The Sacred Bond of the Friendship Bracelets

by Sprikenz

[first fan fic, yay!]A Drawn Together fic, starring Xandir and my favorite out of all of my characters, Sprikenz. A war has broken out between the Producers and the Drawn Together housemates. Will Sprikenz and Xandir be able to overcome their fears?

All characters EXCEPT Sprikenz are not mine. To get a look at the cover I made myself (all I have is MS Paint), go to (http://i10. Sorry if it's a little messed up. My computer is extremely slow. The cover depicts Xandir and Sprikenz linking arms with their friendship bracelets (made of pure silver, 'cause their friendship is just as pure) on their wrists, with the title on top and bottom. Sprikenz is basically based off of Xandir; so DON'T call Sprikenz a "blatant Xandir rip-off." 'Cause it's not "ripping-off", it's called inspiration. I'll put up some more illustrations later. My first fan-fic, so I'm REALLY proud of myself! So anyway, enjoy the action of "Drawn Together: The Sacred Bond of the Friendship Bracelets"!

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CHAPTER ONE

The Producers Make A Comeback

"What do you mean you want the house back…? We're being kicked out…? Where we gonna stay?" Foxxy Love had argued with some strange man on the telephone. Sprikenz just had happened to be walking past the corner of the wall, and as she heard Foxxy's last comment, she froze with indescribable horror. She then hid herself behind the wall so Foxxy wouldn't see her listening to every word of the conversation.

After about a half hour, Foxxy Love had placed the phone back on the receiver in disbelief. She took a seat on a stair and buried her face in her hands. "Son of a bitch."

Sprikenz' somewhat curious nature craved the information, and with that, she hurried over to comfort her.

"Foxxy, what the HELL is going on here?" Sprikenz had asked, kneeling down.

"The Producers want the Drawn Together House back!" Foxxy exclaimed as tears of sorrow streamed down her cheeks. This was, indeed, very dreadful. You can tell something is going to go horribly wrong when Foxxy cries… Foxxy never cries.

"Oh… my God," Sprikenz gasped, her eyes welling up with tears. "Where are we going to take shelter? What happened?" The only reply was, "I guess we've just… well, overstayed our welcome."