AN: i have never written anything of this proportion before, so bear with me. I don't even know what Jhoen is like in real life, I doubt anyone on this site does. so i have to resort to imagination. Anyways...Here is your story.

Jhonen pushed his chair back from his study desk. The jolt on the desk made his pen fall to the ground. He didn't bother to even pick it up. "I'm in the mood for spagettios!" He chimed. "Oh! The noodle goodness!" He entered the kitchen, only to find a note on the fridge.

Go to store…buy more spagettios.

He pouted silently... "Awwww…I wanted them now." He threw on his coat, because the rain was pouring hard outside, grabbing the keys to his car. Slowly his hand moved to turn the ignition. The car buzzed, like it was trying to start. Nothing happened. Frustrated he tried again. Still nothing.

"I guess I'll have to walk in the rain." He muttered. He pulled his hood over his head. It was only three blocks.

It was about one block down that his glasses started to smear. He took them off wiping them. It didn't help. BOOM! Thunder and lighting. Jhonen honestly didn't care. It's not like he was going to be affected by it.

Only, he was so wrong. He took one more step, and he felt it. You know how people say you can feel that you're going to be stuck by lighting? It was kind of like that. A jolt entered his body. It hurt a lot.

He fell to the ground, his breath taken away by the jolt. Soon he regained it. "Weird. I thought I was a goner." He was kind of in shock. "Did I just get struck by lighting?"

He shrugged. "Ah well, onto the spagettios!" Little did he know it was more than just being struck. He was about to meet some beings that would alter his life slightly. Possibly this could be the best day of his life, or the worst…

Jhonen arrived back home locking his house door behind him. "Got to beware of the fan girls." He muttered. He placed his spagettios on the stove. "What a night…"

"I'll say." Said a voice from behind him. It was a Man's voice.

Jhonen whirled around to face a man in her early twenties staring at him. "Who would you be?" The man was scrawny, and had unkempt black hair. It was styled like Jhonen's, shaved at the bottom. His eyes had dark circles underneath, like he hadn't slept in a long time. Jhonen gasped. "Oh shit! Who let you in? Damn! A fan? What do you want an autograph?" He frowned. The guy had made it this far. Dressing up like Johnny, busting into his house, and scaring the shit out of him in his kitchen. Talk about stalker…

The man looked confused. "Fan? Who me? I'm not a fan to anything, especially people."

Jhonen's eyes narrowed. "Then why are you dressed like Johnny?"

The man was even more confused. "Err…yes my name is Johnny. I came in here to hide from that evil metal robot thingy outside." He shuddered. "It's after my taco."

Jhonen just noticed that the man had a Taco. "Ummm…metal robot?" Before he could say anything else just that came flying into the room. "I want them tacos!"

Jhonen looked really confused now, for there sitting on top of the intruder's body was a little metal robot. He looked up at Jhonen. "HIIII!!!!!"

Jhonen finally pieced it together. A mischievous grin came across his face. His characters. These where his characters. They had come to life somehow!

The man now clarified as the really Johnny struggled to get up. "Get the fuck off of me!!!"

Gir grinned. "Okie dokie!" He grabbed Johnny's taco shoving it in his mouth.

Johnny's eye twitched. "Fuck you! Give it back!"

Gir giggled and ran in circles around the homicidal maniac screaming some unidentified words.

Johnny sat up looking quite annoyed. He obviously looked through his boot for a knife, and after finding it he threw it at Gir. It bounced off his metal body. "AAARRGGH! Why won't you die?"

Jhonen was kind of in awe. This was something he had often wished to happen, as any creator wishes. He wanted to meet his characters. Well here they where. "Are there any more of you guys?" Jhonen asked Johnny.

Johnny looked at him. "What do you mean? Are you talking about the alien?"

Then Jhonen heard it. Yelling, lots of yelling. He unlocked his front door peeking out, only to see a real life zim running in circles in the rain. "Get it off of me!"

Jhonen hesitated. He was letting his dangerous creations into his house. He knew he created them, but he didn't know how obedient they would be. He sighed. It was a once in a life time chance, so he might as well. He opened the door, and the blinded Zim fell flat on his rug.

"Inferior human! Zim needs no saving!" Jhonen sighed shutting the door. If they showed up he wondered who else would. He had no idea how many people came out of his head. Nor did he know how many his house could hold.

Zim brushed himself off, noticing Gir not in his disguise. "Gir! Stop! You'll blow our cover!" Jhonen smirked. He got the feeling he wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.

A/n: Wasn't that fun?