MWAHAHAHA! SURPRISE!
Bonus Feature: you don't have to read it if you don't want to.
Final Quote: "If life was like a DVD, I'd get right to the bonus features and laugh"
Finally, the Winx Club's Wrong Side of the Tracks is over. I thought this would be a three paged fan fiction set during the second season's "Heart of Cloud Tower" episode. I never thought I'd be writing almost a 200 paged three part fic! I had a lot of fun, and I'm not sure if this would be my last fan fiction or my second to last. I kind of ran out of story ideas after this huge one, but I've got a bonus scene hooked up for you. It doesn't have any relevance to the story or rather what comes after it for a sequel (did I say sequel?). It's just a crazy idea about my fantasies about my favourite Winx Club character Baltor. I wanted to cover most of the characters in Winx Club with their unique stories of what happened to them after the Winx Club graduated. I know I didn't use Diaspro, but what's the point if Skye was MIA. I could've given her a story but who cares anyway. If you do care, let's see uh...she gotten eaten by a pack of wolves. Satisfied? No. Just checking. Anyway, I put in a little funny stuff at the end about Nabu, there is a bit of swearing, just to warn you:
Portal Island on Tides
Layla: Alright Baltor, where's the hostage?
Baltor: Hostage? Why do you think I've captured a hostage here?
Layla: Don't play games with me. I know you've taken the author prisoner! That's why this story has been so weird.
A voice hidden from within: Baltor? Who's at the door?
Baltor: No one, just a nosy little fairy bounty hunter.
Layla: (to the voice) I've come to save you!
Suddenly, a lean woman with long black hair with pink highlights appeared in the doorway. She was fully clad in dark Gothic clothing, a silver horn protruding on the left side of her head and a dark batlike wing growing from the right side of her back. Her irises mysteriously changing colours of the rainbow every instant.
Woman: Save me? I chose to be here...
Layla: What? You're Pheofox22?
Woman: That's just my pen name Layla. Call me Sycorax.
Layla: Huh?
Sycorax: Hmm..oh, you're here for my fan fiction. Let me get it for you, I just finished it. Exits.
Baltor: A really dark comedy, my dear.
Layla: (Looks at Baltor)My dear? Sycorax comes in with a book in her hands.
Sycorax: Here it is, wanna read it?
Layla: Sure. (Flips through the pages for a while) Wait! I KISSED Flora?
Sycorax: Oh don't worry, she doesn't feel like that for you. I was bored, and it sounded fun.
Layla: Right. (Looks up) Why are you here then? Why are you with him if he didn't want you to write this?
Baltor: Should you tell her or shall I?
Sycorax: You see Layla, we're dating.
Layla: WHAT?
Baltor (nods): It's true.
Sycorax's eyes flash a bright purple as a burning mark that had the letters PF emblazoned in the middle of a number 22 on his neck. Sycorax cackles.
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Layla: What do you do for fun around here?
Baltor: We like to cat call the security guards on duty at the Aqua Museum. They built it right above this place!
Sycorax: Look, Look here he comes again!
Nabu walks by.
Baltor and Sycorax: QUEER!
Nabu: That's not nice.
Sycorax: Still, QUEER!
Baltor: You wear purple, and purple's for:
Both: QUEERS!
Nabu: You wear as much purple as I do Baltor!
Both: QUEER!
Baltor: Fag.
Sycorax: Now Baltor, don't insult the word British use for cigarettes.
Baltor: Right. QUEER!
Nabu: Stop it. If you say that to another person then you're confirming your sexual preferences.
Sycorax: he's banging me..Go back home and put on your pink apron.
Nabu: That's not fair! You wrote that stuff about me...
Baltor: Queer!
Nabu: That's it! I've had it!
Baltor: Queer.
Nabu: Porn seller.
Sycorax: Hey why didn't we think of that?
Baltor: This guy's showing us up. Layla he's your boyfriend what's going to phase him.
Layla: Hmm..usually he cracks when you tell him his pot roast isn't cooked.
Sycorax: you're pot roast is cold!
Nabu: Damn, Layla!
Layla: What? I just wanted to be included.
Nabu: THAT'S IT! I'm leaving you for good. No more makeup pot roast for you. Exits
Sycorax: He'll be back writes down something in notebook that gets Nabu back in sight. He always comes back..
Layla: Cool..Queer!
Nabu: LAYLA!
Layla (silently to the others): We should do this more often...
All: QUEER!
Yeah, that was bad. It's loosely based on something I've seen in the halls during highschool. My name isn't really Sycorax but it would be pretty sweet if it was. I don't really look like that, if you're wondering if I have a bat wing on my shoulder..still would be pretty sweet if I did. Alright, Ciao senors and senoritas! Duh duh duh...THE END!