Are You Afraid of the Daria?
"...and then that weird girl forced them to wear... CLOGS! The End." Quinn said in a spooky voice and the other members of the Fashionable Midnight Club jumped in their seats in fright.
"Cloooooggggssss eeeewwwww!" Tiffany drawled in horror, "Theyyyy maaakeeee yooouuuurrr feeeeettttt faaaatttt!"
"I know!" Stacy squeaked while secretly thankful that she had worn a diaper this time, it was already soaking wet.
"Pfft!" Sandi sniffed, "Well I for one don't believe in such things."
"Why not Sandi?" Quinn asked out of curiosity.
"Well I will admit that there are evil unfashionable people out there, they like, wouldn't have the guts to force their bad fashion choices on the popular people."
"Yeeeaaaahhh..." Tiffany drawled in obedience.
"I agree!" Stacy squeaked, "There's no such thing as a 'Dariamonster'."
"Wanna bet?" A flat monotone voice emerged from the woods and the last thing that the Fashionable Midnight Club saw as popular kids were the flashes of the fire in the unfashionable Dariamonster's glasses.
THE END