Journal Entry One:

This is Light Yagami, and I'm keeping a record of what is happening just in case I don't make it out of this alive. Unfortunately, I'm not very sure what "this" is, exactly. It reminds me somewhat of a zombie apocalypse, but that would be ridiculous.

L and I are currently locked inside one of the bedrooms in the Kira investigation headquarters. We locked ourselves in, I mean. It's a mess out there, but I don't think that those creatures will manage to get through the reinforced locks on these doors.

What happened, exactly?

Well, as I said before, neither of us (meaning L and I) completely understand the situation past the fact that the entire headquarters has been ambushed and overrun by rabid, insane humanoids who seem to have the unnatural ability to lock on to us like tracking missiles.

Judging by their characteristics, I would have to say that my best guess is that they are Mary-Sues.

Otherwise Known As: Rabid Fangirls. Self-inserts. OCs.

(Rapists.)

There are swarms of them, everywhere we turn. And they literally came out of nowhere.

Ryuzaki and I have been running from them all morning, and we only managed to escape because of Ryuzaki's intimate knowledge of the building's structure. The rest of the task force, I think, weren't quite so lucky. We haven't seen them in hours.

Although we were able to escape into this room by taking a few hidden shortcuts, the ever-present scratching sounds on the door is proof that the rabid creatures are still clawing madly against the barrier. Ryuzaki keeps glancing outside. I can tell he's nervous about the window, even though we're all the way up on the seventh floor and the glass is almost impossible to break.

(I'm a little bit nervous about it, too.)

Ryuzaki is annoyed with me for writing this rather than helping him to barricade the doorway. It sounds like the rapists are beginning to shred through the thick wood of the door.

(Damn, now I've freaked myself out by imagining what viciously-long nails they all must have.)

Holy hell, I think I saw the skirt of the bed move. I certainly hope no one is under the bed, or else Ryuzaki and I are going to be screwed.

(I mean that literally. Earlier, some of the rabid fangirls were trying to force us to have sex with each other.)

If this is the last entry in this journal, it means L and I are dead.

Let's hope this isn't the last entry.

-Light Yagami

This is just sort of the pilot chapter, describing the situation and introducing what's going on. The rest of the chapters will be longer than this, and each new chapter will be a case study (written from either L or Light's perspective) on each different type of Mary-Sue out there. Thanks goes to Nix for suggesting the idea of a fangirl apocalypse...last year. ^ ^; Better late than never, though.

Hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading, and I would appreciate it very much if you left a review!

~Ratt Kazamata, 2-01-2012