Attack of the Plot Bunnies

Disclaimer:I never will own PJO, but I do own Your Worst Plotness and the listed plot bunnies!

Three terribly played trumpets rang out to announce the arrival of Your Worst Plotness. She was a beautiful blond daughter of Zeus, Aphrodite, Poseidon, Hera, et cetera et cetera(A/N:Your Worst Plot-ness is a Mary-Sue. This IS A PARODY!). Your Worst Plot had eyes that could mesmerize anybody they wanted to, and she has a bajillion bunnies she calls Plots. Your Worst Plot is actually named Caitlyn, but she was waaaaaay too cool to be called Kate or Caitlyn. Of course she was a goddess (of Circuit City and plots), what did you think, silly mortal reader! Your Worst Plot rules all these plots in her kingdom of Fanfiction. Net, where she has recently seen a spike in production of plots.

In one smooth and swift motion, Kate(A/N:I'll call her that now) was at her throne, made up of white bunnies labeled 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, all the way to one hundred. She sat down and whispered to her right hand servant, a Plot on two legs,"Any news?"

"Of course, Your Worst Plotness! Eh,well..... These stories have become better and better, Your Worst Plotness.... Mary-Sues and Gary-Stus galore!"

Kate nodded and shut her eyes, smiling."My hard work has payed off. We only have one section left to convert:the Percy Jackson and the Olympians section. They will crumble once they see my Plot Bunnies."

The servant to her left cleared her throat. She was a girl, named Lisa, who was, unfortunately, from one of the most neglected sections in the world:the Twilight section. Lisa was pretty, but could not best Kate's looks. She was no vampire, but was a piece of vampire bait who was fated to fall hopelessly in love with Edward Cullen. "Ma'am, they will not convert. They have the power of a million souls, unlike the Eragon and Twilight sections, littered with hopeless stories."

Kate opened her eyes in one brilliant motion and glared at her left hand servant."Are you so sure, Lisa? Would you like to meet the same fate as your mother, who was bitten and killed by Edward Cullen and instead of dying fall in love with a Gary-Stu like him?"

"B-but, what about all the good writers, like---"

"There are no good writers!"Kate snapped."Only those who make overperfect and all-powerful characters are allowed to live!"

"But most of the good writers are still alive!"Lisa argued."They are in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians section!"

"I must not argue with a servant,"Kate grumbled."I'm too beautiful for this. "Guards, send Lisa to Edward! He will be happy to have her back."

"What? Nooooooo!"Lisa moaned as three overgrown bunnies dragged her into a dark and scary room. There was a shout of "LISA!" and a scream, but there was no more after Kate waved her hand, shutting the large doors with her uber awesome magically powers.

"Now..... To make more plots."Kate grinned to herself as she took out a pen and began to write on a white rabbit baby. The ink faded as she wrote, but she didn't mind. Plots were always supposed absorb the ink as Kate wrote, so the writing was implanted into the bunnies' tiny brains.

"Ma'am?"asked her new left hand servant. And guess who it was! It was Hestia, Kate's seventy-fifth mother. Her blond hair was tied back into a bun, but even she could not match Your Worst Plotness's beauty."We have had a complaint; an author who calls himself The Gray Soul(A/N:Made up, don't ask.) has begun to cause riots and massacres of Plots in the Eragon section. Shall I send out the Plot Troops?"

"Yes, yes,"Kate grumbled impatiently as she tossed away the bunny."Don't forget to make me some green tea. I'm much too beautiful and intelligent to do it myself."

Hestia nodded and disappeared in a flash of green light as the Plot on two legs tapped Kate's shoulder."Your Worst Plotness, ma'am, we have a problem."

"Yes? If it has nothing to do with the Eragon, Twilight, Maximum Ride, or Percy Jackson and the Olympians sections, do not speak to me. I am too awesome for any other talk."

The Plot knit his eyebrows together, sighing."The Harry Potter section has seceded and is warning the Percy Jackson and the Olympians section. They will warn them, and we will fail."

"WHAT?! We never fail!"Kate screeched. All the Plot soldiers and council scattered at the sight of their angry master. Then, she smiled, sending sparkles all over the place."Tell them.... Tell them that we will crush them underfoot. Send a messenger to Camp Half-Blood, to Chiron. I want them to surrender and fall to their knees and beg for mercy."

"Well, too late, then. They'd been warned. Shall we run?"

"I'M TOO AWESOME TO RUN!"Kate screamed."In fact, send the son of Gaea t o go and warn them. He is too ugly for me."

Kate's right hand servant nodded and hopped away hopelessly. The Plot was no fool to mess with his master, but he'd had more than enough information. He turned into the deserted section of the castle, only to find a girl standing there. She had dark hair and equally dark hair, but she was a rebel, from the Harry Potter section.

"Does she suspect?"the girl rasped. Of course, Kate was too busy to suspect, so she didn't really suspect. Really, if you ruled a kingdom like Fanfiction. Net, you'd be busier than the President of the USA.

The Plot shook his furry white head, muttering,"No. She will not suspect. Tell the League of Uber Fantastic Writers that she will send a son of Gaea to Chiron later."

The girl nodded."I will. Tell me, have any Writers been executed? I have been told that one has."

The Plot looked sadly at the ceiling of the beautiful castle(Kate couldn't stand to live in an ugly brick castle, so she turned it into a skyscraper-castle thing)."Yes. She will, not yet, execute The Gray Soul."

"Fools,"the girl muttered."They do not know the power of the PJO section. Kate will finally fall to Percy Jackson's hand."

"She will."

A/N:Like it or hate it? This is a prologue, and the next chapter will soon be up. I want to ask some readers about something:I need to make members of the League of Uber Fantastic Writers or a Rebel, PM or review this story to become a member.