MSPA Fanfiction VI: Trashy Rainbow Drinker Fanfiction

[ADT]

I didn't take the latest updates seriously

Home-stuck: Sburban Consequences

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Rose Lalonde who was Mom Lalonde's daughter was one day in LoHaC typing on a computer. She got a message from Doc Scratch that said that flying dogs and monsters were attacking her moms place and aksed her for help so she went.

Rose Lalonde got her viewport blanked out and wet on grimdark mode to go up to the antmosphere of LoHaC where she got a nic view and normal people close because she had the glowings. Rose Lalonde got on her magnic obb and said "its time for me to live up to my family name and face sburban consequences" so she had to go.

Rose Lalonde want off to skaia and did a backflip and landed. she kept flying down the road and made sure there was no imp around because she ddint have wepon.

The bantlefield were nice and the plants were singing and the birds and the clods was almost down from the top of the sky. the mood was set for Rose Lalondes quest to help her mother where she was. Rose Lalonde looked around the bantlefield and said "its a good day to do what has to be done by me and help my mother to defeat the enemys".

Rose Lalonde was late so she had to fly really fast. Kanaya was hiden near by so when Rose Lalonde went by kanaya came and wanted to give her hug. Here Rose Lalonde saw the first monster because kanaya was rainbow drinker and had glowing.

"I cant give you hug kanaya" Rose Lalonde said

"Why not?" said Kanaya back to Rose Lalonde.

"Because you are rainbow dirnker" so Rose Lalonde blastle kanaya in the head and drove off thinking "my mother is in trouble" and went faster.

Rose Lalonde had to go faster like the speed of sound and got there fast because mom needed her where she was. Rose Lalonde looked at signs and saw "castles" with someons writing under it saying "u shudnt come here" so Rose Lalonde almost turned around but heard screaming like Mom so she went faster again.

Rose Lalonde flew in and did another flip n jumped off her orb and the orb took out some imps infront of Rose Lalonde. Rose Lalonde smiled and walked fast. Rose Lalonde then looked on the ground and found wand so she pickd it up and fired fast at munstcle beans in front of a house.

Rose Lalonde said "munstcle beans leave this place" and the munstcle beans said "but this is our house" and John Freeman felt sorry for them becaus they couldnt live there anymore because they were zombie goasts so she blew up the house and killed the zombie goasts so they were at piece.

Then Rose Lalonde herd another scream from her mother so she kept walking really faster to get where she was. castles was nothing like the babtkelefields there was no birds singing and the pants were dead and teh dirt was messy and bloody from dead propitians.

When Rose Lalonde got to where the screaming was started from she found her mother Mom Lalonde fightin bec noir and Mom said "Rose! Over here!" so Rose Lalonde went there to where Mom Lalonde was fighting. Rose Lalonde fired her wand from teh gun really fast and the bullets went and shot bec noir in the eyes and bec noir couldnt see.

Mom Lalonde said "its time to end this ones and for all!" and punched bec noir in the face and bec noir was stupid ALREADY D-----------ERose Lalonde said "thanks i could help, mom" and Mom Lalonde said "you should come here earlier next time" and they laughed.

The laughed overed quickly though because Rose yelled "LOOK OUT MOM!" and pointed up to the top of the sky. Mom Lalonde looked up and said "NOO! Rose run out of here fast as you can!" and Rose Lalonde walked real fast out.

Rose Lalonde loked back and saw Mom get steppd on by lord english and she was mad and angry.

"I'll get you back lord english!" Rose Lalonde yelled at the top of lungs.

to be continued..?

NOTE: If fanfiction is srs business for you, then don't open this spoiler.

Best fic of all times

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[Kawa]

Repopulation, part 2: She's Back!

Warning: contains tiny little toddlershu.

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Haha, gotcha! This one starts out with the direct results of, say, one or two more weeks of what nearly got my dumb self banned last time, so I'm playing this one safe and preemptively off-siting it.

Read it on my site.

[Mister Tambourine Man]

TacticGamer, one question:

Did you leave the "John Freeman" in there on purpose?

[Path]

TacticGamer, I knew exactly what that fic was going to be before I even opened the spoiler. I am not disappoint.

Edit: Also, Rose blasting Kanaya in the face makes me want to write Dave Strider, Vampire Hunter Extraordinaire. Actually, why wait?


Dave Strider, Vampire Hunter Extraordinaire
Dave Strider, Vampire Hunter Extraordinaire briefly contemplated on the fact that his spell-checker didn't recognize the word "extraordinaire", while taking a small sip of his awesome surprise apple juice. It was seven in the morning, and he did not have sunglasses on. The sun was dawning, even though it was seven in the morning. Dave Strider knew, though, this
was the work of vampires.

Yep props to anybody who recognizes this one.

[TacticGamer]

TacticGamer, one question:

Did you leave the "John Freeman" in there on purpose?

Yes.

[billybobfred]

Lemme just jump on the badfic bandwagon here...

Quarter-stuck: Halfway to SBURB

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ATUHOR'S NOSE:
TacticGamer (who is online writer like Andrew Huss) said I was writing story called Quarter-stuck: Halfway to SBURB and dontn't know where come but I decide to write anyway.

CHAPTER ONE: WHAT IT MEANS
John Egbrert was studying in his was studying labratoried.
Fellow ectobiologist cow-orker Dave said "John Egbertt what are you working on"
"UI have discovered new radoactive ectogene but it is so vollatile that it does not get home-stuck but quarter-stuck so we must observe with hasty"
Juts then an imp went on Daves head OH NO WHERE DID IMP COME FROM!
JHohn wents to get his hammerb ut it was missing so hhad to borrow a claymore sword. He hits teh imp and Dave was okay but his head was bruised
"Watch where you swings at me just kidding thanks"
" HAha" They laughed
"Whait oh no where id ectogen?"
"UIt is been stoled!"

CHAPTER TWO: THEY REVOCER TEH ECTROGENE BUT THEY DON'T
John and Dave arrived at the alien scene where a bad guy from the comic said "I have take the ectogene and it will cause reckoning!"
"NO, NOT ALL OF LOHAC!" Which swas target of where they were and it was nice place and my friend lives there.
"IF YOU DO NOT AGREE TO MY DEMANS"
"TOO LATE" and the ectogene got quarterstuck and teh room was slowly become craterize
"Ew must escapes out of here fastly" but Dave was already blowed to smitheroons.

CHAPTER THREE: DESTRUACTION IS IMMINANT
"This is John Egbert how do we contain teh reckoning? I know!"
And he used portals to push henemy meteors into a portal so LOHAC wouldnt get hit and it would only go off harmless in Atlantic ocean.
"Hooray I scucceeded at winning the mission"
"Not so fast, Mr. John"

What happens next? You deiside!

Tahnks for reading please buy my book i am poor

[catastrophicGenesis]

...Must not write about Rose Enoby Dark'ness Dementia Lalonde Way. Even if Rose has gone rather goffik.

[Graven_Image]

I for one find the very idea of deliberately bad fanfiction to be an affront to the existence of literature everywhere, both official and not.

What I'm trying to say is, trolling fics grind my gears.

[anonymousComrade]

...Must not write about Rose Enoby Dark'ness Dementia Lalonde Way. Even if Rose has gone rather goffik.

I'm having trouble resisting the urge to reveal John was an imp, myself

[Nox]

...Must not write about Rose Enoby Dark'ness Dementia Lalonde Way. Even if Rose has gone rather goffik.

Don't you dare! I swear if someone writes a Homestuck 'My Immortal' fic I will flip the fuck out.

I'll do an acrobatic freak out flip through the air and win a trophy. And then...

Then, as revenge, I'll write the saddest story I can to crush your souls.

[billybobfred]

Don't you dare! I swear if someone writes a Homestuck 'My Immortal' fic I will flip the fuck out.

Someone on mspachan already did, with Vriska as TaEbory. Let me see if I can find it.

eta: you may commence fuck-flipping

[ceruleanTresses]

I would contribute to the deliberately awful fanfic shenanigans, but I think I pretty much covered that with Blood and Bloodless.

Then again, there are other fandoms. Perhaps the time has come for Vriska to write self-insert fanfiction of Con Air...

Edit: Oh look, someone suggested that in the thread with the My Immortal thing! It's probably already been done, then. But still.

[Mirdan]

Perhaps the time has come for Vriska to write self-insert fanfiction of Con Air...

I actually wouldn't mind seeing this.

[ceruleanTresses]

You do realize that this would require me to watch Con Air. *Horrified gasps all around*

That, or watch the first five minutes of it, and have Marquise Spinneret Mindfang just show up and sweep Nicolas Cage off his feet before he even gets on the plane.

Edit: Aww, Netflix doesn't stream it...

[Hero Parker]

Perhaps the time has come for Vriska to write self-insert fanfiction of Con Air...

I actually wouldn't mind seeing this.

Well, Von Fawn made a verbal parody....

[Mirdan]

Well, Von Fawn made a verbal parody....

ooooooooh, Hero Parker~

[ceruleanTresses]

Well, Von Fawn made a verbal parody....

Ahahahaha, this is awesome.

[Nox]

Geck...ralgh....fifbluk...grlaaaargh...

...

...some people can read bad and deliberately bad fics and enjoy them because they're bad...I'm not one of these individuals.

...I swear...I'm THIS close to cracking...

[ceruleanTresses]

I couldn't resist getting in on the horrible fanfic crossover shenanigans. Anyone familiar with this one? If not, you should check out the dramatic readings on Youtube.

My Inner Life

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I Lived My Entire Childhood With Link On Prospit. All Stemming From A Series Of Dreams. Dreams That I Want To Have. Dreams That I Make Happen. From The First Day I Met Him To The Birth Of Our New Mother Grub To Even The Days When Link And I Prepared Ourselves In The Event That The Black King Should Return. This Book Is Based On My Inner Life. A Second Life Lived In A Far Away Tower On A Golden Moon In Another Dimension. A Tale Of Matespritship Passion Despair And Hope. I Enjoyed My Inner Life. I Looked Forward To Going To Sleep To It Every Night. And I Look Forward To Ones That Will Come Because Love Will Never Die.

(THIS IS STUPID.)

[Hero Parker]

Geck...ralgh....fifbluk...grlaaaargh...

...

...some people can read bad and deliberately bad fics and enjoy them because they're bad...I'm not one of these individuals.

...I swear...I'm THIS close to cracking...

Soooooo, bad fanfics are your bane? >83

Heh. heh. heeeehhhh.

[battlerek]

Another Crew: Auction

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Contrary to what the movies portrayed, about thirty percent of the things any gang looking to move up in the echeladder of organized crime was recording and analyzing everything else they did. It paid to consider and record what you did , since it gave you some perspective on what you were going to do next. The successful criminal organization was idealy made up of just as many beaurocrats as they were of murderous thugs.

This was were Diamonds Droog's lackeys excelled. None of them were tough bastards like the ones the Crew used when they needed muscle for larger operations, nor were they particularly intimidating or dangerous-looking. No, they were smart, imaginative men and women who had a knack for figuring things out and predicting when it was the right moment to kill everyone in the room. And right now they and Droog were going through ledgers.

The room was filled with stacks of books, as well as people reading them. Hours upon hours of poring through records had already been spent, but Droog had told them that they haven't found what they needed yet. It took them roughly half a day to find whatever it was that Droog needed, and when they showed the uncovered information to Droog she actually smiled. Droog's lackeys would later swear that it was the creepiest thing they ever saw.

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The auction house was located in one of the ritzier portions of the city. Most of the upper class came here to buy whatever worthless trinkets they felt like collecting this week, as well as to one-up each other by wearing gaudy, over-expensive clothes and jewelry.

Right now there was mingling happening, as it always does in events like this. People drifted from group to group, chatting about new acquisitions, stock figures, last month's trip to that lovely island in the pacific where the natives performed the funniest trick you'd ever done with chickens and durians, and of course, horribly incompetent servants.

"I say, boy, I asked for a cocktail, what is this!?" A fat old man droned. "Answer me!"

"Uh, a cocktail, sir?"

"No, it is not!" The obviously insulted man spilt the contents of his drink all over the servant's head. "Where is the funny umbrela that happens to edible, hmm!? How dare you call this a cocktail, boy, how dare you!?"

"Sorry, sir."

"I should have you fired!"

"I'm going to chop your head off."

"What was that!?"

"Nothing, sir."

"As I thought. Run along, before, I decide to retract my mercy."

Mumbling to himself, the servant went back to the kitchen to get more drinks as well as to replace his shirt. Hazards like this came with the job, and the only blessing was that the rich generally forgot about trifles like this in a flash.

The city's idle rich continued to party, until it was time to begin the auction. Tonight was going to be an interesting one, they've been told: A couple of rare gems were up for auction today, as well as a mystery item that's apparently worth several million. What fun they would have, throwing their money around for completely useless shit they didn't need!

Or so it was, until a friendly looking young man, wearing a casual suit with his sleeves rolled up walked up to the podium with an unsually large gavel. "Evening folks! How are you doing!?"

"Who are you, and what have you done!?" Yelled one of the rich men.

"Nothing really folks, just trying out this whole auction business!"

"Where is the Master Bidder!? I demand to know where he is!?"

"Oh you rich people and your questions!" Spades Slick laughed. "Well, he's got a head cold, you see? Kept sneezing blood all over the place, so I took over! So, how do you do this thing!?"

"This is an outrage!"

"Come on, can't you give the new guy a break!? At least let me introduce the first item! Boxcars, let's show the good people what they'll be bidding for tonight!"

Hearts Boxcars, still in his drying butler suit, pushed a trolley into the room. Tied to the trolley was a bloody man, semi-conscious. He looked quite terrified.

"First off you'll be bidding for the life of the Master Bidder! Betting starts at 30,000!"

The crowd exploded in a mixture of outrage and fear. Some tried to leave the hall, but found it was locked. A couple of tied-up servants followed by men with guns stepped out of the kitchen.

"Aw, come on everybody!? Doesn't anyone want to save the life of poor Bidder here!?"

"You will cease this tomfoolery this instant!" An old businessman pulled a hand gun out of his pocket, and was shot to death by Boxcars for his trouble.

"Not really cutting your head off, but I can do that later."

"No one? Really? How sad, Mr. Bidder!" Slick's shoulders slumped, before straightening up again. "Going once!" He struck the man with the gavel in the head. "Twice!" Another blow to the head. "Sold! To the grim reaper, for a grand total of nothing!" The contents of the Bidder's head spilled on the floor.

The crowd fell to chaos, but was quickly cowed by the sound of machine guns firing.

"So, got your attention now, everyone!? Slick looked at the frightened rich men and their wives. Oh it would be so fun to see the look on their faces when he cracked their skulls, but Droog had told him not to. They were more useful alive than dead, she said. "Good! Now I'm going to give you all a chance to live, maybe even throw in some scars you can tell your grandkids. What I want is for you good people to give ALL your money to the Midnight Crew Neighborhood Watch program! It's a charity, folks! I only hope that you find it in your hearts to give your money to a noble cause!"

Hearts Boxcars and some of the thugs began walking around, holding bags that were quickly filled with jewelry, money, and in one case a fake wig. It was a good haul, all things considered, but this wasn't why they were here.


At the back of the auction house, where all the expensive items were stored waiting to be sold to the highest bidder, was Diamonds Droog. Currently she was examining a box made of fine wood that was supposed to go with tonight's mystery item, which was a some exotic ball thing or whatever. Right now the only thing that she desired was this box-

Which she couldn't get if her right arm was shot up.

"Damn it." She cursed. Droog scrambled for her cellphone and contacted Clubs Deuce. "Deuce, what the hell's happening!?"

Outside, Clubs Deuce was pinned down behind the Midnight Crew's car. All of the thugs guarding the back of the auction house were dead, and she might've been too if she didn't got to cover in time. Worse, these guys had ammo, plenty of it. "Sorry Droog! They've got lots of big guns and they ambushed us and they shot up everyone and I'm alone and I can't shoot because they keep shooting! I think one guy got in."

Droog crouched down and hid behind a sarcophagus. She pulled her needlewand out of her pocket and gave a quick glance to whoever it was that was shooting her.

A woman, in a coat and fedora and revolver walked towards the sarcophagus, revolver aimed at the sarcophagus, dared Droog to walk out of cover.

"Problem Sleuth." Droog contacted Slick. "Get back here, Sleuth's trying to shoot me and I can't use my good arm."

"Oh, our dear friend Problem Sleuth to the rescue you say? Haha, wait there Droog, I'm going to go meet our good friend!"

"Give up the chessboard, Droog!" Sleuth yelled. "I got you right where I want you!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Sleuth." Droog said, trying to keep down the edge in her voice. It was hard to keep yourself calm when you were up against someone like Problem Sleuth.

"Too bad." 8 pieces of die were thrown to the ground. 3,4,1,7,4,5,7,8.

Nothing happened. Sleuth swore under her breath, and at that moment Droog appeared at the other side of the sarcophagus and shot her with a lance of black energy. Problem Sleuth jumped out of the way, the blast only grazing her, but it was enough to cause some burns on her flesh. Sleuth raised her revolver to fire, but she knew it was futile: While shooting a gun was just as easy to do as using a needlewand, all Droog has to do was to think and she'd be dead, while she needed a split second to pull the trigger.

Luck was on her side, though. Roots began to grow out of the ground and entangled Droog. She tried to point the wand at Problem Sleuth, but the roots had already covered her entire arm and now she couldn't even aim her weapon.

Sleuth stood up and went towards the chessboard, still lying next to the sarcophagus. As she picked the box up, her luck ran out.

Spades Slick emerged from the shadows and almost hit Sleuth's leg. Well maybe she still had some luck left. Slick hadn't fired yet, but he was carrying a gavel in his hand. Typical of the man to do things close and personal.

"Fancy meeting you here, Slick." Sleuth fired her gun, hitting Slick's shoulder

"Sleuth, dollface, I'm disappointed." Slick frowned. He continued to walk,the bullet not really doing anything to slow him down. He fired his gun, and grazed Sleuth's hand. It was enough to make her let go. "I didn't expect the best detective in the city to resort to petty thievery. Cases drying up?"

"Well what can I say." Sleuth shrugged. Best to play along with this psycopath. "Gotta diversify."

"Haha, if that's the case, then I'll buy that box of yours. Come on, I'll give ya a sack of rich people stuff for your trouble."

"Sorry Slick." Sleuth stepped back a few meters. "Have to decline on that offer. My boss is paying a lot more."

"Too bad. Looks like I'll have to play another round of 'break the spinal cord' with you again."

To Spades Slick's surprise, Problem Sleuth smiled. "'Well ain't that a kick in the head!" Sleuth kicked her dice on the floor, which to lady luck counts as a re-roll. She got 1,1,6,4,8,1,3,5.

No one knew what exactly happened next. All Sleuth remembered was complete darkness that covered everything , and intense heat. But when the shadows receded she saw the lack of Droog in the mess of vines, as well as a lack of Spades Slick and a lack of all-important macguffin. There was however, a presence of minor but still painful injuries, a presence of cops who arrived just in time to get blocked by the crew's cronies while they high-tailed it, and a presence of some very angry and confused rich idiots trying to air their grievances to her.

And yet despite that, Sleuth couldn't help but smile. Luck was still on her side she believed, and she even managed to sneak off with some useless sphere thingy that would look perfect in her office. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

A/N

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Well that took longer than expected. I was actually exploring some other ideas to use for this chapter, like focusing more on exposition than the crew threatening rich people, but I figured the latter would be more fun.

[Path]

Every gang is immediately more threatening when they mimic the Joker. It hadn't occured to me just how fucking creepy John/Slick could sound when he's having a good time. Psychopaths who think they're stand-up comedians: best kind of crazy?

(Of course I don't think that. They're the second-best kind of crazy after humourless subtle psychopaths. Now you know why I can't leave Droog alone.)

[C20710]

Hey Path...what kind of crazy does that make me then? btw, I've littered your hotmail with emails just fyi. Also, the ludicrosity in Serious Business seems to have died and with the next emotional meteor set to crash in six hours, I think I'll have some inspiration to keep writing.

Writing or...well, something on the ice cream/Rozen Maiden axis. Also pizza. Yes, pizza and fanfic and dolls.

To the awesome fic writers here, I vow to return and do some seriously overdue posting. SRSLY OVERDO.

[Path]

Hey Path...what kind of crazy does that make me then?

Since I judge such things on the Batman Scale of Madness (see my John + Slick = Joker statement and my veiled segue to Droog (obviously implying a Mr. Freeze connection)), firmly in the Clock King sector.

[C20710]

Since I judge such things on the Batman Scale of Madness (see my John + Slick = Joker statement and my veiled segue to Droog (obviously implying a Mr. Freeze connection)), firmly in the Clock King sector.

I don't know anything about this Batman thing, or what part of your reference is obvious, and the only clock king I regard as a true monarch is Strawberry Clock (King of the Newgrounds Portal). You're strange Path. It makes me look more normal by comparison. Thank you for that.

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:p

edit: stupidest top of page post ever. Everybody boo me please.