Real Haunted World
Ichigo looked solemnly out her window, wondering how it ended up that way. "Ryou... loves me?" she thought dumbly. She twirled her ruby coloured hair between her fingers. The pearly white stars danced behind the window pane, in the never ending black sky. She sighed heavily. "I better get to sleep." Ichigo thought to herself. She took hold of the bed sheets on her new bed, lifted them, and screamed bloody murder. Poltergeists flew out from underneath the bed sheets. Ichigo screamed as one of the ghosts went right through her body. "Hello!" Sk8erGrl chan greeted happily, as she barged in. "W...what's up with all these ghosts??" Ichigo squealed like a baby with a full diaper. "What? The poltergeists? Don't be such a cry baby!" Sk8erGrl chan smiled and flipped her silver hair away from her metallic orbs. "B...b...but..." Ichigo whimpered cowardly. "So! How do you feel about being here so far???" Sk8erGrl chan asked excitedly. "Yeah! How's it feel, Ichigo??" Tim Burton questioned, pushing a camera into her face. "Why do you have a camera..?" Ichigo asked dumbfounded. "Oh, well, we're going to be filming this as the latest reality show! When Tokyo Mew Mew folks get stuffed into a haunted mansion because of some strange computer obsessed lunatic! That's me!" Sk8erGrl chan smiled "So, answer the question!" Sk8erGrl chan giggled. Ichigo gulped and smiled ever so fakely. "Hyper person..." Ichigo thought. "Well, I guess it's nice. It's really, really scary though! Do you think you could tone down the scariness?" Ichigo asked as politely as she could possibly manage. Sk8erGrl chan smiled primly. "Surreee. Of courrrsssee." she hissed sweetly. And that creepy hiss can only mean one thing...
"So how do you like your room?" Tim Burton asked the strawberry haired girl. "Oh! It's...umm... wonderful?" she tried. The room had old faded away pink colored walls, and a dark beige HIGHLY ornate carpet. There was only one light, and it was very faint. There was a chair in the corner of the room, matching the carpet. The window was dusty, but the stars were incredibly bright on that side of England...
"Well, I do hope you enjoy your stay, Ichi!" Sk8erGrl chan cheered. And with that, she left the room with a slam of the door.
Ichigo sighed again. "How hyper she can be..."
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Minto stared at her reflection. 100 Mintos stared back at her. She sighed. "Some mirror..." she thought sourly. She sat down on the edge of the bed, disgusted at the room she had to stay in. "Hi hi!" Sk8erGrl chan laughed as she entered Minto's room. "Oh, it's you." Minto sneered. "So how do you like your stay so far, Birdie?" she asked sweet as pie. "Don't call me such a preposterous name. And I absolutely hate it, if you must know." Minto huffed. "Oh? Then, what would make it better for you? Hm?" Sk8erGrl chan asked suspiciously. "Well, I would like some attention for once. And a better room." Minto enquired. "Well, I could get ya some attention, but the room is your only option, Muffin." the silver haired chick smirked. Minto just frowned at the awful nickname. Tim Burton just giggled to himself behind the camera. "So do ya like your room, Cookie?" Sk8erGrl chan asked casually.
"No." Minto answered quickly, without having the need to think about it. The room had pale gray walls and a wooden floor. In the corner of the room, was a small vanity with the black paint chipping off. The mirror on top of the vanity was broken into a million pieces, some fallen and forgotten on the wooden floor, and some holding on to the base of the mirror, making clones of who ever or whatever fell into the view of the remaining shards.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Puddin,' just get to sleep already. You need to prepare for tomorrow!" Sk8erGrl chan reminded Minto.
Minto cringed at her latest nickname. "S..sure." she stuttered and crawled onto the creaky bed.
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Retasu shook with fear. Her clear glasses slipped to the tip of her nose, and she didn't notice. She gulped nervously and continued shaking. "Hola, Lettie!" Sk8erGrl chan screeched with glee as she popped into the room. "B...b...be ca...care...ful!" Retasu stuttered... again. "Why should I???" boomed Sk8erGrl chan, in a fake Darth Vader voice.
"B...be..because there's something in the closet making eerie noise..." Retasu stuttered, trembling violently.
Sk8erGrl chan gave her a weird look. And then kicked the closet. A ghost came out.
"Yo, dude!" Sk8erGrl chan boomed. "Wassup, Sk8erGrl chan?! Oh yeah! Cricket's in the HIZZOUSE!!!" the ghost screeched, sounding like some rapper or something. Silly ghost! The silver eyed girlie asked him politely (or rapper-ly) to go to his room and stop having fun with Lettie without her. Retasu just watched in sheer terror. Gah! What a green haired fool, yo! Yo, Dawg I'm out.
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Pudding hopped and hopped. Again and again. Hyper monkey! SOME ONE must've found their way to the cookie room! Tee hee!
"Bonjour, Hyper Simian! I have come, seeking for your opinion on my super awesome mansion that doesn't even have air conditioning."
"The Everglot's were POOR! They couldn't AFFORD the flippin' A/C. What do ya think they are? Kings? Pshhh.. My butt..." Tim Burton sassed Sk8erGrl chan, who just sucked in her cheeks.
"So what do ya think of the kitchen?" the bat/bunny girl inquired. The mansion had run out of rooms, so Pudding happily declared that she would be just as comfortable in the kitchen. Haha! Comfortable, my foot!
"I love this kitchen! There's so many little ghosties in the cookie jar! Na no da!" the yellow mew cheered. "And I love the color of the walls!" she added.
The walls were covered in yellow flowered wallpaper. But the wallpaper was drooping off of the walls and they looked filthy as well. There was pale faded yellow curtains in there too, but they were ripped up in all directions. The floor was tiled black and white. Like a checkered zebra. Woah, that was a stupid simile. Moving on.
"Is there anything that you'd like to see happen on this wacky show?" Timmy B asked.
"Hmmm... well, I'd love to see Zakuro fall in love! She hardly ever smiles, and that makes Pudding chan very unhappy!" Pudding answered cutely.
"Yowza! Thank you for that very LOVELY idea, Pudding chan!!" Sk8erGrl chan giggled.
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"So Zakuro... you're saying that you hate everyone male in this mansion... romance wise?" Tim Burton tried to make sense, but failing. "Yes." Zakuro replied, with no change in her tone. GOD! YOU GOTTA SMILE SOMETIME, YOU PURPLE THINGIE MA BOBBER!
"Okies! That's all we need to know!" Sk8erGrl chan rushed. "Come on, Tim B. Let's go before she suspects anything." she whispered under her breath.
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Ryou stared at his window. Keiichiro watched him worriedly. It's not everyday your best friend confesses to his long time crush. And it's not everyday some psycho kidnaps you.
"Ryoouuu..." Sk8erGrl chan roared, appearing from under his bed.
(This is the part where Ryou screams bloody murder and Sk8erGrl chan tickles his hairy armpits. Hohohohooo!!! Ryou chan needs a razorrr!!111!)
"Sk8erGrl chan! Lunatic! Stop that!" he yelled.
"Sowwy, Ryou chan! SOOOOO how do ya like it here?" she asked.
"I don't." he hastily answered.
"I..I do!" Keiichiro piped in. What a sweet pony tailed dude! Maybe I'll get him a cake someday... Neh... I can't afford one... Cow pie darn it...
"Humph... Soon...soon..." Sk8erGrl chan hushed, carrying a sharp knife around, and backing into the shadows. Ooh! Creepy stuffs!
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FANGIRL HOUR!
Bonjour, my petite sparrows! ("Make 5 Wishes" reference. I do not own Make 5 Wishes)
That was da second chapter of Real Haunted World! Wasn't it boring? I thought it was! So to spice it up, howz about I answer some reviews?
Misha 12: Hola! Yupper, you can be a fangirl! Here's your uniform -hands her a T Shirt that says "Got Ryou?" on it.- Oh my! Hiroki you stud! -Sk8erGrl chan blushes-
Sterling Fire Kitty: Sure! I lurve vampires cuz they're so dang cool! So here ya go! Magical vampire powers!
MewCuxie 12: Sweet nicknames! Can I pwease use 'em? Don't worries! I'll credit you in there!
HeyHaiPotatoes: Nah! This is a regular ol' haunted mansion. No poptarts. I just said that cuz I'm a wacky ol' nut from a Happy Hotel!
Infomercial dude:
Yeeesss! The Happy Hotel! Complete with pretty padded walls and free straightjackets! And outdoor pools and yummy food! Yeeesss! The Happy Hotel! We welcome you psychos!
Bleeeepp! Note the Happy Hotel does not actually have food or pools. Curse you psychos! Bleeppp
Informercial over.
Sk8erGrl chan's eyes are bugging out. Some infomercial dude just commited breaking and entering into her mansion to tell her about her birthplace? Ppsh... weird...
Zovesta: Yeah, I know. And this chappie wasn't so kooky either.. Soo! I promise you guys a rib snorting, milk spewing chapter next time! Yeah, I'll try to squeeze in some dares in this one. Me? Rock? Well... lessee.. Holy cow this is the first time in 13 years that someone's called me "rockin." Holy snot, I deserve a medal or something!
-gives herself a medal reading "The Idiot Convention. Where Idiots Can Attack Freely Without The Coppers Knowing!"-
Keiichiro pops out. "NO! I'm truly happy! -starts weeping and locks himself into an emo closet. SUCK IT UP YA EMO!-
Sk8erGrl chan: Well there ya have it folks! Tune in next time! Review and don't call the cops! I don't think they like it that their Happy Hotel President has escaped to come back to her mansion home again! Sayonara!