Dí$©|_ãÎm€®: If you're wondering how I became such a horribre writer so quickly and abruptly, just let me inform you is only an experiment to see how terrible a fanfic I can actually purposely write. Instead of being all modest and fake-complimenting me, you may go ahead and write your true thoughts on this story in your reviews. Of course, I might get a few true compliments on this story anyway, but just tell me the truth anyway. I own none of the characters in this fic, Viacom, or Ni-ni-nic-nic-na-nic-nic-nick, Nickelodeonnnnn!. Most of this came from my twisted mind.
OOOOOHHHHHHH POOPIE IN YO PANTSIES!
Just kidding.
Nickelodeon started their day's lineup with the drab sucky new Nick logo in outer space zooming at the camera at lightning speed as if to break through the screen and capture the viewer. Before it did, though, it exploded.
(In this fic, Freddie and Carly are married [and British] and Sam is their American child. Spencer, of course, is the baby.)
Carly chopped the onions and put them into the soup. She was crying not only because of the onions, but also because her heart was broken.
"Carly! I'm home!" yelled Freddie as as he put his hat on the coat rack.
Carly started to hyperventilate. Then she literally ricocheted off the walls as she screamed hyperactively, "WHEEEEE! YAAAAAY! WEEEEEEEEEEE..."
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"WHEEEEEEE - " *SPLAT!*
Freddie looked at the the rather large puddle of blood growing on the ground. Carly had cracked her head and skull open, and parts of her brain were now floating around in the blood, like sailboats on the sea.
That's all for now. But just you wait for the next chapter! Sam and Spencer appear in that one, and the other following chapters. By tomorrow night, I should have the next chapter posted if I'm not busy.