Me: *hands zooming across the keyboard, elated to get another hyperfixation*
*WIPs peeking around the corner*
WIP 1: There she goes again.
WIP 2: Should we do something?
WIP 3: Fuck that, I am not getting thrown across the room again.
Me : *cackling while looking at what I wrote*
Old Fic looks at WIPs peeking around the corner: The hell are you all looking?
WIP 1: Author is hyperfixated on writing Shiny New Fic.
Old Fic: So? That's nothing new
WIP 3: She needed to leave for work 10 minutes ago.
Old Fic: Ah *peeks around corner too* So whose turn is it this time?
*WIPs 1, 2 and 3 all point at each other*: IT'S THEIR TURN!!
*Old Fic rolls eyes*: Pussies. *cracks knuckles* I'll do it, you bunch of babies.
*Old Fic strolls up to Me while WIPs watch*
WIP 1: Let us pray for our brave brother.
*sound of screaming, mad cackling and furniture being thrown is heard*
*WIPs dare to peek around the corner and witness the chaos of all out war between Me and Old Fic*
Me: I WILL DISMANTLE YOU!! I WILL TEAR YOU APART, PAGE BY PAGE, OLD FIC!!
Old Fic: HA! *holds up My laptop* NOT WITHOUT THIS YOU WON'T! *roadrunner runs outta there, laptop in hand*
*Old Fic zooms past WIPs screaming* RUN, BITCHES, RUN!!!
*WIPs start running for their lives after Old Fic, with Me hot on their heels*
WIP 2: Why can't we have a normal Author?
*Old Fic and WIPs continue running*
*Me planning murder, death, fire and destruction on all my Fics for interrupting my hyperfixation on my day off*