I always wanted to write a Plants vs Zombies fanfic! *^*

So I made this 'cute' little one-shot of the journal of a Scaredy- Shroom!

Which may turn into a multi-chapter story, depending on reviews

~Enjoy~

Entry 1-Introduction.

H-hi! I-I'm Scaredy-shroom. My sister Fume-Shroom told me I should start writing down my thoughts…If you're wondering how I can write, my uncle Squash taught me how

to use my roots to do so. Not that you're wondering since you're a journal… and journals can't talk….. Anyways my sister said maybe I won't be so stressed if I write my

thoughts down. WHAT DOES SHE KNOW!? HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT'S OUT THERE!?…..I'm sorry, It's just I'm ALWAYS so afraid. Those zombies are unlike anything I've ever

heard about. It's taking a huge toll on my mental state and I just don't know how long I'll be able to last, and yet I haven't even seen one. But I've seen the victims…. It just seems so unearthly for something of that to exist outside a fairy tale. The very thought of meeting one makes my entire body shake. My roots are too jittery, I can't write right now. I'll write

more later…Maybe.

Entry 2-The first wave.

HOLY GRASS, HOLY GRASS, HOLY GRASS!….. Okay I just need to breath…. Yeah breath, just like sister taught me. Journal today I witnessed my first wave. It was horrific, to say the least.

Gladly and a little guiltily I was in the third column, farthest from the monsters (not counting the always protected sunflowers and Sun-Shrooms, which took the first two columns). Up front were these really tall, buff guys called Tall-Nuts (7th column). After them were these purple plants with HUGE mouths. I think someone called them Choppers?… Than there was watermelons and repeaters to finish it off. I think this homeowner was experienced because sis told me you could only get watermelons in levels after us. Oh did I mention there was a row of Scaredy-Shrooms to? Because there was, each one of us are completely different than the other you know! Although I think the homeowner could tell us apart as easily as telling apart one mouse from another….. They can't tell us apart in simple words? At first things were going smoothly, Tall-Nuts protecting and everyone else (including me, amazingly!) shooting with all their might. But after a few rounds, that's when it happened. THE ZOMBIES CAME FROM BEHIND! THEY HAD PICKETS AND DUG UNDERNEATH AND THEY WERE EATING THE SUNFLOWERS AND SUN-SHROOMS AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!…..Breathing, breathing…..The only reason I survived was because of the second Sun-Shroom and the Squash that slammed the zombie to the ground. But that wasn't the worst part! I heard their screams of pain. The screams of my fellow plants being eaten, yet their facial expressions almost never changing. I was so happy to not be one of the dead yet it felt so wrong. What right did I have to be alive? Will it always feel this way? My greatest shame being the fact that I cowered beneath my hood

the minute it ate through the first sunflower. When I told my sister about it she said it was fine to feel fear. But than why do I feel so guilty for those other plants? I don't know, I really doubt I want to know. But I feel like I've said enough. Talk to you later when I don't feel so sick.

So there you have my super mini-one-shot. I would have made it longer but I have other stories needed to be finished. Hope you enjoyed!

Enjoyed enough to fav/review…..maybe? ;3 If you want me to continue this, please voice da opinion!

-PC

Revamp note: Keeping story up, but edited spelling and style.