Dr. Jonas and his silly little article about Jane Loe

You are Dr. Stanley Jonas, the president of the Jane Loe fan club (a job that you are proud of,) and the webmaster of the club's website.

You had only started to code a few months ago but the worrying amount of page sources open on your shared laptop helped you understand how to do the basics. Sitting at your "desk" (which was really just an empty section in the hallway´s closet.) , you wondered what else you should do to decorate the website while at the same time delivering information about it.

You open up a editor and code in a section where you can start writing before you open up notepad. But you dont have any ideas, the sounds of Madeline tuning her guitar doesn't help with inspiration nor does the smell of the vice-president´s cigarretes coming from the outside.

The meows and purrs of Scribbles approaching you doesn't help, she jumps onto your lap. It just distracts you further (she's cute anyways.)

You finally type something up, just a few paragraphs. You read it again. "Jane Loe, our main source of hope and motivacion to live in this lonelycolorless wrld between reliaity and the deep deths offf the VOIIID." Boring, and the sticky keys on the keyboard made you mess up. You rewrite it and continue. "Jane Loe, our main source of hope and motivation to persist in this desolate, colorless world between reality and the daunting VOID. Born on the 32nd of Naughtuary, √-1. She was the first resident of PSEUDO-REALITY. Using her strength, and powers, and intelligence, she alone upheld this world, stopping it from falling into the abyss of the VOID." Better, but still not good enough.

Your back is really starting to annoy you, but you can't stand up because Scribbles fell asleep on you. You run your writing through a grammar checker and look up a few "cooler sounding" synonyms for some of the words.

You rewrite it for the second time. (You can't copy and paste it because both of the Ctrl keys fell off of the laptop, you've lost all Ctrl. Hah.

"Jane Loe, our primary source of hope and motivation to persist in this desolate, monochromatic realm between reality and the daunting VOID. Arriving into the world on the 32nd of Naughtuary, √-1. She became the initial resident of PSEUDO-REALITY. Using her incredible strength, abilities, and intellect, she single-handedly upheld this world, stopping it from plunging into the abyss of the VOID." That sounds awesome sauce! You save your work and take a small cat petting break.

Your much needed break is interrupted by someone pushing in your seat and forcing you to sit with your back against the chair, fixing your horrible posture, their hands are warm. Someone speaks to you for the first time today. "Jonas, for the 100th time! Keep your chair as close as possible to the desk and sit with you back pressed against it. I don't wanna hear you complaining about how much your back hurts when you're sitting like this." It's Brian, the guy who's always slightly pissed at something. He doesn't seem mad at you (he never really is. Why would he be now?) You always wondered why he was in color when all the other's weren't but he speaks before you can ask. "Why do you have notepad open- What're you writing?" He motions for you to get out of the chair, you comply, Scribbles jumps off and wanders away, he takes your place, leans in and starts to read. After a few agonizing seconds he comments on your writing. "Jonas... What the hell is this? Do you even know what Jane does?" You feel a lump in your throat, he notices. "Look, I'm not saying it's bad, okay? It's just that most of this information is false. I've actually talked to Jane and she isn't as... No, she doesn't 'uphold' this world. She just lives in it, like any other 'celebrity'..." You feel like he's holding back information to not hurt your feelings. It's alright, you don't want to know anyways.

He stands up and offers you his seat (what a gentleman, even if it was originally your seat and you had been standing for just a minute.) You sit down (correctly this time, with your back pressed against the back of the chair.) and start to transfer your "it's not bad" article to the actual website. Brian looks at you, he seems happier, even giving you a few pats on the head and ruffling your hair before walking away.

You add one last line before uploading it for good. "And that is the story of Jane Loe."

You close your laptop proudly, stand up, and take a seat at the sofa. Madeline's guitar finally seems to be tuned, but she leaves a few moments after you sit near her (Do i smell bad or does she have better things to do?)

This is my first time actually writing something that's not for school. I hope you enjoy it!