Ysa's Extremely Cracky Fic Corner

[Danicca Waylan]

This is a place for me to drop everything that isn't

• A Challenge Entry

or

• Something for the Friends-verse or other such thread-established 'verses.

Most of it will be crazy. Very little of it will be complete. All of it will be made of crack.

So if none of that put you off, read on.

Enjoy. ;D.

[Danicca Waylan]

Destination Imagination Creation: Part One

Two girls in a room, staring at each other. One sitting with wide eyes half-obscured by crooked blue-framed glasses, long hair in a braid, and her much-too-big sweater making her look a bit smaller than she was. The other standing with narrowed eyes behind what can only be described at this time as hipster glasses, short dark hair spiked on one side and left in a wide-and-long curl on the other, a tight black shirt reading "Underestimated? Unlikely".

Both stared at each other for a good thirty seconds before the wide-eyed girl lifted a finger and pointed, quiet voice level despite her shock as she stated simply, "You're not supposed to exist."

The other girl snorted, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. "Not without you, Sweets. Thanks for thinking of me hard enough."

"But--well, but Dani. You're fictional. I write what you say. This isn't... Oh, Dios, nevermind. I know you've been in my head, so you were about to say my mantra." Ysa took off her glasses and rubbed her temples. Dani was the one character of hers that could annoy her and amuse her at once. No other character was as fun and infuriating to work with.

"So you do know me. And you admit I exist." Dani sounded smug.

Ysa covered her head with her arms for a moment, groaning softly before focusing back on the not-so-fictional-after-all girl in front of her. "Yes, Danicca. I admit you exist. Happy?" She wanted to say more, but couldn't figure out what to say before Dani was speaking again.

"I would be if you could get Sunshine here with me. Which, by the way, very cruel. Your little plan for after I graduate?" Dani uncrossed her arms and made her way over to the younger girl, making Ysa flinch. "Oh, stop being a baby."

Ysa glared up at her creation and instantly regretted ever letting Jean become anything past a scribble on a notebook when she was nine. "Three things, Dani. One, do not ever call me a baby again or so help me I will break you up with Robbie before you can say 'Kidding'. Two, I think getting Robbie to the real world would make him appear in Malaysia somewhere, since you appeared here instead of Vermont somewhere. If I could get Nu over here I totally would, believe me." She grabbed for the giant stuffed kitty sitting next to her and hugged him tight, her chin resting on top of his head. "Three, that's very selfish of you to be thinking of your boyfriend and not your brother. This is why you have zero friends that I can think of anymore."

Dani grabbed hold of Ysa's braid and studied it. Considered pulling it and dragging this little feather of a girl across the world. Ysa guessed what she was thinking easily enough. "Please don't. Not only would that be instant Amber alert, that would accomplish nothing once you got to the East coast and had to get me aboard a plane or a boat. Trust me, way more trouble than it's worth."

"I thought you didn't stand up to people." She used the other girl's voice, which was more than a little creepy.

"This is different. I stand up to you all the time, in here. And I know you can't hurt me." The near-blonde tapped her head a few times. In all honesty, she was surprised Dani hadn't made her cry yet.

"Wanna bet? I can probably--"

Ysa spoke as Dani did, eyes closed as she cuddled Watson(the kitty), and even finished what Dani had been about to say once the brunette trailed off in frustration. "Pick me up, toss me across the room, grab my by that pretty little hair of mine, and punch me twice before I blink?"

A sigh was heard, and Ysa opened her eyes. "I know you well enough, Dani, to know that this ain't a fight you feel right starting. Because you know there's nothin' I can do. I'm confused as you."

Huff. Grumble. Finally, Dani spoke with a frustrated tone. "So now what?"

"Now, we research and hope that I don't think hard enough of Gert or Ivan next. Talking makes me tired, so just sit here please." She pointed to the spot on the day bed next to her, the one no longer taken up by Watson and not taken up by one of five notebooks.

Dani did so, examining the notebook closest her. "You know, Hope is way too fun to mess with for someone you haven't finished yet. Except she's so damn mother-y."

"I know."