Disclaimer: Yet another silly snippet. This one occurred when I was asked if I couldn't write while chatting. (03/01/2002) So I did! I don't think this was quite what was in mind. So here is The Second FX Chat Fic!

Rollie runs into the room and turns around in dismay, not seeing any other exits. He freezes. Why are Angie's and my pictures on the wall? He jumps as he spots the women in the room. "Who are you? What?" He pants as he tries to catch his breath.

One woman gets up and circles him, apparently sniffing. Rollie catches a glimpse of what looks like a tail and... dog ears? He notices another of the women looks like she has.... Yellow feathers?!?

I must be going...

A Dreaming! This must be a Dreaming!

He edges further away from the woman who is snickering evilly. "Who are you?" the Aussie asks again, gathering the shreads of his sanity and courage.

FXulli : please let it be a dream

Rollie Tyler realizes he won't wake up until he figures out what is going on. At least he had lost his pursuers. A chair appears beside him and he sits, gingerly, on the edge. He drops his head into his hands and runs his fingers through his hair.

FXulli : oh my

He takes a deep breath. Okay, he thinks, these, uh, women aren't going to answer me....

He jumps up as a bird that looks remarkably like Tweetie lands on the back of the chair. He whirls around, a wild look in his eyes, as he realizes the woman who seemed to have yellow feathers was gone.

This is a really, really, REALLY weird dream!

He whirls toward the entrance as two large men burst through the door. They had found him! The men pointed guns at him.

FXulli : oh oh

Rollie backs up until his back hits the wall. There is no way out! There wasn't anyway to stop them!

Dori :

"I tink he not the puddy tat." says the Tweetie Bird.

He realizes that one of the other women is gone. A furry hound dog is approaching his two pursuers, growling.

fx fic hound : Bad men! Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

The Tweetie bird fluffs her feathers.

One of the men swings his gun towards the dog.

fx fic hound : Grrrrr! GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! Bad men! Bad! Bad! Bad!

FXulli : Noooo

"Good hound ! Good hound ! Bite them!" shouts Tweetie.

The yellow bird takes to the air as the dog springs toward the man pointing the gun at her. She lands on the other gunman's head and starts pecking at his eyes as the dog bites her opponent's hand, causing him to drop his gun. The man that Tweetie is attacking waves his hands in the air, trying to get the bird off his head. He points his own gun toward his head, trying to shoot the angry bird!

FXulli : Bad men, bad men, bad men!

The hound stands on her opponent's chest growling.

FXulli : yeah

She starts to spring toward the other man, but he drops unconscious, having shot a wee bit too close to his own head. The Tweetie bird laughs out loud.

FX Tweetie Bird : "You miss me, nasty man!"

FXulli : ha

Rollie blinks as he looks at the downed men. He slides down the wall at his back, laughing so hard his sides ache.

Dori :

"Angie is never going to believe this," the handsome Aussie gasps out.

FXulli :

FXulli : meow

He pushes himself back up to his feet and bows to the two women, one Tweetie and one hound in the room. "Thank you, dear ladies! It looks like I took the right turn after all."

He jumps as he realizes one of the women has turned into a cat.... He quickly exits the strange room, before he turns into an eagle!