Holy Hell - Now I'm Mad!

["buffythebushkangaroo" <buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Anne-Lise takes a peek at BuffyWantsWillow and is astonished to see 
the crowd of well-wishers. Friends, people she admires, and a big 
cuddly panda bear who huggles her with a *growf!* and a sign 
saying, "Happy Birthday!".
"Aw, you guys!" She opens the fridge and takes out a chilled bottle 
of chianti and pours drinks. The party is interrupted by a knock at 
the door.
"Can we come in?" Willow asks as Buffy troops in and peers about.
"Clear!" Buffy calls, and the scoobs bundle inwards, bowling Anne-
Lise over and spilling wine on her tile floor.
Anne-Lise stares wide-eyed as Xander dances an exotic polka with 
Panda-Mel.
"Um," she finally manages. "What are *you* guys doing here?"
Willow returns her stare, dumbstruck. "We were invited?" she 
offers, showing the small laquered card with 'RSVP' on one side.
Anne-Lise reaches over and takes the proferred card. "You are 
cordially invited into Anne-Lise's home," she reads aloud, "where you 
may give her spankings, eat all the food in the fridge, and watch 
many Eastern kickin' movies starring Jet Li. Your friend, Kirayoshi."
"See?" Willow gives her a quirky grin.
Anne-Lise simply nods. "I guess that explains everything."
Suddenly. EVW burst in the door holding a blankie over her 
head. "Am I late?" she asks with an impudent skirk. She has a cat-o-
nine-tails in one hand.
"Not at all," Anne-Lise replies faintly. "Make yourself at home. 
Xander has."
Xander cheerfully munches on the Black Forest Gateaux Anne-lise'd 
been saving for later.
EVW cheers and rips away Anne-Lise's clothing. The first spank...

... jolts me out of my coma. A doctor is shining a light in my eyes.

"Its been six years," he says. "Your name is Anne-Lise, and you are 
in an asylum for the mentally insane."
"Oh."
"But don't worry, you'll be fine soon." He claps me on the 
shoulder...

... and I'm in bed.

Buffy traces Anne-Lise's cheek with her finger. "Hey you," she 
smiles. "Got a little something that'll cheer you up!"
"Oh?" o/~ nothing here seems real, nothing here seems right... 
o/~ "What is it?"
Willow enters the bedroom. "My toybox," she says.

Reality? Screw that!

Thanks guys,
Anne-Lise.