Young Writers Society

The lights remain off. I fumble around on the dashboard, pressing random buttons. It is comforting, though I am afraid I might accidentally press the "HONEST, BUT VERY HARSH CRITIQUE BY INCANDESCENCE" button. I've forgotten where it is.

"Um, Dr. Snoink," I ask. "What just happened?"

"You've changed tenses," she says. "Try not to do that."

'No, I mean the lights. Why are the lights gone?"

"lumoss!!1" The detox girl screams. Nothing happens.

"Nate?"

"What?" Nate snaps. I hear him pressing more buttons next to me.

"What happened to the lights?"

"I'm trying to fix it. I just have to find the light button. I know it's here somewhere."

"Acci0! Lightz buttin!" the detox girl contributes, unhelpfully. I decide to help Nate by sitting on the button bank. My unfortunate experience on the YBPS secret space base is getting more and more unpleasant by the minute. I fear, as I listen to the unhappy sounds of the YBPS that I am having a relapse of the dread disease Purple Prose.

In the pitch black darkness, my fumbling fingers brush lightly against a square glass box. I fiddle with it, and it what seems to be a lid slides slowly open with a click. Underneath it is a soft button. I press it with a trembling hand.

"Congratulations!" intones the smooth, emotionless voice of a computer. "You've pressed the Hyper-Drive-Let's-Get-Marooned-In-Space-And-Let's-Take-The-Cabassi-Family-And-SPEW-With-Us-Button! Engaging."

All goes silent.

I am about to speak when suddenly Snoink presses a button.

"Ah good, past tense again!" she said happily.

"What about that button?"

"What button?"

"The one I just pressed."

"Which button was that?"

I pointed it out to her. Suddenly, Snoink's face went white. "Oh no! You pressed THAT button."

"What?"

"Remember when YWS disappeared? That was the button that got pressed."

"This is a strange plot twist," Grif said as he floated around the space station.

"Just wait until we find the gravity button," Smaur growled.

"Indeed," Sabradan muttered.

I hardly knew what to say.

"You don't need dialogue Arthur," Snoink reminded me.

"So...The lights are out...Why?"

"Detox." Snoink laughed.

"But..."

"No, Don't ask. It's not like what ever she is going to say is going to make ANY SENSE to you. Oh, and you aren't going to remember anything." Areida glanced at snoink, and even though the room was dark I noticed this because you know this is getting really illogical right here.

I started, "Wha—"

BUT NO! Snoink jumped on me with her impressive darkness sight and gagged me before I could speak! I think I started flopping like a fish, but I'm not sure.

"Crap! What did you do!?" Grif shouted. "I thought we were just going to like...Poke fun at him for a while or something."

"I think Snoink loves him," Areida said.

"LUV??!? I LUV DRACO!!!1111" screamed detox girl. "HE IS SOOOOO HAWT!!!111!!!"

"Oi vey," said Grif.

"Did someone say Vey?"

"Who was that?" asked Snoink.

"I think it was Crysi," said Areida. "I heard a rumor she wants to be a superhero called Vey."

"Why?" asked Snoink.

"I dunno," said Areida. "Ask her."

"Crysi, why do you--"

"VEY!" Crysi shouted, and began doing what sounded like some very impressive dance moves. A couple of the YBPS started shouting because apparently she was hitting them in the face with her arms and stuff.

"Why are we dancing?" I asked.

"Who is dancing?"

"Crysi or whatever her name is, isn't she?"

"Um... I'm right here..." said Crysi, from behind me.

"But I thought you were dancing!"

"Why would I be dancing?"

"Well," I tried to explain. "I'm not exactly sure, but it seemed like when Grif mentioned Vey something happened..."

"Did someone say Vey?"

"Yes! Just like that."

"Oh my god, he's hallucinating!"

"No!," I protest. "I swear, it just happened! What's going on?"

"I Luv Draco!!!1111 He is soooooo hawt!!111"

"That happened before too! Gah! Something strange is going on."

"Um, are you sure you aren't just adding confusion to keep this thread going?" someone from the crowd gathering around us asked.

"What? Me? Never!" I protest.

"MEDICATE HIM!" shouts someone else. The voice seems vaguely familiar.

"Do I know you?" I ask.

"And," I began, hoping my hallucinations would stop, "When are the lights going to come back on?"

I seem to be gifted with the power of coincidence, because the lights came on. But. everyone was gone.

Though there was a cake. A large one. And no more buttons. and—

"HOLY CRAP, A CHIMP!"

((hee that made no sense. I was confused...))