Minigolf

What happens when you ask a cat (who probably shouldn't be in a WoF fanfic but nobody cares) to minigolf? And what happens when you take them to a dragon-sized minigolf course (seriously, they're all dragon-sized and it doesn't really matter) and the golf balls are the size of their entire body?
And what if they're an author? 
What happens then?
== Prologue- Jay (NOTE: This story takes place before arc three because I hate the BoE more than I hated... um...) ==
Jay was bored.
Really bored.
She poked at the keyboard in front of her, wondering what she was going to do. She stood up, stretching her feathery wongs (yes this is a comedy fanfic) and sliding out her claws to keep her balance. She turned to walk away, and she forgot about the hole in the kitchen sink. The drain. Or a warp pipe, because that's just how things are gonna go.
She flew up to the dragon-sized sink to go and get some water (she was thinking about making a dragonsona soon, but she wasn't sure how to make one. She liked making warriors better, but she hated almost being squished by every single dragon she came across. The kitchen had a draconic feel about it anyway.)
She turned the absurdly large knob that had a C on it on the right side of the faucet, and she flew over to fill a cup, but she didn't think about the water pressure and the fact that she and the cup were the size of a speck of lint compared to the very large knobs of the sink. She held out the cup to fill it, and the water brought her down, face-and-the-cup-she-was-holding-first, and the last thing she felt was the cold water carrying her through the warp pipe, AKA the drain. There wasn't much to see even if she actually had some form of night vision like other cats.
It felt like a week, maybe a month, before the pipe spat her out, sopping wet, into the ocean.
== Chapter One- Skylar ("I love monsters!!!" -Skylar, in his head because he has some sort of sanity that I can't pull off) ==
Skylar loved monsters.
He didn't know they actually existed until today, though. He'd just been reading a WoF book and wishing he was on the wiki because he was almost done with arc 2, and poof. here he was.
(If you read the books, why not be in them?)
He was falling. And then someone punched him in the gut- but how? he wondered- and the cold water seemed to come even faster. He glimpsed a tangle of blue-gray fur and feathers that had probably bounced off of him. He didn't realize that something had changed as soon as he got dumped into this weird fanfic-seeming thing until he hit the water and he realized that somehow he was bigger than before, and maybe it was because-
Did someone already make me a sona? Or-
== Chapter Two- Windstone (Strangely and tightly tied to the fabric of the draconic reality) ==
A hybrid, or rather a self-proclaimed quabrid because of how their parents were an IceWing who lived by the ocean and a RainWing who loved the mountains, was gliding towards the sea. The wind could have brought them all the way across the sea, but they were happy to splash around a bit, so they dove towards where they thought the SeaWing palace might be, paddling around in a circle.
That was when the Big Sploosh happened. When Phrryhya took a turn for the worse. Maybe it could've been alright if the three of them hadn't wanted to play minigolf. Maybe it would've stayed canon.
But no.
The author really wanted to play minigolf, so everyone was doomed.
Windstone felt a twinge of fear. We're all gonna die, he thought, as the sky began to crack, probably letting memes and insanity soak into the folds of the dragon world's delicate reality, marred by jokefics in unprecedented numbers. Mary Sues. Tie-die in the rainforest. Cheese and shampoo. Marshmallows and conditioner.
The insanity began.
And every dragon on the face of Phrryhya (and also Pantala) would die. That way nobody could reconstruct the universe.
That way the only way for the world to go was down. Maybe sideways, but it'd still go down.
And there was almost no hope for the dragon universe.
== Chapter Three- Jay ==
Jay didn't care much about what would happen to any world. She could just make one up, after all, and they were all doomed to die anyway. She didn't know when she'd hit the seafloor, but she couldn't die if she didn't write herself a story. She didn't know if she'd written herself into this or if she'd gone and broken the fourth wall, but it didn't matter, really. She'd just get teleported back to the dark room and the kitchen, and there wouldn't be anything wrong with the world. She drifted off a couple of times, and each time she saw two dragons, and darkness, and the keyboard typing a reset button into existence. She wanted to hit it, but she couldn't reach it.
She could see the spires of a castle in the distance. The SeaWing palace? she guessed, trying to swim towards it but failing miserably. She turned to see a dragon, blurred by the water. sinking. She waited for her paws to touch the seafloor and started trying to walk in their direction. She wondered when the funny stuff would start happening.
She wished that she had control of the story. But if the fourth wall was broken, there was nothing she could do anymore.
She poked the dragon, and she saw the dragon's eyes open before they started flashing glow scales at her. "Hey!" Jay tried shouting, but the only things she heard were the sound of air rushing out of her mouth and warbled nonsense. She saw the dragon start to move, and she tried to swim away, but the dragon was about to land on her, and she couldn't sink her claws into anything to get out of the way faster-
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