[Fan Fiction] Mary Sue Stories

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Big Ben sez: Ben: This world has a new order! And it's a cool one!

Can I get fries with that?

But seriously, that is a scene I'd like to see!!

Pygmalion

Excellent, Big Ben.

All Hail to the new CEO of Paradigm.

Nice scene, Dude.

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Originally posted by Big Ben Ben: This world has a new order! And it's a cool one!

Yes it does! Bravo!

This is an extestion of "A Stroll with Dorothy", Big Ben's, Zola's and my follow-up scenes. I hope you enjoy.

Also, thank you Zola and Pygmalion for your help editing this scene. I would be lost with out them.

[EDIT] I posted the wrong one. Here is the correct version.

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It was noon. Falcon 7 usually joined Dorothy and Tony for lunch, but today, when he knocked on the stained glass door to the office suite, there was no reply. He looked down and found a note which read BE RIGHT BACK. The door was unlocked, so he went on in.

The lights were off and it looked like the office had been abandoned for days. It felt strange to sit there in the dark, so he found the light switch and flipped it on. He discovered a note posted on the front desk that read:

Falcon 7,

Please wait for us in my office.

Sincerely, Tony.

P.S. We shouldn't be long

Falcon 7 crumpled up the note and launched it towards the waste basket. When it went in, he smiled. “I've still got it.”

He entered Tony’s darkened office and put his coat on the coat hanger. He sat down in the leather arm chair behind the desk, and glanced at the computer screen. “Nope, I don’t like it. Redo it again!” he said to an imaginary employee. He leaned the chair back and put his feet on the desk. “I told you I wanted that report yesterday! You’re fired!” He laughed, imagining himself in Tony's shoes. “Come here, Dori-Baby. Let’s take the rest of the day off. Just you and me.”

The lights suddenly came on and Tony entered the room. Falcon 7 rapidly removed his feet from the desk and stood up from the chair. “Hey… What’s up?” he asked nervously.

Tony stared at him for a moment. He then turned to the doorway, and said, “Dorothy! You go right ahead and meet me at the car. Falcon won’t be joining us.”

Tony looked back at Falcon 7. “What’s up, old pal?”

“Hey, I know what it sounded like. But, let me assure you…” the other man said.

“Falcon, Falcon, Falcon, I am not mad. No, I think what you need is to go out a date,” Tony told him.

Falcon 7 looked puzzled. “A date? What do you mean?”

Tony walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Dorothy’s sister is in town. Actually, she is in the office next door. Go on over and say hello.”

Falcon 7 narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t know Dorothy had a sister. Are you pulling my chain?”

”Why would I pull your chain?” Tony said with a smirk. “She is really a nice girl. A little awkward, though."” He looked at his watch, he said, “Dorothy awaits. Talk to you later, Dude.” He walked away, leaving Falcon 7 alone in his office. “By the way, the door has a broken lock, so don’t close it,” he warned from a distance.

Falcon 7 hesitated for a moment, then entered the dimmed office room. It was furnished only with a bed and an empty desk. He automatically closed the door behind him. Once he realized his mistake, he tried to reopen it, but it was locked.

After a few minutes of trying, Falcon 7 surrendered any hope of escaping. He walked toward the desk and sat on top of it. He thought about how he had been duped out of a pleasant lunch with Dorothy. “Geez, Tony, I didn’t know you were the jealous type,” he said to himself. “You didn’t have to lie about Dorothy having a sister.”

Suddenly, he felt a draft behind his neck. The room was dark enough that he couldn't pinpoint its origin. He looked back to find a pair of eyes staring at him.

Startled, he jumped off the desk and ran towards the door. After a bit of hunting around, he found the light switch. As the fluorescents flickered to life, he noticed that someone was sitting behind the desk. He? She? was wearing a red cape with a hood.

“Excuse me!” he said, anxiously. “Hi! I am sorry to disturb you like this, but I have been locked in here. Do you have a key?”

The person didn’t respond.

“Hey, are you OK?” he said as he moved closer.

The person still didn’t respond.

Falcon 7 walked in front of it and pulled down the hood. He stared in surprise. “Geez, it’s a mannequin of Dorothy.” He smiled at her. “Hey good looking, wanna hit the town?” he joked. He noticed that her eyes were open, but didn’t move. “Even catatonic, you look good.” He looked around the room for a camera or anybody hiding. “Well, it couldn’t hurt,” he said. He closed his eyes and proceeded to kiss her. It wasn’t long before he noticed a pair of hands roaming his back.

“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrooogeeeerrrrr Ssssmmmmiiiith,” the android shouted.

“Geez, what the hell?” he said as he pulled away quickly. “Who are you?”

“I am R/D,” the android replied slowly.

“Hi R/D, my name is Falcon 7,” he said, as he crept backwards slowly.

“Falcon? Fffffaaaaallllllcoooonnnnn Sssseeeveeeennnn” she moaned loudly. “Who commands you, Falcon 7?”

He started to shriek and rammed into the door. Unfortunately, he banged his head and fell to the floor. Curling his body into a fetal position, he cried, “Don’t hurt me, please!”

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Dorothy entered Tony’s office and found Falcon 7’s coat on the coat hanger. “Tony?”

“Yes, dear?” Tony answered as he joined her, the day's mail in his hand. “Is there something wrong?”

Dorothy handed Tony the coat. “Where is Falcon 7?”

Tony became nervous. “Oh geez, I sent him to the spare office.”

“Why would you do that?” Dorothy said, showing a hint of concern. “You knew R/D was in there.”

”Well, that was the point. I thought he needed… Oh god,” Tony bowed his head and ran towards the next office. Dorothy heard him unlock the door. “Dorothy, you have to see this.”

Dorothy calmly entered the room and was genuinely surprised. She saw Falcon 7, with his shirt and trousers ripped, and RD unconscious on the bed. She could see that Tony was absolutely petrified with shock.

Falcon shouted when Dorothy tapped him on the shoulder. When he realized it was she, he apologized.

“Falcon 7, what happened?” Dorothy asked earnestly.

With her eyes still closed, R/D hugged Falcon 7. She had a smile of satisfaction on her face.

“I’ll tell you and Tony tonight,” he said with a smile. “Now, if you guys can give us an hour or so, we would really appreciate it.”

Dorothy nodded and walked out of the room, with Tony following behind her. Before the door closed, they heard Falcon 7 saying, “Oh, you want more? Who commands you, babe?”

Tony had a feeling it was going to be a long afternoon.

HA! Poor R.D, getting tossed from one guy to the next - at least Falcon was able to tame those fires.

What next, in this hormone-and-imbalanced-brain-chemistry world??

*sigh* i'm always a day late and a dollar short around here... missed yet another chance at some dori-type lovin...


RD kinda reminds me of a few of my exes, even... ( yeah yeah i know.)

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Originally posted by Lady Tesser HA! Poor R.D, getting tossed from one guy to the next - at least Falcon was able to tame those fires. What next, in this hormone-and-imbalanced-brain-chemistry world??

I think that's about it. I think they've sort of run out of people to pair up in the Strollverse.

The scorecard so far:

Tony and Dorothy

Angel and Dautsun

Roger and Zola (Though he's not aware of that yet. )

RD and Falcon7

Sorry Advinus, looks like the Strollverse is fresh out of females. For better or worse you're safe from being paired up and the complications Tony and Zola could wring out of it, as is the rest of the board.

Of course, you COULD always check out Reciprocal Paradigm ... Roxanne Smith, Danielle Dastun, Alexia Rosewater, Alanna Gabriel, Norma Burg ...

Those girls know how to party. (Some more than others ... don't let Alanna talk you into going to her Pretty Pink Dungeon of Luv.)

Sorry, Advinius.

Maybe we can take advantage of Dori's kidnapping...

** Ducking a flying tomato. **

Maybe not.

In the underground maintenance facility the new CEO of Paradigm watches in approval as technicians mill about working on Big Duo.

Ben: So the repairs are almost complete?

Chief Engineer: Yes sir. We've just need to get a few systems tweaked properly and reload the weapons. Oh, and give it the paint job you wanted. After that though it will be ready for action.

Ben: Excellent! Soon I will have a fully operational megadeus.

**Just then Alan Gabriel enters the chamber with rage and disbelief on his face**

Alan: ACOSTA! What is the meaning of this! I've been told you were going to become Dominus of Big Duo!

Ben: You've heard correctly. I intend to make Big Duo my personal property.

Alan: But Big Duo was to be mine! I had a deal with this company!

Ben: I've altered the deal. Pray I don't alter it any further.

Alan: **Snarling** You won't get the chance! You'll be dead!

**Alan's metal hand whirls into drill mode, but before he can charge the CEO casually waves his hand and Alan finds himself helplessly being lifted by an invisible force**

Ben: I think not.

**Alan's ascent is suddenly terminated with an audible clank, and the cyborg finds himself adhered to a huge magnet. The CEO then turns his attention to a gold suited figure standing on a gantry above it**

Ben: Thank you, Mr. Beck. Once again you have proven your worth as a freelance consultant.

Beck: Hey, no problem. With the money your paying going straight doesn't feel so bad. So what are you going to do to old Chrome Boy here?

Ben: Hmmm, he's more machine than man now. I'll think I'll let Paradigm Science Group have a crack at him. And after all the technology has been stripped out of him, return what's left to the Union. I'm sure he'll recieve a warm welcome from his fellow countrymen.

**And with a smirk the CEO walked off, quite pleased that another potential menace to his company and city had been neutralized**

President Ben, The Not-So-Evil Overlord

EDIT: Why yes, the Imperial March was the background music when I walked off with a smirk.

but here's the concept for a Mary Sue series starring yours truly that would be less silly than most of the stuff I've posted so far.

*cue Farscape theme*

My name is Ben Acosta... a nobody... an accident happened, and I got cryogenically frozen... now I'm revived in some unknown point in the future, in a city -- a city of amnesia -- full of destructive giant robot fights... help me... listen, please... is there anybody around here who can help me?... I'm being hunted by shadowy figures who covet my memories... doing everything I can... I just wish I were home.

No, this isn't the thing I was talking about above. This is a short scene in the Strollverse (The Mecca For Mary Sues ) to help establish background for something another Mary Sue will be dealing with. Me, I'm just a supporting character. So, without further ado, let's start the show.

Paradigm Headquarters, CEO Office
President Acosta sat his desk, stacks of papers piled high. It turned out being the new CEO of Paradigm wasn't all luxury accomadations and flying megadeuses. A lot of work and baggage came with it as well, most of it generated by the previous administration.

Damn it! I thought getting rid of Alex would be enough to fix things for the better. Unfortunately he was only the king snake in a nest of vipers. A lot of his people were left behind, and you can bet a good number of them don't like the change in the way we do business. I don't know who I can trust yet. Which leaves me stuck with reviewing all these files and internal memos myself to figure out who needs to be let go.

He currently was looking over papers from the Architectual Stability Subdivision. He had a feeling this definitely would be the one of the departments riddled with cronyism and corruption. The state of many buildings in the City was awful. Ones which looked clearly unsound to the naked eye had somehow managed to pass inspection.

Definitely a sign of Alex putting people in positions of authority for poltical reasons rather than professional skill and integrity, and then letting them indulge in any kinds of practices they chose without meaningful oversight. The department stank, and it needed to be cleaned pronto, before its clumsy and negligent practices turned around and bit the company and the city in the butt.

President Ben takes on the corrupt system! Who wants tickets? #1 Ben foam hands? Drinkholding caps?

Pygmalion
a Strollverse fan

Good job, Big Ben. Love to see your stuff.

** Holding up a sign, Ben Acosta for President of Paradigm **

Bleeah, and here I told myself I'd never ever write myself into a fic. T_T Ah, well... 's all in good fun.






Word travelled fast through Paradigm's grapevine. Alex Rosewater's personal secretary had disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Some said she got canned for betraying the company. Others came to the simple conclusion that she quit, albeit abruptly and for reasons that were probably unknown to the rest of the city. Maybe even Rosewater himself. After all, closely assisting the most powerful man in the civilized world didn't happen to just anyone. There had to be something wrong with her if she would give it up so easily.

No one knew her name, really. It was understandable. She carried out a number of highly classified duties, and she wasn't an important figure like Rosewater was, worthy of having her name be remembered by the general public.

And with any luck, that was the position Xel would shortly find herself in.

Xel wasn't her real name, of course, but a preselected alias. She'd picked it herself, having associated a special little sliver of her personality with it by now... or something. Truth was, she liked it. That was basically it. And considering that if she was accepted it would soon become her sole fixed identity, well... she damn well better like it.

She glanced out at the city descending outside as the elevator continued to climb. She'd never been this high up in the main tower before; it was almost dizzying, and not just because of the height. Anxiously, she primped in the glass: perking mascara-coated eyelashes, picking a bit of lint off of her black dress pants, twisting uncooperative orange curls just so into the most perfect ringlets she could manage... and then she decided that if she was going to come off as this nervous, she might as well hit the first floor button right now. The temptation was certainly there, but she found herself entranced by the foreign, regal-seeming corridor that faced her when the elevator finally stopped.

Taking a mental breath, Xel straightened her clothes once more and set forward towards a pair of elegant doors. Again, it really was a long hallway, and yes, she wanted to turn back. Just a little. She had no idea what to expect; she'd never met the man in person before... She barely knew the supervisor of her previous branch, having only worked there for a few months, fresh out of college. She didn't know why she was suddenly being called up to see Alex Rosewater himself. All she was good at was following whatever orders entailed, lacking the forcefulness of personality that would allow her to be anything but accomodating... not much else.

God, this hallway was long. Almost unnaturally so, and it got more and more unsettling with every step, like it was only stretching thinner. Xel didn't think the building even went this deep. Perhaps she was in a whole new dimension?

"Don't be stupid..."

"Oh, what's this?"

She whirled around to the source of the reply, but didn't see anything for the longest time. Then a cloud of black flashed in the periphery of her vision. She turned and laid wary eyes on a man, rail-thin and meticulously dressed, hanging jauntily off a distant pillar with one hand and smiling in a way that she honestly had no description for. It was almost vacant, but... not.

"Turn back, turn back, young maiden dear,
'Tis a murderer's house you enter here!"

Xel thought she may just have seen him before, escorting Rosewater here and there... Because really, how hard was it to forget a face like that? She chose not to scrutinize his words too carefully. There was something... off about the guy.

"Uh... hi, I'm here to see Mr. Rosewater? He asked me here for two o' clock?"

Painted lips parted a little in a wider smile than even before, but she couldn't make out the emotion behind it. She couldn't see his eyes at all from underneath the brim of his hat... but something told her that if she were to walk closer, she would find that it wasn't just the hat at all. Those absent eyes looked her up and down, studying the pinstripes on her pants and jacket. That unsettled her.

A lot.

"What a flair for style you have, madam," he remarked, seeming to just barely contain his mirth. Well, Xel thought, eyeing his own ensemble, it was a little funny how similarly they were dressed. Nevermind that she wished she could pull off a look like his-- hers came off much more white-collar. Anyway, she let herself be disarmed and laughed a little as he approached her and gestured towards the door. "Come with me."

What a colorful character he was. And yes, it was a lie to say she didn't find him attractive; she'd always had a thing for pinstripes and guys in makeup, and the two of them together, well... it made an effective combination in her mind, creepy as his lack of half a face might be. He certainly was charming enough, if a little... odd.

A horrible flighty feeling seized her for a split-second when she saw that the door led to another elevator. Seriously, now-- the building did not go up this high. She glanced outside once more. Her companion was silent and it was only then that she realized she hadn't even intoduced herself. Oh, that was great form for meeting your boss's aide.

"Oh, sorry! I haven't even... I'm K-- Xel."

She offered her hand and barely kept herself from jumping when she felt answering cool metal. Her eyes went huge and quickly darted up to his still-smiling face.

"Alan Gabriel."

He really was a strange creature. But what an abso-freaking-lutely gorgeous name. She inwardly promised to name her kid that someday.

The elevator was still ascending.

"I've never been up this high before..." the statement ended in a weak laugh.

"Oh, not many have."

"Uhm, if it's okay to tell me, do you know how many other applicants there are for this position? I mean, I'm curious about my chances here."

Outside, the scenery streaked by; a polychromatic distortion of what it was only moments before. All Xel knew was the mechanical hum of the elevator and the mechanical touch of Alan's hand. He still gripped hers, slightly pointed fingertip pressing into the soft flesh at her wrist and the delicate cords that ran through it. For a second she experienced a sudden precognition of it piercing her skin, veins, limbs, torso, entrails strewn everywhere in the steel cage--

And the elevator opened with a pleasant 'ding!', her guide offering a sweeping bow and gesturing through the door.

"Why don't you find out?"

The anteroom smelled of coffee. Though she hated the flavor herself with the exception of its subtler, more innocent presence in ice cream and the like, it consoled her as familiar. Alan giggled somewhere behind her, probing all through her viscera in a way that physical touch never could. Who was this man?

"Right this way..."

And there he was, sitting at a grand mahogany desk with the metal sky as his backdrop. Soft music came from somewhere, strings and organ. It sounded classical. Elegant. Reminiscent of a time that no one understood. But enough of that. It had happened before her lifetime anyway. Why dwell on it?

...Why dwell on it?

Somehow Alan was there suddenly-- there behind Rosewater-- and he whispered something inaudible in his ear.

"Good afternoon, Miss... Xel. Take a seat."

A small red thing sat next at the corner of the desk: a tomato, soft and filled with pulp ready to explode through its thin surface. Alan took it in his human left hand and tore without warning through its fragile skin with his teeth so no one could tell where his lips ended and the tomato began. Xel jarred herself into movement after a second or two of staring and did as she was told.

Rosewater reclined back in his chair. "So you want to become my secretary. You're quite young. Do you really think you have the experience for this job?"

Xel struggled to ignore the sticky sounds of feasting from the corner. Her eyes turned down at one of the desk's legs, then back up again. "I was told that your old secretary was only 26... I'm not much younger than that... I think there's a point at which age and experience don't completely rely on one another. I think that--" She paused to take a breath, distracted by what was either Alan's hum of satisfaction or a noise of amusement at her appeal. "I think that as long as someone's willing to give whatever's needed to an important cause, age shouldn't even have to factor in. It's a matter of will, sir."

A dark eyebrow arched up on the man's noble, sloping forehead, and he interlaced his fingers interestedly. "Will, you say? Tell me, Xel. What do you suppose fate has written in her book for us? For we of Paradigm City."

Taking confidence in the use of her new name, a little excitement flared in her breast. "Well... nothing, sir."

A chuckle erupted from Alan, stifled at the last minute. When she glanced over to him he was grinning in a way that she hadn't seen previously; an eager, sick kind of expectation that seized her inexplicably with a feeling not unlike vertigo for a short second.

"Nothing," Rosewater echoed. "Explain your... nothing to me."

Xel couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just done something wrong, but she couldn't just not answer... "I don't think there is any high and mighty fate that governs us, Mr. Rosewater. I mean, maybe it guides us a little in our lives, but... but what ultimately happens to us is... a result of our own choices." She hadn't noticed the note of entreaty in her voice until the words left her lips.

Rosewater stood, a towering shape against the bare grid of the sky, and turned to face the window. "You have a lot to learn about the ways of this world, Miss Xel. Alan."

Immediately Alan was right there and drawing her up by the feel of that cold hand in hers, voice locked in almost lyrical dreaminess. "Come, let's go, fair maid; and look in time to the presence of the King."

That lent her a bit of hope. "So you'll call me if...?"

"Yes..." Alex Rosewater didn't turn around, but she almost doubled over as a wave of nausea seized her again. Alan just grinned at her. "When all is said and done."

She recoiled from how gray the room looked suddenly. "I-- thank you, then... Mr. Rosewater."

Not caring to stay in there one moment longer, she turned on her heel and started for the door quickly enough to leave Alan in her wake. It was once she reached the anteroom that she found herself running. She felt sick, like she could pass out. What the hell was this world all about, then? Maybe... maybe Rosewater would teach her.

She all but fell into the elevator, gripping the rail, white-knuckled, as she sank to her knees. The door wasn't closing. She could hear it whirring its frustration behind her, looking to shut but withdrawing back into the wall when it sensed something in its way. Someone was behind her, and she knew who it was. Her vision jumped and blurred and flashed when she turned her head enough to see shiny black shoes and pinstripes stretching up forever. Without a word, he stepped in and stood beside her.

The elevator closed, then started moving.

Alan giggled.

"What the hell is so funny?!"

"Don't you see?" he replied, watching her pick herself up off the floor. "This whole world is a joke!"

The doors opened too fast, as though she'd only been one floor up all along. But then why...?

Now Xel stood in the lobby, watching people scurry around in a rush to get home again. She didn't feel sick anymore, at least.

A rumble. There went the doors behind her once again. She looked over her shoulder, and the last thing she saw of Alan was the startling redness of his lips contorted in that terrible, never-quite-mindless smile.


~fin

Nice story, Xel. Very suspensful. Had me believing in the possibility that you might not have made it out alive.

Writing a Mary Sue is a rite of passage here at PCF. Congratulations! It was a creepy, tense story I couldn't stop reading. The one-on-one play between Alan & Xel was intense.

Pygmalion

Xel, you have drifted into the writer's circle. I am not sure if it is a good thing, but you are welcome anytime.

As for your story, I like it. It's really cool.

Nice job, Xel! A well done Mary Sue is just as tough to write as any other type of story. I enjoyed this one very much