A/N: Well, how do ya like that, readers? Ren's being a sweetheart! But is it gonna get obnoxiously creepy? Stay tuned!

Chapter 3: Shit gets Creepy

Stimpy tossed and turned in his sleep. He then began to sweat heavily. He woke up panting. Ren popped up. "Steempy, are you okay?" He patted his back. "I just had dreamt I made'jou cry! And that I hated you!"

"Steempy, don't cry!"

"But I didn't get to the worst part!" He sobbed, hardly bein g able to get the words out. "I then made you listen to a Justin Bieber record!"

"My god! That's one heck of a nightmare!" He gave Stimpy a BIIIIIIIIIIIIIG, HUG, to quote Norbert. "Steempy! I'm surprised at that! That won't happen!" Stimpy backed up and wiped his eyes. "It-it won't?"

"Of course not! You're too sweet! Eet's not een your character to make me cry! Now go back to sleep. We have to collect for charity tomorrow."

"Okay. Goodnight, Ren."

"''Night, baby."

The next morning…

Stimpy's alarm went off. "Oh, joy! Another lovely morning! I'm gonna do two of my favorite things! Help collect for charity and spend time with Ren! Ren?" He was nowhere to be seen. "But he promised he'd help me! Oh, well, maybe he got called into work. I promised I'd do it with him, so I guess I'll hafta stay home today," He sighed.

He now was cleaning around the house. He looked at the clock and gasped. "Ren's always back at twelve thirty! But it's twelve thirty one! I hafta save him!" He jumped in his room and jumped out in an Iron Man costume. "I'm coming, Ren!" But Ren came through the door. "Ooh! Are we gonna role play during sex again? I wanna be Batman!"

"Ren, where were you?" He said, taking off the costume. "Oh! I was collecting for charity!"

"What? Ren, I thought we were gonna do that together!"

"Well, you were sleeping so peacefully I decided you deserved some rest!"

"Ren, I do this almost every day!"

"No you don't. I've never seen you do that een the cartoon!"

"Ren, it's a fan fic.! It's just filler!"

"Oh, Steempy, I deedn't know eet would hurt'cher feelings!" He kissed his cheek. "Next week when I have my day off, I swear."

"Wull…okay." He kissed him back.

The next morning…

"Wake up, Steempy!" Ren sang.

"Ren… yer up before me? And yer happy?"

"Yup! I'm and early riser now!"

"Glad to hear it, sweetie," He said tiredly, smiling. He looked at the clock. "Oh my god! Ren, yer two hours late fer work!"

"Uh, about that… I feel I should be more honest weeth you seence my transformation. I got fired three months ago. I've been going to bars eenstead of working." Stimpy's head began to boil, but he took a deep breath. "Alright, Ren. We can go collect for charity now, but we're looking for jobs when we get back. Get it?"

"Steempy… you seem tense!"

"No, I'm just a little sick from overeating last night," He lied tensely through his teeth.

So the whole morning, the two went from house to house, collecting clothes for charity… with a cheesy music montage. Ren had a grin on his face like all was right in the world, while Stimpy just looked really annoyed.

As they walked home, hand in hand, Ren said, "Wow, Steempy, that was great!" Stimpy actually smiled a bit. "Glad'ja enjoyed it, honey pie." (I'll give you my heart forever if you caught that reference!) They arrived at their house… WHICH WAS GONE. "What the heck?" Ren bit his nails nervously. Stimpy was having the most difficult time managing his anger. "Where's our house, Ren?" He spoke through his teeth… um, again. "I dunno! Oh, look, a letter."

"What's it say? What's it say?"

"Eet says:

Dear Mr. Hoek, I am sorry to inform you that you have not paid your bills in months, so your house had to be taken away because this story makes no fuckin' sense and the writer has no idea what she's talking about. We also had to take all you material posessions.

P.S.- You are a loser.

Love… the people taking your house. God, I hate the writer's lack of knowledge!

Stimpy's fists were clenched, and he was literally shaking with anger. "Oh, fudge!" Said Ren. "And the voiceover deedn't even pronounce my name right. Eet's Ho-ek, not Hoke! God."

"Listen, R- oh my gpd, my catbox is still here! And my litter, and the little toy mouse you gave me! This might not be so bad! I may just be able to stay in character!" The three things lit on fire. "Grrrrrrrr…"

"Well, we steel have each other, don't we, sweetie pie? C'mere and let me hug you!"

"NO! I'M SO SICK OF THIS CRAP!"

"What?" Ren's eyes immediately welled with tears. "That's right, don'chou see the wrong in anything?" Was I like this? God, no wonder you hit me! I'm sick of you! Here!"

"What's thees?" Ren bawled. "A Justin Bieber record that was randomly in my fur… shirt thing… oh, just take it!" He began panting. "Oh my god… Ren, honey, I-"

"Please! Leave me alone!"

"I-I can't believe it! My nightmare came true! I gotta go." He ran away crying. Ren fell to his knees and tears.