I KNOW WHAT YOU SCREWED UP LAST SEASON ch.1

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I Know What You Screwed Up Last Season  chapter 1
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WARNING:THIS CONTAINS SEASON 6 STUFF, SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK+++++
PG 13        
I own no one.
Summary: Upset by season 6 of BtVS, a group of fan fic authors kidnap 
Mr. Whedon.
Distribution: The usual, batpack included, others just ask.
Notes: K, I am just having a healthy vent here. The authors I am 
using are ones that I admire. Now, if you do not see your name here, 
that does not mean that I do not admire you. There are so many 
talents in these groups, I just could not possibly get everyone. This 
is to give all of us a good, hearty chuckle, hopefully ending the 
season of Scooby doom. 
Dedicated to all who long for fun times at Sunnydale High.
+++++TURN BACK NOW, IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED+++++

+++++K, HERE WE GO+++++
   

The van came to a stop and the back door slid open. Joss Whedon 
felt hands pulling him from the vehicle and soon he was walking up 
steps. A few minutes later, he was placed in what seemed to be a 
chair and the scarf covering his eyes was removed. Blinking a few 
times, he looked at the masked figures in front of him, then his 
surroundings. It appeared that he was at the Bronze, the club set for 
his television show, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Thinking that this was 
yet another prank, helmed by redheaded star, Alyson Hannigan, he 
chuckled.
" Ok, very funny, Aly., " he said, turning to the figure. " What 
now? Alien abduction? Scary clowns? Band camp stories from ACTUAL 
band campers? " When he was not answered, he sighed. " Don't tell 
me... Martha Stewart cake decorating. "
" Silence! "
The voice boomed, startling Joss and the figures, save for the who 
had spoken, moved across the room, taking seats at the tables. The 
one remaining looked their captive in the eye then removed their 
mask. Joss raised a brow in confusion.
" Who are you? " he asked. " One of Aly's new friends? "
" I am The Bear, " the man replied, in a tone so full of 
authority, the writer/producer/director had to shiver. " A writer of 
BtVs fan fiction, " he continued, tapping the riding crop in his hand 
against his thigh. " One who, unfortunately, has yet to have the 
great honor of meeting the beautiful, Ms. Hannigan. "
" You're a what? " Joss quipped. " A fan of fiction? "
" FAN FIC, " a woman clarified, pulling off her own mask to reveal 
a very attractive lady. " We are authors who write fan fiction about 
BtVS. I'm Kaz. "
Joss watched, as one by one, the others revealed their identities.
" Red. "
" They call me, SpikedLuv. "
" Chris, from Scottland. "
" Chris, from Australia.. "
" Madsdog's the name. "
" Jinni here. "
" Wicked Wicca, that's me! But everyone calls me Wic. "
Joss moved his eyes over the group. They didn't look exactly, 
stable. He felt an uneasiness in his stomach.
" Uh, ok, hi everyone. Nice to meet you. Why am I here? "
" Why? " Kaz baulked, jumping from her seat and storming over to 
him. " You dare ask why? "
" Harmony much? " Red quipped, rolling her eyes.
" He doesn't have a bloody clue, " Scottish Chris mused.
" And you're surprised, why? " Jinni asked, looking at him.
" That's why we're doing this, " Madsdog noted.
"Yep, by the time we're done with him, " Spikedluv added. " He'll 
be totally clued. "
" Ooh, I cannot wait! " Wic exclaimed, her grey eyes fixed on the 
bound Joss.
" Patience, dear Wic, " Aussie Chris said, patting her hand. " We 
have all night to show Mr. Whedon the error of his season 6 ways. "
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