Subject: [FFML][Self-Insert] HELP! Evangelion Units on keychains are attacking me!
From: DarkAlpha2@aol.com
Date: 6/6/1998, 2:06 AM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com

What? Isn't it obivious to you that this is my patheic attempt at my first
self-insert fanfic? Oh well, no matter.
I am copyrighted by myself, and NGE Unit keychains are copyrighted by their
creators, which is not me (though I do own them).
I may not survive to recieve any C&Cs and MSTings that will be greatly
appreciated.

Sailor Alpha <DarkAlpha2@aol.com>
AlphSailor@aol.com will be down temporaily,
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HELP! Evangelion Units on keychains are attacking me!


	And so I was here again, signing to the sucky AOL for another session with
FFML (Fanfic Mailing List for those who have forgotten how it is spelled out).
	Boy do I love fanfics, all those different and unique stories and plots. Of
course I sometimes come by to lurk and steal, er 'borrow' several ideas for my
fanfics, which sat rotting in my hard drive.
	As I waited for the computer to link up, I picked up one of my Evangelion
keychains, noticing it was a miniature Unit 01. I love these tiny super-
deformed bodies, they look... funny, but I like it. I've got several of them,
inculding my cerished SD Asuka.
	Anyway, I sat there idling and subconsciously playing around with the Unit.
By the time I had connected to AOL, I was already hanging (or should I say
choking) my Unit by its neck with its own keychain, as I usually had done for
the past few days since I got them.
	When my computer signalled that the final link was completed, I went directly
to my mailbox and began skimming through the assorment or e-mail I ahd
received during the day (and from FFML)
	I was midly disappointed when I found out that there were no EVA fanfics to
read, but having completed my first EVA fanfic, 'Sweet Remembrance' was good
enough keep me going for a while. I turned to Ranma fanfics, which I was
beginning to take interest in.
	"What's this? A new fanfic, "Broken Bokken? Sounds interesting..." I mumble
as I drop my petty miniature Unit 01 to the table. "No name here, but it's by
somebody from cwade@adelphia.net. I hate it when someone forgets to put down
their names."
	I was too busy reading the fanfic to notice an unusual movement. It was only
a tiny reflex movement. Only until I had finished reading the fanfic did I
subconsciously try and pick up the purple Unit.
	"OW!" I pulled away my hand as I felt something sharp jab at my fingers. I
glanced down to see what happened. What I saw made my eyes bluge in shock.
"Whaaaa?"
	The miniature Unit 01 had somehow activated itself and were now brandishing
its miniature gun. Two other units and an Angel were moving, too. Unit 00
tried to poke at me with its Lance of Longnius and Unit 02's tiny progressive
knife was glowing with weird lights. Sachiel was, well, just walking around.
	I stared in surprise with my mouth open as the 'keychains' tried to advance.
"How's that possible? You guys're supposed to be inanimate objects or
something like that. What gives?"Curious, I gently pushed against 02 to see if
I was really seeing things. Unit 02 growled as it slapped away my finger.
	"You'll never know, baka."
	I heard a voice and turned my head to follow the source. It was my Asuka
keychain! Asuka seemed to be pissed off about something, but what? "You too,
Asuka? I've got to be dreaming..."
	Asuka shook her head, "No, baka- it's not a dream, but your NIGHTMARE!"
	"What are you talking about?" I was confused.
	"You've been strangling us with our own keychains for too long, and this will
stop! We will not let you kill any of us again!"
	"B-but, Asuka! I haven't done anything to you!"
	"You tried to kill my Unit 02! PREPARE TO DIE, BAKA!"
	I screamed as several super-deformed Evangelion characters on keychains
leaped and attacked me.



Auuuuuggghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That hurts!

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