GUESS WHO'S ACTUALLY UPDATING? (One billion years later)
Sorry, I'm just busy- ya know, Christmas gifts and stuff. Do yourselves a favor and NEVER GET A RUBIX CUBE. I CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME GET IT CORRECT. I've also become much more active on Deviantart- you can find a link to my page on my profile here if you want :)
So, continue reading :) THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT! Oh, and A HUGE SHOUT OUT TO shinxshinx1595! THIS PERSON MAJORLY HELPED ME WITH IDEAS!
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Ding-dong.
"WHO THE FUCK IS IT NOW?" Mike flung open the door to see, to his disgusted surprise, Chris and Chef on his front steps.
"Hello, Mike! Ready for some-"
"NOOOOO!" Mike socked Chris in the face, knocking him out cold. Chef stared in shock as Mike slammed the door.
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Mike walked over to the table and sank down in a chair, massaging his temples.
"Dude, are you-" Noah started timidly.
"SHUT UP!" Mike snapped, fire in his eyes. Then he softened. "Look, I apologize in advance, but I'm just REALLY friggin' pissed..."
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Inside Mike's mind, his personalities were playing cards.
"Do you haz any threes?" Svetlana asked, looking over her cards.
Vito swore loudly and handed her a card.
"YES! I WIN!" Svet did a victory dance while the others groaned and complained. Suddenly they all froze.
"Do you- do you feel that?" Manitoba asked apprehensively. The others nodded fearfully.
"Something's... off." They sat in a terrified silence, staring around.
Their fears were confirmed by a dark voice from behind them.
"Mind if I crash the party?"
They whirled around and saw another being. His hair partly covered an eye, giving him a dark, intimidating look.
"THE MALEVOLENT ONE!" they all screamed in unison.
"The name's Mal." He snapped his fingers and appeared next to them- you know, magic brain powers and all.
"RAHHHH!" Svetlana threw a card at him as though a weapon. He caught it in his fist and crumpled it, letting it drop to the ground.
"It was worth a try," Manitoba told her as she pouted.
"Just shut up and listen, peons. All this anger Mike is harboring, I like it... It also leaves him vulnerable to me. I'll take over and make those idiotic teenagers wish they were never born! MWAHAHAHAHA-"
"HOLD IT!" Vito screeched, rudely interrupting Mal's epic evil laugh.
"WHAT?"
"Who says we'll let 'cha take over? It's our mind too!"
"Yeah," Svetlana chimed in, "We shall not let ze likes of youz have all ze control! Vesides, Mike might not like zhis idea..."
"Fine. I'll make a deal you can't refuse." Mal drew himself up to his full height. "If you guys let me cause all the chaos I want, I'll let you out too."
They all cast timid glances at one another, pondering the idea.
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"HEY!" Cameron screamed once again, gaining attention, "BRITTANY SPEARS IS GIVING OUT AUTOGRAPHED ALBUMS OUTSIDE!"
It was pandemonium.
Dozens of screaming, raging teens fought to get upstairs all at once within three seconds.
"There you go!" Noah said with a sort of pride, clapping Cameron on the shoulder. Unfortunately, Cameron collasped at this, ruining the moment.
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"Where's Brittany?" Sierra asked, squiting to see in the dark street. "I SO wanted a copy of her music album..."
From the doorway, Mike screamed in triumph. "YES! YES! YESSSSSSS!"
That is, until Duncan said, "Whatever, let's go back in."
Before Mike could stop them, they all stampeded back into the house and into the basement.
Noah stood next to Mike, who looked like he was going to kill someone. "Well, that was short-lived."
"YA THINK?" was the furious response.
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Trent and Dawn practically flew into the pawn shop. They skidded to an immediant stop, however, when they saw the state the place was in.
Fires roared to to ceiling, towering over rubble and destroyed goods. Atop a large chest of drawers was Izzy, cackling madly as she sent a chandeiler smashing to the ground.
"THANK GOD!" The salesman flew to Trent and grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him with every word. "TAKE YOUR MANIAC FRIEND ELSEWHERE! THIS IS A NIGHTMARE!"
"S-Sorry, sir," Trent apologized. "We were a bit busy-"
"WELL, AS YOU CAN SEE, SO AM I!"
"Uh, Sir?" Dawn gently placed a hand on his arm. "We understand that you are upset, but-"
"I DON'T GIVE A-" His last word was censored by the crashing of the dresser Izzy was standing on. She leapt gracefully across the room, dodging debris and flames, until she reached the trio.
"C'mon, let's go! NOW!" She grabbed Trent and Dawn and whisked them away.
"YOU'RE PAYING FOR THAT!" the man screeched as they all ran away.
"NO, WE'RE NOT!"
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"Look, dude, I'm sorry I beat you in Candy Courtyard..." Cody patted Sam's arm. "We can have a rematch..."
"No. Things will never be the same." Sam moaned, staring down at his GameGuy with a look of hatred.
"Dude, it's just one loss..."
" YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Sam wailed suddenly, grabbing Cody and shaking him. "MY REPUTATION IS RUINED! I-"
"CHILLAX, MAN!"
"NO, I SHALL NOT CHILL NOR RELAX!" He picked up a nearby candlestick and brandished it at Cody like a weapon. "FREEZE SPELL!"
Cody froze.
"YOU SHALL NEVER EXPERIENCE THE ANGST I AM WITNESSING!" Sam screamed, holding the 'wand' above his head. "ALL MUST PERISH!"
"Dear Lord," Noah sighed, face-palming.
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"Ready? NOW!" Chris commanded. Chef stuck out his foot, tripping a nearby Mike, causing him to land face-first on the floor.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Zoey rushed to Mike's side, shaking him. "Are you okay?"
Mike moaned softly, trying to adjust to the blooming pain in his nose.
"How did you even GET IN HERE?" Cameron asked. "I thought Mike kicked you out!"
"We came in while everyone was searching for Brittany."
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"THIS IS IT!" Mal yelled. "Now is the time!"
"That's what she said," Vito whispered to the others, who doubled over in laughter.
Mal took no notice. "While Mike is in a weakened state, we'll take control! ME FIRST!"
"I WANNA GO FIRST!" Svet wailed. " I'LL TELL THE BRAIN POLICE!"
Mal tilted his head. "There are no brain police."
"SAYS YOU!"
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"PIE!" A random pie flew out of nowhere, hitting Duncan in the face.
"HEY! WHO THREW THAT?"
"Not me..." Duncan turned to see a girl with long brown hair standing there.
"UH, YEAH YOU DID!"
"Sorrrrrrr-wee..." WriterOfTheSky said guiltily, staring at her shoes.
"Who the fuck are you?"
The girl perked up, looking at him with a cheery smile. "I'm the author of this fanfiction! You better not mess with me, or I'll do HORRIBLE, UNSPEAKABLE THINGS!" She giggled.
"Okay, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" Courtney said, looking at the author, perplexed.
"YOU try writing a fanfiction!" she snapped, giving a death glare. "IDEAS AREN'T SO EASY TO COME BY, YA KNOW!"
"Well, that's not my fault."
"True. That's why I'm gonna let-"
"HOLD IT!" Gwen walked over. "JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE TROUBLE COMING UP WITH IDEAS DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN JUST CAMEO WHENEVER YOU WANT! WE MIGHT NOT LIKE YOUR IDEAS! JUST GO AWAY AND LET US TELL THE STORY!"
"MEANIE!" WriterOfTheSky kicked Gwen in the shins.
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Cameron looked over the shattered bits of the fourth wall, whimpering. "I'm scared... HOLD ME!"
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"MIKE, ARE YOU OKAY!?" Zoey shook Mike once again, trying to revive him.
Mike got up, staring around the room. "Better than okay, I'M ALIVE!" Mal turned to Zoey. "PREPARE TO HAVE YOUR WORLD ROCKED!"
"That's what she said," Vito said yet again, causing an uproar of laughter.
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"Hi!" The author said happily. "I'm gonna let you guys decide! If you want me to stay in the story, tell me in the reviews. If not, I'll restore the fourth wall. Okay? And also-"
"WAIT!" Gwen bursted through the door, making the author jump.
"HOW DID YOU FIND MY SECRET AUTHOR HIDEOUT?"
"I know the fanfiction world well." Gwen turned to the readers. "PLEASE, DON'T LET HER STAY. THIS IS JUST BAD WRITING. IT DISTRACTS FROM THE PLOT AND-"
"NO, IT ENRICHES THE PLOT!"
"HAVE YOU EVER EVEN BEEN TO A BOOK CLUB?"
"NO, BECAUSE I'M NOT BORING AS HELL, LIKE SOOOMMMMMEEEEE PEOPLE!"
"OH, IT IS ON-"
"BRING IT, DWEEB!"
"YOU STOLE HEATHER'S LINE!"
"SO WHAT IF I DID? THE TITLE HAS THE WORD 'RANDOM' IN IT FOR A REASON!"
