NICK SHALL PAY!!!
by Insane GIR Fan
DISCLAIMER -
GIR: Insane GIR Fan doesn't own Invader Zim or me!!! We belong to Jho- umm... Jhone-
IGF: It's Jhonen Vasquez.
GIR: Oh. What's that s'posta mean?
IGF: Never mind, GIR. Anyway, like the robot said, I don't own Invader Zim or GIR (aww, man!), Jhonen does! Got that? Good. DON'T SUE ME!!!
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I sat on the pink couch in the study, eagerly awaiting the episode of Invader Zim that was being aired. The clock read 11:25 PM, but I wasn't tired. I'd been waiting all day to see this. A video tape was already in place in the VCR, and I was prepared to tape the re-run of IZ that was going to be on. Sure, I'd seen it several times before. Now I wanted to TAPE it. So I could watch it every day for the rest of my IZ-obsessed life. Clutching my GIR plushie, I sat through chemercial after chemercial, until I heard...
...the CatDog theme playing. My face immediately twisted into an expression of confusement, shock, and anger. The satellite guide had said that Invader Zim was on right now! I waited. And waited. And waited. I stared impatiently at the screen, watching all the way through both sickening episodes of CatDog. When the show ended, I gave a sigh of relief. NOW Zim would be on. I grinned, hugging the GIR plushie to my chest. More chemercials, and then...
...the Spongebob Squarepants opening movie played. This time, I knew it was no joke. I could feel my face growing hot with pure rage. They hadn't played Invader Zim. They had SKIPPED it. This had never happened before. This was worse than me missing an episode. Nickelodian had literally NOT PLAYED IT. A tear of hatred rolled down my cheek. They would pay.
I ran upstairs and into my parent's bedroom, waking up my mom. Seeing my furious expression, she knew that something was wrong.
"Kate, what is it?" she asked.
"They didn't play it," I blurted out, tears pouring from my greenish-grey eyes. "They skipped the episode."
My mom immediately tried to comfort me, but to no avail. I screamed and cried and ranted on about how Nick didn't care about Invader Zim fans. After about ten minutes, though, I finally calmed down.
"Can't we call and yell at them?" I asked hopefully. That would relieve a lot of stress...
"No, we don't have a number to call them with." my mom replied. My face fell. I wouldn't be able to get revenge after all. I told her to leave, so she got up and walked out of the room, closing the door (which was littered with IZ posters) behind her.
Since I couldn't call Nickelodian, I would have to go to them. Not alone, of course. I would bring whoever I felt I would need. Tomorrow, I wasn't going to Skool. I was going to Nickelodian Studios. And once I got there, I would get my sweet revenge against them. I smiled my evil little grin of doom, and laid my head down on the pillow.
"Prepare yourselves, Nickelodian workers." I thought. "I'm going to destroy you."
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Sorry about the shortness, but hey, it's my first fic here on Fanfiction.net. I promise that the next chapter will be a good deal longer. Please R&R, I'm BEGGING you! I NEED reviews! I need them or I will explode! That happens to me sometimes. Oh, and one more thing: Flames will be used to cook tacos!!! Mmm...tacos...
by Insane GIR Fan
DISCLAIMER -
GIR: Insane GIR Fan doesn't own Invader Zim or me!!! We belong to Jho- umm... Jhone-
IGF: It's Jhonen Vasquez.
GIR: Oh. What's that s'posta mean?
IGF: Never mind, GIR. Anyway, like the robot said, I don't own Invader Zim or GIR (aww, man!), Jhonen does! Got that? Good. DON'T SUE ME!!!
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I sat on the pink couch in the study, eagerly awaiting the episode of Invader Zim that was being aired. The clock read 11:25 PM, but I wasn't tired. I'd been waiting all day to see this. A video tape was already in place in the VCR, and I was prepared to tape the re-run of IZ that was going to be on. Sure, I'd seen it several times before. Now I wanted to TAPE it. So I could watch it every day for the rest of my IZ-obsessed life. Clutching my GIR plushie, I sat through chemercial after chemercial, until I heard...
...the CatDog theme playing. My face immediately twisted into an expression of confusement, shock, and anger. The satellite guide had said that Invader Zim was on right now! I waited. And waited. And waited. I stared impatiently at the screen, watching all the way through both sickening episodes of CatDog. When the show ended, I gave a sigh of relief. NOW Zim would be on. I grinned, hugging the GIR plushie to my chest. More chemercials, and then...
...the Spongebob Squarepants opening movie played. This time, I knew it was no joke. I could feel my face growing hot with pure rage. They hadn't played Invader Zim. They had SKIPPED it. This had never happened before. This was worse than me missing an episode. Nickelodian had literally NOT PLAYED IT. A tear of hatred rolled down my cheek. They would pay.
I ran upstairs and into my parent's bedroom, waking up my mom. Seeing my furious expression, she knew that something was wrong.
"Kate, what is it?" she asked.
"They didn't play it," I blurted out, tears pouring from my greenish-grey eyes. "They skipped the episode."
My mom immediately tried to comfort me, but to no avail. I screamed and cried and ranted on about how Nick didn't care about Invader Zim fans. After about ten minutes, though, I finally calmed down.
"Can't we call and yell at them?" I asked hopefully. That would relieve a lot of stress...
"No, we don't have a number to call them with." my mom replied. My face fell. I wouldn't be able to get revenge after all. I told her to leave, so she got up and walked out of the room, closing the door (which was littered with IZ posters) behind her.
Since I couldn't call Nickelodian, I would have to go to them. Not alone, of course. I would bring whoever I felt I would need. Tomorrow, I wasn't going to Skool. I was going to Nickelodian Studios. And once I got there, I would get my sweet revenge against them. I smiled my evil little grin of doom, and laid my head down on the pillow.
"Prepare yourselves, Nickelodian workers." I thought. "I'm going to destroy you."
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Sorry about the shortness, but hey, it's my first fic here on Fanfiction.net. I promise that the next chapter will be a good deal longer. Please R&R, I'm BEGGING you! I NEED reviews! I need them or I will explode! That happens to me sometimes. Oh, and one more thing: Flames will be used to cook tacos!!! Mmm...tacos...