A/n Hello there. It seems that you have come to read this story. Or you accidentally clicked on the wrong link. Which does happen sometimes, I admit. This story has been completely re-written so it's not as horrible anymore! Yeah, all four chapters of it have been re-written... This is a self-insert, but I really hope niehter Kitty nor I come off as being Mary-Sues... Cuz being perfect is boring! Anyways, so I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I am NOT the owner of Yugioh. If I where then... Well a lot of things would have changed. For instance, Bunni would have been sat on way more often. And if you're wondering who Bunni is, then go and start reading. NOW.

Normally when a kid's first time home alone comes around, they end up freaking out and getting worried that they'll be murdered. The first time I was left at home by myself, I watched TV and played Neopets till around 2:00 in the morning.

Of course, seeing as that was about five years ago, I wasn't wasting my time playing Neopets – No, I wisely used my time to watch episodes of Yu-Gi-Oh! instead. As for why my parent's needed to be gone for that to happen… Well, let's just say I get a tad violent when watching certain episodes.

"HAH! IN YOUR FACE, YUGI!" I yelled, and proceeded to throw another dart at the computer screen. As for why I decided to try my best to destroy the mini-Pharaoh as best as I could – well, I was simply bored. And when you're bored, there's nothing better for it than throwing a sharp object at the head of a certain spiky-haired midget.

Suddenly, I quickly closed the computer window with a barely repressed shudder. A friendship speech – now THAT I could do without. So instead of continuing to watch, I promptly got out of my chair and went to go make something for dinner – leftover spaghetti, as it happened to be.

On my way to the kitchen I picked up the phone. Might as well call Kitty, seeing as I had been needing to talk to her and she hadn't been online in a while. So I dialed the number that was literally implanted in my brain, placed the Tupperware container in the microwave and waited.





"Hi, this is Kelsey. May I please speak to Amanda?" I asked, always using the same greeting that I had been taught when I was five. Old habits die hard.

"Sure," Bug (Amanda's sister) answered. While I waited for Bug to find Kitty, I started to watch episode 51 while eating my spaghetti.

"Hello?" Amanda said.

"Hello!" I replied.









"…We do this every time, don't we?"


And so proceeded what could probably be categorized as one of the most crazy-Yugioh-obsessed conversations you have ever heard.

This proceeded for several hours. I think our record conversation has been for ten hours straight, but I'm not completely sure.

So around two hours later my spaghetti, long forgotten, was sitting in it's little plastic container, probably miserable from the lack of attention it was getting. But we're not here to talk about the spaghetti's feelings. We're here to talk about what proceeded to happen with that fatal little mixture of noodles and tomato sauce.

"Hey, Kitty?" I asked my best friend, a very random idea popping into my head.


"What do you think would happen if I threw spaghetti at the wall?"

"…Um, Kelsey…"


"Wouldn't that be a little… Messy?"

"But I want to know what happens!"

"Fine. But don't come whining to me when you end up killing your wall."

"…I think the wall is already dead."

"No, it's alive you idiot!"

"Hmph. Well I'm going to see what happens when you throw spaghetti at a wall. So BRB!"

And then I proceeded to pick up the container, turn around, and change the fate of world by throwing spaghetti at a wall.

"SPLAT!" went the spaghetti as it splatted against the wall, making a nice addition to the formerly noodle-less spot on the wall.

Then I noticed something strange.

"That's weird…" I said into the phone.

"What is it now?" Kitty asked.

"Does spaghetti normally turn blue when it hits a wall?"

"Um, I would say no."

At this point I was getting pretty freaked out. The spaghetti was glowing. Like, GLOWING glowing. As in the glowing something glows when it's turning into something important. I backed up slowly. Or at least tried to. It doesn't work well while sitting in a wheelie chair that is already all but squished up against a computer desk.

The glowing had now become more of an oval shape. The spaghetti was gone, whatever mystical powers it had contained becoming something much more epic.

"…THIS is weird…" I told Kitty.

"Well you tell me what's going on? I've been sitting here not knowing what's happening while you're sitting there watching your spaghetti glow."

"I think I just created a portal to an alternate dimension."

At first there was only silence on the other end of the line.

"I'll be there in a about three seconds STAT," came the late reply, and then there was a small click.

How she was going to get here, I didn't know. But I just sat there like the idiot I am, watching as the spaghetti portal grew bigger and bigger.

A/n Yes, if you're wondering the word glow IS used several times on purpose... Cuz it's a fun word. Glow. Glow. GLOOOOOW. GLOW! Now if you're sick of the word, then too bad. Cuz I still like it. Anyways, please R+R! Oh wait a second. You've already read. ...The makes things complicated. So now the first R will stand for retrofy. Which probably isn't a word. OH WELL NOW IT IS! So retrofy and review, please! Thankies! ~ Mystic