Ok…since ShadowDragon2005 requested this…here's Teenagers by My Chemical Romance

They're gonna clean up your looks, with all the lies in the books, to make a citizen out of you. Because they sleep with a gun, and keep an eye on you, son. So they can watch all the things you do. Because the drugs never work. They gonna give you a smirk. 'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean. They gonna rip up your heads, your aspirations to shreds, another cog in the murder machine. They say that teenagers scare the living shit out of me! They could care less as long as someone will bleed! So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose! Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me! The boys and girls in the clique. The awful names that they stick. You're never gonna fit in much, kid. But if you're troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt. We'll make them pay for the things that they did. They say that teenagers scare the living shit out of me! They could care less as long as someone will bleed! So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose! Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me!
Ohhh yeah!
They say that teenagers scare the living shit out of me! They could care less as long as someone will bleed! So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose! Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me!
All together now!
Teenagers scare the living shit out of me! They could care less as long as someone will bleed! So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose! Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me!
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That was Teenagers by My Chemical Romance a request from ShadowDragon2005! someone whispers in my ear

Me: What? What do you mean she requested Fudge? Oh well…here's chapter 6 Featuring Timberland! ...I mean Fudge!

After her meeting with Will, Fudge crawled through the vent turning every few times. She met up with an open looking vent, she kicked it lightly, and in triumph she opened it. One creaky step on the rot looking floor boards.

Fudge: "I think I might fall through the weak floor boards…I better be careful."

Fudge took a step forward to a mouldy, dent like place on the floor, pressing lightly on it with her big toe.

The floor cracked and broke slightly she jumped backwards gasping.

Fudge: "Ok…be careful. That's all I can really say for myself"

Avoiding the weak, mouldy parts she made it half way across the hall, that is until a tree branch came out of nowhere and almost got her. Luckily the branch missed her, making Fudge's heart pound quite fast. She stood still for a moment breathing deeply, she swore she heard light swift movements; she ignored them and continued lightly down the hall taking the door to the left, nothing in there except a storage closet, but wait…what's that? A trap door? Fudge looked closely at the door and pulled on it, finally after about the fifth pull, the rusty hinges broke causing Fudge to jump slightly, unfortunately, there was no ladder to climb down with, just some old rope that looked like it would break if someone tried sliding down it, yet, Fudge was somewhat up for an adventure today. She slowly slid down the rope, gulping, trying not to look down. What she should have done was look up, and try to find another way around the house, because the rope was starting to break, it snapped and down tumbled Fudge, she screamed loudly and landed in a box of old, dusty clothes. She was unharmed due to the clothes breaking her fall, she groaned slightly and dusted herself off, she was holding up her bow ready to fire an arrow, she saw nothing there she put them back on her back and examined the box that broke her fall. It was filled with old, VERY large dresses and other clothing, underwear, bras, and a few small hats. Fudge shrugged and looked at the side of the box, reading 'Constance'.

Fudge: "Who's Constance?"

A creaking sound startled Fudge; she jumped and held her bow and arrow up. Her eyes slowly examining the area, nothing. She sighed and turned her body around, turning face to face with the large shadow, its eyes weld up anger and fear! Fudge's heart skipped a beat, the shadow floated through her, sending chills up Fudge's spin. Fudge felt as if she were frozen in a block of ice; her body felt heavier and heavier. She pulled back the elastic on her bow and fired the arrow, and with out further ado closed her eyes. The figure begun to sob, Fudge looked up at the figure flying away.

Fudge: "What was that?"

But before Fudge could answer herself, she passed out in the box of clothes.

Wow…er…short chapter…sorry…so…who's next Ravioli or Zippy, you decide!