Why Alaska and Chrys Should Never Meet

MOst memebers that know me also know about my fictional stalker, Chrys. Chrys was an RPG character of mine that followed me around for a good month after the first RPG and widdled her way into two following RPGs. I am quite happy to say that she no longer bugs the hell out of me

I "met" a much nicer ROG character, Alaska, who is much more willing to allow me to write her a narrative in piece and not try to infiltrate my mind.

Now, this is what I think would happen if Chrys and Alaska met:


{Alaska walks into the Kids Playhouse, the loca family hangout, with her twins and sends them to the play area while she rests. Sitting next to her is a woman with cat ears, eyes, and tail and fur. She looks at her.}

A~Uh, how'd that happen?

C~Is it necessary that you ask that?

A~Is it neccessary that you take that tone?

{Chrys notices a little tag that hangs almost unnoticably from Alaska's belt.}
C~"Creation of Tor." Would that be the one that was in the Phoenix COlony?

A~Maybe.

C~ You're the bit she abandoned me for! Give her back! She was developing my story!

A~I advise you to calm your feline ass down and not mess with a mad dog- that's how kittens lose whiskers, and maybe an ear if you piss me off enough. Besides, she writing mine at the moment.

C~That's it, {Chrys pulls out a can of spray paint and a lighter} Don't make me use this!

A~Oh, you're that whack job cat chick with the multiple personalities and litter of kids. She told me about you-said she's happy you're gone.

C~Take it back or I will use everything you mentioned against you!

A~HOney, actually know how to fight and will kick your little kitten ass if you don't leave me the hell alone. {Stands up and calls for the twins.}

{Chrys calls for her childern. Eight children appear, six of them with tails and cat ears.}

C~Heh, that's all you got? Two?

A~YEah, cause it's so much fun to carry a whole danged litter of kids. Why don't you leave me the hell alone, like a said before, or I will not only kick your ass, but I'll have my husband kill you in your sleep.

{Chrys folows her children as the y bolt out the door. Screaming over her shoulder}

C~This isn't over you female dog you!