But seriously, nobody seems to update anymore except Lauckerface with his Tumblr photoblog thing (unless Fanderson does so on her Tumblr thingy too, which I don't check anymore due to forgetting the URL).
This makes Rachel feel lonely in the blogging world. D:
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Chapter Three - What
“I went to a Chinese restaurant to buy a loaf of bread, bread, bread-”
“... You’re doing this just to piss me off, aren’t you?”
“Naturally.”
“Rach? Hellooo?” Sandy waved a hand in front of her figurative sister’s face.
Rachel snapped out of her thinking process. (No, not that one.) “Yah?”
Sandy, being Sandy, simply gave her a questioning look.
“Well,” Rachel began slowly, “I was just wondering... if, hypothetically speaking, we were merely part of a strange fanfiction that written by an anime-and-manga-and-other-stuff-obsessed psycho, then shouldn’t we all have specific character roles to fill? Like, for example, someone has to be the hero-”
“Hmm. A sole hero (or heroine) in this group is kind of hard to define.”
“And the lancer, or the sidekick, or whatever you call it-”
“Well, considering we don’t have a definite main character...”
“And the smart guy-”
“Probably Angie or Van or somebody.”
“And the deadpan snarker-”
“Fandi. Definitely.”
“And the only sane man – probably you, even though you’re not a man-”
“... Thanks.”
“And the ditz-”
“Probably you, since you-”
“Burned soup of all things, yeah. I’ve heard that one before.”
“Sorry.”
“But you get my point, right?”
“Yeah. But you know, if we all had specific character roles, wouldn’t that prompt whoever actually bothers to read this shiz to expect a plot coming? Since we have a ‘team’ and all...”
“... Good point. Status quo is good.”
“Stop it with the TVTropes references.”
“...ごめん [sorry].”
“Why are Sarah and I the only ones who can use magic?” Sandy randomly wondered out loud one day.
“Because you’re special, and the psycho who’s writing my dialogue right now says so,” came Rachel’s dismissive reply. “Although Sarah’s probably only in it for the people, not the actual magic.” She paused. “If Sarah takes offence to that, the psycho apologizes.”
There was a long silence, broken only by the sound of Rachel’s pencil scratching against the paper as she planned out an elaborate new training scheme for her Typhlosion. Across the table from her, Sandy continued practicing wand motions.
“... Why does your trainer card say you’re from Hoenn when you’re clearly not?”
“Because Sapphire was my first game, and Emerald was the first one I beat. If I were to pick a region for my ‘home region’, I like my Hoenn.”
There was another long silence. Rachel set her paper aside and started a plan for her Mothim.
“... Why are the two of us the only characters mentioned by name so far in this chapter?”
“Because the psycho who’s writing this a) can’t put Fanderson in it ‘cause of discomfort issues, and b) doesn’t have any ideas other than making two characters have endlessly boring conversations that lampshade stuff and break the fourth wall waaaaay too much.”
Rachel half-twirled the pencil around her fingers, trying to figure out a way to combat Rock-types other than using Psychic.
“... Why is the author writing this in the first place when she has a Family Studies test to study for, a French project to finish, another Family Studies project to do, and an English ISU response to BS...? And laundry to do?” Sandy added as an afterthought.
Rachel twitched at the big wall of text that was her to-do list. “... You know, that’s a really good question. I believe that this falls under the ‘breaking the fourth wall way too much for Rachel’s reality-avoiding mindset to handle’ category. If that made any sense.”
“I think it did.”
“... By the way, how does Shandershon even know about all the work that the author has to do anyway? Stalker much.”
“Because I’m not the real Shandershon, since this is an alternate-”
“Okay, okay, don’t get started on the technicalities, because the author really can’t afford to waste any more time writing this crap because she needs to do the laundry to prevent her mom from yelling at her again.”
“Wingardium Leviosa!”
“... Stop that.”
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