My Fan Fiction and Reviews
I've written some awful things in the past, and now I write things with equally awful content. Below are
my new fan fiction, my old, fangirlish fan fiction, and my reviews. I must warn you extensively that if you don't wind up
clicking on a poorly-written text file by a deranged twelve-year-old, you will click on slash written by a mellowed seventeen-year-old.
New Material (2009-present)
Sleepless in St. Canard:
Quackerjack bothers Megavolt while the latter tries to sleep. This is totally QJxMV. Don't read it if you know
it'll bother you.
I Fell Down The Stairs:
Megavolt tries to remember his birthday, Quackerjack tries to celebrate, and inadvertedly injures him with stairs.
Cutesy friendship fiction.
Old Material (2005-2006)
The Factory: My first fan fiction. It's so terrible, based on a dream I had, that I can't help
but read it with shame and awe. Where would the tower come from? Why does everybody but Launchpad group up and scream a lot?
Is Launchpad lucky for not being around? Why Fluffy, the comic villain, of all people?
An unfinished parody I wrote in October 2005, after Teletoon ran Beetlejuice
four times that month. It was meant
to be pretty big, with the Muddlefoots as the Waitlans and Negaduck as Beetlejuice, but I lost interest around November
This thing is so weird I just named it after its file name. My old character's negative, Nega-Amelia Quackerton (she
used to be a singer in the normal universe) is about to adopt Nega-Gosalyn when Amelia is shot during her job as
a stripper. Why would a twelve year old write detailed things about what goes on in a strip club?
Night Of The Bat:
Oddly enough, I thought a bat girl was the perfect match for Megavolt, and this resulted. I was twelve when I wrote this,
and Batricia was just one in a group of female fan characters I made up. Negaduck's volativity is too muted for me to
The Anti-Gizmoduck Story:
Why did I hate Gizmoduck when I was twelve? I used to love him in Ducktales when I was little! I'm keeping this up here as
an example of how fangirling makes you do ridiculous things.
Disney Afternoon #3:
An obscure comic I found by surprise in 2005. It was really, really bad, and I never finished this review because it was
really, really bad.