Disclaimer: see previous chapter.
A/N: I'm really sorry about how short this is! I've been super busy, but I'll try to update soon!
It had been more than a week since Special Agent Fox Mulder had been politely asked to take some time off for his not-so-subtle "interview" on the cover of Conspiracy Monthly. The first thing he had done was called the editor in chief of the magazine and bitched at her. All he had gotten for his troubles was a year's subscription free. And a hat. Yay.
To top it all off, the Lone Gunmen had come to his apartment to make fun of him in person, having just gotten their hands on a copy of the magazine. It was bad enough that Scully had laughed at him, but now his three "best friends" were, too.
I'm gonna write a book, Mulder thought to himself. It'll be called, "How My Life is Like a Bowl Full o' Shit."
So, after his ego had been re-inflated (somewhat) by kicking Frohike's ass in the latest nondescript male-oriented video game, Mulder felt like it was time to be alone, to lick his wounds and maybe online-kick ConspiracyChick's ass. He shook his head and turned on the computer. After a few moments, he was online, searching the chat rooms for his unknown interviewer.
Aha! There she is. He typed:
SpookyDoo1013: Thanx a lot
The cursor blinked in place for a moment until she replied:
ConspiracyChick23: Oh? 4 wat?
SpookyDoo1013: u no wat
ConspiracyChick23: u don't mean ur little magazine fame?
SpookyDoo1013: bingo! what the hell, u didn't ask my permission, isn't that illegal?
ConspiracyChick23: i thought u would like it
SpookyDoo1013: u got me in trouble at work, im suspended
ConspiracyChick23: o....sorry, i really didn't think u'd get in trouble, my bad
SpookyDoo1013: ur dam right, ur bad.... whered u even get my pic?
ConspiracyChick23: internet, where else
SpookyDoo1013: Look, I g2g, so don't look for me anymore, k?
ConspiracyChick23: plez don't be pissed off, im really sorry
SpookyDoo1013: w/e...see u around
He exited the chat room, but wasn't completely ready to sign off of the internet quite yet. One room in particular was interesting him, so he clicked on the link for "Working Professionals." He was thrown into the middle of a conversation between "VetsRUs", "Love2Dive", "avidreader", and countless others, coming and going through the revolving door that was a chat room. Mulder threw out there:
SpookyDoo1013: wat's up, docs? what's everybody do?
No one answered him, for they were debating politics and religion, two of Mulder's very favorite subjects. He had just about given up when a new message appeared on the screen. It read:
BeyondDSea1122: u seem lonely
He laughed, and replied:
SpookyDoo1013: u go tht right
BeyondDSea1122: I work for the gov't... u?
SpookyDoo1013: me 2! federal or state?
BeyondDSea1122: feds
SpookyDoo1013: same! thats crazy! u like ur job?
BeyondDSea1122: r u kidding? the hours suck, the work is hard, and the pay couldnt be better... whats not to love?
SpookyDoo1013: I couldnt agree more. Where do u work?
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
SpookyDoo1013: Crap, I g2g.... will I see u here again some time?
BeyondDSea1122: Sure. Tomorrow night, same time, k?
SpookyDoo1013: great, c u!
He signed off and got up to answer the door. It was his landlord. "Super," he whispered. He opened the door and dealt with his nemesis.
SORRY, I KNOW ITS SHORT, I'LL UPDATE SOON, I PROMISE! PLEASE REVIEW!!!