Emu: Walks slowly out and a horn plays the death song Greetings all of you wonderful f-f-fans. Sniff. I have some very unfortunate news. Tears begin to stream down her face I-I…I just OH I CAN'T SAY IT! It's TOO horrible. Takes a deep breath Due to difficulties beyond my control, I can no longer continue this fic.-_-, I am very sorry. Starts to fade away
Emu: Runs back GOTCHA! Hides behind a couch to avoid the on-slaught of cheezed off readers SORRY! It was a joke! A JOKE! I get just a little freaky at 3:00 in the morning OKAY?!
Cat: And she had tons of sodas so beware.
Puppetmon: Yep.
Emu: I am not that bad. Anywho, you all should appreciate this! My excuse for not writing sooner is that first my sis from college invaded with a friend and since they stayed in the computer room it meant no story for me. And now, my mom is on a cleaning spree and if I'm caught up this late and doing something other than washing or dusting, I AM BUSTED! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Cat: Ha ha! I haven't had to clean anything!
Emu: Oh you just wait until it's time for your bath! YEEEESSSS!
Cat: WHAT?! NEVER!
Puppetmon: I'm staying out of it. Anyway, Emu STILL owns nothing okay? If she does own something then she'll tell you or let you guess.
Emu: RIGHT! ON WITH THE NEXT CHAPTER! Oh and one more thing. I just noticed that I failed to add in some people that asked to be in the last couple of chapters. For this I am eternally sorry! I AM NOT WORTHY! I will try to work you all into this chapter but it might be a little weird because so many of you asked. THAT IS NOT A BAD THING mind you, it just means more thinking on my part. BUT ON TO THE FIC!!!
CLANG! Zim's head whipped around and his two red orbs pieced the darkness. Something was in his lab, he was sure of it. The only question was what? (AN: I KNOW! I KNOW! PICK ME!)
Grabbing the metal pipe he was working on, he carefully inched forward. His eyes darted from side to side looking for his unknown opponent. Finding his voice he yelled, "WHO ARE YOU? You have wondered into the lair of ZIM! Get out now or face the mighty wrath of ZIM! DO NOT INVOKE THE WRATH! THE RUBBER DUCKIES COMMAND IT!" (AN: I like duckies.)
A small squeaky noise was heard followed by a soft giggle. Then without warning, something slammed into Zim's head. The pipe ripped from Zim's grasp and flung into a wall. Screaming madly, Zim ran in circles before looking at the object that had so viciously attacked him. His eye twitched slightly at what he saw, and that was a little piggy. (AN: MORE PIGGIES! They seem quite popular, no?)
Growling, Zim began shrieking, "GIR! What are you doing? I told you I was BUSY! Too busy for you and your pathetic little piggies! They squeak offensively at me! They tell me…things. Things that are not important to me! Now get your piggy and leave!"
Gir calmly tapped Zim's back and looked at him innocently. "What are you talking about master? I was watching the Scary Monkey Show. That is not my piggy. BUT LOOK AT IT! IT IS SO FUZZY AND HAPPY! IT REMINDS ME OF WHEN A PIGGY GOT STUCK IN YO HEAD! WWWWWEEEEE HE HE!" (AN: HOW did they manage to remove that piggy and then insert Zim's brain?)
"But if it's not your piggy then who…?" Zim wondered, ignoring Gir's insane squeals. Just then, a huge hunk of metal jumped on Zim and then started dancing with Gir. It took Zim two seconds to realize that it was in fact another SIR unit.
This SIR unit bore an uncanny resemblance to GIR except for two major differences. First off, it had purple glowing eyes and a flower of a shiny blue draped over its antenna, also it was a girl. (AN: Or female, which ever you prefer.) The new SIR gleefully tackled an overjoyed Gir and the two rolled on the floor.
"Giz? What on earth is Giz doing here?" Zim scratched his chin. (An: Does he HAVE a chin? Can you call it a chin anyway? AND WAIT! How can he hear without ears? Does he use his antenna? WHAT IF THEY FELL OFF? Would he be deaf? I AM SO CONFUSED! AAAAAAAAAAAAA Runs around screaming) "Hold it, if Giz is here then that would mean that…" Zim was cut off as two Irken hands covered his eyes.
"GUESS WHO?" the owner of the hands shrieked.
"Zip?!" Zim questioned aghast. Zip was the good friend of Zim from the academy. (AN: NO! Not the academy for cooks! The academy for invaders) Zip was a female of about Zims height, one of the reasons they got along, had brilliant blue eyes, wore a blue uniform, the mirror of Zim's, and had a blue flower at the base of her left antenna much like her SIR unit Giz. (AN: Aw they are joined in almighty shortness. Hey, I'm short too so no making fun all you freakishly tall people! CoughJemCough)
"It is I! Oh, and I brought a friend!" At that announcement another Irken dropped down and landed gracefully by Zip. (AN: AAAAA It's raining Irkens!) This Irken was a female like the first but had black eyes that had the frightening ability to appear to bore into your head.
"You brought Dark Destiny with you?" questioned Zim. (AN: STOP RIGHT THERE! How did an Irken get a name like that you ask? Blame the eyes! THE EYES!)
A huge blade flashed out of nowhere and appeared in Dark Destiny's hands. "You have a problem with that? LALALA! CAUSE IF YOU DOOOOOOO you can get a small puppy that quacks! BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL ON YOUR BRAIN! BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL!" (AN: Why blue? What happens if someone is colorblind? HUH? What then Miss little store microphone lady!!! WHAT?)
"No," replied Zim warily. Why did Zip have to bring Dark Destiny of all Irkens with her? Dark Destiny you see was the fabled insane Irken that was totally unpredictable. This was one of the reasons she made a good Invader though.
Dark Destiny smiled slightly and the sword disappeared. Zim just stared in shock before gathering his wits. (AN: HE HAS WITS?!) "What are you two doing here? If you think that you're taking over MY mission then you will suffer!"
"I'm hurt," replied Zip sullenly. "Here I am your bestest friend and you accuse me! Sniff! Oh woe that has been bestowed upon me."
"Wellllll?" Zim impatiently tapped his foot.
"Huh? Oh yeah. Um, what was the question?" Zip laughed.
"We're here because the Tallest gave us the day off and IS IT JUST ME OR DO YOU YEARN FOR COFFEE TOO?" Dark Destiny answered for Zip.
"Oh, in that case good to see you Zip," Zim said disregarding Dark Destiny's question.
At that moment, a LOUD ZANG was heard followed by various other sound effects. Jumping, the three Irkens turned in time to discover that Giz and Gir had succeeded in destroying a very advanced looking computer. (AN: it's not stupid. It's aaaadddddvvvvaaaannnncccceeed.) Gir glanced up apologetically and said, "Awwwww. It's broken."
"Where's the pizza?" questioned Giz as she ripped out another cord. Tears filled her eyes when nothing happened. "WHY?! WHY?! I was gonna be your wife! COME BACK PIZZA! COOOOOMMMEEE BACK!" She began to pound on the computer and wail with deep hurt.
SUDDENLY! Yes, that's right! SUDDENLY!!! WHAHAHAHHAHAAHA Faints (AN: MORE SUGAR!! YEESSSS!!! WAHA! Uh, anyway back to the story)
Suddenly, a deafening beep began to sound. The computer flashed an array of brilliant colors. Smoke started to shoot out of the sides and flew up into the air. The floor shook furiously when the computer jumped and jerked.
"MALFUNCTION! MALFFFFUUUUNNNCCTIIOOON! DANGER! DANGER! HHHEELLLLPPPP!" a booming voice screamed in a mechanical and incredibly obnoxious voice. (AN: Think of the AOL "you've got mail voice" but gone terribly, terribly wrong)
With his hands stuffed in his ears, Zim tried to shout above the noise. "OVERRIDE! SHUT OFF COMPUTER!" (AN: Again, does Zim have ears? Should I have said antenna up there? But then how can he stuff his hands in his antenna? Ack! Alien anatomy is so confusing.-_-)
The computer buzzed before replying, "CANNOT OVERRIDE! WILL EXPLODE! EEEXXXPPPPLLLOOOODDDE I SAY!"
"What?" Zip shrilly yelled becoming panicked. "DO SOMETHING!"
"LIKE WHAT??? TELL IT TO DIE?" Zim sarcastically shouted.
Giz started to clap her hands and danced with Gir as they both sang, "We're gonna die! YAY!"
"GIR! That is NOT a good thing!" Zim snapped.
"Oh, is it a happy thing?" Gir asked.
"Or a confused thing?" Giz wondered.
All Zim did in response was to ashamedly shake his head. Zip, however, took the opportunity to cling onto Zim's head and scream fearfully. Zim's arms flailed in his attempt to dislodge the hysterical Irken girl. They both were screaming their lungs out when the computer reached its peak. (AN: Ew! Flying lungs!)
"I GO BOOOOOMMMM NOW!" cried the computer.
All looked hopeless when abruptly, the computers screen went blank. A 'huh?' rang out as both Irkens starred in confusion. It was then that Dark Destiny walked out calmly holding her sword and half of the main cord in her hand. She swung her sword once for effect and then it disappeared. "There you go," she said happily.
"That's great, but couldn't you have just PULLED the plug out?" Zim asked with irritation.
"Um, I guess I could have done that but then I wouldn't have gotten to use my cool sword."
"Perfect," Zim sighed. "Now I'm gonna have to replace that."
"Does that mean we're going out?" Zip smiled.
"I guess it does."
"WHOO HOO! WE'S GONNA GO OUT AND SQUEAL LIKE EELS!" Both Sir's were bouncing off the walls.
Zip rubbed her hands together. "Great, now I get a chance to restock my OWN supplies and invent a new weapon!"
"If we're going out, THEN WE MUST FIND AND CONQUER A COFFEE SHOP! I NEED it! If I DON'T get coffee then I'll start crying!" threatened Dark Destiny.
"FINE! We shall visit your disgusting COFFEE shop. Come! We shall go!" With that, Zim turned and led the small crew out of his house as they dawned some shabby disguises.
Meanwhile, Dib was strolling down the aisle of a hardware store at that very instant. He came up to an aisle crossing and cautiously looked left and then right. A paper blew across the aisles, seeming to be the only movement. Putting one foot slowly forward, Dib stepped into the aisle.
He was halfway across when he heard something. A loud screeching was heard followed by some demonic laughing. Dib's head whipped up in time to see two shopping carts pushed by old women come zooming towards him at each side. He just barely jumped out of the way as the two carts slammed into each other, burying the old women in a pile of rubble.
Dib shook his head and sighed. "Some people just should not be allowed in public places." That said, he moved on.
After a lot more crashes, some narrow escapes, and evil little kids armed with hangers, Dib made it to the "tools for destruction and games and so much more" aisle.
He was wandering down the aisle, glancing at this and that, when he heard a peculiar noise the next aisle over. (AN: Betcha can't guess who it is!) Standing on top of a robotic arm, he peeked over the shelves. What he saw was a little, well disturbing.
Standing in front of some toilet seats and clutching a gameslave protectively was a girl with poofy brown hair, glasses much like his own, combat boots, some plushies tied about her waist, a black t-shirt with the word DOOM! Written in red in big type, and baggy jeans. (AN: HA! I tricked you, yes? You thought it would be Zim and the others didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?! WELL YOU WERE WRONG! WRONG I SAY! WAHAHAHA OH MY GUT! THE PPPPAAIIINNN!) She was starring intently at the toilet seats and mumbling under her breath. "Now which toilet seat would be more lethal? The one with the pink fuzzy cover or the one that has teletubies painted on it?"
Dib blinked a few times. How could a toilet seat be lethal and since WHEN did they come with sickingly happy, not to mention coughstupidcough, EVIL thingies on them?
Dib was pondering these things when the girl let out a loud yell. "I KNOW! I AM BRILLIANT!!! BBBRRIIILLLIANT! We compromise, yes?" With that, she grabbed the fuzzy cover, ripped it up a little, and attached the remains to the highly demonic teletubie toilet seat. "And there you have! YES! Twice as deadly. Let's see anyone get more than a foot near to me without suffering a very agonizing death. WAH!" It was at that moment that the girl happened to spy Dib gazing at her. "Hey there! And who are you? Are you toilet shopping also?"
"Not exactly. Um, if you don't mind my asking, what are you going to do with that toilet seat?" Dib cocked his head to the side and raised and imaginary eyebrow. (AN: Where have all the eyebrows gone?)
"Weeeellll, I'm gonna take it and brutality attack anyone I consider a potential enemy or just plain obnoxious."
"I see."
"Soooo, what are you doing here?"
"Me? Oh you don't want to know about…well, actually I am a paranormal investigator, or I want to be and I believe….*insert long rambling alien lecture here* As you can see."
The girl just looked completely lost for a few soundless minutes. "Uh, so you think that this, Zim was it? Yes, this ZIM person is an alien?"
"Well, yes."
"Got any proof?"
"He's so…greeeeennn. And he has no ears or nose. Given all of this, he still hears everything SOMEHOW! I think it has to do with his antenna." (AN: YOU SEE? The antenna. YES! They are the key. Nods)
"Antenna? He has antenna? So what is he? Some sort of evil mutant bug from outer space?"
"Yes, something like that." The girl stared at Dib. Dib stared at the girl. The girl stared back at Dib. Dib stared BACK at the girl. The seconds ticked by as the girl bugged her eyes out in an attempt to out stare Dib. Dib, in return, bugged HIS eyes out and stared buggy eyed BACK at the girl. The girl seemed to pop her eyes out slightly and STARED back at Dib. A vein in Dib's head popped out as he POPPED HIS eyes out and stared at the girl. And then…a small child ran by screaming bloody murder as a ragged and deranged rat blob chased him.
Dib blinked and said, "That almost looked like that evil rat thing from earlier. What was it called, Ralph?" (AN: Hint to all of you out there in reader land, it was. Oh, and I decided that it would in fact be named Ralph so ha!)
The girl looked faintly startled but quickly broke the silence. "An alien? Sounds bizarre but I believe you! I am known as the Almighty Moo Cow, but you can just call me Moo."
"Really? You don't think I'm crazy?"
"I don't know you well enough to make that decision yet but I trust you."
"How can you trust me if you JUST met me?"
"Because you have a large head."
"WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?"
"Nothing. Anyway, my explody plushies told me I could." At Dib's questioning look, Moo added, "I am NOT as dense as I seem. I can build ships and stuff if I wanted to. It might take me some time though."
"Okay. That does not matter now though, what matters is that you and I shall track down Zim and save the world TOGETHER!" Dib threw his arms up in the air and some wind and a spot light appeared.
"How'd you do that?"
"Do what?"
"You know, the wind and spotlight thing."
"Oh that, well I actually bring my own fan and light with me in my coat. You know, to add effect." (AN: The mystery solved)
"Oh. I suppose that we should go get this Zim character then, but first to the check out line!" Moo pointed dramatically.
"Why the checkout line?" asked Dib.
"I have to buy my deadly toilet seat of doom."
"Oh, right. In that case, TO THE CHECKOUT LINE!" Dib pointed as well.
"HURRAY! ONE THING!" Moo yelled without moving from her dramatic pose.
"WHAT'S THAT?" Dib yelled back.
"THE CHECKOUT LINE IS THAT WAY!" Moo pointed in the opposite direction.
"Oh yeah. TO THE CHECKOUT LINE!" And so Dib and his new accomplish, Moo, ran to the checkout line to buy the toilet seat and then to find and expose Zim.
Speaking of Zim, he was at that second on the other end of town utterly lost. "Gir!" Zim cried and glared at the robot. "I thought I told you NOT to put anymore cupcakes in the space needed for ammo and information! And because you failed to listen, WE'RE LOST…AGAIN!" The robot just smiled ignorantly and jammed another cupcake into his mouth.
"Okay, so remind me again why we can't just ask for directions," said an exasperated Zip.
"BECAUSE you can't trust these FILTHY HUMAN STINK HOLES!" At that exclamation many stopped and stared at the small being who had made the outburst. Zim smiled sheepishly and pointed to a paper crumpled on the ground. "We are merely reading what is written in the vulgar human propaganda newspaper. NO NEED TO STARE! We LOVE earth!" Some people whispered behind there hands about the crazy people allowed on the streets now a days but moved on anyhow.
"Then couldn't we look at a map or something?" Zip said getting miffed. (AN: OOOOH 0.0 I like that word. ^_^)
"NEVER! WE SHALL NEVER SHINK SO LOW AS TO USE THEIR DEVICES!" Once again, a crowd stopped and looked oddly at the strange little man. (AN: Forgot to mention that he was in his old man outfit but you know now!) "READING!" Zim shouted in reply and again the crowd dissipated.
"BUT I WANTS ME COFFE AND I WANTS IT NNNNOOOWWW!" Dark Destiny stomped her foot in a fit.
"Coffee? DID SOME ONE NEED COFFEE?!" a voice seemed to come out of nowhere. A bright and awe inspiraring light appeared and a being lifted up a glowing pencil. With a loud bellow, the pencil was slammed into the sidewalk and the people walking by suddenly parted. (AN: They were all wearing red. Get it? Huh? No? Aw fooey.) The being then smiled and stepped into the light to reveal…a girl. Not just a girl though, it was a girl WITH a pencil. It wasn't one of those cheap pencils either. Oh no, it was a SPECIAL pencil. It was one that shone in the light and gleamed with a blinding radiance. Why, it gleamed so vibrantly that it blinded a man once. That man is now in a hospital somewhere, I think, getting eye surgery. But he shall NEVER forget that pencil. It will haunt him and it will haunt his children and his children's children and… oh, but that's not important.
"You! IT WAS YOU! You who so shouted to show your utter yearning for some warm brown to fill your little cup. Oh I feel your pain. I FEEL IT! Pig." The girl pointed to Dark Destiny.
"You? Do you like coffee? And you know my pain?" Dark Destiny asked quizzically.
"Oh yes! YES I KNOW! Oh how I know! You have been infected with a deep-rooted addiction that cannot be suppressed. Like socks! SOCKS! They are in your shoe but does that mean they are not important? Do they not store your cheese?" The girl stepped up on a soapbox and continued her speech.
"YOU! Burger lord! Take me to the meat."
"HEY! I said that! How did you know?" Zim shrieked suspiciously.
"I know everything! YOU! FEAR THE FIST!" The girl yelled at Zim.
"STOP QUOTING ME! You are…are…"
"Dumb like a moose! DUMB LIKE A MOOSE!"
"Well, yes you are," Zim said quite confused.
"ANYWAY, back to my speech on the deep need for coffee and other such necessary items. Ahem, oh what is true agony? I shall tell you, all you sad and naive people! A cup! A crumpled up cup that has spent its last drop on some ungrateful bozo! How can the world be so cruel? WHY IS THERE SO MUCH PAIN?! The pain when your stomach gurgles for a yummy treat but the jerk in front of you has STOLEN YOUR fair share of the food of greatness. We must rebel! FIGHT THE HUNGER! GRAB YOUR SHARE OF LIFE! GO! GO AND GRASP IT BEFORE SOME SMO GETS TO IT FIRST!" The girl then proceeded to take a bow and received applause from Dark Destiny. Everyone else shrugged and then went off to buy their fair share of the coffee supply.
"She makes for a semi okay motivational speaker, don't she?" asked a small mouse cat mix with long ears, perched from atop Gir's head.
"Ohhh Is you a kitty?" Gir questioned.
"The world may never know. NEVER I SAY! NOOOO! WAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I'm okay." The mouse cat jumped from Gir's head and landed in front of the strange girl.
"Who are you?" Zip wanted to know.
"Who am I? WHO AM I? I…uh….um…" The girl looked hopefully at the mouse cat.
"She's Saturnia and I am Vixen. Her humble and somewhat crazy travel companion." At that moment a big fiery bird just showed up.
"KILL! KILL! KILL!" It screamed and then just left.
"What was that big birdy?" Giz squealed as she tried to grab a burning feather that the bird had left behind.
"That was an evvvvilll birdy. It messes with Saturnia's head. It tells her…things. Like destroy, kill, and don't touch MY HOTDOG! It's MY hotdog! I bought it! ME! I only stole YOUR money to do it but it's STILL MMMMIIINNNEEEE!!!" Vixen gesticulated wildly and seemed to grab for an imaginary hotdog.
"Anywho, you needed to get to a coffee shop?" Saturnia addressed the matter at hand.
"Yes! YES WE DO! We would be eternally grateful if you would assist us! Why, we'd even sacrifice a rubber carrot for you!" Dark Destiny said before any of the others had a chance to answer. (AN: I got a carrot sacrificed for me. Yes! Hehehe)
"I can help you then! Watch as I take my MAGIC pencil and draw us there!" And without another interruption, Saturnia drew a portal that somehow became real and sucked all of the bewildered Irkens and their Sirs units into it. Then, Saturnia and Vixen jumped in as well just as the portal sparkled and was gone.
Elsewhere, Gaz grunted and continued to trudge down the sidewalk. Her cousin, Bri, was at her left and seemed equally annoyed. Bri had accidentally blown up an oven and since Dib was nowhere to be seen, Gaz and Bri had to go and get a new one. How does one manage to BLOW UP an oven you ask? Well you see, that was one of the many mysteries that was Bri. Oh sure, she looked normal enough with her deep black hair high lighted with blood red streaks, with her blood colored tank top, black baggy jeans, a armband in the shape of a serpent, and a black D that hung about her neck from a strong cord, but she wasn't. Okay, maybe that didn't sound too normal but that still does not change the fact that she wasn't for…OTHER reasons. Not only did she have odd gray eyes that were hidden behind her thick frames but she had special psychic and telekinetic capabilities.
Those can be annoying you know. I mean, one minute you're trying despairingly to put together some molten goo that you can dub dinner when the oven purposely burns you. SHAM ON THE OVEN! You start to scream loud obscenities and fail to notice the faint glow that has surrounded you. Just when you've FINALLY calmed down ….BOOM! There goes the oven, leaving you with a new window. Unfortunately for you, there goes dinner and it gets drafty. Honestly, don't you think that would get rather irritating? BOOM! There goes the microwave. BOOM! There goes the sink. BOOM! There goes the TV. BOOM! There goes the house and you now find yourself lost in a subway somewhere being eyed strangely by the homeless guy in the corner.
After that, you're stuck there with the guy and no one to talk to. You just sit in a corner and hope that the rats will come back so that you can play poker. Then again, that one fat rat looks VERY suspicious! He's won FAR too many times. TOO MANY I SAY! That's about the time that you realize that you've lost what little money you have to a rat. A RAT! Of course, it's a really cute rat. This being the case, you become good friends and then hold shows of the incredible talents of one rat and girl in a subway car.
You are almost rich enough to exit the subway when that weird little buggy-eyed guy steals your money AND your rat. NO! There goes your only friend. You are now doomed to die a lonely death in a subway with the "weirdoes". Of course, that's when you realize that you could've just teleported OUT of the subway with your powers. Say bye bye to two years of your life. Too bad, then you get back together and a year later…BOOM!
DO YOU ALL UNDERSTAND?!?!?! No? Oh well, it's really not that important. (AN: Plays with a rat What? They really are cute.)
Bri smiled and thanked the mighty gods that they had arrived at last at their destination. Pushing open the hardware store door, she shuffled inside. A somewhat remarkable sight greeted her. The hardware store was MASSIVE! Every appliance imaginable could be seen towering in the distance. Microwaves were piled high on lofty shelves and tools were stacked upon one another. Refrigerators littered the halls and it seemed as though this store was a haven for blenders.
"Wow," Bri breathed as she looked down the never-ending hallways.
"Eh," grunted Gaz a little less enthusiastic. Bri shoot her a glare in reply, which went unnoticed. Puffing out her chest indignantly, Bri strutted forward in search of an oven. Gaz stood like a statue for a few minutes before a beeped resounded, proclaiming Gaz's victory over the last level of her ever-present gameslave. She shrugged before trailing after a retreating Bri.
Bri was searching frantically for an oven when she hit something. Falling over, she rubbed her head while Gaz walked up slowly. Both girls looked over at what Bri had run into and were greatly, maybe not greatly, somewhat, um no, slightly, yes, that's it. SLIGHTLY shocked to find themselves looking at a girl hiding under a lampshade.
"What are you doing?" asked Bri as she approached.
"Me? There is no one here! NO ONE!" replied the girl.
"Yes there is," insisted Bri. She then flung off the lampshade to further prove her point. The girl cried out and ducked behind a vacuum cleaner. (AN: vacuum is spelled oddly)
"What's wrong with you?" Bri spoke incredulously.
"THEY'RE AFTER ME!"
"Who?"
"The…..the….the….."
"Do they actually have a name?"
"THE ANIMORPHS PEOPLE!"
"Um, who?"
"They are crazy! CRAZY I SAY!. You see, it all started….well, a while ago. I was innocently minding my own business when they decided that I should die in one of their stories. DIE! I didn't think I deserved that so I called them crazy poo poo heads. Then they chased me here. Here to this unholy pile of mechanical devices. Sadly, they are still chasing me."
"Why don't you just leave the store?"
"I kinda got lost."
"How is it possible to get lost in a…" Bri was cut short as she turned around to discover that she was indeed lost. The only thing is sight was a long and winding hallway that seemed at least 5 miles long in every direction. No sign of life appeared anywhere. "DARN IT ALL!" Bri screeched.
"Well, it could be worse," the girl commented.
"Why don't you just transport us all out of here?" Gaz didn't even lift her eyes for the game slave.
"We still need the oven," Bri sighed.
"Oven? YOU need an oven?"
"No, we just said that to confuse you." Bri stared at the girl and she starred back. "Yes, we need an oven."
"Well, why didn't you say so? My name is Cristin by the way. Follow me." That said, Cristin opened up a refrigerator to reveal a hidden passage way. "Come on! THIS WAY!" Bri sighed and followed Cristin into the dark hallway hidden in the refrigerator.
"You've got to be kidding," Gaz shook her head and took off in the opposite direction.
Elsewhere….
"NO! Don't START!" A book is viciously brutalized.
Ahem, elsewhere…
A screen glowed showing Jhonen holding onto a bicycle for dear life. In the corner of the screen, the road up ahead stretched on ward. Two black shadows flickered and place something in the road. They then bowed towards the screen and sat in the tall grass.
An evil smirk filtered across Synia's face. All was almost in order and operation Steal Jhonen would begin. She sat back and sighed in contentment. Things would get interesting in a few short moments. VERY interesting…
Emu: HURRAY! I finished it! The whole thing only took me…2 and a-half weeks to write from the time I started it. Oh, sorry if you again were not in this chapter, but if I continued this it would drag on too. I would also likely screw it up.
Cat: You mean it isn't already?
Puppetmon: Well, I don't see any screws in it. A drum roll is heard WACHA!
Cat: 0.o
Emu: 0_0
Puppetmon: YOU JUST DON'T GET IT! WWWWWWWAAAAAA Runs away and hides
Emu: Okay, anyway, I will get the next chapter out MUCH sooner but I have to write new chapters for 3 other stories first. At least the weekend is almost here.
Cat: And the birds are back. Hehehe
Emu: 0.o;
Cat: WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Lightening flashes
Emu: Be afraid. FLY ASWAY BIRDS! FLYYYY!!! Wait, Emu's are birds… Um, I'll just be leaving now. BYE! Runs away