The Coin's Other Side

Disclaimer: Do I own iCarly? No, no I do not. Will I attempt to own it? No, no I will not. Will I write a fan-fiction on it? Yes, yes I will.

A/N:


Chapter 12 (Are You Happy Now?)

Freddie made his way to the studio, just minutes before iCarly had to start. The girls were getting nervous, sending him texts, and making sure he wasn't going to be late. Still, they were wondering what was taking his time.

The movie had been interesting, at best. He and Valerie both fell asleep during the film, so he missed about half of the entire film. When the girls woke them up towards the end of the movie, they were having a fit of giggles. Valerie's head had fallen onto his shoulder at some point of time during their nap. When they told Valerie about it, her cheeks turned bright red, and stayed that way for the remainder of the day.

The rest of their time together had been fun, they went for ice cream and a walk through the park, just like old times. They had gone down a nature hike path in the park, covered by trees and beautiful scenery surrounding. Vixen and Victoria wound up running ahead while Freddie and Valerie hung back and walked along the sidewalk. They didn't say much, they merely enjoyed the scenery, and when they did talk, it was about the church and life in general.

Tomorrow morning he'd attempt to wake up earlier and attend the Sunday school. He wanted to meet the youth group, but was a bit nervous about whether or not he would be accepted. So far the church members seemed genuine and accepting, accepting enough to let him branch out and try other things.

As he opened the studio door, he was met by Sam grabbing his shirt and pulling him into the room with violent force. He shouted out and stumbled backwards, trying to stop his fall. His poor balance was more a terrible curse than anything else, because once he started stumbling, he could never catch himself. "Sam!" His hands fell flat onto the floor, catching him before he hit the ground. He heard Sam gasp. With irritation, he looked up for an answer to why she decided to throw him to the ground. She cupped her hand to her mouth and chuckled nervously.

"Sorry Freddie, I didn't know you'd fall down."

"You tend to not think before you act…" He pushed himself up and dusted off his shirt. Sam's eyes dulled for a second and she slowly walked over to where Carly was standing on the center rug. He didn't mean to say anything to upset her, but she really did need to start thinking before she blurted something out or did something wrong. Carly rubbed her forehead and sighed.

"Okay, let's focus here. Freddie's finally here, so we can start. Where's Gibby?"

"Still in the bathroom," Sam replied nonchalantly. "Want me to…nevermind." Freddie raised an eyebrow and moved over to the camera and laptop. As he started typing, he noticed some new comments in the comment approval and denial section. Some fans were still reacting to the changes made over the site. There were some fans that were confused by the changes, but didn't mind, and then there were the fans that were demanding the changes be undone. The comments that irritated him the most were the ones suggesting their deletions were being sympathetic towards the 'Bitch', Valerie, or the 'Asshole', Jonah. It wasn't a matter of being sympathetic, it was a matter of caring, doing what was right, not feeding the fuel of harassment. "Hey Freddie, are there any new comments?"

"Yeah there are." He started clicking the 'deny' button on several of the negative comments and accepted the ones that were okay. Throughout the week, he'd been observing, and fortunately there was a greater percentage of the good fans than there were of the bad ones. He looked up as Gibby walked into the room. With a sigh, he clicked off the comments and reached his arms across his chest. "They're a bit upset over the changes."

"Had to be done," Gibby remarked. "Honestly, I don't know what made you go through and delete everything that you did, but I guess it can't be a bad thing." No, it wasn't a bad thing. He was still reeling over those marks he'd seen on Valerie, still reeling over Jonah's passing, and still infuriated with his fans. "Are you going to do any talking?"

"I'd better not." His voice was somewhat bitter and cold. His friends stared at him, noting the reaction in his tone. His eyes drifted to Sam, who was gripping a water bottle firmly in her hands. "Hey Sam, I saw Olivia while I was driving, some of her piercings are gone." Sam's eyebrows rose and her lips curved upwards.

"Well, it's not a drastic change, but it's a start."

"Sam. You know, there are some things that happen that are permanent. Things that never leave a person…be it marks on a body, or something much deeper. Like the death of a loved one." Sam breathed in roughly, uncapped her bottle, and started gulping down the cool liquid. He watched her closely and arched his eyebrow up. "Is something on your mind?" He asked as he observed her. She was fidgeting, sweating, and acting a bit different than her usual 'cool and collected' self. Gibby tapped his wrist and Freddie quickly snapped on the camera, there was no time left, iCarly had to start. Carly caught the red light turning on and quickly flashed a smile, then frowned. Sam had yet to notice.

"Yeah." She brought her bottle down and sighed. "I've been looking into a lot of those negative things. It's worse than we thought. More than just what happened to Jonah, it's worse than my mother having trouble and your mom being laughed at for her craziness, more than Miss Briggs coming under fire and Mr. Howard losing his job. I always thought my jokes, my picking on people, it only affected that one person…"

"Most bullies think that."

"I didn't know I influenced our fans so much. Did you know-" She paused and stared at the camera, finally seeing the red indicator light. Freddie's lips thinned as he reached over to the control board and brought down the large screen behind the girls. They turned to see an image of Jonah from his yearbook picture above the dates of his birth to his death. "Well, I guess iCarly's starting then…"

"Yep." He didn't feel like talking, he was too busy pushing down his anger to risk droning on if he did talk. He knew once he started talking, he would never stop and he'd lash out, something he really didn't want do.

"Okay." Sam bowed her head as the lighting in the studio started focusing on her. Carly folded her arms and Gibby hung off to the side, watching closely. "Jonah Brown, many of you remember him as someone I dated years ago. He…he's dead now. To be honest, several of our fans…yes, our fans, assaulted him, taunted him, injured him for years…until he couldn't take it anymore." She tensed her body and closed her eyes. "We're doing a segment…to show you just how bad this harassment looks. To see first hand…" She bowed her head and closed her eyes, the start of the segment had to be sudden, to the point where it was almost unexpected.

Gibby stormed into view of the camera, as per plan, they were starting out with a scene on bullying to grab attention. Carly nudged Sam, who looked up as he slammed his fist into his palm. "Hey, you two! What the hell are you doing here?"

"What do you mean? We're just doing the webshow."

"Well I think your show sucks, and you know what? I think you're both pathetic losers who need to get a life. You're too old for this kiddy business!" He started shoving his finger in their face, yelling profanities at them, a very believable act. The girls started backing away, asking him to stop yelling at them. Once he pushed them to the ground, they lay sprawled out and waiting as he hurtled further insults their way.

Freddie watched the comments coming in, many fans were asking about what was happening and why Gibby was being so mean. Fortunately, the skit didn't last long. Gibby turned towards the camera, now zoomed in on him, and he pointed an angry finger towards the camera and the fans.

"What are you staring at? You want a piece of this? How would you like me to start in on you, because you will! I'll take on every one of you losers out there! Don't think I'm kidding!" With that, Gibby relaxed his expression and folded his arms over. He tilted his head to the right and slowly breathed out. "Bullying, it's criminal really. Most people don't even see the effects of it, and those who do, rarely ever get involved. Instead of using the word 'bullying', however, I think we should use a more impacting word. A more, adult, word. Harassment, abuse, whether verbal or physical, assault, and murder…list goes on."

Carly slowly rose to her feet and moved next to Gibby, leaning up against his right shoulder. Gibby looked to her and let her say the next part. "When people hear of bullying, they think of a grade school student demanding lunch money. They don't think of it as anything more than childish behavior, but it is so much more than that. It is harassment, it is abuse, it is assault and battery, it is hazing, and it can lead to murder or…even suicide."

"Jonah…" Sam rose up, her eye blackened with makeup, she walked into the view of the camera and pushed her hands into her pockets. "Suffered this day in and day out because I thought it would be okay to say that he tried to cheat on me…it was a simple mistake that he made, and mentally, putting him on that machine destroyed him. Instead of telling you what he suffered, because you know, all the verbal insults and attacks…I'll tell you what kind of person he was, who he was to his baby sister, who he was to his mom and dad."

Freddie zoomed the camera in on her and smiled softly as Sam moved her hands towards her stomach and started tapping her fingertips together. "I, um, contacted his last girlfriend, who told me that Jonah was a good boyfriend to her." That was a surprise, Freddie didn't know Sam would go so far as to reach out to someone like that. "She's backstage right now. She was in…nevermind…" The girl was likely out of prison by now, shoplifting was such a small crime. Sam wiped her eye and turned to the wall that Gibby usually hid behind to get into costume. "Allison, are you ready?"

"Yeah…" Within seconds, this girl with long blonde hair and brown tips, came striding from around the corner. She was frowning and her eyes held almost no emotion. Her cheeks were red, as though she must have been crying.

"I know you didn't want to be here, but, thank you…"

"Anything for Jonah, right?" She sniffed as Sam gave her a quick hug. This poor girl had to be going through too much emotional pain to be here, she must be really strong. "I'm only here because you want to try and let these people know who Jonah was, I…" She closed her eyes and breathed in. "You don't know how hard these last two years have been."

"I know…just seeing you, seeing Olivia, I get an idea…I'm sorry if I'm bringing anything up. Do you have anything to say to the, um, the viewers?"

"No." Her voice was laced with bitterness, with anger, but at least she appeared to be remaining calm. "I'll talk to you, but…Olivia wanted me to be here." Now it was getting interesting. Freddie rolled his head to the side and looked down as his leg started to tense up. He rolled his eyes and kicked his foot in the air while no one was looking. "You know how hard it was to go back there? To see his little sister like that?"

"Yeah, but I figured she'd talk to you more than she would talk to me." Sam slowly turned to the camera and breathed in. "I borrowed a CD with some old home movies of Jonah's to show you guys. Olivia was reluctant, but after Allison and I talked to her about this whole thing, she said it would be okay…"

He waited as she moved to the chairs in the studio and grabbed a CD from her backpack. She opened the CD case and hurried over to the computer. After a minute, the home movie was playing on the giant screen.

"This has a couple home movies on one CD, a bunch of thorough organization that Jonah went through. He was the one who put them all onto the CDs. Olivia says she hasn't watched any of them since his passing…" The others nodded and started moving to the chairs as the video started. Allison pulled out a small handkerchief and wiped her eyes once more, then folded it up in her lap as she looked to the screen.

Eleven-year old Jonah stood in front of the Christmas tree that he'd worked hard to decorate. His camera rested neatly on a makeshift stand that consisted of his school textbooks. He was gazing proudly at the tinsel covered tree with the presents below it. "Finally."

"Brother!" He looked to the right as his seven-year old sister came running towards him. "Hey Jonah, I can't reach the hot chocolate!" She was very tiny for her age, she never could reach the front counter. He smiled at her and walked over, rubbing her hair. She had very short brown hair that was up in a small ponytail.

"I'll get you some, don't worry." Olivia squealed with delight as her brother walked out of the camera. She started spinning for a few seconds, then bounced over to the tree, eyeing it with joy. After a minute, Jonah returned with a fresh cup of hot chocolate. "Here you go Olivia, drink it carefully okay, it's hot."

"Okay!" She grasped the cup with both hands and slowly brought it to her lips, sipping it quietly. After she swallowed, she lowered the cup momentarily and pressed her lips together. "Do you think mommy will be home today? It's Christmas morning! She needs to be home and daddy needs to come out of his bedroom."

"It'll be all right, if they aren't here to celebrate, we'll celebrate just you and me." She frowned and slowly shook her head, it wasn't good enough that the whole family couldn't be together. He tapped his chin and closed his eyes. "I'll see what I can do, maybe I can talk Dad into joining us. As for Mom, I think she's working until midnight…"

"It's not fair!" She stomped her foot on the ground and Jonah quickly rushed to her side, grasping the cup gently before she spilt the drink. He smiled at her and rested his free hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, I know it isn't right, but it's just Mom's work schedule. I don't think she has any control over what her boss tells her to do, so right now, we just need to make the best of it. I promise you, things will be better one day." Olivia bowed her head and muttered softly. Jonah held his optimistic expression and placed his hands to his knees as he was crouching. "What was that?"

"I said…I want to be a family. My friends have a family Christmas, so why can't we!" She lifted her now tear-filled eyes up to him. "It just isn't Christmas without mommy and daddy." She turned and started off towards her room. Jonah stood straight and looked to the tree, scratching his head.

"I'll figure something out." He switched off the camera for the day, then switched it back on to reveal Olivia sitting with Denise and their father, Michael. Jonah was smiling at the camera as Olivia was unwrapping her presents and laughing with joy. Denise and Michael were sitting cross-legged on the ground beside her, smiling brightly. Jonah whispered to the camera. "So I managed to convince Dad that he should come out and spend time with his family because it was important to Olivia. I think he knows how family should be on Christmas…he called Mom's boss, who told her she needed to take the day off. Well, now we're all here, and Olivia's having the Christmas she always wanted. Only the best for my little sister."

The home movies continued through multiple timelines, all revealing Jonah to have strong family values, doing the best he could for his sister with a mother and father who were never around. "He wasn't a bad human being at all," Allison said with a teary smile. "You see, that's the key word, human. He loved his little sister to death, he loved his family…even you knew this, Sam."

"I did."

"Then why? Why did you put him on that machine?" Allison shot Sam an accusing glare and crossed her arms over. She didn't want to get violent, but no one could deny that the tension in the room was high. "Why did you leave him there for two hours?"

"I…didn't know what would happen. I know now, there are ramifications of everything. When you showed me the video…at the park…" Allison tensed and looked away, clenching her eyes shut. Freddie's eyebrows rose and his heart sank, could she not bring herself to delete that video. The girl began shaking and wiping her cheeks with her wrist.

"I tried everything, I thought I could make him at least smile again. He was just so depressed and…he never told me he was thinking of dying. I wish I'd never suggested we go to the park that day. I don't blame you, Sam. I blame your goddamn fans."

"I know, I know you do…I just have to ask you this, because I know it's hard. We talked about this before, you seemed uncertain then, so you don't have to…" What was she talking about? Freddie shared nervous glances with Carly and Gibby. Allison slowly reached into her purple purse and carefully pulled a camera from inside. She sobbed once and handed it over.

"Show it, let your fans see what they did to him…I…I'm going to go to the restroom." The girl quickly rose up and rushed out of the room. Sam stared down at the camera, a tense expression upon her face, as though she were contemplating showing the video at all. Her cheeks were wet with tears and her fingers were gently caressing the sides of that camera.

"This…is the video that Jonah and Allison made at the park. She went away for a few minutes to the restroom, came back…" Sam choked up and quickly removed the SD card from the camera. She couldn't say anything more. After handing it to Freddie, he pushed it into the computer and waited for it to load up. "While I'm at that, let me tell you something about harassment, leading to suicide. Sometimes, not just suicide. Harassment isn't just traumatic to the person you do it to, but to their sister, their brother, their mom and dad, their friends, coworkers, anyone that depended on that person or that person depended upon. Anyone they loved…the pain that person goes through, is the same pain, everyone else they know might go through…It may piss a lot of you off, knowing we're pointing fingers, I know we're all very much to blame in every way, but…yeah."

The video started up and shot out onto the screen. The others looked up when they heard Allison behind the camera, laughing while Jonah sat on the park bench, staring off into the distance.

"Come on Jonah, dance with me. It's a beautiful spring morning! Look at all the flowers!" The camera spanned over a field of fresh daisies laying in patches along the earth. "How can you not enjoy this morning?" The camera turned back to him and he stared back with a completely empty expression and blank eyes. They were near soulless, a much different look than he'd ever had.

"Yeah Ally, it's a great morning." His voice was low, somewhat raspy. His hands were concealed in the pockets of his leather jacket, but they were clearly clutching onto something unseen. His lips slowly turned up as he removed his left hand from his pocket and slid it slowly through his hair. "You know, I've been meaning to tell you…just don't know how…"

"Tell me what?" His eyes finally started to fill with a loving emotion.

"I think you're beautiful and I…I love you." Allison gasped and quickly moved next to Jonah, sitting beside him.

"Oh my god, you mean that? Really?"

"Yes. You, Olivia, Mom…and Dad, even though he's gone now. I think you might hate me after today though."

"W-Why? I…If you don't think those feelings are returned, you're wrong. I love you too Jonah." She set the camera on the bench and threw her arms around his neck. He hugged her waist and slowly rubbed her back.

"I just figured, since I'm always so depressive, you might get annoyed with me."

"Never! Jonah, what those people do to you, it's wrong. I hate when you get so depressed because of them, yes, but it's not your fault they hurt you."

"How so?" He scoffed and leaned back on the bench. His emotionless expression returned as he gazed off into the sky. "I'm the dickhead who tried to kiss Carly Shay while I was dating Sam Puckett. Right? I'm the asshole that's not worth…" He heaved a heavy sigh and bowed his head. "I'm nothing. I didn't even kiss Carly, I realized it was wrong the second I walked out that door."

"Sam should have just talked to you."

"I wasn't worth talking to apparently, but it was worth the laughs and the two hours of fucking pain, wasn't it?" Allison rolled her head to the side and pressed her lips together.

"It'll be okay Jonah, I promise you. It'll blow over…"

"Yeah, it'll end. Soon."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing, I'm just confident that it'll be over eventually." She leaned back and ran her hand through her hair. Her face scrunched and she quickly moved forward, looking back at the bench. There was a large, disgusting wad of gum now attached to her back.

"God…why do people put gum in the…I'll be right back, Jonah." He smiled vaguely and gave her a quick nod.

"I'll be here." After she left, Jonah slowly turned his gaze upon the camera. He fixated it upon himself and slowly pulled out his right hand. He was holding a medium sized bottle of pills. To his left was his water bottle, still full of liquid. "I'm sorry Ally, please tell Olivia that I loved her. I…I'm tired of this shit…I've tried and tried desperately to find some other way to end this abuse, but, I just can't." His voice started to crack and his body trembled. The finality of such an action seemed too glorious to him, to be rid of all these problems. "You'll all be okay, right? I mean, sure you will." Tears started to well up in his eyes, as he'd been planning this all day. "Ally, please know I meant that I loved you. I don't want you to have to love someone like me though, someone so…so fucked up that no one cares about…you'll find someone out there, someone better. I'm sorry…god…don't hate me please. Don't be mad at my ex, I mean, she did what she did out of anger I know, but…Olivia, please, don't ever change, not over this, not because of me. This is the only way, so, stay strong…you've always been able to see the good in the bad, so…stay that way. Ally, you too. I just want you to stay how I remember and loved you…"

He shook his head and slowly reached for his water bottle, he didn't look like he wanted to talk anymore. He just wanted this to be over, now. After the deed had been done, the drugs hadn't started taking effect yet when a small group of the neighborhood gang spotted him from behind. "Look, it's the asshole that was on iCarly." He groaned and clenched his eyes shut. His stomach was churning up a storm and his chest was starting to become very tense.

"L-Leave me alone, please…just…not today."

"Aw look at that, he wants to be left alone." The group laughed and walked around the bench, yanking him from the seat and holding him up. One of the people held his arms back and laughed as another stood in front of him. "Come on, let's kick his worthless ass. For Puckett, right?"

"Please…don't…"

"You made a mistake coming to our park. Big time." He groaned and slowly shook his head, his vision blurring. Though he had been able to catch their faces. While gang members, one or two of them were students from the school! "Now we're going to make you pay. Come on Tommy, kick his ass, initiate yourself into our little gang."

As they started to beat him, Allison returned. She started screaming and calling out for them to stop. "Let go of him! He's not doing anything!" She grabbed the man holding onto Jonah and was quickly thrown back onto the ground. Just then, Jonah began foaming at the mouth. The gang stared at him with uncertainty as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and vomit started dripping down his chin.

"Oh my god, he's puking! Gross!" They dropped him to the ground and quickly ran off, likely trying to clean themselves up. Allison rose to her feet and called out to Jonah, then declared told him she was going for help. The camera had been knocked off and was now pointing directly at him. His pupils began to dilate as voices and frantic feet started running towards him.

"Shut it off for god sake!" Sam cried out. Freddie quickly ended the video and turned his eyes to the computer. He'd been noticing a war going on through the comment thread during the videos, some fans were laughing at Jonah while others were chastising them and sympathizing with him. It was hard to keep faith in the fans, while at the same time, the good ones made it hard to lose faith.

When he turned his attention back to Sam, she was seething with rage and anger. Carly and Gibby were staring with bewildered expressions, their eyes glazed over. Even Allison had returned and was standing, very shaken. Sam put her hand to her chest as the angry tears ran down her face. "That's the worst thing I've ever seen any of our fans do. How the fuck do you beat up an innocent man, and do it in my name! Why? I would never do something like that! I know I have a problem saying things or doing things without thinking and I've often expressed discontent, but never would I do something so bad! I thought my fans were at least decent people!"

Carly looked ready to tell Sam to calm down, but she couldn't. No one could speak in this moment, it was too hard to even generate a rational thought. Sam looked from the camera to Allison, then from her, back to the camera. "Look, Olivia, Allison, I'm sorry! I fucked up. I mean that from the bottom of my heart, to you two, and to anyone out there that I might have indirectly hurt through my goddamn fans! I'm sorry and there's nothing I can say that'll ever take away the pain of what happened."

She rubbed her hair frantically, practically screaming at the top of her lungs. "My god, you even attacked Freddie a year or so ago when I said he hadn't been kissed yet? What the fuck? I mean seriously? A first kiss riles you up!" Freddie cringed as Sam continued her rant. He didn't have the heart to tell her to silence. She needed to get this out of her system, and now. "Apparently my 'influence' doesn't end there! Mr. Howard's relationship is over, Mom's laughed at, Freddie's mom's laughed at, and I'll accept full responsibility for it all! But where does it end? What was I thinking for believing my fans could ever be mature enough to handle anything! I hope you're all proud of yourself! Are you happy? Huh? Are you! Are you happy now, now that you see what your actions do to people? Yeah I may be part to blame, but you're the ones that actually went out and made that good man's life a living nightmare! God, if only I knew our fans would harass someone that wronged me, or is it anyone that ever did something wrong to us!"

"It happens more than you know," Freddie said with a quiet voice. Perhaps it was time he got his own words out and let Sam cool off for a moment. He rubbed the back of his head and breathed out. He was trying not to be bitter, but seeing that video, he remembered Valerie and thought on those scars he'd seen. "Apparently the fans decide to bring it upon themselves to extract their own sense of 'justice', but I guess you can't really lump them all in one pot…not all are bad…"

"I know…"

"I mean right now, we're getting comments from fans who are trying to support our stance and are trying to quell the negative stuff." He was doing his best to remain calm, and so far, he was succeeding. He set the camera down and walked up next to Sam. He turned towards the camera and crossed his arms. "Listen. Our lives, the people involved in our lives, please understand…we thank you for your concern when something happens, but…a friend of mine recently told me, and I agree wholeheartedly: It isn't your business what happens in our personal lives. It isn't your place to impose justice, because quite frankly, you don't know who that person is. You don't know if they might have a loving family, you don't know if they might have a younger sibling or someone out there that looks up to them as though they are their entire world. You can't possibly know, and when you hurt these people…as Sam said earlier…you hurt everyone that they care about and everyone that cares about them. While it may seem hard to believe, everyone that we're associated with…even Nevel himself, has people who love them and that they love back."

Gibby cleared his throat, finally bouncing back from what he'd just seen. He smacked his hands to his legs and quickly stood up. "I think what Freddie's trying to say is, you need to know your place." He walked up to the others and closed his eyes. "What I just saw was disturbing as hell, and I'm astonished that there are such violent people among our viewers. I know they don't represent the whole lot of you, but it's…shocking nonetheless. You really need to tone it down when it comes to how you respond to things that we say or do, or even the people we come into contact with." He looked over at Carly, who was still gawking, but tears were streaming down her face. "Right Carly?"

"I-I…" She shook her head and remained seated. The others looked at her with genuine concern. "I love all of my fans, but, I can't believe that there are fans like this out there. It's too much, too much."

"Like I said, having a webshow is a big responsibility. Now…" He turned back to the camera and smiled slightly. "We're going to be extra careful with how we deal with our personal, private lives. Should something slip up, we hope you, as our fans, can be responsible and mature enough to not do something so…so terrible…So, from this point on, things are going to be different."

"Very different!"

"Right. We'll still do skits and whatnot, but no more sharing details from our personal lives. It's not that we don't trust you fans, but it's something that we've decided has to be done. The things we say, the things we do, they could be out there forever. We don't need complete strangers knowing anything about us, or those we know. I think what we just saw is a perfect example of what happens when the wrong type of message gets sent to the wrong type of people."

That was it, it was all that needed to be said. After the webshow, the four friends were merely lazing about in the living room. The effects of the home movie still tore at them. Carly and Sam were on the couch, staring at the blank television screen. Even Allison was still there, struggling to calm herself down, she was too worked up to drive home right now. Gibby was drinking a soda at the kitchen table while Freddie shifted through the comments of iCarly. Many fans were apologizing on the behalf of others and themselves, some of the more angered fans were going on about how they were not watching iCarly any longer. Of course, the better fans would tell them that it would be better if they left anyway. Hopefully from this point on, iCarly could at least become better and not used as a tool for violence.


Sorry it took so long guys, but I do hope you enjoyed it :)