Unseen-Authors

It was hard for me to think about where to go next for a long time. So I let Ryan keep my device that could take anyone almost anywhere, anytime, in any world they wanted and they could always come back to reality making it seem as if they never left. It was especially hard to think as there were still episodes of Heathcliff and The Catillac Cats that hadn't been copied to the right sites yet. Episodes 2-26 of Fix and Foxi and friends had been copied to a certain site. Ryan had managed to get all the Despicable Me movies onto the right sites. All that was left of the Incredibles franchise to be copied to a certain site was Mr. Incredible and Pals. In the meantime Ryan had uploaded all of Lilo and Stitch to his youtube channel. He found out that Experiment 316 had the power to shapeshift himself and anyone else into anyone else as long as he knew what whoever he was doing the changing into looked like. That experiment was named Morpholomew. Lilo used Morpholomew to change into Keoni

“You’re trembling.” He stated dryly. His arms crossed in a disappointed impatient manor as a huff of exasperation left his lips. That breath dissipating into the frosted air of Ormond. It wasn’t the cold that caused you to shake; it was you as you were. A frightened, anxious mess. “I-I’m sorry.” A grunt escaped from his throat, a low irritated growl. You apologized again; he hated when you apologized. He had nothing left to say; hours upon hours of training and you still had yet to make progress. Evan didn’t have time for this; he was a busy man and you were burning up what little free time he had. He had traps to fix, other killers to meet with, a workshop to upkeep. “You’re holding your weapon too close to your body, your grip is too tight, your posture is too rigid, you’re-” You opened your mouth again, cutting off his list of actions you were performing incorrectly, and sputtering apologizes over and over like a broken record. Damn it! Again, with the

“Are we going to bring anything from your house? Like maybe a few snaaacks?” Magus asked. “No, but I do have my wallet on me so we can just buy whatever food we want when venturing the streets.” After Milo responded to Magus, he just realized something Magus said. “Wait, why do you want to bring snacks? I would understand normal food to keep you staying somewhat alive but…snacks? Your tongue and everything is completely gone so why would you want to bring tasty snacks?” “Well I just wanted you to not be starving or anything during the time we’ll be in the main city area, you know? I didn’t care for the snacks myself anyway. Oh yeah by the way I don’t actually need to ingest food, I just do so to feel somewhat human.” “That’s very thoughtful of you man, thanks! We should get going though, shall we?” Milo said, looking over to the road ahead of them, leading to the big city. “Yeah, you’re right. Let us embark on this great quest! This great quest of…hell. Chicago is hell.” “Heh

Magus sat down on the floor, thinking to himself about many, many, things. One of those being his living situation with Milo at the moment. He felt as if he had been taking advantage of Milo simply by being there. He broke the man’s TV, and felt like he wasn’t grateful enough. Because of this, he decided that the best course of action was to leave and never return. He scurried around Milo’s house, opening and closing drawers until he eventually found a pile of sticky notes and a pen. He took both and wrote out “Milo. If you’re seeing this, that means that I have left your house. I’m sorry for leaving on such short notice but I feel as if I haven’t been a good enough house guest for you at all! Actually, I’ve been a horrible one to be honest with you. I feel like I’ve been taking advantage of your pure utter kindness for a broken, terrible man like me. I hope you meet someone that is redeemable. - Magus”. He placed down the sticky note on Milo’s fridge, before departing the place for

“PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE GODDAMN AIR RIGHT NOW!” Magus yelled out to the cashier, while holding out his pistol with one hand and pointing it straight at their head. “...HAHAHAHA! Did you REALLY think I would actually believe that was a REAL GUN?! It looks like something a child made! Listen here bub, this store gets robbed on a weekly basis so this is common for me y’know. Now scram!” The cashier said back to him. Magus tried scanning his heart beat with his magic, but his heart rate was the average resting rate. “Does this seem fake to you?” He said, as he fired a warning shot right underneath his genitals. Magus quickly picked up that the man’s heart rate spiked up to 180 BPM, and saw that he started to sweat profusely. “OKAY OKAY, I’M GETTING THE MONEY OUT!” “Stop. I don’t want your money. Only your food and drinks.” Magus said in a calm tone, making the cashier somewhat calm down. Of course, he still had his gun pointed at his head. “Just- just take whatever you want! Please

Since Justin got back from being Scarlet O'Hara he got an app on his phone that lets him pick anyone he wanted to be from the Incredibles. It was similar to the app that turned him into Ann Gora from SWAT Kats The Radical Squadron and me to Rita from Animaniacs. He remembered that Ryan said he used the device I first used to get to the world of the Catillac Cats to get to the world of The Incredibles. Ryan turned into Violet and made it seem that she and her alter ego were 2 different people. Ryan had the Incredibles franchise on his youtube channel. All had been copied to the right video sites except for Mr Incredible and Pals. Justin wondered if he could help by becoming a character. It didn't matter if he did or didn't help because he wanted to be Mirage all the same. So he picked her. Then a light from his phone shone on him. His feet shrank and his socks disappeared. His shoes changed into black high heels. His legs shortened, thinned out, and lost muscle and hair leaving him

I see you, the tears in your eyes I talk to you, try to comfort you, Try to take away your fear - the paralysing, all-consuming... But you only stare dead ahead, not seeing me. I caress your cheek, want to wipe away your tears But all, all I touch is the cold glass of my reflection.