Truth or Dare II
by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
I keep forgetting for some reason...uh...please don't
throw things at me...I come bearing a really silly off the wall
pointless fic as an apology....
This is the continuation of a fic I wrote on the SH22 message
board. So if you're confused (which you probably will be, considering
I am as well), uh, you can go there and read it. It's called "Truth
Mary was an ordinary girl who had just had an extraordinary
experience. Fourteen characters from various books and cartoon shows
had suddenly appeared in her room, where she and thirteen of them
had played a rousing game of Truth or Dare. However, the last dare
was given to her, and since she couldn't perform it, she had to
declare her undying love for the fourteenth character (Severus Snape,
ewwww!!!). Right after she did that, she woke up and thought it was
all a dream. However, the table they had all been sitting at (except
for Snape who was in the corner grading Gryffindor fifth year
Potions work) was still there!
Oh man! she thought, Oh well, if it wasn't a dream, at least
I don't have to face those guys anymore.
As she thought this, she and the table (with chairs, of
course) disappeared. Oh, the bed did, too, for some reason. (Hey,
it's my story.) Okay, okay, never mind. The bed stayed.
Dr. Erika Slate sighed as she watched Rusty playing his new
video game. It was the eighteenth time he had played it from the
beginning this month. There had been absolutely no emergencies for
the last eight weeks, and while that should be a good thing, she
felt that she was going to slowly lose her sanity if something
didn't happen. Even if it was just a power outage. (At least, that
would keep her from hearing "Place your weapons on the ground before
I blow your hide sky-high, Vantron!" one more time). She really
should listen to that old adage "Be careful what you wish for."
Almost at once, the power went out (with a disgruntled yelp
from Rusty), and fourteen strange characters landed in a heap on the
floor of the lab. The lights flickered for a minute as the backup
generator kicked on, then came back full force.
One of the figures stood up. He had greasy hair and a sallow
complexion. His left eye was twitching, and he was glaring at three
of the other figures, children, from what Slate could tell.
"Not only do you perform a dangerous, and therefore illegal
for students to use, spell, but you also get it wrong! That will be
another two hundred points from Gryffindor!"
"Hey, what's all the yelling about?" Rusty asked, coming in.
The other figures had sorted themselves out and were now
standing up, dusting themselves off. One of them, a man who wore a
deerstalker hat and Inverness coat, was counting everyone.
"Hmm..it would appear that we are missing somebody."
"Who?" one of the three children the greasy man had been
glaring at asked. It was a boy with bright red hair. The other two
were a girl, with bushy brown hair, and a boy with messy black hair
Another was looking around. "Where's Mary?"
A man wearing Victorian finery sneered, "Who cares?"
Rusty walked over to them, with a concerned expression. "Hey,
maybe I can help! That is my job you know, and I'm pretty darn good
While he was speaking, another figure fell from out of
nowhere and landed on the floor with a sickening thud. "Owww...whose
idea was this anyway?" It was a girl, older than the other two, but
younger than the woman standing next to the man in the Inverness.
Slate shook her head and walked over to them. "Hello, I'm Dr.
Erika Slate. Who are you and how did you get here?"
The girl who had just arrived groaned and muttered something
about obsessions and then stuck out her hand. "Hi my name is Mary
and uh..that's Sherlock Holmes, Beth Lestrade, the nasty greasy
slimy git is Severus Snape, oh, and I do not love him no matter what
anybody says. And uh, that's Deidre and Wiggins and Tennyson -- he
can't talk or walk, or hear without his hearing aids -- and, uh...
that boy with the glasses is, uh...oh, yeah, Harry Potter, the
redhead is Ron Weasley, the robot is Watson, the other really nasty
guy is Moriarty -- he's in love with Lestrade but won't admit it --
so is Holmes by the way, but Lestrade loves him back. And...am I
leaving anybody out? Oh yeah, this is Frodo. He's a hobbit. And I
hate him, because he gave me a really bad dare and I had to say that
I was in love with Snape."
Slate blinked and wondered how Mary had managed to say all
that without taking a breath. "Okay, so how did you get here?"
Snape sneered. "That does not concern you, Muggle."
"Hey! How dare you call Dr. Slate a Muggle! She is not a
Muggle!" Rusty exclaimed. Then -- "Uh..what's a Muggle?"
Mary chuckled. "Aww. Now, where were we? Oh yeah, my turn."
To Slate she said, "We're playing Truth or Dare. Wanna join?"
Well, should I continue or no? Too weird for anybody? I
know it doesn't make sense, but I can promise you....it won't in
the end either....
Okay it is the end. I couldn't go all the way to Z. Oh, well.
Okay, does anybody want to go in with me and write a
Christmas fic? Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org if you're
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