DISCLAIMER: I don't own CatCF. I don't claim to own it. No profit is being made off this rather odd story.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Fangirl Heaven is an in-joke between me and one of my friends, as well as a little comic I draw, mostly with Willy Wonka fangirl jokes. Like, it's always some fangirl joke or another, but I usually use Willy Wonka as my muse. : )
DAY ONE
I find myself locked in this small room with nothing but this random diary I found and Vlad the Emo Oompa Loompa for company. Vlad mostly sits in the corner crying, though… Hmm…I wonder why…
From my little spot beneath my desk, I can hear the two adolescent girls wreaking havoc throughout the factory, and it scares me. The girls are disturbed.
For a long time now, the girls have been doing nothing but stalking me. I'm not sure when it began. Probably when Tim Burton made my life story into a movie. But, even before this, I had caught glimpses of the same two girls passing my factory. Every time, they had these freakish sub-human looks in their eyes, the kind of look that can only be found in the eyes of bored teenage girls with raging hormones and too much spare time.
Yes…the perfect description of a fangirl. God only knows what goes on in their head.
…Oh. Oh God.
That disturbing mental image will forever haunt me.
DAY TWO
I'm still trapped in this God-forsaken office room. Vlad is still depressed. As per usual. (Emo…)
The Fangirls tried breaking down the door not too long ago. I am thankful for the saving grace that is their failure in gaining access to the office. I'm not sure how they figured out I was in here—they probably saw me in this room before they got in—but so help me if I find out that an Oompa Loompa gave away my whereabouts…
Well, let's just say their ass is grass, and I'm the lawn-mower.
DAY THREE
You know how when someone sees an image so terrifying that they dream about it? Well, I'm starting to dream about the rabid Fangirls of doom.
Every night, while I'm asleep, I can hear their insane cries of "SQUEEEEE!!!!" and such. In the dreams, I am stuck in some dark abyss, utterly helpless as they begin to advance towards me. Even in my dreams, I'm not safe from them.
Dammit.
DAY FOUR
Vlad…has hung himself.
Why am I not surprised?
They almost got in again today. I was cowering under my desk (I seem to be doing that a lot, as of late), and I heard a loud banging noise. I glanced over at the door, and heard one girl—a Kitsune named Gar—yell "HE'S IN HERE, NEKO!!!" As the name suggests, the other girl is a Neko.
There was another loud cry of "SQUEE!!!" and the door started rattling on its hinges. To my horror, the rabid fangirls created a rather large dent in the door, and where they were banging into it has started to splinter.
I can only wonder how long it will take until they get in here.
DAY FIVE
Oh God. They made a hole in the door! I can see them! I CAN SEE THEM!!!
They yell "SQUEE!!!" and the Neko reaches through the hole. She unlocks the door and the two of them enter.
They begin looking around. My hand is shaking so hard, the writing looks just barely legible. But…if Charlie and/or his family finds this…I am handing the factory over to Charlie, should I not survive this invasion of my personal space that I will inevitably suffer.
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Mother? Is that you? What's with the pretty light?