I'm mentioning this here because it's my most read fic, or at least the most reviewed one. I plan to finish up all the fanfics I've started- you'll notice I've been updating like mad lately. After that, I'm leaving. Oh stop freaking out, will you? I said I'd finish all the other fics first. And I'm not even leaving FFN, really. Just the Invader Zim forum. Even that isn't written in stone, though I sincerely doubt I'll ever return. It's not any fun for me any more, that's all. It happens.
This isn't a pathetic plea for attention, just a notification of future plans.
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It was with an air of unnatural pride that CryingChild led Mel down the stairs into the lobby. A teacher with her prized pupil, a mother with her child, an evangelist with her first successful convert. All of these paled in comparison to the aura she radiated, approaching the crowd she'd spent much of her week with. In comparison, Mel seemed freshly intimidated by her surroundings. She knew she had started something that would be difficult to arrest, should she change her mind. Hesitantly she looked behind her, as if the events of the previous night were waiting there. But when nothing could be found except for fangirls, she looked determinedly forward, as they reached the others.
"Wazzap, CC?" asked The Slayer.
"UFOs." CryingChild replied. "Listen all, Mel has something important to say. Everyone pretend to be serious."
They all watched, anticipating, as Mel spoke. "I, um. I... wanttobeafangirl."
A cry of exultation rose from the rest, and they all began talking at once.
"All right Mel! I'll teach you everything I know about Bigfoot!" Kat said.
"Admitting is the first and most important step!" said KidK.
"Yeah, running around and being all crazy is the second." warned Quin.
"I anoint thee with tree scratchies!" Bast cried, miming beating Mel with tree branches.
CryingChild tried to spare her cousin, who was already clinging to her in fear. "Down girls, relax. Let's ease the little one into it, huh?"
"I've got an idea!" Ztar cried. She gestured a little, and the others responded by forming a circle around Mel. She then grabbed an extremely large knife from a nearby display and turned to her.
"Meep." Mel said.
Ztar pointed with the knife. "Do you, Melanie, wish to give yourself over to insanity?"
Mel gave a confirming glance at her cousin, who nodded. "Yes." she said.
"Do you vow to watch IZ whenever Nick begrudgingly hands out a rerun?"
"Yes."
"Do you intend to reach new and exciting levels of obsessiveness, to go where no normal person has ever gone?"
"Y-yes..."
Ztar nodded with satisfaction and raised the knife. "Kneel, Melanie." Mel uneasily did so. Ztar then tapped the knife once on each of Mel's shoulders, in the manner of a queen knighting someone. "And arise, Invader Mel."
A smile spread across Invader Mel's face as the circle cheered her, then held hands and chanted, "One of us... one of us..." in disturbing tones. CryingChild hugged her tighter than ever, and Mel grinned from ear to ear.
"I feel like celebrating! Let us outfit this new thrall!" Dragon said.
"Yes! And initiate her! Educate her!" Added Idgie. Everyone cheered.
They conveyed Mel to a booth filled from end to end with t-shirts. CryingChild promised to buy her any one of them.
"Choose whatever your heart desires!" She said. Mel, who was currently wearing a pair of pink jeans and a white shirt with musical notes on it, looked around. Now, CryingChild expected her to pick a nice GIR-themed shirt. Possibly the "Gimmie a Hug!" or "I'm Dancin' Like a Munkay!" tee. It was indeed a shock to her when she headed straight for the Nailbunny shirts.
"Who's this?" she pointed to Nailbunny. This invoked a rapt recitation of character traits from her companions. Mel listened carefully to all this, then decided. "This is the shirt I want."
Once that was purchased, along with a couple of patches which they attached to her jeans, they were all reluctant to stop there.
"Let's give her a neat hairstyle!" Bast said.
"Dyed all sorts of freaky colors!" Dragon added.
The Slayer was intrigued. "I'll bet you twenty bucks I can make her hair look like Devi's!" she said.
Four hours and two bottles of purple Manic Panic later, she lost the bet. "Um... I think that's about as good as it's gonna get." She said sheepishly. She placed the dreading Mel in front of a mirror for inspection. Her hair was a far cry from Devi's, for starters, the dye hadn't taken very well, and it was almost as pink as her pants. And rather than the scythelike pigtails that were Devi's trademark, she had one pigtail that was twisted, curled and knotted directly up, and another that bent over halfway, giving the distinct impression she had bunny ears.
"I like it." Mel decided.
KidK gave her an appraising glance. "Wait! I know the perfect finishing touch!" She pranced over to a nearby booth and purchased a Fillerbunny toy, then placed it in Mel's waiting arms. "I dub thee- Mel the Mad Bunny!
She looked in the mirror again and a grin grew on her face. "I am Mel zee Mad Bunny!" she cried, giggling and surprised at herself. The other fangirls took up the chant. "Mel zee Mad Bunny! Mel zee Mad Bunny!"
Next came the education- They found a room that seemed almost designed for the purpose, seventeen different televisions were playing different episodes of IZ, while a table in the middle contained copy after copy after copy of the JtHM and Squee! trade paperbacks. Mel soaked up the new knowledge while the others refreshed and renewed their own fandom. She also spent some time at the nearby computer terminals, catching up on FFN.
Some considerable hours later, they emerged.
"That was so neat!" Mel the Mad Bunny exclaimed. "I especially like the one with the giant hamster, that was great!"
"Well, she looks like an IZ fan," Kat begin, "And she knows the fandom now. But I still think we need to initiate her!"
"How the crap do we do that?" CryingChild asked.
They all got in a huddle and whispered, giggling occasionally. Finally, they broke apart. Grinning madly, they blindfolded Mel, who didn't complain. They walked her around for a while, then stopped. At once, they tore away her blindfold and ran. Mel gasped. She was on an enormous stage, in front of a microphone. There was a whole crowd in front of her, many were preoccupied by the rest of the convention, but plenty were watching her, with mixed levels of interest. She froze, terrified. At the anxious look on her face, CryingChild feared they had made a mistake. But then, words from Cecil B. Demented came to her.
"You're one of us now! You know what to say!"
Mel nodded. She was uncertain at first, but midway through she grabbed the microphone and began to lean on it eagerly. "I... I have a million corn nibblets in my jock straps of spooky doom, fear me! Monkey, monkeee!" she cried, "I's dancin' like a munKAY! Whoo!" she pulled a safety pin out of one of her patches. "I posses the ultimate weapon, blargh, woogh!"
"Oh my God! Who gave her a sharp object!?!" Someone yelled appreciatively.
Mel smiled and laughed, giving herself over to madness, not caring what any onlookers might think.
This isn't a pathetic plea for attention, just a notification of future plans.
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It was with an air of unnatural pride that CryingChild led Mel down the stairs into the lobby. A teacher with her prized pupil, a mother with her child, an evangelist with her first successful convert. All of these paled in comparison to the aura she radiated, approaching the crowd she'd spent much of her week with. In comparison, Mel seemed freshly intimidated by her surroundings. She knew she had started something that would be difficult to arrest, should she change her mind. Hesitantly she looked behind her, as if the events of the previous night were waiting there. But when nothing could be found except for fangirls, she looked determinedly forward, as they reached the others.
"Wazzap, CC?" asked The Slayer.
"UFOs." CryingChild replied. "Listen all, Mel has something important to say. Everyone pretend to be serious."
They all watched, anticipating, as Mel spoke. "I, um. I... wanttobeafangirl."
A cry of exultation rose from the rest, and they all began talking at once.
"All right Mel! I'll teach you everything I know about Bigfoot!" Kat said.
"Admitting is the first and most important step!" said KidK.
"Yeah, running around and being all crazy is the second." warned Quin.
"I anoint thee with tree scratchies!" Bast cried, miming beating Mel with tree branches.
CryingChild tried to spare her cousin, who was already clinging to her in fear. "Down girls, relax. Let's ease the little one into it, huh?"
"I've got an idea!" Ztar cried. She gestured a little, and the others responded by forming a circle around Mel. She then grabbed an extremely large knife from a nearby display and turned to her.
"Meep." Mel said.
Ztar pointed with the knife. "Do you, Melanie, wish to give yourself over to insanity?"
Mel gave a confirming glance at her cousin, who nodded. "Yes." she said.
"Do you vow to watch IZ whenever Nick begrudgingly hands out a rerun?"
"Yes."
"Do you intend to reach new and exciting levels of obsessiveness, to go where no normal person has ever gone?"
"Y-yes..."
Ztar nodded with satisfaction and raised the knife. "Kneel, Melanie." Mel uneasily did so. Ztar then tapped the knife once on each of Mel's shoulders, in the manner of a queen knighting someone. "And arise, Invader Mel."
A smile spread across Invader Mel's face as the circle cheered her, then held hands and chanted, "One of us... one of us..." in disturbing tones. CryingChild hugged her tighter than ever, and Mel grinned from ear to ear.
"I feel like celebrating! Let us outfit this new thrall!" Dragon said.
"Yes! And initiate her! Educate her!" Added Idgie. Everyone cheered.
They conveyed Mel to a booth filled from end to end with t-shirts. CryingChild promised to buy her any one of them.
"Choose whatever your heart desires!" She said. Mel, who was currently wearing a pair of pink jeans and a white shirt with musical notes on it, looked around. Now, CryingChild expected her to pick a nice GIR-themed shirt. Possibly the "Gimmie a Hug!" or "I'm Dancin' Like a Munkay!" tee. It was indeed a shock to her when she headed straight for the Nailbunny shirts.
"Who's this?" she pointed to Nailbunny. This invoked a rapt recitation of character traits from her companions. Mel listened carefully to all this, then decided. "This is the shirt I want."
Once that was purchased, along with a couple of patches which they attached to her jeans, they were all reluctant to stop there.
"Let's give her a neat hairstyle!" Bast said.
"Dyed all sorts of freaky colors!" Dragon added.
The Slayer was intrigued. "I'll bet you twenty bucks I can make her hair look like Devi's!" she said.
Four hours and two bottles of purple Manic Panic later, she lost the bet. "Um... I think that's about as good as it's gonna get." She said sheepishly. She placed the dreading Mel in front of a mirror for inspection. Her hair was a far cry from Devi's, for starters, the dye hadn't taken very well, and it was almost as pink as her pants. And rather than the scythelike pigtails that were Devi's trademark, she had one pigtail that was twisted, curled and knotted directly up, and another that bent over halfway, giving the distinct impression she had bunny ears.
"I like it." Mel decided.
KidK gave her an appraising glance. "Wait! I know the perfect finishing touch!" She pranced over to a nearby booth and purchased a Fillerbunny toy, then placed it in Mel's waiting arms. "I dub thee- Mel the Mad Bunny!
She looked in the mirror again and a grin grew on her face. "I am Mel zee Mad Bunny!" she cried, giggling and surprised at herself. The other fangirls took up the chant. "Mel zee Mad Bunny! Mel zee Mad Bunny!"
Next came the education- They found a room that seemed almost designed for the purpose, seventeen different televisions were playing different episodes of IZ, while a table in the middle contained copy after copy after copy of the JtHM and Squee! trade paperbacks. Mel soaked up the new knowledge while the others refreshed and renewed their own fandom. She also spent some time at the nearby computer terminals, catching up on FFN.
Some considerable hours later, they emerged.
"That was so neat!" Mel the Mad Bunny exclaimed. "I especially like the one with the giant hamster, that was great!"
"Well, she looks like an IZ fan," Kat begin, "And she knows the fandom now. But I still think we need to initiate her!"
"How the crap do we do that?" CryingChild asked.
They all got in a huddle and whispered, giggling occasionally. Finally, they broke apart. Grinning madly, they blindfolded Mel, who didn't complain. They walked her around for a while, then stopped. At once, they tore away her blindfold and ran. Mel gasped. She was on an enormous stage, in front of a microphone. There was a whole crowd in front of her, many were preoccupied by the rest of the convention, but plenty were watching her, with mixed levels of interest. She froze, terrified. At the anxious look on her face, CryingChild feared they had made a mistake. But then, words from Cecil B. Demented came to her.
"You're one of us now! You know what to say!"
Mel nodded. She was uncertain at first, but midway through she grabbed the microphone and began to lean on it eagerly. "I... I have a million corn nibblets in my jock straps of spooky doom, fear me! Monkey, monkeee!" she cried, "I's dancin' like a munKAY! Whoo!" she pulled a safety pin out of one of her patches. "I posses the ultimate weapon, blargh, woogh!"
"Oh my God! Who gave her a sharp object!?!" Someone yelled appreciatively.
Mel smiled and laughed, giving herself over to madness, not caring what any onlookers might think.