Author’s Note: Wow… I can’t believe I finally finished this! This story is set in an alternate X-Men: Evolution universe and it is nothing else but pure humor and randomness - the two things I’m famous for. So sit back, relax, enjoy - and don’t forget to vote for me at http://www.cerebrosxmen.com! Thank you!

Whoops!

~ By Odeena Sabnach ~

~ Chapter 5: This has absolutely nothing to do with the actual story ~

I sighed as I wrote down “The End” in nice, fancy letters, then I closed the notebook with a second sigh. This was it - my contest entry was finally done.

“Whatcha’ write?”

I turned, half annoyed, half startled. Toad was beaming at me from an armchair across the room.

I groaned, “How long have you been lurking there?”

“Long enough. Mind if I have a look?”

“Suit yourself.” I tossed him the notebook, then pillowed my head in my arms and closed my eyes. It was almost three in the morning… I had about two hours of sleep before my regular Internet hour. That is, if I could fall asleep; with Toad in the room, I doubted that it would be possible.

I was beginning to doze off, when someone jerked my shoulder. I growled, “Get lost.”

“This story is cool, yo’”, said Toad, waving my notebook around. “But I don’t get it - why the Cajun and not me?”

“Because that’s what the contest rules at Cerebro said.”

“Then why Pyro and not me? What? Ain’t I got style? Charisma? Attitude?”

“You’re not an Acolyte.”

“So what’s that got to do with--”

I covered my ears and closed my eyes, “Go away. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Toad sighed. “Yeah, sure. Tomorrow’s fine.”

Much to my surprise, when I went downstairs for breakfast the next day, I was practically assaulted.

“Remy wouldn’t share a room with these two if they were the last two mutants on the face of the planet!”

“Scalping the professor? What were you thinking?”

“Ah kissed Remy?! You must be joking! Ah would never--”

“--living with the X-Geeks? Yeah, right. The Brotherhood would never--”

“HowcomeI’mnotinthestory? Don’tyoulikemeanymore?”

“If you had these two phase into Magneto’s room, why couldn’t you make it that they landed on his head and killed him?”

“The Cerebro room has defense systems. Just so you know. And the Professor would never--”

“I do NOT snore!”

I raised my hands in mock surrender, but I might as well have put on a grass skirt and danced hoola. Nobody was listening. I sighed, then teleported everyone away with my Super-Author powers. Then, I sat down at the table and I began to eat.

Sometimes, it’s good to be the author.