*Hikaru promptly stopped speaking, and began mumbling softly to himself again.
A-51 rolled his eyes and was about to speak curse out Hikaru when the bedroom door opened.*
Standing on the other side was Tag, smoking a cigarette. He stepped into the room, noting the silent treatment he received. "What happened while I was gone? Did I miss something?" When Weirdoid followed him into the room, looking a little worn down, a hand resting on the barely noticeable bulge of his stomach, the other authors who'd been standing took a collective step back from the door. Tag shook his head slowly. "What?" he asked. "What happened?"
A-51 opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but closed it again. Even he didn't know exactly what to say. Like the others, his eyes kept traveling back and forth between the two authors.
"Okay, this is getting really really " Tag tilted his head and immediately stopped speaking as though his tongue had been tied. A moment later, he tried again, "Seriously, strangers or not you're really " Once again he stopped, his head tilting to the side. "Something's really wrong here. Every time I try to say " He began to frown, glancing toward Pro and the rock in his hand. He glared, "What the hell did you do " again he was cut off.
Zach seemed to recover from the shock that everybody else was feeling first and finally spoke. "It was a wish," he said slowly, still scrutinizing Tag and Weirdoid extremely closely. "Pro wished Did you guys just fuck?" The question hung in the air like an unwanted smell. He hadn't really meant to ask, but unlike everybody else in the room, he simply couldn't ignore the elephant in the room.
Tag and Weirdoid looked at each other awkwardly for a moment. Their eyes never quite met but there was a communication going on all the same. For a moment, everybody else seemed to forget the dire predicament they were all in. Finally Tag turned toward the group. "How could I not? I mean, look at the guy." His eyes turned toward Weirdoid, traveling hungrily up and down his buff body. Once again, thoughts of tearing Weirdoid's dress off flooded his mind.
Once again, Hikaru had raised his hand. Pro shook his head. Like everybody else in the room, he was trying to mentally wash his mind out with soap. He found himself wondering idly if the newly minted mental images he was experiencing were his punishment. "Go ahead Hikaru."
"Weirdoid is supposed to, as A-51 worded it; gain a month of pregnancy every time he makes love to a guy." His voice began to slow as though even he thought his next sentence was a bad idea, "Weirdoid's already starting to show, but he shouldn't for several months How many times "“"
"Fuck this!" A-51 shouted, jolting everybody and mercifully ending Hikaru's question before it could bear fruit. The awkwardness died down a little, but every so often somebody would cast a rather uncomfortable glance of disbelief toward Tag and Weirdoid.
"We should be trying to fix this," A-51 said. "Maybe those fuckers are controlling every little thing we do, and maybe they're only really controlling our wishes. Either way we have the rock. There's a chance we can clean this shit up."
They heard the sadistic laughter coming from above and everybody turned their head toward the ceiling, toward the glass screen. Above them they could see the fingers moving, see the new author lick their lips as they began to type again.
"Surprised I didn't notice that before," Tag whispered, glancing toward the ceiling for the first time.
"I had a really good time," Weirdoid whispered, wrapping an arm around Tag's waist.
"I don't think now's really the time to discuss this," Tag whispered back. Weirdoid blushed.
Once again Jon's voice boomed, seemingly coming from all around them. "Tag," he said quietly. "You turned me into a girl, changed my memories, and then turned me into an addict and prostitute."
"Don't forget the part where he turned me into a bed-wetting lesbian Goth freak of a school shooter," a feminine voice said. It was obviously Karyn.
Tag raised an eyebrow. "On reflection, that was kind of " He rolled his eyes. This was getting irritating. "I was kind of an ass " Weirdoid heard him growl a little. "Dammit!" He glared at Pro again and took a deep breath. "I shouldn't have done that," he finally settled on. He shook his head. "God this sentence thing is annoying!"
"Not to mention," Jon's voice returned as though Tag hadn't said a single word, "the numerous changes to our personalities, sexualities, and other physical changes."
"Wait!" Pro interrupted. "I was here first, what about my punishment?" It wasn't that he was anxious to undergo whatever changes might await him at the hands of this sadistic pair. He simply felt that sitting around and waiting for it was far worse.
"In time," Jon said. "I might have decided to be a little lighter with your punishment, but it'll come." There was an eerie tone in his voice that Pro didn't like one bit. "First we deal with Tag."
Once again, Pro slipped into a somewhat monotone voice, turning his attention toward one half of the creepy couple in the doorway. He began to speak as Jon and Karyn crafted Tag's initial punishment. "I wish "
