So I took one random sentence from each fanfiction I've written (over 100) and combined them all into the following weirdness. This is only part one, so let me know if you want more. ^_^
WARNING: The following story includes Mello stealing Tim Drake's sandwich, Levi x Natsu BDSM, and Ed's narrow encounter with a desk.
Taking a deep breath, he crawled over to the mirror to see the extent of his injuries. His face remained a grim portrayal of the agony in his heart. "I didn't know she was having a party," Ino said as if on cue. In the daylight, the warm, golden forest was gorgeous, artistic by both thei standards, but now a cold wind rattled the trees and shadows were sliding out into view. He must have made more noise than he thought, for he heard Eren stirring in the bunk above him. Ed almost fell off the desk. He was worried that people would start asking questions, and he didn't feel like answering them. Gaara just slunk dejectedly out of the room, muttering under his breath. Levi ignored him. Fury was burning in her teal eyes. Levi gave him an annoyed look and slammed a pile of papers down on Erwin's desk. So why was he blindfolded and tied to the bed? Natsu contemplated the best way to perform his task. "Come on, there's gotta be a broom somewhere," a familiar voice muttered. Jean almost spat out his coffee. It was an accident; a mistake. She was fully awake now, mind racing as she took in her surroundings and calculated the possibilities. He choked back a sob and bit his lip. Mello rolled over, snatched the chocolate and shoved the console back in Matt's face. "Forgot something," he explained in a hurry as he snatched Tim's sandwich from the nightstand and made a run for it. "It's actually pretty nice here," BEN commented, sprinting over the worn carpet and up the stairs. Hikaru heard the clink of metal hitting something before the door swung open. She was probably prefer some kind of torture device. She would probably prefer some kind of torture device. 'Surprised' was an understatement for the look on her face when he slammed his plate down next to her. For so long she had clung to the past; she wasn't sure she could let go of it now. At first Eren was too shocked to move, but gradually his senses returned to him. But he didn't realize how loud he was. He was immediately shoved against the wall with surprising strength. "I don't want to be," he mumbled almost incoherently into the pillow. England didn't bother pretending he didn't like it. That fear only grew worse when he saw flashes of lightning outside his window. She obviously knew what happened next, as she only tossed a poorly-aimed shuriken before sprinting in the opposite direction. Elfman's fist came out of nowhere and hit Gray squarely in the jaw. It was quiet again for a while, except for the quiet boom of the fireworks overheard. "Claude!" he screamed automatically, voice hoarse and slurred. "I was ordered to kill you," Yashamaru taunted in a voice barely above a whisper. His stomach dropped, and he felt himself falling into darkness.