Wish I hadn’t read that fic. I keep making typos, now . . .
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“Hang on, Crissy!” The view of the camera’s video display suddenly went from darkness to colors, as the camera was swung up by the hand of whoever had recorded it. “I want to get this on video.”
The person in the foreground—Crissy, apparently—slowly turned towards the camera with an irritated look. “May I ask whatever for?”
“For posterity! We’ll be able to look back when we’re older on the fond memories we forged—”
“In a trollfic?”
As the two humans bickered, the background slowly resolved into better focus. Even then, it seemed incredibly unclear. The location seemed to be made of some grey matter with random bricks stuck in the wall here and there. There were torches high up on the walls, which gave off a dull red glow despite lacking any actual flame. There were indistinct robed humanoids sitting at tables, watching the arguing humans, but—
The faces of a spider and fiery demon suddenly dominated the entire view screen, and the one watching flinched, nearly dropping the camera.
“Agh! Don’t eat my camera! Blasted minis!” From the way the camera suddenly jerked, the holder seemed to have nudged the new creatures away. “Just do it, Cris!”
“Fine.” Cris turned her back to the camera and advanced on the seated people, waving a book over her head. “We command this troll to leave this world! The power of Rowling compels you!”
“Avaunt!” said the camera-person. “No trolls in the dungeons today. Or anywhere else on school grounds, for that matter!”
A dark, but strangely reflective, smoke began to settle over the room. The camera began to turn rapidly back and forth.
“Ugh,” came Cris’s muffled voice. “The troll essence was everywhere in this fic.”
“But where’s the troll?” The camera suddenly stopped on a shadowy figure close by in the smoke. “Uh. Crissy?”
The figure lunged at the camera, and a big, green humanoid appeared briefly before the camera began shaking horribly. The one holding the camera screamed. Then, there was a crash, and color returned to the scene. The camera’s image refocused as it accounted for the sudden sunlight. The big green one rose above the camera and snarled. Behind it, a gaping hole showed where the big thing had pushed the camera holder out through the wall of the now fully distinct building—a castle of some kind.
The troll raised its fists above it, but stopped when the camera-person said, “How does that feel?”
The troll gave a rather hilariously perplexed expression, then bellowed as said fists began smoking. It tried to shield its head, but smoke began to appear all over its body.
“You are charged with trolling the Harry Potter universe and fandom, with giving Remus Lupin a nonsensical backstory, with kidnapping a villain out of The Lord of the Rings, with making enough typos to—Woops. Guess that’s the end.” The troll had completely dissolved into ash.
Cris appeared in the gaping hole. “These guys are coming to, so let’s use Reparo on the wall and get going. I already sent Saruman back home, though that might have been pointless if he’s in the sequel, too.”
The camera view jerked just slightly. “Sequel? This thing has a sequel?”
The human in view shrugged. She pulled out a wooden stick and climbed out through the hole. “Let’s just get it over with. But first, Accio camcorder!”
The viewpoint suddenly and quickly flipped around, somehow being in Cris’s grip now, with the former holder, another human, laying on a buttress of the castle and covered in dust. “Hey!” yelled the prone human, just before her face whizzed away, the camera showing a rotating view of castle walls alternating with the blue of the sky and the green of grass. (And a final, distant audio recording of Cris saying, “That shouldn’t even work at Hogwarts, anyways.") Then, the screen went black.
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The one viewing the video slowly let its arm drop to its side. What the hell did I just watch? wondered Slender Man, still none the wiser as to why humans always seemed to be waving cameras around, and still short twenny dollas. It dropped the camera under a tree and wandered away.
Had it stayed a little longer, it would have seen the video viewer suddenly start playing again.
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The camera lay on its side, grass on the left side, the edge of the castle at the bottom. A breeze stirred the grass, and a bit of blackish ash was swirled up into the air . . . into the shape of a trollish face.
“Ill bee bach”
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The next writing prompt is: Manga/Anime style!
OR alternate super challenge prompt: math textbook style!
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