Disclaimers:

The PJO and HoO characters belong to Rick Riordan, as does the series.

The Land of Stories belongs to Chris Colfer.

All HP-related things (such as Dementors and Azkaban) belong to J.K. Rowling, as do her books.

Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer (who can keep it).

Written by:

@AmAeRaI

@libraryhaunter

@Chilea

@The__Crazy_Girl

@-Nut_the_stars-

@BrokenTimeTurner

To the Land of Stories: A Story of the PJ Fandom, Cliché Fanfic Authors and Apparently Irrelevant Characters.

             The Final Battle

The fangirls stormed into the Land Of Stories, where the sleeping Mary Sues and cliché writers were waiting for them. The rainbows and sparkling was visible to the eyes of the fangirls. When they saw the Mary Sues' eyes, they thought about how they were always referred to as orbs. Orbs. They knew, it was the OOCness vibes the Mary Sues were giving out. It was affecting their minds.

They had reached the clearing in the middle of the Land Of Stories when they had REALIZED that their enemies were no longer asleep. They were wide awake....

One Mary Sue stomped over with knee high boots that cost more than a billion drachmas, and caught the light of the sun. She had sparkling rainbow hair that flowed behind her with skin a little lighter than that-but glowed like gold. Hot pink orbs with long, thick lashes looked at them with sweet joy.

The fangirls thought her fake and disgusting.

Fanfictions that have her as an actual character and not an abomination would go on to a riddikulusly long description of her beauty and personality, but this was an enemy. They didn't call her beautiful; they called her fake.

"Hello!" The Mary Sue chirped, waving a perfectly manicured hand that would rival Aphrodite's. (Of course, even Aphrodite is sick with OOCness, so she doesn't mind that.) "I'm-"

"STOP! We know you a have a ridiculously long name; don't say it all!" Chilea said, waving her hands in annoyance.

"Okay! You can call me Lily-"

"NO!" The Harry Potter fangirls cried in anger. "YOU ARE NOT OUR LILY!"

They all were glaring celestial-bronze-not-pink-or-something-weird-like-that daggers at the Mary Sue who dared to be named the same as their precious Lily.

"I'm better than her!" She smiled a perfectly white, pearly-toothed smile. It made them all want to throw up.

"NO, YOU ARE (taken away from this fanfiction to keep it PG) YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD!" They screamed, brandishing wands that were on the verge of performing spells that would land them their own personal cells in Azkaban.

The Mary Sue started to look like she was going to shed pearly tears.

"Y-yes, I am."

She started to cry-but beautifully and fakely, like one of those dumb 1D fanfics that claimed their characters were bullied for being ugly, but were in reality, beautiful. She was either very brave or extremely stupid to continue to argue with enraged fangirls. They all guessed the latter.

AmAeRaI stomped over to her.

"Like bloody hell, you dam MUDBLOOD, you are not."

She brought her OOCness shield to her side and slapped the Mary Sue with it, bringing her to the floor with a dramatic faint. Many fangirls cheered at that, but they weren't finished.

Then Sparr0w1234 starting spewing facts about canon and why 'Lily' shouldn't exist. Many other fangirls started in tow and a chant begun. A few fangirls brought a canon cannon, in which they let loose facts about canon.

-Nut_the_stars- announced in a derpy voice, "Oh no, we have to stop her from summoning allies!"

She raised her reality blast in the air for all of the fangirls to see, and said, "ATTACK!"

And the fangirls attacked. The Mary Sues and cliché authors soon learned just how much a hardback could hurt. Of course, none of the fangirls would ever use a PJO or HP or likewise book as a weapon, but they always kept copies of totally trashy books in their bags just in case an incident occurred in which they could be used. (Read: Twilight.) Swords were raised. Daggers were clutched. Bows were held aloft. Blue plastic hairbrushes were wielded. Pens were clicked. Someone even had a thyrsus like Mr D's... and he had been right: a pine cone on a stick was just as fearsome a weapon as any other.

The HP fandom was brandishing wands and weapons that enlisted of pots and pans. A few used crystal globes. Some had things from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes stashed in their bags: Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder. Many yelled curses that just made the Mary Sues uglier-but they did that out of pure spite. Of course, the Mary Sues also had wands-and used them amazingly. Because, of course, they were Mary Sues. Knowing this, they had reality blasters, canon cannons and Cliche-Drop-Dead bazookas.

All of the multiple-fandom-belonging fangirls in the Percy Jackson fandom roared different battle cries.

"PEANUT BUTTER!"

"FOR NARNIA!"

"DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY!"

"MARY SUES MUST LEAVE!"

"IN RAZIEL'S NAME!"

"CLICHÉ WRITING IS DISGRACEFUL!"

"COME ALONG POND!"

"OKAY!"

"ALWAYS!"

"PERCABETH!"

"KILL THE ARMÉE!"

"DEFEAT THE LUNARS!"

"FOR THE LAND OF STORIES!"

All Hades broke loose. All anger was released. All the fangirls' hatred was brought and used to their advantages. All were wounded, some were lost to the power of OOCness, but they fought on. A few daughters of Athena and Ravenclaw fangirls took down a whole group of cliché writers with one shot. Gryffindor fangirls were fighting like barbarians, taking down Mary Sues in no particular order. Hufflepuffs fangirls brought their house honor by taking canon characters and bringing them back to their world. And, yes, the Slytherin fangirls helped by fighting as dirty as possible.

One battle that was fought, was by a Mary Sue who had every amazing trait and was more powerful than any other one. Her beauty was dazzling and she tried to charmspeak the fangirl she was battling. Read: tried. The fangirl covered her ears with candle wax and fought on. Another fangirl was fighting the Mary Sue's writer, knowing that once the writer was gone, so was the Mary Sue.

"C'mon, we are all friends here!" The Mary Sue pleaded, her beautiful self unmarked and still the same. "Why don't you like me? I'm nice to everyone!"

The fangirl grinned.

"Sorry. I can't hear you! Gurdyroot, Nargles and such!" She continued to spew random canon facts at the Mary Sue. The Mary Sue shuddered horribly at the canon.

"Stop that!" She screamed. "You're making this hard! It's my author's job to deviate from the story line as much as possible!"

"Well, then, they're doing fantastic," the fangirl who was fighting the cliché writer snapped.

The fangirl couldn't hear her, but she had a guess of what the Mary Sue was saying.

"No," she said in a cold voice with a cutting glare. Then continued to spew facts like Hermione.

The Mary Sue frowned a beautiful-insert gag-frown.

"Then I guess I have to kill you!" She took out a celestial pink dagger and plunged it into the fangirl's stomach before she could react. Crimson blood trickled down the dagger.

The fangirl screamed a loud scream that pierced the air all around as she fell. Then, looking up at the Land of Stories sky, she whispered her last words: "No... such... thing... as... celestial... pink."

Then she stopped breathing and a smile was still on her face as she slipped away from life.

"No!" The Mary Sue gasped, finding herself disappear into a Mary Sue Barbie playset as the fangirl who'd been fighting her writer stabbed her with a cry.

"No!" The fandom screamed, their fellow fangirl gone. "YOU MONSTERS!"

They let out a battle cry that brought shivers to the spine of every creature in the Land Of Stories, more barbaric than anything ever heard.

Adrenaline is a beautiful thing. It fuels us up when we are tired or have lost hope, and with it, we can achieve many things. In this case, it helped them rise as one and fight the Mary Sues with an emotion more powerful than them: the love of canon and of each other.

Cliché writers were taken away to the Azkaban Mashup of Pinocchio Prison surrounded by Dementors and monsters and demons and Royal Lunar Thaumaturges on the infinite verge of a black hole, hopefully never seen again. The Mary Sues and the disease of OOCness disappeared into The Vortex of Oblivion that day, along with chococookie1607 and the author of My Immortal and her 'friend' Raven.

We hope to never see them again.

And we hope it will never happen again.