As he drove along the highway toward home, Frank was deep in thought. Meanwhile, Katie was sticking her head out the window like a little dog. "Wheeee! Go faster, Frank!" she cried. "Katie, I'm already going 70 miles an hour, I can't very well-" "Go 75! No, 80! The speed limit here's only 65... Pleeeeeeeease?" she said, pouting. Frank gritted his teeth, a habit he thought he lost at age 14. It was going to be a long drive. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Project Chibification A creation of Lady Brick Chapter 14: Dial D for Deception by Dayglo +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Otaku Force: The Mini-van drove considerably more slowly along the road, its driver the kind of guy who didn't appreciate a speeding ticket on his record, thank you very much. Cecil was in a good mood. That is, considering the fact that it was noon and he hadn't slept in the last 28 hours, since he was too busy wandering around, lost in a castle while confronting abnormally strong yet incompetant villians, being injured, and running for his dear life. He was staying sane and awake by virtue of Deedee's (not so well hidden) emergancy supply of pixi stix. Anna, on the other hand, was _not_ in a good mood. In fact, she was beyond irritable, way past annoyed, and about two miles south of seething. This was a direct result of the above-mentioned circumstances, as well as having to sit in the middle of the front seat, between Brett and Cecil. Add in sun in the eyes, no leg room, a bumpy road and various bruises on her person, and... well lets just say Anna was displeased. Cecil, failing to notice his companion's state of unhappiness, did what any normal person would do in his situation: he turned on the radio. Or, rather, he would have, if his hand wasn't suddenly crushed in Anna's iron grip. Cecil turned toward her to protest, but quickly changed his mind upon seeing her expression. Cecil snatched his hand away and turned back to watch the highway. After scootching away until he was firmly pressed against the van door, of course. All of this escaped Deedee and Rosa, who were sprawled unceremoniously on the van floor (unlike most mini-vans, the backseats of OF:TMV had been removed to make more space for equipment). Rosa was out cold thanks to a nasty blow to the head, while Deedee was sleeping simply because of exhaustion. Either way, both were fast asleep, with the skinny form of Commander Fuzz curled up between them. To the untrained eye, it was a Kodak moment: two friends taking a nap with an adorable cat. To anyone who knew the pair, it was a disaster waiting to happen. To Brett's eye, it was... lets not get in to that. But his lecherous smile wasn't sitting well with Cecil or Anna. "Get that stupid grin off your face, Brett," Anna growled. "You seem tense, Anna dear, would you like a shoulder massage? Back massage? Full-body massage?" he replied cooly, without changing expression. Anna rolled her eyes. "You know what? Fine, whatever, do what you want, I don't care," Anna muttered, crossing her arms. Brett started to massage her shoulders, and Anna responded by driving her elbow backwards, into his stomach. "I didn't mean _that_, baka!" she shouted. Any further conversation was cut short by some mumbling and shifting around from the back of the van. Cecil, Brett and Anna turned to stare in horror at the waking girls, not wanting to deal with Rosa quite so soon. "Now look what you did!" Cecil hissed at Anna. "Shhhhh!" Anna responded. she and Brett held their breath, minds racing to find a solution, should Rosa wake up. Their eyes fell on the tazer at the same time. Unfortunately, said tazer just happenned to be hanging on the wall, directly beside Rosa's twitching hand, but out of reach of anyone else. All of this movement and noise, of course, woke up Commander Fuzz. "Bloody 'ell! I was just trying to have a kip, when these--" he was silenced by Anna's menacing glare. Which suddenly turned to a smile. Fuzz wasn't sure which was more frightening. "Commander Fuzz, I need you to do something. See that tazer over there? I need you to climb up there, get it, and bring it over to me, without waking up Rosa. Okay?" Anna instructed. Commander Fuzz shook his head resolutely. "There's no way in 'ell I'm doing something so stupid for nowt!" he said, twitching his tail in annoyance. "Umm... what?" Anna said, scratching her head. "What will you give me for it?" Fuzz said, exasperated. "How about... a 12lb turkey? With a... shrimp ring?" Anna offered, eyes darting from Commander Fuzz to the rapidly waking up Rosa. Fuzz shook his head. "What if I add... a dozen cans of tuna?" Again, no deal. "Two dozen?" "How about if I throw in a full set of the rare hentai dojinshi, Sailor Moon X?" Brett said, raising his eyebrow. At this, Commander Fuzz nodded, smiling. Anna stared at him, shocked. "What? Luna's hot." Anna blink-blinked; Brett just smirked. As Commander Fuzz started to pad carefully over to the taser, Rosa's stirring increased, until her eyelids began to flutter. Commander Fuzz was climbing over her arm when Rosa finally awoke, and was flung forward by it as she she bolted upright. He smacked into the back of the front seat, momentarily dazed. Rosa, now fully awake, looked around, frantically searching for some kind of weapon. She snatched the nearby taser and leveled it at the first target she could see: Anna. "Nobody move! Cecil, pull over to the side of the road," Rosa said loudly, doing her best Scully impression. Cecil quickly stopped the van on the highway's gravel shoulder (Safe driving 1, Overly dramatic car fight scenes at high speed, 0). Still pointing the tazer at Anna, Rosa scanned the van for anything pink. This distraction gave Commander Fuzz the advantage he needed. Rosa turned her head to see a furry orange ball of righteous fury, flying at her face with claws extended. With an eep, she ducked, and Fuzz landed on Deedee's stomach, digging his claws in. Deedee shot up with a scream, her wig flying off to hit Brett in the face. Her momentum carried her forward, to smack heads with Rosa. The moment Deedee's pink hair grazed Rosa's face, the X-phile shifted into mecha form. Fortunately for the other inhabitants of the van, the blow had been enough to knock her out, and she crashed to the floor, her left rocket launcher denting it permanently. Deedee swayed for a moment, then collapsed on top of Rosa, out cold. "Well, that could have gone better," Brett muttered, pulling the wig off his face. Anna nodded in agreement. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ And so, life was back to normal for Eugene. He was still a giant green Superyoumageneral with plans for world domination (although he would settle for at least getting a girlfriend, preferably someone as utterly eeevil as himself). However, now that Mom and Dad were home, he was reduced to plotting from his room, without dinner (his mother's typical punishment for being a talking back). "If only I had some Sauce... then I wouldn't have to worry about stuff like not having supper," Eugene said glumly. His desk lamp blinked reassuringly. "I know, I know. That's the same thing Mom always says. But what can I do, really?" Blinkblink-blinkblink-blink-blink-blinkblink? "Are you kidding? Dad would ground me for life if I got caught shoplifting!" Blink-blink-blinkblink. "I'd like to, but where would I get the money? Mom cut off my allowance for the next six months. And that's not enough money to get all the Sauce I need." Blink-blink-blinkblink-blink... "That's brilliant, Katsuhito! You're a genius! But who would ever want to hire a Superyoumageneral?" Blink...blinkblink-blink-blinkblink? "The mall? Hmm, it does always seem to be crowded with freaks. But where am I going to work..." Eugene muttered to himself. He looked around his bedroom for ideas. "Hmm, comic book store? Nah... too many people I know. CD store? Too many people who used to beat me up... Men's clothing store? ...How am I going to meet a future dark queen there?... Wait, I know! I can work at Gap!" Blinkblink-blinkblink-blink-blinkblink. "A disguise, eh? That just might work," Eugene remarked, racking his brain for ideas. He still had some wigs left, but he used up all his trench coats in the last evil scheme, taking out the cable company. The only clothes he had left from before the transformation were anime t-shirts and old sweatpants. His parents' closet was definatly off-limits, he didn't need to be any more grounded than he already was. Blinkblink-blink-blink-blink-blink. "You're right! My (shudder) brother! I think he still has some of his old stuff in the attic-- Hey, his clothes might even fit me!" Eugene's older brother was very different from Eugene himself. At 6'2", he was captain of the basketball team and football team. Carl was head of student council and was known as one of the friendliest guys in school. Except, of course, to Eugene. Carl was a totally different person when at home: It was as though it was his job to make Eugene's life a living hell. Up until the day he graduated, Carl refused to talk to or acknowledge his brother at school. Eugene was infinitely grateful that he was going to an out-of-state college (full scholorship, of course), since he couldn't take his cruelty a moment longer. So it was quite natural when Eugene gleefully stole his clothes. And "accidently" incinerated the yearbooks, trophies and photographs in the box. "What are you staring at?" he asked the nearby halogen lamp. Blink-blinkblink-blink. "Gee, thanks for the advice, _Mom_." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Frank pulled his car into the mall's parking lot, where he had agreed to meet Anna and the other Otaku Force members. Checking his watch, he was glad to see that there were only a few minutes until they arrived. Katie was asleep beside him, on the passenger seat. Seeing her so peaceful reminded Frank of how much he missed the old Katie, before the transformation changed her personality. Stifling a yawn, Frank quickly realised just how tired he was. He was struggling to keep his eyes open, each blink threatening to turn into a full-fledged nap. Blurrily, he saw Eugene walk through the doors wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a plaid shirt. As his brain registered the image, Frank forced his eyes open. There was no one in sight. "I guess I'm more sleepy than I thought I was... my mind's playing tricks on me," said Frank, yawning again. He settled into his seat and shut his eyes, soon drifting off into sleep. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Hey Anna, come here," Deedee said, pointing at the car, "You gotta see this, its adorable." Anna peered inside the Honda, to see Katie and Frank asleep, leaning on one another. She raised an eyebrow, then shrugged and began to knock on the window. Deedee frowned. "Don't wake them up! They look too cute." she said, exasperated. Anna shot her an irritated glance and resumed knocking. "What do you suggest we do, Deedee, sit around and wait for them to wake up? They can sleep on the way to headquarters." Anna replied. She knocked louder, but it was to no avail: Frank and Katie were fast asleep. Pounding her fist on the window, Anna let out a string of curses that would make a bishonen blush. "Umm, Anna, I think you better stop that..." Deedee said meekly. "Shut up, Deedee, I don't care how cute they look!" she snapped, turning to face Deedee. And a security guard. "And what exactly is going on here?" he said, looking at Anna critically. Anna opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again when she realised she was speechless. Inwardly kicking herself, Anna smiled weakly. "I'm sorry, sir, my dear sister Anna is a very sick girl," Cecil said, walking up beside Anna and taking her hand, "I turned my back for a second and, well, she did something she wasn't supposed to." Anna squeezed Cecil's hand, sending him a silent thank you. "You should keep a closer eye on her," the security guard said, giving Cecil a pointed look. "Of course, I'm very sorry. Come on, Anna, lets go." Cecil led Anna toward the van, and Deedee followed, flashing an apologetic smile at the security guard. As she hopped inside, the guard caught a glimpse of something big, pink and shiny. He scratched his head and shrugged, walking back inside. As the guard walked away, Anna gave a sigh of relief. She smiled gratefully at Cecil, who blushed a little and smiled back. "Well, it seems like we need a plan to wake them up," Deedee remarked. "A plan? Whatever for?" Brett asked, looking a bit annoyed. "Duh! We can't wake them up by banging on the window! We need to think up an ingenius plan to wake them up," Deedee replied, rolling her eyes. "We could just use this," Brett said, whipping out his cel phone. "What are you going to do? Use your cel phone parts to build a key for the car's door locks?" said Deedee smugly. Brett turned the phone on, seemingly oblivious to Deedee's comments. "I'm calling Frank's cel phone, of course." Brett pressed in the seven digits, and smiled at Deedee. She blushed twelve shades of red and turned to face Anna and Cecil, who were laughing. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ By the time the five otaku, one reporter, big pink mech (covered in a big brown blanket) and cat were all in the mini-van, it was a very cramped place indeed. "What's that in the back?" Frank asked from the front seat. "Its actually--ow!" Deedee didn't get to finish her sentence as Anna jabbed an elbow in her rib. "Its a top secret project we've been working on, for the next convention. So, you know, we can't show you it or tell you anything about it. It's that secret," Anna said, smiling at Frank. He nodded knowingly, then turned back toward the road. "What did you do that for?" Deedee hissed, rubbing her sore stomach. "Sorry, but we can't let Frank know we have Rosa. He doesn't understand how dangerous she is, and he'd probably try to rescue her or something. Besides, it'd just make him more suspicious of us," Anna whispered, leaning toward Deedee. "Oh, okay, but next time can you warn me beforehand? And I'm not gonna forget about you elbowing me," Deedee whispered back. Both girls were starled when Katie stuck her head in between them. "Whatcha talking about?" she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Nevermind, its not very exciting," Anna said, smiling the same fake smile she had smiled at Frank. Katie pouted. "Aww, c'mon, tell me! I'll keep it a secret. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" Katie pleaded, her eyes sparkling. "Umm, Anna was just telling me how cute she thinks Frank is," Deedee said, thinking fast. "WHAT?!!!" Katie wailed, her eyes welling up with tears. Deedee's eyes widened. "No, Deedee, I said... Cecil! I think Cecil is cute," Anna said, smiling at Katie, "Not Frank. No, that's silly, why would I ever say a thing like that, that's crazy." The explaination seemed to do the trick: Katie's tears disappeared as quickly as they had appeared; her expression of fear turned to a sly grin. Deedee and Anna smiled back, nervously. "That's so sweeeeeeeeeet! Anna, I'm going to make sure you get what you want!!!" Katie said, flashing Anna a victory sign, "And don't worry, I'll keep it a secret!" Katie winked at the two girls and returned to her normal sitting position. Deedee and Anna looked at one another and sighed with relief. "We're getting fairly close to headquarters, so its probably about time to put on the blindfolds," Cecil said, grabbing some strips of cloth from the glove compartment. He passed them to Deedee and Brett. Deedee carefully tied one around Frank's eyes, Brett put on Katie's. "Brett-chan, that's waaaaaay too tight! Owie!" Katie whined. Deedee glared at Brett. "Why do you have to be such a hentai?! Let me do it!" she said, pushing Brett out of the way. Deedee's hand brushed against his; her face turned red. She wondered if he noticed her blushing. 'I hate him, so it doesn't really matter, does it?' she reassured herself, 'But I don't want him to notice anyway...' "Deedee, the blindfold?" Brett said, looking quizzically at Deedee. Her eyes widened and she quickly tied it. 'He thinks he's sooo smart, doesn't he?' Deedee thought, 'As though the high-and-mighty bishonen himself never makes a mistake.' "Ha! What a jerk!" Deedee said aloud, smirking. Katie sweatdropped. "What?... Deeeeeedeeeeeeee, you made it too tight!!" Katie whimpered, tugging at the blindfold and squirming. "Oh, Katie! I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me," Deedee said, laughing nervously. She loosened the blindfold and sat back down on the van floor. 'I really hate that guy.' she thought, glancing at Brett. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Candice eyed "Carl" skeptically. Although her resume was amazing, there was something... not right about her. As manager of the local Gap store, Candice took her job seriously, and definatly did _not_ want an employee who might do something crazy on the job. But she tried to ignore her odd feeling, and proceeded with the interview. "What would you say are your best qualities?" asked Candice, smiling kindly at her potential employee. "I'm a very friendly guy. I always say what I think," Eugene paused as he saw a frown cross Candice's face, "Uhh... that is... but I'm nice about it. You know." He was relieved to see the critical manager nod approvingly. After jotting down a few notes on her interview sheet, Candice's gaze returned to Eugene, "And how do you feel you handle crisis situations?" she asked, fiddling with her pen. Eugene pondered this for a moment, trying to remember some recent times of crisis. There was the time he had been captured by Otaku Force and smashed his way out of the building. And then there was that time he had pretty much run away from his fight with Josh. And when he found out his parents were robots, well, he had taken that pretty well. "I usually use decisive action to handle the problem at hand. I'd never run away from a crisis, if someone else would have trouble because of it," Eugene finished, trying to forget the time he had left Katie to drown in the old Sauce factory... "Good, very good," said Candice, nodding again, "Now I'm just going to give you a few hypothetical situations, and I want you to tell me how you would handle each. First, if you saw someone putting a shirt in their backpack and was about to leave the store, what would you do?" Eugene's eyes narrowed, "First, I'd wait til he left the store. Then I'd follow him a little ways, until he got outside. I'd grab him, tie him to one of the benches in front of the mall, and take the shirt back. Oh yeah, and I'd make him watch 50 hours of DiC-dubbed Sailor Moon," Eugene finished, laughing to himself. Candice looked a bit shocked, then regained her composure. "Actually, our policy is usually to just call mall security, but I appreciate your... enthusiasm," Candice said, scribbling notes on her interview sheet furiously. She finished and looked up at Eugene again, who had a bored look on his face. Taking a deep breath, she continued with the interview. Candice soon realised why the old manager left: they didn't pay her enough for this job. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Can I take off the blindfold yet?" Frank asked impatiently, "It's starting to itch." "Just a few more steps and... yup, you can take it off now," Cecil said, as he finished leading Frank into the building and let go of his hand. Frank swiftly removed his uncomfortable blindfold and took in his surroundings. He was in the front room of what was presumably Otaku Force headquarters. The walls were painted a pale blue, and posters from various anime filled each. In front of him was receptionist's desk, to his sides were several comfortable couches. There was a large door to the right of the desk, with a small white "Private" sign on it. Frank's roaming gaze soon fell upon Katie, who was having some trouble with her blindfold. "Arrgghh! I can't get it off!!!!" Katie wailed, tears streaming out from under the blindfold. She was grabbing at the black material while stumbling around awkwardly, before finally ramming into a wall. Her wailing momentarily ceased, while stars danced around her head. Deedee grabbed a camera, seemingly out of nowhere, and snapped a few pictures from various angles. Anna stepped over to where Katie was and removed the blindfold with little difficulty, to reveal small spirals where her eyes would normally be. Deedee snapped a few more pictures. "Looks like she's stunned... we may as well give her the injection now," Anna said, nodding at Cecil. He started to walk toward Katie, when Frank put a hand out to stop him. "Excuse me? An injection?! ...Is that safe? What are you giving her?" he asked, suspicious, "Katie told me about what you people tried on her before, and I don't want that happening again." "Frank, don't worry about Katie," said Anna, picking up the chibified girl, "She was this insane when we brought her in, too. We're just going to give her the same injection we did the first time, to get her back to normal. And if we don't do it now, we'll have to wait until she knocks herself out again, since we really shouldn't use normal drugs to put her to sleep. We know very little about the chibified body and its workings." "Although we do think the body of a superdeformed person is much the same as that of a human, but with smaller organs and such," Cecil added. "And some of us theorize that a chibified organ has a waiwai cute smiley face on it!" Deedee added, beaming. Anna shot her a withering glance. "Deedee, only you think that... Anyway, Frank, if you'd like to go on a tour of the complex with us until the procedure is over, I'm sure it would take your mind off worrying so much," Anna said, gesturing for Cecil to come and take Katie away. "I suppose, as long as you don't do anything weird to Katie. I want to see her as soon as she wakes up, though," Frank said, nodding at Cecil, who gently picked up Katie and carried her out of the room. He watched them leave, wondering if Katie would be alright, if the injection would even work the way they said it would. Frank was startled out of his thoughts by Anna, tapping him on the shoulder. "Ready to have a look around? Or would you rather just have a nap here?" she asked. Frank shook his head. "I don't think I could sleep at a time like this," Frank muttered. He looked at Anna expectantly. "Lead the way," he said, louder. Anna led him out of the room, explaining how the complex was organized. "I guess this means you and I are the only ones left," Brett said, turning to Deedee. He was surprised to see her asleep on one of the reception room couches. He smiled at her peaceful form, so different from her waking personality of perpetual hyperness. He crouched down beside her, watching her breathe in and out at eye level. Remembering her actions just hours before, Brett frowned in contemplation. She hated him so much, yet she was willing to use her much-despised powers to save him... "Deedee, why don't you make any sense?" he murmured, standing up. Brett walked toward the door, and with one last look, left. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Well, Carl, after careful consideration of your interview and past employment record, we've decided that you're not exactly Gap salesperson material," Candice said, glancing at her interview sheet. Eugene's face fell in disappointment. "However, we are very short on staff right now, so perhaps we could use you on the floor for a few months. If you're willing to take such a short-term job," Candice finished, clearly not happy with the situation. Unfortunatly for her, Eugene was thrilled. "Of course I will! I can start right now, even! Any time you want!" he said, his face lighting up with excitement. Candice smiled nervously, and handed Eugene a Gap nametag and headset. He put them on with pride, although the headset didn't really fit around his large scaly head. "Oh, and by the way, do you have any friends who might want to work here? We're really in a crunch right now. Any help is appreciated," Candice asked, not sure whether or not to hope he said yes. Eugene smiled deviously. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Shingo, Katsuhito, Ataru and Keichi sat around playing poker in Eugene's darkened room. Well, dim at least. Since they're all lamps. Suddenly, each was ceased by a sneezing fit. Blink-blinkblink?!!! Blink--blinkblink--blink! Blink-blink-blink. Katsuhito looked sheepish, and scratched the back of his shade in embarrasement. Blink-blink. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The chimney is a dark and very small space. If you're the claustrophobic type, you're probably better off locked in a closet than in a chimney. The only light comes from the sky above, and you're surrounded on all sides by black, thick soot. Not to mention that rats often inhabit chimneys come summertime, and when you're in a space that cramped and dangerous, you can't exactly fight off, or even get away from a rat. No, the chimney is not a pleasant place. But when you're setting up survelliance equipment in a house, its the best place to be. Josh smiled as he made his way down the chimney. He was happy to be returning to his favourite hobby: spying, surveillance, recon. And the fact that it was his mortal enemy made the job even more thrilling for Josh. He had spied on Eugene before, but never on such a major scale. A few mikes, one or two cameras is what he had had before now. However, after fighting Eugene, Josh soon realised that the Superyoumageneral was not to be treated lightly. He was the most dangerous foe Josh had ever faced. And it was of dire importance that Josh find out his weakness, if any. The last battle, Josh surmised, had been intense. If he hadn't had that level-2 transformation, who knows what could have happened. Josh carefully removed a fairly loose brick from the inside of the flue and put his small, heat-resistant microphone in the space. He fitted the brick back into place, and shifted his weight in order to climb back up the chimney. Unfortunatly, any movement at all within a chimney dislodges a fairly large cloud of soot, a fact which Josh was unpleasantly aware of. His resulting coughing fit pretty much blew his cover in the house, as Eugene's parents came running. "Dear, did you hear that?" Josh heard Eugene's mother say. "Sounds like those damn rats are back again," Eugene's father replied, "Go get the broom." Josh struggled to make his way out of the chimney, but soon found he was stuck. He heard Eugene's mother come back into the room. "I couldn't find the broom, so I grabbed you a fire log, some matches and some newspaper. You could just smoke the rats out." Eugene's mother said apologetically. "Works for me," replied Eugene's father. Josh's eyes went wide, as he struggled more to get free. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ All around her was silver. Machinery and assorted ropes and other tools were strewn here and there, and the only light came from a small window high above. There were windows on either side of her, but these were painted black, not allowing light in at all. Rosa was sure she was in some kind of spacecraft, no doubt the aliens, or possibly government agents, would be here any moment to perform horrifying experiments on her. Then Rosa sat up and really looke around. She realised that she wasn't trapped in some kind of futuristic UFO, but, rather, a customized mini-van. Noticing the van was empty, Rosa tried the door. It was open. Grinning like a maniac, she hopped out the back door of the van and landed on her feet. Facing a building she knew all too well: The Otaku Force Complex. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Author's Notes: Finished! Hooray! This chapter was very difficult to write, thanks to a little condition known as writers' block. I really had no idea what I wanted to do, except get everyone away from the last mini plot arc, and at least try to set the basis for another: There are plenty of things to write about: Rosa wreakes havoc? Rosa gets comically knocked out just before she can wreak havoc? Josh gets BBQ'd? Anna gives Frank a tour? Katie's injection goes horribly wrong? Eugene is salesperson of the month? Candice is secretly the sister of Karmen? And so on, and so forth. I wanted to do at least a little bit with each character, and I managed to, so I'm happy. Next time I do a PC part, though, I promise it will be better than this (very rushed) one! There's really not enough humour in this part, but I'm running out of time, and I want to get at least a little sleep tonight. Sorry there's no prereaders, but I only had it half finished on the day it was due (Thank you Illyria for the extension!), and I just finished it now, at 11pm, not including spell-checking. If you liked this part, sign up for Project Chibification and write the next one! If you hated it, sign up and show me how its done!