As you may have noticed by now, I don't own this stuff. If I did, instead
of writing fanfiction I would be telling all of my friends (yes, I would
have those too!) how insane this author is. Well, here's chapter 5, for
all those of you that threatened to do scary things if I didn't update
soon!
Chapter 5: The Next Day
Psycho Dough Boy has acquired the ability to fly, for some strange reason. Maybe he could all along, but it's like with a Daddy Long Legs that's poisonous but doesn't know how to bite. So beware of the little spiders and don't dip them in red and purple dye to make them change colors! ( I did that once, stupid me!)
Zim: Thanks for the ride, Psycho voice-thing, but how did you know I was still alive? D-Boy: Simple. If you were dead then I would just stop existing. Since water and jumping off of the ship couldn't do it, I prepared to take matters into my own hands. Zim: What do you mean?
D-Boy: Ah, there's the ship! Hopefully crashing into the side could at least cause some severe brain damage! Have a nice fall! HAHAHAHA!!!!
Zim: * screams like a girl and then crashes into one of the ship's smokestacks before landing face down on the top deck. * Before everything went black, he could see two couples standing near him. They would have done something to help him, but because of his high pitched, girlish scream, they thought he was a member of N'Stync. Eavesdropping on Couple #1
Gir: Hello little girl! What's your name?
Gaz: And why would you care?
Gir: Because I thinks you're cute! And I wants a friend! My new master is always over there with his girlfriend. * points to Couple #2 * He never spends time with me! I needs a friend too! * sniff *
Gaz: I guess I could use the company too. I'm Gaz.
Gir: Yay! I's got a friend now! I'm Gir! Want to go to the dance hall? I heard they have some kind of futuristic music there. It's called "Disco".
Gaz: Well, normally I don't like dancing, but if it's with you, then it's fine with me. Gir: Cool! Let's go! * drags Gaz at the speed of sound down to the third class dance floor *
And now, what Couple #2 was saying.
Devi: Look at that robot go!
Nny: That dead N'Stync guy over there must be starting to smell.
Devi: Eww! As if they don't stink enough when they're alive! Let's go.
Nny: Do you want to go down to the third class dance? I hear they're having interesting futuristic music.
Devi: I don't know, are you sure that they won't think I'm a snobby first class prep? Nny: No, the people down there are willing to get to know you before making harsh judgements. Unlike some people. * coughCHEERLEADERS *
Devi: I just wish the people I know were the same way. But what are we waiting for? Let's go disco! ( Hey, that rhymes!)
In the Disco Hall, 5 hours later
After all of the disco, a slow dance came on and of course, they start dancing. Oh fun! (sarcastically) Devi: That was the most fun I've ever had in my life! I can't thank you enough, Nny. Nny: No problem. I needed to get out.
Devi: You're so much more fun than that jerk my mother wants me to marry. I wish it could be you instead.
Nny: We've only known each other for two days and you're already practically proposing?
Devi: But I REALLY like you! More than anyone I've ever known! The truth is, I think I love you.
Nny: Considering the short time period that has elapsed since we met, I think I love you too.
On the other side of the room, some stowaways by the names of Tenna and Spooky have just discovered a Dance Dance Revolution. For his small size, Spooky is a very talented dancer. Soon Gir and Gaz join in.
Gaz: Gir, think you can beat Spooky?
Gir: Only if you play the song with the monkeys on the screen!
Gaz: Okay, but you had better win!
Spooky doesn't miss a beat while Gir just stands still and watches the monkeys. Gaz: Gir!
Gir: I's sorry! The monkeys are so pretty!
Gaz: You wasted my dollar! (slaps Gir)
(A/N: Okay, I'm about to introduce one of my original characters, Sun. Sun is an eevil little Irken about four feet tall with golden eyes that just LOVES making all life forms miserable!)
Sun on an intercom system: Greetings doomed passengers of the Titanic! Knowing your ultimate fate has made me completely overjoyed, but that's not stopping me from having even more fun before you all die your cold, watery deaths! I am pleased to inform you that the DJ has been replaced by the Crackstreet Boys! Hope they blast your eardrums out! * evil laughter *
Everyone: NOOOOOO!
(A/N: Yep, another one. This is a songfic I wrote a while ago making fun of the Backstreet Boys, and took the advantage of incorporating it into this story. It's to the tune of "Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely". I do not own this song either.) Show Me the Meaning of Being Phony
Show me the meaning of being phony
Verse 1:So many words for the faked out voice
It's hard to see through all that makeup
So hard to be
Twenty three and not five
Nights of light so soon become
I got burned by the big bright sun
Your every wish, will be done they tell me
Chorus: Show me the meaning of being phony
Is this the fakeness I need to sing with?
Tell me why I can't be a superstar!
All depth is missing from my heart
Verse 2: Hell goes on, as it never ends
Fueled by preps, that heed the trends
They never stay
In a Crackstreet phase, it's stupid
Guilty roads, to a lifeless love
There's no control, are you with me now?
Your every wish, will be done, they tell me!
Chorus: Show me the meaning of being phony
Is this the fakeness, I need to sing with?
Tell me why, I can't be a superstar!
All depth is missing from my, heart!
Bridge: There's nowhere to run, you have no place to go
Surrender your heart, body and soul
How can it be there's nothing we can feel?
Because we're so shallow------------------- * gasps for breath *
Depth is missing in my heart
Tell me why can't I be a superstar?!
Chorus: Show me the meaning of being phony (being phony)
Is this the fakeness, I need to sing with?
Tell me why can't I be a superstar
All depth is missing from my heart (depth is missing in my heart)
Chorus(yup, again): Show me the meaning of being phony
Is this the fakeness, I need to sing with?
Tell me why can't I be a superstar!
All depth is missing from my, heart
As the song ended, the speakers at the far ends of the dance hall blew, meaning that if you were located near them, the ear-splitting horror of the Crackstreet Boys was inaudible. Naturally, everyone ran to the far end of the stage, thanking whatever god(s)/goddess(es) they prayed to if they had any part in blowing the speakers. Unfortunately, the weight of the people caused the ship to tip to the right side. But this made the band slide over to the right too. Then the dancers started screaming again and ran over to the left. The band followed, so they ran back to the right. Then the left. Then the right.
Meanwhile on an iceberg not far away.
Sun: Good news! The ship is approaching the iceberg!
N'Stync: Yay! Serves those jerks right for killing one of our members!
Justin: And we get to kill the Crackstreet Boys too!
Lance: So now it's just the 5 of us! Lance, Justin and the three other guys we hang out with! Our fanbase will double! Even more cheerleader fangirls!
Sun: (to himself) So then they will have so many fangirls that they will be suffocated at concerts! While he was thinking this, he was heard emitting cruel giggles. "Now all we have to do is make sure that this iceberg gets near the ship! Chris(is that his name? I don't know, I'm not one of those fangirls): Why is the boat rocking? * points to the Titanic, which is swaying with the dancers inside * J.C.: Rock the boat! * starts dancing *
Sun: Stop that nonsense! * pushes J.C. off of the side of the iceberg , where he is crushed by the ship * Any such foolish wastes of time will be met with similar results, understand?
N'Stync -1: * wets their pants in fear *
Sun: Now all we have to do is turn on the motor and steer toward the boat to make sure these waves don't make us miss our target. Justin, turn on the motor, NOW! Justin: Umm, yeah! Wouldn't want the band to be -2 members! * starts motor * Sun: It already is, isn't it?
N'Stync -1: Huh?
Sun: One died on the Titanic and I just finished off another one. How come there are four of you left?
Lance: That green thing didn't really look like us, but where else could that girlish scream have come from?
Sun: Only your demented imagination. Or possibly Irk.
Chapter 5: The Next Day
Psycho Dough Boy has acquired the ability to fly, for some strange reason. Maybe he could all along, but it's like with a Daddy Long Legs that's poisonous but doesn't know how to bite. So beware of the little spiders and don't dip them in red and purple dye to make them change colors! ( I did that once, stupid me!)
Zim: Thanks for the ride, Psycho voice-thing, but how did you know I was still alive? D-Boy: Simple. If you were dead then I would just stop existing. Since water and jumping off of the ship couldn't do it, I prepared to take matters into my own hands. Zim: What do you mean?
D-Boy: Ah, there's the ship! Hopefully crashing into the side could at least cause some severe brain damage! Have a nice fall! HAHAHAHA!!!!
Zim: * screams like a girl and then crashes into one of the ship's smokestacks before landing face down on the top deck. * Before everything went black, he could see two couples standing near him. They would have done something to help him, but because of his high pitched, girlish scream, they thought he was a member of N'Stync. Eavesdropping on Couple #1
Gir: Hello little girl! What's your name?
Gaz: And why would you care?
Gir: Because I thinks you're cute! And I wants a friend! My new master is always over there with his girlfriend. * points to Couple #2 * He never spends time with me! I needs a friend too! * sniff *
Gaz: I guess I could use the company too. I'm Gaz.
Gir: Yay! I's got a friend now! I'm Gir! Want to go to the dance hall? I heard they have some kind of futuristic music there. It's called "Disco".
Gaz: Well, normally I don't like dancing, but if it's with you, then it's fine with me. Gir: Cool! Let's go! * drags Gaz at the speed of sound down to the third class dance floor *
And now, what Couple #2 was saying.
Devi: Look at that robot go!
Nny: That dead N'Stync guy over there must be starting to smell.
Devi: Eww! As if they don't stink enough when they're alive! Let's go.
Nny: Do you want to go down to the third class dance? I hear they're having interesting futuristic music.
Devi: I don't know, are you sure that they won't think I'm a snobby first class prep? Nny: No, the people down there are willing to get to know you before making harsh judgements. Unlike some people. * coughCHEERLEADERS *
Devi: I just wish the people I know were the same way. But what are we waiting for? Let's go disco! ( Hey, that rhymes!)
In the Disco Hall, 5 hours later
After all of the disco, a slow dance came on and of course, they start dancing. Oh fun! (sarcastically) Devi: That was the most fun I've ever had in my life! I can't thank you enough, Nny. Nny: No problem. I needed to get out.
Devi: You're so much more fun than that jerk my mother wants me to marry. I wish it could be you instead.
Nny: We've only known each other for two days and you're already practically proposing?
Devi: But I REALLY like you! More than anyone I've ever known! The truth is, I think I love you.
Nny: Considering the short time period that has elapsed since we met, I think I love you too.
On the other side of the room, some stowaways by the names of Tenna and Spooky have just discovered a Dance Dance Revolution. For his small size, Spooky is a very talented dancer. Soon Gir and Gaz join in.
Gaz: Gir, think you can beat Spooky?
Gir: Only if you play the song with the monkeys on the screen!
Gaz: Okay, but you had better win!
Spooky doesn't miss a beat while Gir just stands still and watches the monkeys. Gaz: Gir!
Gir: I's sorry! The monkeys are so pretty!
Gaz: You wasted my dollar! (slaps Gir)
(A/N: Okay, I'm about to introduce one of my original characters, Sun. Sun is an eevil little Irken about four feet tall with golden eyes that just LOVES making all life forms miserable!)
Sun on an intercom system: Greetings doomed passengers of the Titanic! Knowing your ultimate fate has made me completely overjoyed, but that's not stopping me from having even more fun before you all die your cold, watery deaths! I am pleased to inform you that the DJ has been replaced by the Crackstreet Boys! Hope they blast your eardrums out! * evil laughter *
Everyone: NOOOOOO!
(A/N: Yep, another one. This is a songfic I wrote a while ago making fun of the Backstreet Boys, and took the advantage of incorporating it into this story. It's to the tune of "Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely". I do not own this song either.) Show Me the Meaning of Being Phony
Show me the meaning of being phony
Verse 1:So many words for the faked out voice
It's hard to see through all that makeup
So hard to be
Twenty three and not five
Nights of light so soon become
I got burned by the big bright sun
Your every wish, will be done they tell me
Chorus: Show me the meaning of being phony
Is this the fakeness I need to sing with?
Tell me why I can't be a superstar!
All depth is missing from my heart
Verse 2: Hell goes on, as it never ends
Fueled by preps, that heed the trends
They never stay
In a Crackstreet phase, it's stupid
Guilty roads, to a lifeless love
There's no control, are you with me now?
Your every wish, will be done, they tell me!
Chorus: Show me the meaning of being phony
Is this the fakeness, I need to sing with?
Tell me why, I can't be a superstar!
All depth is missing from my, heart!
Bridge: There's nowhere to run, you have no place to go
Surrender your heart, body and soul
How can it be there's nothing we can feel?
Because we're so shallow------------------- * gasps for breath *
Depth is missing in my heart
Tell me why can't I be a superstar?!
Chorus: Show me the meaning of being phony (being phony)
Is this the fakeness, I need to sing with?
Tell me why can't I be a superstar
All depth is missing from my heart (depth is missing in my heart)
Chorus(yup, again): Show me the meaning of being phony
Is this the fakeness, I need to sing with?
Tell me why can't I be a superstar!
All depth is missing from my, heart
As the song ended, the speakers at the far ends of the dance hall blew, meaning that if you were located near them, the ear-splitting horror of the Crackstreet Boys was inaudible. Naturally, everyone ran to the far end of the stage, thanking whatever god(s)/goddess(es) they prayed to if they had any part in blowing the speakers. Unfortunately, the weight of the people caused the ship to tip to the right side. But this made the band slide over to the right too. Then the dancers started screaming again and ran over to the left. The band followed, so they ran back to the right. Then the left. Then the right.
Meanwhile on an iceberg not far away.
Sun: Good news! The ship is approaching the iceberg!
N'Stync: Yay! Serves those jerks right for killing one of our members!
Justin: And we get to kill the Crackstreet Boys too!
Lance: So now it's just the 5 of us! Lance, Justin and the three other guys we hang out with! Our fanbase will double! Even more cheerleader fangirls!
Sun: (to himself) So then they will have so many fangirls that they will be suffocated at concerts! While he was thinking this, he was heard emitting cruel giggles. "Now all we have to do is make sure that this iceberg gets near the ship! Chris(is that his name? I don't know, I'm not one of those fangirls): Why is the boat rocking? * points to the Titanic, which is swaying with the dancers inside * J.C.: Rock the boat! * starts dancing *
Sun: Stop that nonsense! * pushes J.C. off of the side of the iceberg , where he is crushed by the ship * Any such foolish wastes of time will be met with similar results, understand?
N'Stync -1: * wets their pants in fear *
Sun: Now all we have to do is turn on the motor and steer toward the boat to make sure these waves don't make us miss our target. Justin, turn on the motor, NOW! Justin: Umm, yeah! Wouldn't want the band to be -2 members! * starts motor * Sun: It already is, isn't it?
N'Stync -1: Huh?
Sun: One died on the Titanic and I just finished off another one. How come there are four of you left?
Lance: That green thing didn't really look like us, but where else could that girlish scream have come from?
Sun: Only your demented imagination. Or possibly Irk.