Taking Fantasia : A Disney Fanfiction

Preview for Giving Fantasia: "The Storyboard"

Epilogue

Preview for Giving Fantasia

"The Storyboard"

Fanfiction dimensional travel through a laptop portal.

I don't recommend it. I do it. I just don't recommend it.

First, I'm assuming it's a tight fit because you crumble into this pixilated pixie dust material before screaming through cyberspace. Second, don't eat beforehand because dimensional travel is a rollercoaster without seatbelts. And take it from me, loosing your cookies in the middle of a computer network really screws up your internet connection.

And third, ohhhh and third.....

...was the kid waiting to yell at you on the other side.

"Are you kidding me? Sultal are you freaking kidding me?"

Winded from my crash landing, I could only frown. Although I suspected Micatony had said my name with an uppercase 's' (purposefully no doubt), it was hard to tell. Certainly it was not as obvious as when Headmaster Mickey said my name wrong in Fantasia.

But what could I expect? After all, I was not in a fanfiction anymore. I was in my world. And in my world, your world, this world, the real world, Earth ...I was not sultal.

I was me. With a penname.

Still I was a born cynic. And Micatony was a born aggravator. So, I decided to correct him. Just in case.

"Holy crow Mic..." Heavily, I slouched back on my knees. "...lowercase. Lowercase s. Get it right."

Micatony - Mic - said something profane. But I was way too tired to retaliate. Gently rubbing my chest, I tried to sooth my pounding heart.

Fanfiction dimensional travel also does a number on your sympathetic nervous system.

Gasp! Science term!

What is the sympathetic nervous system you ask? Well, I'll tell you.

The sympathetic nervous system is your body's "fight or flight" switchboard. It does all sorts of lovely attractive things like elevating your heart rate, increasing your blood pressure, dilating your pupils, and making you sweat like a pig. Basically it's the body's response to emergency - like being shoved from a fanfiction and through cyberspace. It is exhausting.

It's a good thing I was pretty athletic. I recovered fast.

Breathing deep, I glanced over. My laptop looked innocently back. I couldn't strop the grin. There was still Fantasian sand between the keys.

Mic noticed I wasn't paying attention.

"-and give me a bloody break!" He raised his voice. "Lowecase s? Can you get any girlier? My name is sultal! Storytellers are omniscient! My eyes are big! Lowercase s please! Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! Well! That cute-sty stuff might work on Disney rodents - "

My insides spun.

"-but it makes me physically sick! Bloody!" Mic crouched. His man-child eyes seized mine. "You entered a fanfiction! You entered a fanfiction! What if you couldn't get back? What if we couldn't write you out? What if your laptop broke? Quick question: are you mental?"

Several unladylike responses came to mind. But I decided against them. I looked to the left. Two shadows flickered on the other side of a closed door. We were being eavesdropped. And generally I save the profanity for Mic and Mic alone. I've known Mic all my life, so we can get pretty intense. Nothing cruel; it's more like a tennis match. No s*** Sherlock! All men are b*******! What the H***! F*** this! F*** that! F*** all these! F*** this thing in particular!