"Have you read that fanfic I gave you yet?" Michelle asked.
"Um... what fanfic?" Cheryl had to yell in order to get her voice across. The worst thing about their table was that the music was set to maximum and the speakers were right above them.
Michelle put her hand to her forehead and shook her head slowly. "What?" Cheryl asked, innocently.
"Never mind."
"Okay." Cheryl continued to eat her lunch quickly, so the two of them would have enough time to go to the computer labs and download SM movies. "Hey, you know, my fanfic is going well. I have all these ideas for other fanfics, too." Michelle continued munching on fries while listening. "You know, it's pretty strange how you like to read all the crazy fanfics and I like to read the serious ones."
"But they're so funny! You really should read some. I'll get you a copy of my favorite one someday..."
Suddenly there was this big flash of light somewhere near the cafeteria kitchen. "Oh cool..." Cheryl thought.
"Maybe they had a little kitchen accident."
"I don't know; I'll go check it out." Cheryl got up and catiously snuck into the kitchen. She didn't notice that the chefs were strangely gone. "I knew it!" she shouted triumphantly, spotting a bag filled with a pale yellow substance covered with mold. "They NEVER used real cheddar!"
She heard a creaking behind one of the shelves, and hurried there in case someone was hurt. A woman dressed in white sat on the ground, her face hidden in her arms. "Excuse me, but are you okay? Do you need help?" Cheryl thought about trying CPR or the Heimlich, only because the preson wasn't moving or making any noise. Dimly, she wondered how to do either of them because she had forgotten how.
Suddenly the woman leapt up and grabbed her. "No, I don't think I need any help at all." Cheryl managed to turn to see her assailant, and was shocked to see- herself!
"What... the..."
The mimic wore exactly the same clothes and spoke with the same voice as Cheryl's. "Well, I have something to do quickly. I'll be right back." She picked up the real Cheryl and threw her into some other dimension.
"Hey! Lemme out of here! Come back here! You can't get away with this!" Cheryl struggled to yell, but the portal closed quickly.
The mimic calmly walked back to the table, telepathically showing the real Cheryl what was going on. "So what was it?" Michelle asked.
"Oh, nothing much, I guess a light bulb burned out or something."
No!!! Michelle, don't listen to her... him... it... oh, whatever!
"I have got to tell you this great idea I have for a fanfic. It's a little long though, but I think you might want to hear about it."
Michelle raised her eyebrows quizically. "You think you can help me with this one?"
"What is it?"
"I was thinking about re-writing the entire Sailor-Moon series... crazy-style."
NOOOOO!!!!! Cheryl wailed. You can't do this to me!!!
Michelle's eyes brightened. "That's a great idea! We can write it together, put it up on our webpages..."
You worry about the writing, I'll take care of getting another website..."
No! Cheryl banged her head against the wall, upset aout her predicament. My life is ruined!
"Well, hurry up and finish your lunch, let's go to the computer lab and get started."
"Okay."
No! I'll get you for this! You'll pay for my pain!
The mimic and Michelle hurried upstairs after finishing lunch, ready to work on the fanfic series.
Come back here! You'll pay for my pain! Come back here, you imposter!
The pair walked off, and only two people knew the truth. And there the real Cheryl still remains...