Good Evening everyone!

E:This is the Misty Sand late night show with your host, EvilPopTart!

E:tonight we have a special guest joining us. Please give a warm welcome to

cue drum roll and silence from the crowd

E:CLAP YOU MONKEYS! WHAT DO WE PAY YOU FOR?

quiet clapping from terrified crowd

E:Midnight... Breeze dancer!

E:I need to fire the guy who writes my speeches...

Meanwhile, a intern is murdered backstage

E:Anyways. Welcome.

B: Oi. It's 2 in the morning, and I haven't finished my drinking binge yet

Breeze is handed a bottle of beer.

B: Much better

E:Tonight, we have a short set of three questions for you.

Poptart takes beer

B: Well? Get on with it. I have a plate of wings to finish and a Midnight to seduce.

Intern is heard dying in the background, but this is ignored, while Poptart and Breeze both take a sip of beer.

E: First off, what kind of shoes do you wear? They are like a cross between sandals and platform boots. What do you call them?

B: I dunno. I got them from a thrift shop. And I just think of them as thigh high boots anyways.

E: Second question: With the release of Play-ninja last week, with you on the cover, has there been any changes in your life?

B: Of course. I'm already running out of places to hide the bodies.

Breeze takes a long gulp of her beer

E: We do have an pay per use incinerator out back.

B: Oh lovely! How much?

E: 5000 coins from any bank account will suffice.

Breeze looks at camera and gives a cruel grin that sends most audience members fleeing in terror

Back at the bar

A dreamy Crimson fist sighs as he stares upon his Idol on TV, with her lovely little smirk

A furious Midnight Blade pulls out his sword as the two bartenders set up bets for the fight.

Back in studio

E: What is your opinion on...

Poptart's face contorts in horror and turns a bit green as he stares down his cue card.

E: This?

Poptart shows Breeze a picture of Swimsuit Chiyo

Poptart and Breeze share a supporting glance before vomiting together.

Back to the bar

We find Midnight sprawled on a table, with Crimson towering over him, his face one of murderous rage.

Despite being victorious, Crimson is bleeding from a dozen cuts as Azure hands Scarlet a small wad of coupons,

M: Mother! Save me!

F: No mercy for you! For my Goddess Breeze!

M: Sister! Save me!

A: No. You cost me 50 coupons

A frustrated Crimson Fist prepares a powerful 1000 years of death, but is stopped by the immobilisation jutsu of Scarlet.

M: Scarlet.

S: That will be 500 ingots.

M: Wha? No!

S: Really?

M: I refuse to pay such a large

Scarlet releases Crimson, who returns to his previous action.

Scarlet, being Scarlet, innocently whistles as Midnight's voice shoots up two octaves

F: You make me miss Goddess Breeze's interview. Shame

Back to the studio

B: What kind of abomination is that?

E: leaked photo? I don't know.

Swimsuit Chiyo bursts onto stage, giving a heart attack to both host and guest

Chiyo looks around, finding the host and guest both slumped over in their chairs.

C: I like those boots. My daughter in law would love those as a Christmas present!

Chiyo rips the boots off the still twitching Breeze before skipping out, leaving behind a horrified crowd of victims.

AN: No boots, Poptarts, Breezes, Crimsons, or Midnights were harmed in the making of this crack fiction.

The same cannot be said for interns.

AN 2: Back at writing fanfiction. Comment on what you want to see next.