Me: I don't own anything! Jhonen does, you can ask him yourself!
Jhonen: Can I go now?
Me: No! Wait, yes.. wait no! You gotta be in this fic first!
Jhonen: *sighs*
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"Gasp!" they gasped, "After him!" and they began chasing Jhonen like the super-obsessed fangirls they were.
"JHONEN! WE LOOOOOOOVE YOU!!!" They screamed. Jhonen turned to see the three crazed fans running after him. He looked scared, but unsurprised, as he was quite used to this. He began running. He was very fast, what with his long legs and his years of practice. In fact, they probably would never have caught up to them if Invader ZaiFae hadn't dropped from the sky onto him. "OOOOW!" Jhonen said. "Ohhh, I'm so sorry, let me help you!" Invader ZaiFae said enthusiasticaly, helping him up, then glomping him. She was soon joined by the collective glomp of the other three fanfic writers. "Weeeeee looooveee yoooouuu Jhoneeeeeen!" They screamed all at once. Jhonen looked down at the four cartoons hugging him. After eyeing them critically for a moment, he spoke up. "Heeeey, I don't remember drawing you. What's going on?" The superfans released him. "You mean you don't know either? That shouldn't be." CryingChild said. "Oh well, I looooove you Jhonen!" she grinned scarily wide
Jhonen raised an eyebrow. "Who exactly are you people? Why must strangeness follow me everywhere?" "Weeeeell," began Ztarlight, "basically we're HUGE fans of yours, who woke up here this morning, and.. um.. from there on your guess is as good as mine." Jhonen scratched his head. "Man," he said, "and it's not even midnight yet. Umm, you don't want me to draw you a sketch or anything, do you?" "Oh, nooo," said Bast, floating and surrounded by hearts a foot or so away, "Just BASKING in your greatness is enough, besides," she continued, returning to 'normal' "I guess I AM a sketch right now!" Jhonen relaxed a little. "Hmmm, well, if you don't know how you got here, what's the last thing you remember?" he asked.
"Well," began Bast, "I was just reading a JTHM comic, then I fell asleep on it, and now I'm in Zimworld." "Yeah," added ZaiFae, "And I was just watching Invader Zim, and playing with highly unstable radioactive materials, and now I'm in Zimworld." Everyone turned and stared at the previously silent ZaiFae. CryingChild held out a finger accusingly. "Yooooou! Yoooou diiiiiid this to us!" She then walked over and shook her hand vigorusly. "Way to go!" she said, grinning. Jhonen raised an eyebrow. "Okaaay," said Ztarlight, "That explains that. SO, the next question is, how do we get out? NOT that I'm in any hurry to do so," she added hastily, turning to Jhonen, "but it's the kind of thing that you just GOTTA wonder about." "Ohhh," said CryingChild "I'm suuure we'll discover that in chapters ahead." "What?" asked Ztarlight, "What?" asked Bast, "What?" asked ZaiFae, "What?" asked Jhonen, "What?" asked CryingChild. They all stared at each other for a moment. "Weeeell," said ZaiFae, "Guess I'll see you all tomorrow!" They all walked off to their own little Zimrealities, except Jhonen who remained standing there for a moment. He sighed, "When does life start getting interesting?"
--------Da next day!
"Myyyyyy BA-lo-NEY has a first name, but he won't tell me what it is! Damn you bologna!" CryingChild sang on her way to skool. From behind her she heard someone shudder and mutter, "Bologna..." CryingChild whirled around, but there was no one there. "Saw you!" she cried. "No you didn't!" came Dib's voice from a bush. "Did too!" she said, parting the bushes. "Wow, I'm being stalked by Dib, this is SUCH a special moment, *sniff* I take picture!" She held up her fingers like a camera and pushed down on a noexistant 'button' "Click!" she cried happily. "I WASN'T stalking you!" Dib said defensively, "I was just waiting for Zim to walk by." "Awwww," said CryingChild, "Oh well, this is still a special moment, for reasons unknown! Yaaay!"
Dib pulled the branches out of his hair and stared at her. "Y'know," he said, "you act pretty wierd, and I still don't know where you're from." "You think I'm weird?" replied CryingChild, "Well, thank you, but I can't take all the credit, society maaaaade me this way!" She leaned in, causing Dib to back away a little. "Um, yeah..." Dib replied, "Well, you better just watch your step from now on, 'cuz I'm watching you! And if I find out something... not very normal, about you then... watch your step!" Dib finished, and ran off, though exactly where he was headed was uncertian. /Wow, Dib's out to get me,/ CryingChild thought, /This is the happiest day of my life!/
--------At skool...
"... and due to the earth's gravitational pull, every object hurled into the air must return to the ground with a sickening splat, just as every dream and asperation you hold dear will ultimitly fail. And so you are all doomed to a monotonus existance to end with a forced retirment. Doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed....." CryingChild was surprised to find herself in Miss. Bitters's class once again. She would have to get used to these time hiccups eventually, but for now she felt disorented. She looked at her trusty digital wristwatch, it read 10:17. She glanced at Dib, who was alternatley staring at her and Zim. /Wow, I feel special./ she thought. She turned to Zim, who was idly tapping his pencil in an act of hopless boredom. /Well,/ she thought, /since I already have Dib hating me, I may as well complete the pattern./ She ripped a sheet of paper out of her notebook.
Zim,
Meet me at the rejects table at lunch
-CryingChild (three seats behind you)
She read it over. /A little concise, isn't it?/ An idea ocured to her, she added to the bottom some Irkin writing she had copyed off Nick's website. /THAT oughta get his attention!/ she thought. She tapped Mathew P. Mathers III on the shoulder, (A/N: note to less-obsessed fans, Mathew P. Mathers III is the screamy kid.) He turned, startled and eeked softly. "It's oookay," CryingChild said softly, as if talking to a dog, "It's juuust a note, okay? I'm going to give it to you... no, no, it's fine, it dosen't hurt, I'm going to give it to you, and you just hand it to Zita, okay?" Hesitently, Mathew P. Mathers III took the note, and passed it up to Zita, who then passed it to Zim. Zim stared at the note in her hand, clueless as to what to do with it. Zita eventually shoved it in his face. Zim shoved her in retaliation, and opened the note. He read it and his eyes bulged a little. He looked back at CryingChild, who waved at him happily.
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Another time hiccup, and she was at the rejects table with Zim walking over to her. He did not look happy. "Who are you," he asked, "And what possesed you to write 'Red gobbles donkey goober' on this 'note'?" CryingChild managed to supress the giggles. "Weeeell, frankly, I think he's a little full of himself, but that's not the point. The point is I know you wanna take over the earth, and I just wanna say that I'm cool with that!" Zim's eyes bugged out. "I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about." he said, with every ounce of dignity he could muster, "I am a perfectly normal human worm baby. Perfectly normal humans have no desire to conquer the Earth and" at this he raised a threataning fist at a passerby, "enslave all humanity!" He smiled, pleased at his own quick thinking. "Ha!" said CryingChild, "I didn't say ANYTHING about enslaveing humanity! Trickdja! Trickdja! Trickdja!" She did a little dance. "But I'm seriously, 100% okay with it, I mean, as Calvin put it, 'it's not like the adults are doing such a bang-up job' and be-SIDES, at least things would be a little more interesting that way!" Zim raised a nonexistent eyebrow. He didn't think he could trust her, but she WAS pretty short, what threat could she pose?
"And, why are you telling me this?" CryingChild paused in her happy dance "Hmm? Oh, well no reason really I suppose, I figure it's just best to get these things out in the open. Annnnd, y'know, if you ever need a hand or anything, jus' ask!" She grinned "Ha!" Zim replied, "The idea of a superior being asking a creature so lowly as you for assitance is laughable!" he then began an unnecisarly long laugh. CryingChild stared a minute, then started laughing with him, and their laughter continued for about twenty minutes.
From across the cafetiria, Dib was watching them. "I don't like this at all, they're up to something... not... good, and stuff, and now there's two of 'em! How much can a kid my age take?"
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TA DA! I have a painfull head cold that is keeping me perpetually awake, (Z?) and so I'm writing alllllll night loooong! Yaaaaay! Next chapter will show this day in the lives of the other fanficers.
Jhonen: Can I go now?
Me: No! Wait, yes.. wait no! You gotta be in this fic first!
Jhonen: *sighs*
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"Gasp!" they gasped, "After him!" and they began chasing Jhonen like the super-obsessed fangirls they were.
"JHONEN! WE LOOOOOOOVE YOU!!!" They screamed. Jhonen turned to see the three crazed fans running after him. He looked scared, but unsurprised, as he was quite used to this. He began running. He was very fast, what with his long legs and his years of practice. In fact, they probably would never have caught up to them if Invader ZaiFae hadn't dropped from the sky onto him. "OOOOW!" Jhonen said. "Ohhh, I'm so sorry, let me help you!" Invader ZaiFae said enthusiasticaly, helping him up, then glomping him. She was soon joined by the collective glomp of the other three fanfic writers. "Weeeeee looooveee yoooouuu Jhoneeeeeen!" They screamed all at once. Jhonen looked down at the four cartoons hugging him. After eyeing them critically for a moment, he spoke up. "Heeeey, I don't remember drawing you. What's going on?" The superfans released him. "You mean you don't know either? That shouldn't be." CryingChild said. "Oh well, I looooove you Jhonen!" she grinned scarily wide
Jhonen raised an eyebrow. "Who exactly are you people? Why must strangeness follow me everywhere?" "Weeeeell," began Ztarlight, "basically we're HUGE fans of yours, who woke up here this morning, and.. um.. from there on your guess is as good as mine." Jhonen scratched his head. "Man," he said, "and it's not even midnight yet. Umm, you don't want me to draw you a sketch or anything, do you?" "Oh, nooo," said Bast, floating and surrounded by hearts a foot or so away, "Just BASKING in your greatness is enough, besides," she continued, returning to 'normal' "I guess I AM a sketch right now!" Jhonen relaxed a little. "Hmmm, well, if you don't know how you got here, what's the last thing you remember?" he asked.
"Well," began Bast, "I was just reading a JTHM comic, then I fell asleep on it, and now I'm in Zimworld." "Yeah," added ZaiFae, "And I was just watching Invader Zim, and playing with highly unstable radioactive materials, and now I'm in Zimworld." Everyone turned and stared at the previously silent ZaiFae. CryingChild held out a finger accusingly. "Yooooou! Yoooou diiiiiid this to us!" She then walked over and shook her hand vigorusly. "Way to go!" she said, grinning. Jhonen raised an eyebrow. "Okaaay," said Ztarlight, "That explains that. SO, the next question is, how do we get out? NOT that I'm in any hurry to do so," she added hastily, turning to Jhonen, "but it's the kind of thing that you just GOTTA wonder about." "Ohhh," said CryingChild "I'm suuure we'll discover that in chapters ahead." "What?" asked Ztarlight, "What?" asked Bast, "What?" asked ZaiFae, "What?" asked Jhonen, "What?" asked CryingChild. They all stared at each other for a moment. "Weeeell," said ZaiFae, "Guess I'll see you all tomorrow!" They all walked off to their own little Zimrealities, except Jhonen who remained standing there for a moment. He sighed, "When does life start getting interesting?"
--------Da next day!
"Myyyyyy BA-lo-NEY has a first name, but he won't tell me what it is! Damn you bologna!" CryingChild sang on her way to skool. From behind her she heard someone shudder and mutter, "Bologna..." CryingChild whirled around, but there was no one there. "Saw you!" she cried. "No you didn't!" came Dib's voice from a bush. "Did too!" she said, parting the bushes. "Wow, I'm being stalked by Dib, this is SUCH a special moment, *sniff* I take picture!" She held up her fingers like a camera and pushed down on a noexistant 'button' "Click!" she cried happily. "I WASN'T stalking you!" Dib said defensively, "I was just waiting for Zim to walk by." "Awwww," said CryingChild, "Oh well, this is still a special moment, for reasons unknown! Yaaay!"
Dib pulled the branches out of his hair and stared at her. "Y'know," he said, "you act pretty wierd, and I still don't know where you're from." "You think I'm weird?" replied CryingChild, "Well, thank you, but I can't take all the credit, society maaaaade me this way!" She leaned in, causing Dib to back away a little. "Um, yeah..." Dib replied, "Well, you better just watch your step from now on, 'cuz I'm watching you! And if I find out something... not very normal, about you then... watch your step!" Dib finished, and ran off, though exactly where he was headed was uncertian. /Wow, Dib's out to get me,/ CryingChild thought, /This is the happiest day of my life!/
--------At skool...
"... and due to the earth's gravitational pull, every object hurled into the air must return to the ground with a sickening splat, just as every dream and asperation you hold dear will ultimitly fail. And so you are all doomed to a monotonus existance to end with a forced retirment. Doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed....." CryingChild was surprised to find herself in Miss. Bitters's class once again. She would have to get used to these time hiccups eventually, but for now she felt disorented. She looked at her trusty digital wristwatch, it read 10:17. She glanced at Dib, who was alternatley staring at her and Zim. /Wow, I feel special./ she thought. She turned to Zim, who was idly tapping his pencil in an act of hopless boredom. /Well,/ she thought, /since I already have Dib hating me, I may as well complete the pattern./ She ripped a sheet of paper out of her notebook.
Zim,
Meet me at the rejects table at lunch
-CryingChild (three seats behind you)
She read it over. /A little concise, isn't it?/ An idea ocured to her, she added to the bottom some Irkin writing she had copyed off Nick's website. /THAT oughta get his attention!/ she thought. She tapped Mathew P. Mathers III on the shoulder, (A/N: note to less-obsessed fans, Mathew P. Mathers III is the screamy kid.) He turned, startled and eeked softly. "It's oookay," CryingChild said softly, as if talking to a dog, "It's juuust a note, okay? I'm going to give it to you... no, no, it's fine, it dosen't hurt, I'm going to give it to you, and you just hand it to Zita, okay?" Hesitently, Mathew P. Mathers III took the note, and passed it up to Zita, who then passed it to Zim. Zim stared at the note in her hand, clueless as to what to do with it. Zita eventually shoved it in his face. Zim shoved her in retaliation, and opened the note. He read it and his eyes bulged a little. He looked back at CryingChild, who waved at him happily.
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Another time hiccup, and she was at the rejects table with Zim walking over to her. He did not look happy. "Who are you," he asked, "And what possesed you to write 'Red gobbles donkey goober' on this 'note'?" CryingChild managed to supress the giggles. "Weeeell, frankly, I think he's a little full of himself, but that's not the point. The point is I know you wanna take over the earth, and I just wanna say that I'm cool with that!" Zim's eyes bugged out. "I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about." he said, with every ounce of dignity he could muster, "I am a perfectly normal human worm baby. Perfectly normal humans have no desire to conquer the Earth and" at this he raised a threataning fist at a passerby, "enslave all humanity!" He smiled, pleased at his own quick thinking. "Ha!" said CryingChild, "I didn't say ANYTHING about enslaveing humanity! Trickdja! Trickdja! Trickdja!" She did a little dance. "But I'm seriously, 100% okay with it, I mean, as Calvin put it, 'it's not like the adults are doing such a bang-up job' and be-SIDES, at least things would be a little more interesting that way!" Zim raised a nonexistent eyebrow. He didn't think he could trust her, but she WAS pretty short, what threat could she pose?
"And, why are you telling me this?" CryingChild paused in her happy dance "Hmm? Oh, well no reason really I suppose, I figure it's just best to get these things out in the open. Annnnd, y'know, if you ever need a hand or anything, jus' ask!" She grinned "Ha!" Zim replied, "The idea of a superior being asking a creature so lowly as you for assitance is laughable!" he then began an unnecisarly long laugh. CryingChild stared a minute, then started laughing with him, and their laughter continued for about twenty minutes.
From across the cafetiria, Dib was watching them. "I don't like this at all, they're up to something... not... good, and stuff, and now there's two of 'em! How much can a kid my age take?"
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TA DA! I have a painfull head cold that is keeping me perpetually awake, (Z?) and so I'm writing alllllll night loooong! Yaaaaay! Next chapter will show this day in the lives of the other fanficers.
