Gordo the Emo Kid

Chapter One: The Weirdest Crossover Ever

[A/N: I wanted to write a story about Gordo becoming an emo kid, and I also wanted to write a story that was a crossover of two things that should never be crossed-over. But since I'm too lazy to actually think of a plot for a crossover, I decided to make the first chapter of Gordo the Emo Kid not have anything to do with the rest of the story, and make that my crossover. And just to make it more fun for me, this is a contest. Whoever reviews with what this is crossed-over with gets ten thousand eclectic points and my undying respect, unless you spell anything wrong or use improper grammar. Do not cross the Grammar Gestapo. Don't worry, this won't be too hard. I more or less stole the plot (for the first chapter) from... whatever I got this from. And snow dawg isn't allowed to answer, as she should already know. Anywho, on to the rest of the story: Basically, Gordo becomes an emo kid. I is good at title-ing. I like to make fun of the emo kids. Let's give them something to cry about, I always say! Heh, I kid. I kid because I love. Don't be surprised if I slip into play form occasionally, even though I'm trying to write in prose. I read a lot of plays. And on another note, I'm officially not writing Obligatory any more. I just can't write romance, even if it is a parody. Someone can take it over for me if they want. I'm looking at you, snow dawg. Wow, this is a really really really really really looooooong author's note. Sorry. So anyway, without further ado, Gordo the Emo Kid--The Weirdest Crossover Ever.]

Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire, any emo bands (although I wish I owned a boy with emo glasses), or whatever this is a crossover of. You'll find out next chapter.

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Lizzie hurried to house number 778 without looking up. She was glad for the babysitting gig, but this neighborhood gave her the creeps. Todd Cassill was a sweet boy, even if his parents seemed inept at the whole "caring thing". [Yes, I stole that line from... whatever this is a crossover of. It's a hint. In fact, I stole the vast majority of the plot for this chapter.] But that bear... she swore she heard Todd talk to him about burning things down. But it wasn't even so much that as the house next door. It was in shoddy condition, yet someone obviously lived there. Every so often there would be a new mound in the dirt, under the keep off the loose dirt sign. And she would always hear Todd talk about the "scary neighbor man". She was glad to reach the house.

She opened the door. "Todd?", she yelled.

*squee!*

"It's me, Lizzie."

"Oh. Good." A cute little boy, about eight, peeked his head around the corner. "Shmee thought you were the scary neighbor man. Hey, wanna read my new story?"

"Of course!", Lizzie said. As well as being very sweet and adorable, Todd was also quite the author. They went up to Todd's room to read, when after awhile, they heard a noise in the basement.

"Squee!", squee'd Todd.

"I'm sure it's nothing, but we'll look anyway", she said as she beckoned him to follow. "It was probably just a rat", she thought.

But when they looked down into the basement, it was most certainly not a rat. There stood a very tall, very skinny man rumaging through the tools. His blue-black hair was in two huge horns of his forehead, and nowhere else. He was definately not pale.

"Hey, Squee, I thought I'd run down here through the tunnel. I didn't mean to bother you, but I need a hammer and nails to fix the wall. Where's your- -", he stopped abruptly as he looked up and saw Lizzie in the hallway.

"Hey, Mister--", Lizzie tried to get out.

"Who's THIS, Squeegee?", the mysterious stranger asked as one eye narrowed and the other bulged out.

"Squee! She's my babysitter! Please don't murder her! She's nice!"

"You say she's nice? Hmmm... ok, but if she ever causes any problems, you let me know, ok, Squeegee? I'm gonna go get a brainfreezy.", and with that, he left.

"Was-was that the scary neighbor man?" Lizzie asked, still shaking.

"Yeah. Shmee says he's bad."

Before Lizzie could reply, she heard the garage door slam. "That must be your parents. I guess that's goodbye till next week, Todd.", she said as she practically ran outside. Lizzie felt guilty leaving Todd alone with the scary neighbor man next door, but she needed to get out of there. She quickly made it to the drive-way to collect her money.

"Did he get kidnapped?", his mother eagerly asked.

"Nope, Todd's alive and well."

"Ah well, there's always tommorrow. How much do I owe you? I have to ruin my life to pay for that kid, and now he needs a babysitter--", Mr. Cassill muttered under his breath.

"Ummm... twenty dollars, Mr. Cassill." Lizzie grabbed the money as Todd's father kepy muttering to himself.

As she walked down the sidewalk to her own house, she noticed a familiar face. "Gordo! What are you doing here?", she asked.

"Ummm, Lizzie?" he asked nervously, "I need to talk to you..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yes! Cliffhanger! Remember to review with the answer to what I crossed Lizzie McGuire with, and be happy!