Nate's Dead?! (A Storybook not to scare anyone)

Durrie snapped to attention - quite noisily - as a passing member stepped on her hand. She rolled out from under some stray newspapers, groaning, to grab the arm of a boy running past.
"You, boy! What day is it?"
"Nate's dead!" He said hurredly, and rushed past. Frowning and holding her head, Durrie lent against the brick wall behind her. Nate's dead?
Slowly, the meaning of this got to her. Durrie swore, and started running with the others.

"Armikida!"
"What the hell?" Durrie flicked the man away with a casual backhand and continued. Where was? - there. She carefully strided towards a woman with a massive spork.

Okay...i'll start...so..when can our characters meet? Can anyone dare meet my character if anyone wants


Firefox


I stretched my hands to the sides and began absorbing the boarding school storybook along with its characters. It was pretty easy especcially that they were a bunch of college students. Nothing dangerous. Behind me, my wings began to grow and i felt my chest widened letting spikes at the side. Slowly, my wings turned to legs that lifted my body up.

I rested my arms and take a look. The boarding school setting was all gone and i was left with an empty void. I walked towards another stretched of land which i presumed to be one of those action storybooks along with some action and adventure stories. But there was one that seemed to resemble the twilight parody and the hunger games storybook? They were all moving along a bit confused. But up ahead was seemed what to be a large city? I nodded to myself that i will go there after i had finished my job here.

I inhaled deeply until I was back to my original self. All of my additions were inside me just for emergency.

This will be a good meal...

Oooh! I'm SO in. (Hope I'm not too late)

Name: Mo
Age: 13
Personality: Enthuastic (in other words extremely loud), and very, very talkative. Also, very 'up-for-anything' and 'glass-half-full(not empty)'
Physical Description: Tall, brunnette, bright electric blue eyes, pale white skin, average weight.

Weapon of choice: A super-awesome pen, with unlimited ink on one end, and unlimited whitout on the other.
Fighting style: Words, nice ones twisted into terribly creative nastiness.
Anything else? A bit of a nerd, and tends to correct everyone... lots.

Mo

She couldn't see who it was in the distance, but after a few seconds she could make out the delicate drawing of Jenthura, a creation of his surely. She then saw the person no, animal next to him, at least seven foot tall. It was a giant pink bunny rabbit! How ridiculous!

Then, a frantic gleeful voice caught her ear. "Nate's dead!"
How could someone rejoice in such news? Even she couldn't put a positive spin on this news.
And then the forum suddenly became a blur of mis-spelled words, and incorrect punctuation.

Lauren

"Nate's dead! Nate's dead!" hundreds of panicking YWS members ran through the forums screaming, as they had been for a few hours. Lauren had just exited the Fantasy Forum where she had been catching up with her characters, she even still had her bow on hand.

A young girl ran up to Lauren and shook her shoulders. "Nate's dead!!" she screeched before sprinting away.

Without taking another minute, Lauren sprinted towards the storybook area. There was a special team prepared for instances like this - one which she was a part of - and she hoped to find other members in the storybook section.

*someone meet me, please?*

Aspiring had just logged in and stopped when the bllod curdling shrieks of his fellow members echoed around him. "Wait! Slow down guys!" he shouted. "What's happened?!"

He was met with jumbled gibberish. The thing is, he couldn't help but notice that it sounded a lot like "Hate is dead!"

"What are you talking about?!"

Nobody answered, they simply ran like maniacs through the forums. Aspiring shook his head and went to go kick back in the lounge. He hoped things were still normal there.

Gsppcrocks10

Crocks had been dozing in the lounge when someone burst through the door. "Nate's dead!"

She sat up. "What?!" But the person was already gone. Almost immediately the entire Lounge exploded into screams. Gsp got up. Well, so much for my nap. She had to find out what was going on. Maybe Meshy would know...

She headed out of the Lounge, seeing several more members panicking.

"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!" She shouted over the noise.

Oh my goodness, I'd love to join this if it's not too late! Saving a spot as Ranger Hawk.

*I'll post my profile info later*

Irish

Irish opened her storybook, diciding to try to figure out what was going on. Suddenly, someone rammed into her. "Nate's dead!" The person flailed at her before running away.

Wide-eyed, she picked herself up off the floor. "No way Nate's dead." She muttered to herself. "YWS would be in a panic."

She walked out of the Storybook Archives and blinked at the panic before her. "Oh... they are in panic. Oh my God!" She ran out of the room. "NATE IS DEAD!"

Irish turned and saw a girl looked confused in the middle of the panic. "Who the heck is Nate?!" She screamed above the noise. Irish wrinkled her nose. "Noob."

She ran down the hall. "WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!" She heard.

Stopping short she gasped. She knew that yell. She sprinted toward it and found Gspy.

"GSPY!" She yelled. "WHATS HAPPENING I HEARD NATE WAS DEAD!"

*Dreamy*

Eventually, the scenery changed. I was in the lounge of YWS, and it was a scene of chaos. Writers ran around, screaming. I tapped one one the shoulder.
"Erm... what's with the mass freak-out?" I asked.
He grabbed my shoulders and began shaking me violently. "NATE IS DEAD! YWS IS CRUMBLING! AND WE'RE ALL USING CAPSLOCK!" he screamed. It took a moment for it to register. I had to think!The only way to get to save YWS was to get to the center of it all. And just as I stepped forward to see if anyone was sane enough to agree with me, the scenery changed again. I was in... oh no. It couldn't be... FANFICTION. Several vampires and wizards started charging towards me. And none of them looked happy.
"HELP!!!" I screamed.

Gah! This is a must join!

Name: Bonnie
Age: 15
Personality: Has a general feeling of indifference, but seeing as the only PMs she ever gets is from Nate, (although everyone gets them and the whole never getting PMs is true by the way...) She is out to get revenge for him.
Quite sadistic when she wants to be, however if you take the time to know her you'll get along just fine! I plan on making her kid of psychotic though so watch out!

Physical Description: Quite tall and pale, she has a dark fringe that covers her eyes and wears dark clothes. Her smile is wide and scary. Her overall appearance is like a shriveled up malnourished teen because that is what she is.

Weapon of choice: throwing knives and a sniper rifle that she has strapped onto her back- it has unlimited ammo.

Anything else?: Up for love. (Why not?). Has a fear of seaweed and... ovens. Don't ask why.
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Bonnie

Bonnie flailed about in pain. 'Nate' and 'dead'. Surely those two words didn't belong in a sentence together? She looked around at the havoc, and cringed at the insanely bad grammar and use of capital letters. Slowly, she whithered away inside, almost shrinking to the size of a dust molecule, she realised the solution, 'Kill whoever killed Nate- then take over YWS!'

The plan was brilliant! Bonnie would soon put a stop to all the horrors that had emerged in this once beautiful sanctuary, every one would conform. Yes they would, or suffer the consequences!

Bonnie cackled as she walked into one of the latest Storybooks (seeing as she only ever seems to post in those), and looked around for new storybooks to post in. The malignant madness in her slowly destroying all sense of reason and poisoning her mind.

Muff

At least now I wasn't alone, I wasn't alone facing this horrible whatever it was creature, now there was this member named Howler. He had heard about the news too, but at least a giant hare wasn't the one who told him. Since I really needed to get out of these crazy Fantasy Fiction writing, I accepted to help him with the parade.

"Yeah, sure" I said smiling. "Just let me deal with this first"

"Sure" He said. So I took a stick and showed it to the hare.

"Come boy, come" I said as if to a dog while Howler stared at me with wondering eyes.

"Isn't that a hare?" He asked me.

"Dude, that thing barks and talks, there's no way that's a hare" I told him while I there the stick to the creature in front of me. It was amusing to see that things jump and jump after the stick, barking. Actually, it was kind of disturbing.

"Ok, now, where are we taking them?" I asked him. "You come from Narrative Poetry?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"You make rhymes when you speak. So on to the main question, where are we taking them?"

Firefox

the news of Nate being dead was not surprising. With the chaos started, i should have known by now. I stood over the dead bodies of what were the characters of the twilight parody storybook and a number of the hunger games. Up front, there were a number of prose scurrying away.

I grinned.

I inhaled and the doll face on my belly opened its mouth. From it, a loud scream came that paralyze them. I exhaled and from my wings came three arm puppets that took hold of the paralyze proses. They took them to me and i absorbed them along with the rest. My body is growing and i grinnd at pleasure.

Then from behind, came a sword. the small box opened and i lunched back to the branch thanks to the wire embedded in it. It was one of the remaining hunger games character. The doll face screamed and it took no less than a minute to absorbed the character.

Now, this storybook was an empty void and so as the rest- 100 of them consumed and counting.

I stamped myself to the rest and sent a number of probes to explore the avrious forums in the YWS. Next stop, i'm going to the city of narratives-romantic, action, historical-they will all be mine!

Can anyone put me in...?

Irish

Suddenly, Gsp disappeared and irish landed in the mist of a what looked like a fight. Irish fought her way out and looked around.

"Crap." Irish groaned. Fanfics. This is why she never wemt into that forum. "HELP ME!" She heard in the distance.

Irish took off in the direction and found Dreamy, running from wizards and hundreds upon thousands of Edward and Bellas and Jacobs. She gasped. It was awful!

She ran after Dreamy. "Whats happening?!" She yelled to her. Dreamy looked at her, eyes wild. "I don't know!"

Suddenly the characters disappeared and they landed around some caps lock, smilies, and angst. Irish sighed. "Oh the blogging section! Thank God!"

*Dreamy*
"Oh, the blogging section! Thanks God!" Irish sighed. I looked around. This place did seem safer...
Suddenly, a sentence fell on on my head:
NOMNOM382: Hey! There's some tiny people on my screen!
I brushed it off. Suddenly hundreds of letter began raining down. Irish and I jumped for the smilies, and I landed on one that looked like a corn dog but was really a cricket paddle. Safe, for now. Suddenly, Irish disappeared. "No!" I wailed. I dissapeared as well, and found myself in the poetry section. Well, that wasn't so bad... until the most hideous creature I had ever seen flew up in front of me. It sucked up the poem I had been sitting on. "W-who are you?1" I cried.
"My name is Firefox. Out of my way, puny human. Or I will eat you as well."
I gasped. I had to talk my way way out of this one.
"Me? Who are you calling puny human?"
Firefox looked at me angrily. "What?"
"I am...er...Death!"
Firefox looked annoyed.
"Seriously! You've never read my story? It's this greaaaaat other fiction piece... probably really tasty..." I tried. The monster looked satisfied. "Then, if what you say is true, I shall go feast." it said, disappearing. I sighed with relief. All was well. That was, until a villanelle appeared. The very difficulty of it knocked me unconscious.

Elinor

Elinor was having quite a fine time in the blogging section. She'd just finished typing up another exhausting entry, while checking the entries of others. She'd visited it a lot, especially after the death of their king-it had helped greatly.

At that moment, two people came dashing forward, all red-faced and scared. They were breathing heavily, and she walked over, closer to them. One girl had a sentence fall on her head, and she dove off to poetry in a daze.

"Accidentally stumble through Fanfiction?" she said with a wink to the girl that remained.