Hello I'm back! I know it's been months since I've updated. But I have a good reason…I am extremely lazy. Anyway I'm back from my break and in this chapter there will be more horror then humor. Be warn this chapter will scare you! It scarred Jazz, it will scare you.
Enjoy!
Started April 1, 2009 and was finished in, May 18, 2009.
Disclaimer: I do not own TMM, Barbie, nor Zakuro.
At a large million dollar mansion lived a famous model named, Zakuro Fujiwara. A fancy, black limousine drove along the stone driveway towards the large mansion. It stopped at the mansion's entrance; the limousine driver got out of the vehicle and opened the door. He bowed his head as a young, purple haired woman stepped out of the limo. It was none other then, Zakuro. She looked weary and she seemed to have a headache. The driver noticed this. "Is there something wrong, Miss. Fujiwara?" he asked.
"No, I'm just tired," she muttered as she headed up the stairs.
"Good night, Miss. Fujiwara," he said as he closed the limousine door.
"You too," she said as she hurried up to the big, polished wooden door. When she opened the door she was immediately greeted by her maids.
"Good evening, Miss. Fujiwara," said all 10 maids as they bowed.
"Good evening," she murmured as she walked in.
"Is there something the matter, Miss. Fujiwara? Is there anything we could do for you?" one of the maids asked. Zakuro shook her head and walked up the stairs.
After at least 25 minutes of stairs climbing, Zakuro finally made it to the floor that her bedroom was on. She then muttered, "Why the hell didn't I get an elevator installed?" She was very cranky and irritated. She had to deal with those freaks again and by freaks she means those three over obsessive, Zakuro fan girls. That are so obsessive it's scary. What got her so irritated is that they emailed her at least a 200 messages in the same day, asking her if she would give them her bra. Freaks they are freaks. Not even, Mint is this obsessive. She sighed; this was just one of the many pains she has to endure for being a celebrity.
She opened one of the doors and stepped into the elegantly decorated room. She walked over to the bathroom and after 23 minutes she was finally ready for bed. She walked over to her antique bed and pulled back her silky purple sheets. She climbed into bed and slowly fell asleep.
Zakuro's nightmare of terror!
She opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times before she sat up. She stretched her arms above her head and rubbed her eyes. Her eyes went wide in surprise. This was not her room, this was not her house. She found herself in a small, hot pink colored room. There were posters of Barbie dolls everywhere and I mean literally everywhere. Posters covered the entire walls and even the ceiling. Barbie dolls littered the floor.
Zakuro looked horrified as she brought her knees up to her chest. It was not the fact that she was in a tiny room that could give anyone claustrophobia that frightened her. It was the dolls! Yes, Zakuro Fujiwara the famous model and mew, mew is afraid of dolls. Not just any dolls but Barbie dolls.
You are most likely wondering, how in the world could the strong Zakuro be afraid of a toy? It's because of an adult horror movie called, The Barbie Dolls from Hell that her stepfather stupidly exposed her to when she was 4 years old. The movie was not for kids but was for adults because it had blood and gore in it. In fact it belongs to the adult horror movie category. Despite that he bought the movie anyway and he thought it was a kid's movie since it had Barbie in it.
It turns out that it wasn't suitable for children, what a shocker! It was about possessed Barbie dolls that came out at night to slaughter people and took over the world. Instead of telling her that the evil Barbie dolls will not come after her, he went and sued the creators of the movie. He left a young woman to look after her and that made it even worse. Because the woman found it so very amusing to scare Zakuro to death by telling her that if she didn't do everything that she was told then the Barbie dolls will kill her. Her stepfather wasn't a very good stepfather was he? To this very day, Zakuro is scared of Barbie dolls.
"C-calmed down Zakuro, they're just dolls. They are not going to kill you," she told herself as she stared at the creepy Barbie dolls. Get a grip, Zakuro! They are just stupid, plastic dolls! Nothing more then toys! They are not going to kill you! Stop being such an idiot! She thought and scolded herself for being so stupid as to believe that the dolls could kill her.
She got off the bed and threw a pink shoe she found on the floor at one of the dolls. Proving to herself, that she was not afraid of these toys. The doll that got hit with a shoe had a dramatic change of expression. Before the shoe it had a smelly face on and after the shoe it had an evil I'm-going-kill face on.
Zakuro quickly ran out of the room, slammed the door, and put a random chair against the door. That was horrifying. She thought as she tried to make sense of what just happened. "Hello my darling. How are you this sunshine happy morning?" said a creepy high pitched female voice that doesn't sound natural at all. It sounded like some woman was on helium.
Zakuro quickly turned around and gasped. She found her self in a very old fashion kitchen with the most unnatural looking people you will most likely ever meet in your entire life. They all looked like the kinds of people you see in a fashion magazine after they did Photoshop editing. Except for the child but he still looked unnaturally creepy.
There were three people in the room besides Zakuro. There was a muscular man who looked to be about 30 years old. He had long blond hair and ocean blue eyes. His muscles were so enormous that it was a shocker that his tuxedo didn't rip. In fact he had such bulging muscles and huge body that it made his head looks very tiny. There was no way in the world that an actual living human being could ever have that kind of body.
There was a young woman who looked like she was 17 years old. She had blond hair and blue eyes. She was extremely skinny to the point where it looked like she hasn't eaten in several weeks. It's a surprise that she looks like that not be dead from starvation. There was a young ten year old boy who had the world's largest, blue eyes and a huge, round, pumpkin sized head. He had a very small body. He was short, blond haired, big blue eyed chibi.
They all gave her a huge smile. Zakuro quickly grabbed a cleaver from a near by counter and glared at the three people in the room. "Who are you and what am I doing here!?" she asked, not letting her guard down.
They all laughed, they weren't fazed at all by the fact that Zakuro had a cleaver in her hand and could butcher them. Well maybe it's because if she tried then the mighty blond hulk man would kick her butt. Zakuro stared at them with confusion. Why would anyone laugh in this kind of situation? What was so amusing? "What the hell is so funny?!" she yelled.
"Oh honey, aren't you a little too old for pretending that dolls are cleavers?" she asked in that annoying high pitched voice. Zakuro looked even more muddle. She looked at the cleaver to see that it somehow magically turned into a Barbie doll. Zakuro was now more confused then ever. How, what, why? She thought as she stared at the Barbie doll.
The Barbie doll smiled at her and said in a low, demonic voice, "I love you!" Its head started spin around while it laughed evilly. Just like in the movie! Zakuro screamed and threw the doll towards the kitchen window. Crash! The window shattered and the evil doll's laughter subsided. Zakuro's heart beat rapidly. That was weird and terrifying at the same time. The doll is evil!
"Now, now, Zakuro poo, aren't you a little too to throw your toys around?" the woman asked Zakuro. Zakuro stared at her for a long time.
"What?! D-didn't you see that thing's head spinning around and laughing like psychopathic killer!? That thing isn't a toy, it is a killer! What the hell is wrong with you?! You act as if it didn't even happen and why did you call me Zakuro poo?!" she yelled. This woman was either blind, deaf or something!
"Oh Zakey, how on this pink earth would a doll be able to spin her head around. That's just crazy talk," she said.
"B-but you saw it! It did! You two saw it didn't you?!" Zakuro asked the two males at the kitchen table. They both shook their heads. Zakuro shook her head; was she going crazy or something? Had she finally lost it? She bent her head down.
The blond woman smiled, put her hand on Zakuro's shoulder and said, "Zakuro honey, you shouldn't stress yourself out. Besides your life is so great, your beautiful, pretty, lovely, your about to become a doll, and your ruled by an evil dictator. Isn't that just wonderful?"
Zakuro's head snapped up. "What did you say?! D-did you say evil dictator?" she asked.
"Ho,ho,ho,ho, sit down Zakuro and lets have breakfast," said the blond as she sat down at the kitchen table and ignored the question. This made, Zakuro more and more irritated.
"Answer my question," Zakuro growled as her anger level risen. This woman was really trying her patients.
The skinny woman stared at her with confusion. "What question?" she asked Zakuro. Apparently she had forgotten everything that, Zakuro had asked a few moments ago.
Zakuro sighed and said, "Forget it. Just forget it." It was obvious that she was not going to get anywhere with this woman at all, so why bother.
"Okay!" the blond chirped happily. "Lets eat!" As soon as she said that, Zakuro's body automatically walked to the table against her will. What the hell? Stop! Stop! Why can't I control my body anymore?! Zakuro thought and sat down next to the blond, female, freak. She looked down at the objects on the plate that is supposedly food. It looked little like food. There were 2 eggs sunny side up and blueberry toast. Zakuro picked an egg and discovered that the egg is actually made out of plastic. In fact all the food is made out of plastic.
Her eyes widen as she watched the others eat the plastic food, all except the 17 year old next to her. That's not normal. Zakuro thought. "What are you?" Zakuro asked as her instincts screamed at her and told her to get the hell out!
"We're perfect people, we are dolls!" the little boy exclaimed. His voice sounded like the voice belonging to Mickey Mouse. Fear covered her face. After she had watched them eat plastic, she would believe anything. If Zakuro had full control over her body again, she would have ran out of here minutes ago.
"I understand if you don't want to eat. Eating only cause's problems. I mean it makes you fat, why would anyone do such a silly thing as eat anyway?" said the woman. Zakuro was dumbfounded by this. Eating is silly? Eating keeps you alive! What the hell is wrong with this woman! Was she mental or something?! "Well I have to go an exercise!" she chirped as she put on a pink hat that had a long stick glued to its top. At the end of the stick was a piece of rope that was tied around a beautiful, pink gem.
"Ooh pretty!" the woman exclaimed as she stared at the gem like how a starving dog would stare at a hot, juicy stake. "Yay, shinny, shinny, shinny!" the woman screamed as she chased after the gem. "Wee!"
Zakuro then began to hit her head against the table over and over again. As she did this, she said, "Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!" She then gained back the control over her legs and as soon as she had complete control, she ran like the wind. She did not even care that she had a chair glued to her butt; she really desperately wanted to get away from these people!
She ran outside and gasped. It looked like Barbie land! Everything was so cutesy and pink. Zakuro's eyes went as wide as soup bowls when she heard from behind, "Omg, it's Zakuro! Eeeek!" She turned her head and dread of what she might see. Her mouth dropped to the ground. There were at least 10 thousands Zakuro fans and the worst part was that they all had ropes.
"Get her! Tie her up and bring her back to our fan girl headquarters! Mwhahahahahaha!" cried an insane fan girl. Soon an entire army of deranged fan girls ran towards, Zakuro. Zakuro did what any sensible human being would do. She ran for her life.
After at least 20 minutes of Zakuro running from the army of fans. She ran into a high school and quickly closed the glass door. She then locked the door and watched as all the fans hit the door like flies on a car window. It was amazing that the glass door didn't even have a single crack in it, even after all those people whammed into it at full speed.
Zakuro walked down the school hallway. She was too exhausted to run. Those psychotic fans chased her for miles. Her nightgown was covered in sweat but the chair wasn't glued to her anymore. It fell off sometime during the chase and it took a big chunk of her nightgown with it. Now her black thong was exposed to the world. "Could anything get any worse?" she asked herself.
Could things possibly get any worse for the young model, my revivers? Yes or no? I'll give you moment to think about it………If you chose yes. Then you were right! Here is you prize an invisible, flying, laser shooting car! Congratulations! Now back to the real story.
While we were playing the yes or no game, the purple haired model continued to walk down the hallway of death. She was unaware that she was being stalked by an evil being. The evil being spoke, thus alerting the mew to its presence. "Hello," the voice was cheerful and sounded like the voice of a small, female child. Not at all blood thirsty and demonic, that one would might think an evil being from the depths of hell would have.
Zakuro quickly tuned to face the foe. When she did, she was struck with fear and her skin turned pale white. What or who was this evil being? No it's not the freaky clown thing from the movie, IT, it's not one of the children from the movie, Children of The Corn, and it's not Barney with a stake knife and glowing red eyes. It was a Barbie Doll!
A regular size Barbie doll and no the doll did not have any weapons. It stood there and stared at Zakuro. "Hi ya! I'll need you to come with me," said the doll as she winked at her doll friends that were behind Zakuro. They held tranquilizer gun, incase the mew tried to make run for it. Zakuro didn't scream, she didn't run, she just fainted. You all know that bad things happen to you when you're out cold. You learned that from Deep Blue's nightmare.
The mew blinked a couple of times and said, "W-what happened?" Her vision was blurry so she couldn't make out anything.
"Of goody you're awake! Now we can start the transformation!" exclaimed a cheerful voice that belongs to a woman that Zakuro could not see.
"Where are you and who are you? What do you mean by transformation?" Zakuro asked. In few short moments later, her vision wasn't so blurry anymore. Her eyes widen as she saw two women, who stood in front of her and looked exactly like Barbie. She also discovered that she was tied to a chair. She struggled and squirmed but no avail. "What do you want from me?" she asked.
"It's quite simple Zakuro; we wish to create a world where everything is perfect and everyone is the same. We want everyone to think the same and feel same. Everyone will like the same things and no one will disagree ever again. This is the only way we can obtain peace and harmony in the world. All the girls will be cute and bubbly. And all the guys will be strong and manly. Like Ken and Barbie. That is why we decided to turn everyone into life size, flawless plastic dolls. Who will obey everything that our queen Barbie, ruler of all plastic people and goddess of burning hell says. Isn't that just wonderful?!" said one of the Barbie girls.
"You're insane," said Zakuro. "What kind of drugs are you on!? That has to be the most insane, idiotic thing I have ever heard in my entire life! If you think that turning everyone into bimbos and whores is going to gain world peace, then you need to go back to the mental hospital!" she screamed.
"Oh I'm sorry you feel that way, Zakuro. But don't worry, you'll think much differently after the transformation is complete," said one of the plastic women. Zakuro screamed, cussed, and struggled as the women approached her with a white box. One woman got behind her and pulled her head back and exposed Zakuro's neck. Another woman came into the room. She had on a white dress that was covered in blood and a large, bloody axe.
"Don't worry, Zakuro. After the transformation is complete you will be much happier," said the woman who held the white box.
Zakuro screamed, "No I wont you b**ch!"
The girl who held, Zakuro's head slapped her and said, "Shut up."
"Now Lettuces, where is your good manners?" said evil woman with the box of doom.
Zakuro eyes went wide realization and said, "Lettuce? Lettuce Midorikawa, is that you?"
"Yes, isn't she just lovely now? We made such an improvement on her! She use to be so ugly and nerdy. But now after we ripped out every ounce of originality that was in her and made her one of us, now she is beautiful," said the evil blond with the box. "And you'll soon share her fate. Minto, come here," she said to the bloody girl with the axe.
(A/N: I don't think Lettuce is ugly. Just incase anyone comments on that.)
Zakuro was in even more shock, if that's even possible. "M-Mint?"
"Oh yes, she use to be your old team mate wasn't she? You two use to be so friendly with each other. That is until we turned her into one of us and now she is going be the one to chop off your head," said the wench with the box. "Allow me to explain what we are going to do to you. Mint here is going to chop off your head and we going to replace your old head with this one!" she then took out a life-size Barbie head from the box. "Then your entire flawed being will morph into a perfect being like us. Mint get ready to cut off her head!"
"Yes, Sweetness2468, my onee-chan," said Mint as she held the axe above her and papering to cut off Zakuro's head.
"Mint." said Zakuro in a soft whisper. She turned her gaze to the Sweetness2468 and said this. "You sick ****." She shut her eyes as the axe quickly came into contact with her flesh.
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"Wow she's lovely! You did a great job on her Sweetness2468!" exclaimed one of the females. Zakuro eyes slowly opened and saw 4 Barbie clones. "Welcome to the pink and sunshine world my sister," the clone greeted. Zakuro sat up and she suddenly had a strange urge to wear pink and ride a pony.
"So how do you feel, Zakuro?" Sweetness2468 asked.
Zakuro looked at her and said, "I want a pony."
"Yay!" all the clones expected Zakuro cheered.
"Lets celebrate by doing the bunny hop!" one the clones suggested. Their cloths magically changed into bunny costumes and then did the bunny hop.
End of Nightmare
Zakuro's eyes shot open. She heard female voices from the other side of the room. She sat up and as soon as she did her face was filled with surprise. There were three strange, teenage girls who had on Zakuro's cloths. Zakuro quickly recognized them as the three freaks that send her 200 emails asking her for her bra. How? Because the freaks also sent her at least a hundred pictures of themselves.
One of the girls started to strut across the room and pretend that she was a famous model. As she did this she sang, "I'm to sexy for Zakuro's cloths, to sexy for Zakuro's cloths. Oh so sexy."
"What the hell are you doing in my cloths!?" Zakuro yelled as a throbbing vein appeared on her forehead. The three girls immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at the angry, Zakuro.
One girl with short, brown hair whispered to a girl with long, red hair, "I thought you put those sleeping pills in her drink?"
The red haired girl responded with, "Uh I forgot."
And out of insanity the blond haired girl gave out a war cry and attacked Zakuro, "Aaaaahhhhhhhh!"
Don, don, DAN! Zakuro Vs. The crazy girl. Who will win? How in the world did these derange girls get Zakuro's house? Well if I told you, you probably wouldn't believe me. Use your imagination. Besides I'm on page 8 and I think I've written enough to satisfy you people.
The part about Zakuro's stepfather buying her an adult rated horror movie was inspired by the parents that buy their children adult rated video games, then complain about the fact that they bought the game. These people are called, soccermoms. You can find rants about soccermoms on youtube
The fangirl bit was suggested by Tomoyo Kinomoto.
So with that done I'm going to watch some videos on youtube. But before I go, lets spin the wheel of victims. (Spins wheel of victims. Wheel stops) The next victim is…you'll fined out in next chapter. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
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