"I'm HOME!" I yelled in his ear.
"No…talkie…MARATHON!" "Whatever…"
"SHUT UP!"
"HEY! This is MY house, I'll talk if I want to."
"Geez, sorry! I just need to watch ZIIIIIIM!" (Weird, drawn out 'zim')
"Fine. I'm hurt that you didn't notice I was gone all night."
"I noticed. I just didn't really care. It's not like you're gonna get yourself killed."
"You are SO inconsiderate."
"I'm a guy."
"You're a teddy bear."
"Same difference."
"No, not really…"
I considered going out for another brainfreezy, but I decided against it cuz I'm really too lazy. So I had nothing to do. I sat down on the couch nest to Damon, and watched the weird, twisted show he was watching.
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Having no idea of what to do, I decided to go to Marissa's. I hoped she wouldn't mind.
I rang her doorbell, and heard a screeching noise inside. I wondered if maybe she had the same doorbell as me. That would be cool. I pushed the door open. Surprisingly, she was sitting right inside on the couch, staring at the TV. Her eyes were huge and glassy.
"Aw, fuck."
Obviosuly, she'd overdosed on something. Funny, she didn't strike me as that sort of girl.
"Aw, fffffuck!" I repeated. She turned toward me. Man, those eyes are creepy.
"SHUT UP! I'M WATCHING THE MARATHON OF ZIIIIIIIIM!!"
It was worse than I thought. It was Invader Zim. Geez, I thought that was a myth. Watch it once, and you are forever DOOMED to be an obsessive, crappy fanfic writer. (sniff…it's true)
"Nooo! Marissa! Don't do it! I can't let you!"
I dragged her away from the television. I've KILLED people who didn't struggle as much. It was scary. She pulled toward the television. Her bear still sat there. Somehow, it looked like it was obsessed too. I shook my head, and concentrated on not paying attention to the show. But it was like she was gravitating toward it. I leaned back as far as I could, and she STILL managed to DRAG me toward the television. In a final act of desperation, I pulled back and put my whole foot through the TV. Glass went everywhere. The strange show disappeared.
"NOOOOOOOOO! COME BACK TO ME, ZIM! I LUUV YOOOOOOU!" She hugged the sparking machine. I pulled her off it again. I knew enough about electricity to know that there was some POWER running through a TV.
"You BASTARD!" Some voice shouted.
"What the…?" Something huge and furry jumped me from behind. The Teddy bear. I faught it off my head, reminding myself NEVER to come back to this house of EVIL.
"YOU KILLED THE TV! YOU EVIL S.O.B.!" I ripped it off my head and threw it away. Unfortunatly, it landed in the TV.
BBBBBZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTCH!
Aw, Fuck.
The TV burst into flames. The wall behind the TV caught on fire too. The wall paper went up in seconds. I think it was the glue. Soon the ceiling caught. I looked around for something to smother it with. Marissa grabbed a cushion, and pushed it into the flames, beating at them with a surprising amount of violence. It didn't help. The cushion caught on fire, too. She threw it away. It smothered quietly in a corner.
Untill it caught the other wall on fire too. What did she do, soak her house in kerosene?
There was no way we could save anything, now. The ceiling was collapsing. I grabbed Marissa's hand, and practically dragged her out the door. She still wanted to try to save the TV. How could they put that show on a KID'S network?
I have no idea. We stood on the front lawn, and watched the little house burn to the ground.
"Ummm, I had some lighter fluid in the kitchen. Maybe we shoul-"
KABOOOOOOOOMMMM!
"-never mind…"
"Why on earth did you have THAT MUCH lighter fluid?"
"I…used…it for…um…reasons I don't feel like divulging."
"Fair enough…I guess. I hope you were insured…"
"Me too…"
"0.o"
"What am I gonna do…"
"At least I killed that psycho bear."
"At least the stupid FLOOR is gone…I don't have to feed it anymore…"
"I could always use a little help with my wall… and I've got an extra bedroom… I just gotta get all the torture devices out."
"Are you inviting me to?"
"Yeah, for a while, at least. You don't sleepwalk, do you?"
"Not RECENTLY…"
"Ok…"
Back to the regular point of view. Just a note, I'm typing whatever I FEEL like right now, so prepare for all logic to go careening insanely out the WINDOW! MWAAHAHAHAHAHHA HA Ha heh, heh. I'M NORMAL! Most common last words: Well that can't be good. You don't need to shut the power off just to-