I know you said you've abandoned this, but I will post here that I've had the same idea and I would really like to do it. I suck at overall plots, but am pretty good at writing witty dialogue (I can write Marco spot on
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Maybe this summer you will get back into it. I'd love to help out / ghostwrite.
Here is a segment from an animorphs fanfic I never finished (couldn't think of a plot!)
My name is Marco. When a red tailed hawk is screeching outside your window, at three in the morning, on a Wednesday, its never gonna be good news. I was sitting at my desk. My head on the table. Bob Marley was blaring through one headphone. My music player informed me that it was tired of playing him and ran out of batteries without so much as a goodbye. At least AOL is polite.
<Marco! I’m glad your still up.> Tobias said.
“Uh… Yeah.” I mumbled, still groggy from lack of sleep. I went and opened the window. He hopped onto my table dresser. “Tobias you better have a great reason to be here because I was having the greatest dream. It was about a women… But for some reason I was crying…”
<You haven’t been listening to Bob Marley again have you?> Tobias said, somewhat condescendingly.
“That’s not important right now. Why are you here?”
<We got to get the band together!> He exclaimed, smugly.
“You have to stop misquoting movies. I have to go to school, fight off an alien armada, maintain a double life… And I still have better movie knowledge than the guy who lives with an alien who does nothing but watch TV.”
<Exactly. TV! Ax has no appreciation of the classics. But if you wanna know what happened in ‘The Young and The Restless’ last night I happen to be an expert.>
“We need to get Ax some videos.” I said.
<You’re telling me. Are you ready yet?>
I pulled on a way-too-tight T-shirt. I really need Rachel to pick me out a cooler morphing outfit. They make cool clothes for short people right?
“Yeah.” I said as if the mini mental dialogue hadn’t happened. I started morphing. Owl. Even though it was a warm April night there still wouldn’t be massive amounts of thermals and I wanted the superior vision.
After the bone crunching, brain melting, muscle moulding process had finished I was an owl. Sometimes, morphing was cool. Other times it was three fifteen AM and you were sneaking out of your house to go who knows where.
Wait up… That still sounds cool!
I launched my bird body into the night, my wings catching me effortlessly I used my momentum to skim me over the clothesline and into the night sky.
<So what’s this big emergency anyway?> I asked in thought speak.
<I’ll tell you at the barn. I’ll get Rachel, you get Jake.>
I nearly made a joke about him getting Rachel because he looooved her. But he was out of thought speak range. That boy can really fly! Its not just because he gets a lot of practice, I think he always had his head in the clouds. Some people just have a lot to fly away from, you know?
I was gliding over the white houses. Pool. Trampoline. Pool. Pool. I need to pester my Dad into getting a pool. That would make me infinitely cooler right? Wait, what’s infinity times zero? I’ll need to ask Ax.
I know what you’re thinking. Marco why are you so relaxed? You could be fighting for your life any minute? How can you be making jokes?
I guess I’m simply amazing… Or not.
In all honesty, I guess its just how I deal. Like, some people drink, some fly away and some joke. Its all just a way of getting over their problems.
* * *
“Jake.” I said. Tobias wasn’t back yet from Rachel’s house. Either Rachel was sleeping and he was having to use rocks to dive bomb the window… Or they had got… Distracted.
“Marco.” He said.
“We have to have a serious talk. I mean Cassie’s barn is all very well and good but we’re superheroes now! Do you think Batman would have settled for anything less than the bat cave?”
“Yeah but wasn’t Batman’s greatest weapon his mind anyway? Maybe you should work on that before you criticise the make shift Bat Cave.”
“Touché my friend!”
Jake rubbed his temples. He looked beat. Probably was. He had probably been up late studying for that test we had in English.
I was about to study for that, but then Mortal Combat 4 beckoned. Then I had to listen to Bob Marley. Then I was going to get the study guide for the book off the internet… But I got goaded into a fight by my arch nemesis / Ax. Three hours and around 100 online poker games later I was being awoken by Tobias after a particularly weird dream. I really have to stop eating pizza before bed.
A hawk and an eagle flew in through the window. The Bald Eagle flew down, demorphed and Rachel stood up, shaking her hair out.
“What’s this about Tobias?” Jake asked.
<I’m sorry to wake you guys. At about 1:30 this morning Eric woke me. He said he suspects the head of the board of education to be a controller.>
“Wait! I got it!” I said. “It’s the lunch lady! It explains everything, I mean I always knew she wasn’t quite human… And the food. Oh dear god we’ve been poisoned! Three years we’ve been eating that stuff! Who knows what kind of gross mutations-”
“Can it Marco. He said the president of the board, somehow I doubt the lunch lady is even on the board.” Rachel said. She dug around in the hay until she found the can of cola that she hadn’t had the chance to drink last time we were here. I stared jealously until she threw it at me, retrieving another one. I wondered how many cans were concealed in various positions around the bard. I took a sip. Ahhhh caffeine.
<Anyway.> Tobias said interrupting my mental sigh. <The Chee did intercept a communication that suggests they want to infest more kids. Its part of a new plan the visser has.>
“We should have seen this coming.” Rachel said. “I mean school is a great place to recruit kids to the sharing. Lots of poor, bullied kids with nothing to loose. Plus its easy for a teacher to force a kid to do ‘community service’ as a punishment or whatever. Then bam. They have been infested and can fight for the glory of the Yeerk empire.”
There was a silence. Rachel, like me, can be very cold when it comes to seeing how the enemy thinks.
“Okay. So why did you have to wake us? I have a test tomorrow.” I said.
<I needed to contact you all before you got into school.>
“Alright.” Jake said. We all sat up a little straighter. Jake has that effect on people. “We can’t do anything ‘til the morning. Tomorrow we go to school as normal. This weekend: we got some surveillance to do.”
“Oh man,” I said, “But there’s a marathon of The Powerpuff- I mean… uh… Homework… I have a lot of homework. You buying this Jake?”
“Not even a little. And dude keep your love of the powerpuff girls on the downlow. Its not normal!” He looked at his watch. “Shoot, its already 5:30. Its gonna be tight getting back before sunrise. The last thing we need is someone to spot the owls going in bedroom windows across town.”
A couple of hours later I had my head on a desk again.
“Marco?”
“Urg.” I said. I wrenched my head up. Shoot. Math class. The class was walking out the door. I tried for real words. “I’m sorry what?”
“I asked if you got any sleep at all last night.” Mrs Cornwall. My math teacher. Evil? Yes, but only by default. I am moderately sure that she might actually have a soul!
“I know its stressful.” Aw. Mrs Cornwall was concerned about me. Too bad she was like a hundred years old. Anyway, she was feeding me a perfect line.
“Yeah, it just gets to me sometimes.”
I felt like yelling to her ‘I AM FIGHTING AN ALIEN INVASION. I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE SAT’s!’
“Well,” She said, “try taking deep breaths and don’t study so much.”
“Okay,” I said, finally being honest “I’ll try and study less.”
