Bonus Scene Two: Bonus Scene Harder
Somewhere in America
Nicolas Cage woke in a not so cold sweat. He was a little sweaty, yes, but it wasn’t a cold sweat. He was fine, he had just left the heater on too high.
of course, this was at the back of Mr. Cage’s mind. What was at the forefront was ponies. Specifically, little ponies. Little ponies that were his.
Man, that sounded like a great name for a toy line. Nicolas Cage’s Little Ponies. He could make a fortune off of that. But he couldn’t just run ads. No one watches ads anymore.
No. He would do something better. …A TV show. An animated TV show! No, wait, someone was doing that already. What else could he do?
Hm…. Yeah. Yes! That was it! A movie! A big budget movie! A big budget, live action movie about ponies! Now, who would he get to direct it? …Michael Bay! Who was going to write it? …James Cameron! And who was going to star? Well, certainly not some tanned hussy. Nicolas Cage could probably do it. And Morgan Freeman. And John DeLacie. And that chick from Underworld.
Yeah. This was going to be the greatest-!
Wait, no. Someone was doing that too…
Nicolas Cage frowned. How could he get young people interested in his toy line? He needed a medium no one else was working on…
Hm… what was no one else using to promote toys?
And that’s when it hit him. Figuratively, of course. An idea cannot literally hit you. Unless of course you’ve entered your mind and everything that happens to you there is translated into the real world. Because when you’re in your mind, your mind makes it real.
Anyway, the idea that Nicolas Cage had was to instead of making a movie or a TV show, he was going to have a writer write fan fiction about ponies, and then slip subliminal messages into the stories, so that when his toys came out, readers would buy them.
But who should he get to write the stories and what should they be about? Nicolas Cage went to his computer and sent out a mass message to all his buddies. Surely one of them must have an idea.
The actor was surprised when he got an immediate reply. Someone on Deviate Art called Fyre_flye. The message was intriguing.
Hello Mr. Cage. Your idea about these ponies interests me. You say you need a writer and an idea? Well, I happen to have both. Tell me, how do you feel about long titles?
“How long we talking?” Cage said into his mike.
The reply came back in text, filtered through a voice changer.
How does this look?
If you have sex with a changeling that looks like your beloved and you didn’t know and you end up having a child together, does it count as cheating?
Hm?
Cage smiled. He had no idea who was on the other end of the line and he had no idea what he was getting into, but he had a feeling it was gonna be good.
Real good.
“I like it.” Cage said. “Now, please tell me more.”
There was a pause before more text scrolled across the screen.
Are you sure you want to play this game?
“Oh, I’m sure.”
You really want this cake?
Cage grinned. “I want it.”
Then let’s begin.