrong there too. She couldn't quite coordinate herself. It was almost as though she had...too many legs.

Afraid to look but needing to see the worst, Bubbles stopped struggling and looked down. Instead of two ordinary human legs, she found that she had four skinny white ones.

She also had apparently been turned into a goat.

"Son-of-a-you are apparently a female dog!" She blurted. "What the hell is going on here?"

Firearris walked around on the homepage with the others, but then something caught her eye. She saw somebody waving their hands in the air with the name 'Insomnia' above their head.
"Another one?" Firearris muttered to herself as she approached him.

I nodded towards Choco and grinned, "Nah lets got to The Whovians!" She just stared at me. Pulling out my sword I saw it broad one quite heavy and looked good enough. Just then we both heard a scream, "Don't let the castle be taken. To the walls, to the walls."

I shrugged at Vernon and grabbed a shiny silver sword that was lying by my feet.

"To the death?" he asked.

I snorted.

"Yeah right. I'm not doing anything to the death. But if you want to go and die, be my guest."

Vernon looked at my weirdly, but then ran ahead, me following. It seemed that an army was trying to take over the castle, and the King, who was obviously very stupid, didn't actually think to order his own army.

I gulped when I saw vast size of army over the hill, "Who the feck wrote this book."

Choco shrugged looking less inclined to attack. Just then up the walls we saw thousands of soldier marching priming each device. A hail of arrow began.

I giggle nervously saying, "Least we're not alone anymore."

Username: Emma

Sibs: LAWL none.

Mini-animal: A black and white cat.

Sucked in from: My... bedroom.

Landed in: Homepage.

description: A man.



I sighed, my life becoming almost unrealistically boring. One essay finished, another one began. Trying to delay typing out the essay, I glanced up at the bookmarks, skimming through some of my favourite sites. Some of them was as old as my dog and had been taken down long ago. I came across the "Young Writers Society", it's bold letters sticking out in my face.

"That's getting clicked baby!" I said to myself.

I typed in my username and password, although I had to do it a few times as I had completely forgotten what they were. As soon as I pressed the enter button, something unusual happened. The screen on my laptop began to stir, into a large, purple hole.

"Aw crap." I cursed, "Another laptop..."

Before I could finish, I was sucked in! I landed in a hump of letters, the place was swimming with them. I stood up, brushing myself down, peeling off the letters which stuck to me. Cursing more, I walked towards a large a puddle of what seemed to be a load of redundant letters, melted into a shiny white liquid. I peered down. A heavy scream shot out my mouth, my heart beating faster than ever. I touched my face, feeling the stubbles on my chin. My eyes shifted in both directions, looking incase anyone was watching. I peered down my trousers and frilly pants to find something that I didn't have before.

"Damn it. I've turned into a man." I moaned. "Just my luck."