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NO FLAMERS! Remember – don't read it if you don't like it.
A/N: Please, if anyone knows how to do italics, tell meeeeeeeee! Thank you. (*^_^*)
And now.....REVIEWERS!!!!!!
Swimmerkitti: Yeah, well, you've helped with all my stories, so I figured this is my way of saying thank you.
Tmwrspromise: I hope it is interesting to read – it was fun writing it!
Nadge: I meant to ask you: were you high, by any chance, hmm?
Flatfoot92: heheheheeeeee.
Pltzchen: Affirmative on the review, but it's not a HP crossover, although that's a good idea...............
NOW ONTO THE PODDY PPPL!
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In a town in the east
The parishioners were visited upon
By a curious beast
And his eyes numbered but one and shone like the sun
And a glance beckoned the immediate loss
Of a cherished one
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At last Freddy was at Zack's, and let himself in with the key Zack had given
him years ago, when they were 15 and Zack's parents had moved out. He wandered
through the downstairs first, not knowing where Zack had made the call from, as he
had had phones installed in every room of the house. At last he made his way up to
Zack's room. He walked in, comforted by the familiar sights of the walls covered in
posters, the floor with the carpet ripped up, the smashed windows...
Wait – the smashed windows? He looked for Zack, and saw him, standing by
his Gibson SG electric guitar.
"Zack," he said, nervously. "What happened?"
Zack just smiled, eerily. Freddy carried on speaking.
"I mean, did you smash those windows? I don't think so. In fact," he added,
regaining confidence. "I don't think you're Zack at all. I think you're a Pod Person!"
All through Freddy's `speech` the smile had never left Zack's face. Now it
grew, until Zack was showing his teeth, which looked greeny-yellow. Zack began to
move slowly towards him.
"Zack?" asked Freddy, worriedly. "Zack?!?"
"Perhaps..." said Zack softly. "Perhaps this will help you to realize who I
am...and what I want..."
Moving in, Zack's lips met his own, with such force that they banged their
teeth. Zack came in again, and began to gently nibble Freddy's lips. A wave of
sickness came over Freddy, and shock and disgust at what Zack was doing. He pulled
away with such energy that a bit of his skin ripped, and began to bleed. Zack almost
leapt towards him, and began to greedily lick up the blood. Freddy cried out, and
turned away, as Zack delivered the move to end it all – the bite to the neck. A pod
appeared behind him, and Freddy fell into it...as the `Freddy` Pod Person clambered
out.
"It has begun." said `Zack`.
"I will devour our next target." said `Freddy`. "Katie."
NO FLAMERS! Remember – don't read it if you don't like it.
A/N: Please, if anyone knows how to do italics, tell meeeeeeeee! Thank you. (*^_^*)
And now.....REVIEWERS!!!!!!
Swimmerkitti: Yeah, well, you've helped with all my stories, so I figured this is my way of saying thank you.
Tmwrspromise: I hope it is interesting to read – it was fun writing it!
Nadge: I meant to ask you: were you high, by any chance, hmm?
Flatfoot92: heheheheeeeee.
Pltzchen: Affirmative on the review, but it's not a HP crossover, although that's a good idea...............
NOW ONTO THE PODDY PPPL!
~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#
In a town in the east
The parishioners were visited upon
By a curious beast
And his eyes numbered but one and shone like the sun
And a glance beckoned the immediate loss
Of a cherished one
~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#
At last Freddy was at Zack's, and let himself in with the key Zack had given
him years ago, when they were 15 and Zack's parents had moved out. He wandered
through the downstairs first, not knowing where Zack had made the call from, as he
had had phones installed in every room of the house. At last he made his way up to
Zack's room. He walked in, comforted by the familiar sights of the walls covered in
posters, the floor with the carpet ripped up, the smashed windows...
Wait – the smashed windows? He looked for Zack, and saw him, standing by
his Gibson SG electric guitar.
"Zack," he said, nervously. "What happened?"
Zack just smiled, eerily. Freddy carried on speaking.
"I mean, did you smash those windows? I don't think so. In fact," he added,
regaining confidence. "I don't think you're Zack at all. I think you're a Pod Person!"
All through Freddy's `speech` the smile had never left Zack's face. Now it
grew, until Zack was showing his teeth, which looked greeny-yellow. Zack began to
move slowly towards him.
"Zack?" asked Freddy, worriedly. "Zack?!?"
"Perhaps..." said Zack softly. "Perhaps this will help you to realize who I
am...and what I want..."
Moving in, Zack's lips met his own, with such force that they banged their
teeth. Zack came in again, and began to gently nibble Freddy's lips. A wave of
sickness came over Freddy, and shock and disgust at what Zack was doing. He pulled
away with such energy that a bit of his skin ripped, and began to bleed. Zack almost
leapt towards him, and began to greedily lick up the blood. Freddy cried out, and
turned away, as Zack delivered the move to end it all – the bite to the neck. A pod
appeared behind him, and Freddy fell into it...as the `Freddy` Pod Person clambered
out.
"It has begun." said `Zack`.
"I will devour our next target." said `Freddy`. "Katie."