The room was dark until several spotlights shone from above onto two figures tied to chairs.
"Gahh! What's with the lights all of a sudden?" Dib winced. "The last thing I remember was a weird smell and then I wake up here tied to a chair with Zim next to me!"
"Release me or suffer my wrath!" Zim continued to struggle against the tight bonds. "I know you have something to do with this, Dib-smell. Let it be known that you will PAY!"
"How could I have anything to with tying you to a chair in a room when I'm tied to a chair in the same room?"
"Enough bickering," a voice echoed. "All will be explained. I am…"
"Who are you!" Zim yelled. "And what is the meaning of this?"
"Shut up! Weren't you listening? I just said all would be explained!" The voice retorted. "I am called Heartofstone15 and I have captured you and taken you to the horrible land of Fanfiction! You are my prisoners until I'm bored, so get used to it! You will be subjected to questions from fans. I am the almighty Goddess of this tiny portion of Fanfiction, so I will be the controller of your answers. Don't worry; I'll try to keep them in character."
"Why would you do such a horrible thing?" Dib demanded.
"Well lots of other writers are doing the same thing so I thought I should do the same, but mostly I'm bored and I needed an idea for another fanfic."
"No human filth controls the almighty ZIM! Release me now!" Zim screeched.
"Here, I don't have to be human," the voice replied calmly. "Just call me a writer."
"Release me anyway!"
"No, I don't want to. And for that, you're getting duct tape over your mouth."
Zim's yelling became muffled until he finally realized he wasn't going to escape and began to sulk.
"Great! Now that that's out of the way," the voice said. "Readers, writers, and insane fans! I offer you the sacrifice of these two characters! I will capture more characters if you ask in the reviews. With these sacrifices, you may question them, force them to do stuff, or throw junk at them. Just KEEP IT CLEAN! No badness from your dirty minds will be allowed in my tiny realm!"
"WHO are you talking to?" Dib raised an eyebrow.
"Your torturers! The people that choose to read this will bombard you with questions, comments, and shoes! I wonder if we'll get a zadr fan," mused the voice.
Dib gulped. "What's zadr?"
"Zadr is an acronym that stands for Zim And Dib Romance! Till tomorrow, folks!"