Holding the stone firmly in hand, ThePro felt like he was about to make his wish when the sound of a door opening caught everybody's attention. Everybody turned toward the door to Jon's room and watched as a slightly bewildered looking man stepped into the room. For a moment the strangers eyes drifted from person to, what he assumed had to be person, taking in the collection of misfits inhabiting the room.
"Yeah," he finally said slowly, "This isn't the men's room is it?" His voice was tinged with doubt.
"Fucking retard," Anonymous51 whispered under his breath, "Does this look like the fucking men's room?" His clear irritation and anger surprised the new arrival.
"Um," his eyes seemed to shift from Zach to Hikaru to Weirdoid for a moment. "No, I guess it doesn't."
The newly christened goth rolled his eyes. "You must be another one. Shit," he mumbled, "Too many more of us end up in here its gonna be a god damned fire hazard."
"Another what?" he asked uncertainly, turning his head back toward the door. If he made a run for it he might make it out before these freaks could catch him.
"An author," ThePro said before the hot-tempered goth could begin another rant. "Fiction Branches? You are what you wish?"
His eyebrow arched. "So," he said, speaking slowly and carefully, "This is some kind of convention?" His attention turned toward the wish-altered people in the room. "Great costumes." The anxiety was clear in his voice.
"There not costumes," ThePro continued. "We're authors, and we've all been trapped in this world by Jon and Karyn. They're controlling everything we do. I'm ThePro, the guy with the tits and the long hair is Zach, the jock in the dress is weirdoid, the guy with the tits that's mumbling to himself is Hikaru and the goth is..."
"Anonymous51, right? I knew it," he said before the Pro could finish.
"I'm not a fucking goth!" He lunged at the stranger, but Zach grabbed him, holding on tight.
"Sorry about that," ThePro said, "He's been in kind of a foul temper lately. So, who are you?"
"I'm," his eyes drifted ever so slightly to the left and his words slowed, "Tag1703. I'm guessing they want my twin, Tag1702. He writes on fiction branches. If I could just head back out that door, I'm sure I can find him and send him along."
Silence hung in the air for a moment.
"Get the fuck off of me!" the dark haired goth shouted, pulling away from Zach. "You have any idea how fucking creepy it is to feel your tits pressing against my back?"
"SILENCE!" They immediately recognized Jon's voice. "This has gone on long enough!"
"Uh oh," ThePro whispered as he once again felt himself rubbing the stone in his hand. "I wish..."
