Macross Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Slayers Fan Fiction ❯ The Legend of Macross (which has nothing to do with Macross, really) ❯ Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9: WHAT EXACTLY TREVOR DID WITH ALL OF NICK CARTER'S MONEY…

`Why do birds, suddenly appear…whenever, you are near? Just like me…they like to be-`

Trevor reached over and switched the Radio off. His fingers found air and he was suddenly struck with a horrible realisation. There was no Radio.

~Dramatic chord~

He groaned loudly. His training to do whatever it was he was supposed to do was really quite hard. He'd never heard of training that involved gorillas and XTC. He sipped his coffee and suddenly discovered. There was no Coffee Cup.

~Dramatic Chord~

A very beautiful woman by the name of Tina Turner burst into the room with a flourish of rose petals and soft silk things that pressed against his face like breeze on the wind. She was about to break into song and dance while at the same time Trevor began to reach towards his pants. Then suddenly, he realised something.

There were no pants. He was naked.

~Dramatic Chord~

Tina saw this and clapped her hands. A group of men burst through the door with huge `Zap-O' ray guns and cattle prods. It seemed Tina didn't like the situation and took off one of her dancing shoes, and with deadly accuracy, heaved it at Trevor's head. The blunt object was inches from his recent new facelift that would be a shame to destroy and then something struck.

There was no blunt object inches from his pearly whites and cute dimples.

~Dramatic Chord~

Trevor clicked his heels together three times and he was back in the land of today.

"Trevor?" somebody was calling his name.

"Oh! MY GOD! It was awful!! Simply awful I tell you!!" He screamed, grabbing the man by the neck. "I was NAKED!! And TINA TURNER was dancing In my room! And she tried to KILL me! Like that guy on Austin Powers who throws a shoe at that statue and breaks it's head off!! I was naked though!! Who?? Who took my clothes??"

"It's okay man, chill." The unknown man said calmly.

"Who…are you?" Trevor asked quietly.

"I'm Howie. A backstreet Boy."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

(Four blocks down the Milky Way, a nice old lady's window shattered)

"I thought it was some horrible nightmare!! But It's real!! Why god? Why?"

"It's real, I assure you. We just fed you mind altering drugs, that's all."

Trevor sighed as his head slammed back against the pillow.

He could faintly hear Howie mumbling something about how it was all necessary.