Superbadfic VI:This Looks Like A Job For . . . (1/1)
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Fic: Superbadfic VI: This Looks Like A Job For . . . (1/1)
Story by: Pen37
Photos by: oxoniensis art, Wikipedia
Summary: Sam and Dean take a field trip.
Author: pen37
Beta:
lyonza
Fandom: Supernatural, backwards mention of LOTR fandom
Classification: Gen
Characters: Sam, Dean, Balrog
pairings: None
The rest of the superbadfic series is here.
Rating: G
Warning: There are photos. May not be dialup friendly.
Sam and Dean got out of the Impala, and stared up at the old, creaky building.
“So what is this place again?” Dean asked as he shouldered his duffel full of weaponry.
“It's a school.”
“I got that part,” Dean said. “It's the part where they enroll bad fiction writers and try to make them write good fiction that I'm foggy on.”
“Sounds logical to me,” Sam said.
“How do you make a bad fiction writer do anything? Usually when you try, they just scream OMG YOU'RE SO MEEEEAAAAANNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and then they go poof.”
Sam stared at Dean incredulously. “Dude? Did you just speak in capslock?”
“Yeah?”
“Don't ever do that again.”
“Sorry,” Dean said. “Anyhoo, you said that bad fiction writers sign up for this place voluntarily?”
“Yeah,”Sam said. “I guess they think it's fun.”
The boys paused as a girl with purple anime hair ran past them. She was being flogged by something little and flaming. As they passed, the boys could hear it scream at her. “Original characters should have flaws! Being orphaned by pirates is not a flaw!”
“Was that Ghost Rider?” Dean quirked an eyebrow at the sight.
“Looked like a Balrog to me,” Sam shrugged.
“Whatever,” Dean shrugged. “So why are we here?”
“Waste disposal,” Sam said. “When all those bad fiction writers enroll, they bring their bad fiction with them. The headmaster called us to take care of it.”
“Ah, The old salt and burn,” Dean nodded. “So where'd they dump all this fiction?”
“Out on the school commons.” Sam said.
The two boys rounded the corner of the building, and stopped dead in their tracks as the school commons came into view. Dean gulped as he sized up the mountain of fic that was resting there.
“We'd better call in an air strike,” he said.
A/N: The school mentioned in this fic is based loosely on the fanfiction series The Official Fanfiction University of Middle Earth. It's a hilariously funny poke at bad Lord Of The Rings fic. It spawned a bajillionty 'fanfiction universities' for other fandoms. Ironically, many of them read exactly like the original, or are badly written themselves.
Fic: Superbadfic VI: This Looks Like A Job For . . . (1/1)
Story by: Pen37
Photos by: oxoniensis art, Wikipedia
Summary: Sam and Dean take a field trip.
Author: pen37
Beta:
lyonza
Fandom: Supernatural, backwards mention of LOTR fandom
Classification: Gen
Characters: Sam, Dean, Balrog
pairings: None
The rest of the superbadfic series is here.
Rating: G
Warning: There are photos. May not be dialup friendly.
Sam and Dean got out of the Impala, and stared up at the old, creaky building.
“So what is this place again?” Dean asked as he shouldered his duffel full of weaponry.
“It's a school.”
“I got that part,” Dean said. “It's the part where they enroll bad fiction writers and try to make them write good fiction that I'm foggy on.”
“Sounds logical to me,” Sam said.
“How do you make a bad fiction writer do anything? Usually when you try, they just scream OMG YOU'RE SO MEEEEAAAAANNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and then they go poof.”
Sam stared at Dean incredulously. “Dude? Did you just speak in capslock?”
“Yeah?”
“Don't ever do that again.”
“Sorry,” Dean said. “Anyhoo, you said that bad fiction writers sign up for this place voluntarily?”
“Yeah,”Sam said. “I guess they think it's fun.”
The boys paused as a girl with purple anime hair ran past them. She was being flogged by something little and flaming. As they passed, the boys could hear it scream at her. “Original characters should have flaws! Being orphaned by pirates is not a flaw!”
“Was that Ghost Rider?” Dean quirked an eyebrow at the sight.
“Looked like a Balrog to me,” Sam shrugged.
“Whatever,” Dean shrugged. “So why are we here?”
“Waste disposal,” Sam said. “When all those bad fiction writers enroll, they bring their bad fiction with them. The headmaster called us to take care of it.”
“Ah, The old salt and burn,” Dean nodded. “So where'd they dump all this fiction?”
“Out on the school commons.” Sam said.
The two boys rounded the corner of the building, and stopped dead in their tracks as the school commons came into view. Dean gulped as he sized up the mountain of fic that was resting there.
“We'd better call in an air strike,” he said.
A/N: The school mentioned in this fic is based loosely on the fanfiction series The Official Fanfiction University of Middle Earth. It's a hilariously funny poke at bad Lord Of The Rings fic. It spawned a bajillionty 'fanfiction universities' for other fandoms. Ironically, many of them read exactly like the original, or are badly written themselves.