| Subject: Here's episode two. (I think it's better than Episode 1.) Episode 2 Inside! |
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Date Posted: 16:57:31 07/02/09 Thu
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's message, "The Neela and Bronte Parody" on 16:35:43 04/04/09 Sat
The Neela and Bronte Parody: Episode 2
Somewhere in the far reaches of the Real World, the keys of a keyboard clicked and clacked to the rhythm of typing. The typer happened to be a young girl in her teens. Short, light brown hair framed a narrow face lightly dusted with freckles. Her eyes were a dull brown, but they shut quickly as she paused for a moment to think. After all, this was the second episode in her parody for a favorite book series and it needed a lot of thought.
The only problem was that she needed another joke to poke fun at the Twilight Series. Twipotters? No, that had already been used. Rabid Fangirls? Nope, too overused. Point out the similarities between glitter and sparkles? Definitely not. That joke was dead and deserved a long rest in a coffin, no pun intended. Twiplotters? N—wait. Although it sounded similar to Twipotters, with just a few tweaks it just might work. She opened her eyes and began to type once more, until a small, furry paw gently stopped one of her hands.
“Augh!” yelped the startled teenager and she drew her hands away from the keyboard as if they had been burned. She looked around and saw two small animals she identified as otters sitting on the desk, (upon which her computer was placed), both staring at her intently. As soon as she recognized them, the girl relaxed visibly.
“Oh. You two again. What do you want this time? I need to get the rest of your parody up sharpish.”
One of the otters, a young female Dibbun named Neela, stood on the desk so that her face could be level with the sitting teen’s.
“We have … complaints.” Neela announced slowly.
“Complaints?” The human looked baffled. “From who? Everyone who read it seemed to enjoy your new parody, unless they were just trying to be polite.”
The other otter, Neela’s twin brother Bronte, jumped onto the keyboard, ignoring the fact that he had just made about five errors in the parody document.
“The complaints aren’t from the readers, missy. They’re from us.”
Quite surprisingly, the girl began to laugh. After about a minute of this, something clicked as she looked at the otters, (who were looking at her as if she was a raving lunatic).
“Wait… You’re joking, right?” she asked them nervously. “I mean, you’re really just figments of my imagination. You’re also my demi-muses. You can’t possibly have complaints.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” drawled Bronte. In the time that his writer had spent laughing, he had chosen to sit instead of stand on the keyboard, adding quite a few more errors to the document behind him.
Neela nodded in agreement. “Because we are your demi-muses and figments of your imagination…”
“…We know everything about you,” finished Bronte. The twins began listing off things that they knew, starting with Neela.
“We know your deepest, darkest secrets…”
“Your worst fears…”
“Your real name…”
“We know where you live…
“Your report card grades…”
“Your least favorite bubblegum flavor…”
By this time, the girl looked a little frightened. She cut them off before they could go on.
“So, you know all about me. How could your knowledge possibly hurt me?”
Her demi-muses exchanged glances.
“We might just ‘accidentally’ let one of these things…” she gestured with one of her forepaws, “slip.”
“Like in one of these parodies,” added Bronte.
“For all the world to see,” Neela couldn’t resist saying.
“After all,” said Bronte mischievously, “wouldn’t the world just love to know that your real name is—“
“Alright, alright. I get it,” the girl said quickly. She was blushing in embarrassment.
“What are your complaints?”
Neela and Bronte gave each other a high-five before beginning.
“First of all,” started Neela, “We want you to change that ghastly author-insert name, ‘Auth’. If you don’t want your real name there, then at least use your fanfiction name. After all, this is technically fanfiction.”
The teen, (known as ‘Auth’ in the parody), gnawed one of her fingernails before answering.
“My fanfiction name is Aris. Will that work?” she asked Neela.
Neela nodded and Bronte voiced the next complaint to Auth-now-known-as-Aris.
“Second, we Dibbuns can ‘talks like dis to ar eldahs an’ fwends if’n we wants to.’” He looked at Aris. “You can’t stop us from using Dibbun-speech. Ever.”
“Third,” It was Neela who spoke. “Give the other Dibbuns in the parody more funny parts and speaking parts. Don’t always cast the limelight on us three.”
“Fourth and finally,” began Bronte after Neela had finished, “You really need to loosen up and use your better humor skills. You’re only using mostly wit and smarts humor. Nerd humor. Use a mix and it will be funnier. Use a mix of smart, stupid, slap-stick, random, dark, pun, and sarcastic humor and our parody just might be a hit. Believe me, I use this advice all the time to clown around. It might work.”
Aris mulled all of these things over then suddenly shooed Bronte off the keyboard. With a few clicks, she deleted the second episode document. The twins gave each other high-fives again. Aris then pulled out a modest stack of lined paper and a pencil from a nearby drawer and motioned for her demi-muses to come next to her.
“I suppose you’re right,” she told them sternly. “However, now you have to make up for your complaints by helping me with the newest parody.”
“Can we include a hyper Songwind and Neela?” asked Bronte.
“And a pyromaniac club formed by Bronte and Skystar?” added Neela with a smile.
“With Lissi trying to keep everything in order while I’m gone, and then she goes crazy and takes drastic measures to stop you all?” suggested Aris, a half-grin forming on her face. Both Neela and Bronte nodded eagerly.
“Well, I suppose that would all work,” the girl said slowly, and then she began writing, pausing only for more brainstorming with her strange demi-muses. There would be much better parodies from her from now on.
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A/N: This one was a little bit more poetic and sappy, but I had to get it written out. Hopefully, the next parody will go as planned. This is more of a story than a parody, if you haven’t noticed, because I want to test my writing skills though story parodies. Anyway, this was the second episode and I will try to write the third one ASAP.
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