A/N: Hello everyone! A new chapter is here! Yay! I must say I'm really surprised that not that many people even mentioned the songs. And nobody got all of them! Except for Sleeping Bag, whom I think got all of them but one. Here's the bands: Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Nirvana, Led Zeppelin again, and Abba.
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To Kitsune-Youkai-Chan: Yay! You reviewed! And sorry about your poor head. (pats head) And yes. You are welcome for me not typing the song. I have very little sanity with me right now, and I don't want to give it up so easily!
To iluvglorfindel: I am!
To Marfbag: Oh yay! No constructive criticism! Woo! I did notice some spell errors in though that I didn't fix . . . Oh well. YAY! Party Raven! (dances with Raven, who is still partaying)
To sarasparrow1: Woah . . . That is creepy. Damn modern technology . . . Anyway, I'm glad you heart this story! It makes me happy! And I'm glad you thought the Lord Voldemort thing was funny. I don't really know where it came from . . . but . . . oh well! And good job at guessing Abba! Here's a cookie for you anyway! (hands you a Triforec90 Cookie)
To afterdark: Yay! And sorry about the songs. I didn't know what kind of music people would listen to . . . It's all rock. Or all of them but one. Yay disco Abba! And due to the fact that you even noticed the cookie contest, I'm giving you a cookie! (gives you Triforce90 Cookie)
To Serve the Abbalah: I think I've read that fic once before. Didn't they go to McDonald's or something, too? And I'm glad that you say I'm good at making people weird. It's a compliment. And my friend strongly agrees.
To Sleeping Bag: You'd have to have some kind of immunity to not scream in pain . . . Raven must've been shot by mace and pepper spray before. And due to the fact that you even noticed the cookie contest, I'm giving you a cookie! (gives you Triforce90 Cookie)
To samisdabomb: Yes, we can! But for the sake of saving time, we're not going to right now!
To Cephas: It was kind of unexpected, yeah . . . But this is where they go WEIRD! Like this! (slaps himself and falls over) I am so hyper today! And here's your cookie for actually mentioning the music thing! (hands you a Triforce90 Cookie)
To pollywag93: Uh . . . no. Wait, is that sarcasm? Good one if it is! (laughs)
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To SpiderSquirrel: Everybody says that! But I guess it's true . . . I know some stuff that my parents don't even know. I mean, I have this freakin' 368 paged book on The Beatles, if that's not enough. But then again, what can I say? I LOVE ROCK!!!
To Iyou: I'M HAPPY!
Just to let you guys know, I might not update next week. Seeing that it's the Christmas Holidays, I'm pretty sure there's going to be a lot of updating to where a fic can be pretty knocked back. And besides, I need a break! But, if there doesn't seem to be many updates, I'll certainly update as usual!
And here's the new chapter!
Starfire walked into the kitchen, ready to prepare her morning meal. Since Beast Boy was too busy messing with Yoko Ono, she figured, she would have to make her own breakfast if she wanted to live a day.
She reached into a refrigerator, looking around for any kind of exotic foods to eat.
They were out of ice cream. Poo.
Starfire didn't really know what she wanted to eat. Maybe she could eat something bitter, like the way she felt right now.
Wait . . . She was feeling depressed? Why so? She was never depressed!
Starfire gasped. Could this be part of the curse? She ran to the bathroom and gazed into the mirror. Doing some things that she saw on cartoons, she pulled down on her lower eyelid, stuck out her tongue and looked at it, and gazed longingly into her eyes.
She looked so preppy.
Wait . . . Hold on now! This isn't right! No! This isn't right at all! Starfire didn't even know what the word "preppy" meant!
But she did look way too cheerful and happy for someone in this day and age. It was like she was becoming a cheerleader or something.
She must be stopped before it was too late!
Starfire reached into a medicine cabinet and stared at the bottles. So many bottles to choose from. Maybe she could end her miserable life right now.
But then again, was her life really that miserable?
"Yes," said a corner of Starfire's mind. "My life is miserable. All of my friends are becoming freaks. I do not know what any of them ever do, and I am just trying to cope with people. I cannot cope anymore."
She had to do something. Get rid of her past. Well, for one thing, she was going to need to get rid of this cheerful and happy looking Starfire. Get rid of it forever!
Raven danced around her room, stopping every now and then to sip a cup of melted Hershey's chocolate. It was always so much better when it was melted, but it always got her hands so sticky! This way, she could eat it and not get her hands messy! Smart, huh? Yes. She was a genius.
A knock on her door. Raven turned off her stereo. "Who is it?" she asked.
"It is Starfire. Open the door."
Raven waddled to the door and opened it, and sure enough, there was Starfire.
Starfire walked into Raven's room and looked around. Too many happy and fun things. They all needed to quit mocking her. To go away.
"How can I help you Starfire?" asked Raven, once again sipping on her chocolate. "A fun, happy dance, perhaps?"
"I want you to give me a makeover."
Raven looked at Starfire, wide-eyed. Well, at least she did for a couple of seconds. The shocked expression was replaced with a smile.
"Yay!" said Raven, grabbing Starfire's hand and leading her into the bathroom. "What kind of makeover do you want me to give you, Dahling?" She plopped Starfire into a chair facing the bathroom mirror.
"Something to get rid of this drab," said Starfire, dully. "Something black and dark."
"Black . . ." said Raven, looking into her drawers. "Wait. We can't use black. Beast Boy would kill you because of his little "You know who" thing."
"Lord Voldemort?" asked Starfire, confused but still depressed.
"No! Yoko Ono! If he sees you with black hair he'll freak!" Raven then shuffled around in her drawers some more. "I think I have some red dye. We could dye your hair black and then dye a little at the end. That would look cool!"
"Yeah . . . whatever."
Raven pulled out a box of black hair dye, doing a little victory dance as she did. "It says here, wet hair and then add gel." Raven slammed Starfire's head down into the sink and turned on the faucet. Soon enough, Starfire's red mop was now a wet red mop.
Raven pulled out the box of black gel and applied it to Starfire's head. She spread it evenly on the hair, and, soon enough, the red mop was gone and a black mop was in its place.
"Let's cut it short!" said Raven, grabbing a pair of scissors, big enough to match Edward Scissor Hands. Raven cut Starfire's hair to about shoulder length, which now had a nice curl at the bottom that curled away from the neck.
"We need to wait about thirty minutes to dye the tips," said Raven, looking at her watch. Starfire just nodded her head solemnly.
Raven put up her Queen CD. "That was a fun thirty minutes!" she said as she grabbed the box of red dye. She wet Starfire's hair; much like the same way she did before, and carefully put a bright red gel on the patient's hair.
Starfire now had a great new hairstyle!
Raven clapped her hands in appreciation. "You look like . . . like . . . ah, just screw it. You look good!" Starfire looked into the mirror and just nodded.
"Now let's get rid of that old wardrobe, Dahling!" She led Starfire out of the bathroom and to Raven's closet. She opened it up, looking at the new pile of clothes she had just bought. Typical party clothes, and lots of Robert Plant styled clothes, like what she had on now. "Pick one!"
"They are all too cheery and colorful," said Starfire, shoving Raven out of the way and searching through the closet. "Nothing in here is good. What happened to your other stuff?"
"I burned it all," said Raven, clapping her hands. "You know. Fire. The Dancing Light!"
"We should go purchase some more." Starfire walked out of Raven's room. "Please come to the shopping place with me and help me pick."
Raven nodded and skipped out of the room. Starfire let out a frustrated sigh and muttered. "Freak".
Raven led Starfire through the Jump City Mall, anxious to get to a great clothing store. Soon enough, they were in front of Abercrombie and Fitch.
But next to that was a Hot Topic.
Raven looked at Starfire, then at Abercrombie, then at Hot Topic, then back to Starfire. Raven grabbed Starfire's hand and led her into Hot Topic.
Starfire immediately went to a random shelf and immediately picked out a few things. Some baggy black pants with chains and a tight, black top to match. And fishnets. She must have fishnets. She went to a dressing room, tried them on, and decided that these were the ones to by.
(A/N: I don't know if Hot Topic has any dressing rooms, because I've never actually been in one. I have wanted to, but my parents are . . . well . . . afraid.)
Raven, who was a little disgusted of Starfire's wardrobe, shrugged it off and walked towards the counter to pay. But she noticed that Starfire was still browsing around, picking up the random spike bracelet and belt.
Raven marched over and grabbed Starfire's hand. "Come on! We've been in here long enough as it is!"
"Alright, alright. Just let go of me." Starfire walked up to the counter and put down the clothes. The counter lady, whatever you call them, counted up the price and Starfire paid. Pretty soon, Raven and Starfire were on their way out.
Raven led Starfire once more to her room, and once again to the bathroom after Starfire changed into her new duds. She opened another drawer and pulled out a huge bottle of black eyeliner and a smaller bottle of black mascara.
Raven applied the makeup to Starfire's face, then added black lipstick as a final touch. Starfire now looked like the official goth.
(A/N: I AM CRACKING UP AS I WRITE THIS! It is so hard to picture Starfire like that!)
Raven clapped her hands in appreciation once again. Starfire just stared at her new self.
Starfire stood up. "Thank you." She walked towards the exit.
"You're welcome!" said Raven, sitting on the chair. "Now you do me!"
Starfire just stared at Raven for a little while, then walked out of the room.
Starfire put on the final coat of paint in her room, then looked at it admiringly. She had just finished painting her room black. Her pink bed was still there, though, sticking out like a sore thumb.
Starfire shrugged and walked out of her room. She would get a new bed later. Either way, she needed to get out of the room to let the chemicals of the paint die down.
Die. Yes. What a wonderful word.
Starfire thought of how great it must be to be dead. You wouldn't have to worry about anything.
She walked into the kitchen and got a glass of water. She drank it, then reached into a drawer and pulled out a cigarette that she had bought on the way home, Raven not noticing. She lit it, inhaled, choked, and then tried it again.
She did not see Robin and Cyborg staring at her from the couch.
"Starfire?" asked Robin, a little freaked out.
"What?" she said, sharply.
"Why are you looking like that?"
"Because I am. Leave me alone."
"Dude, you look like a . . . like a . . . like a goth!" said Cyborg, finding the right word to say.
"Whatever." Starfire headed to the front door of the Tower. "I'm going out. Don't wait up." She left.
Robin stared at Cyborg, and Cyborg stared at Robin.
"Should we go after her?" asked Cyborg.
"Don't know."
"I think we should. No telling what she'll do."
Raven waltzed into the room. "HI!" she yelled, scaring Robin and Cyborg out of their concentration.
Cyborg turned around. "Have you seen the new Starfire?"
"Yeah," said Raven, nodding. "I helped her with all of that stuff!"
"Why?" asked Robin.
"Because she wanted me to. And I don't blame her. Fashions like the ones she had before are so out!" Raven looked down at her Robert Plant styled clothing. "But oh no! Look at me! I'm dressed like a guy from the 70s! Oh well! I still look cool with it on!" She smiled.
"Yeah . . ."
"Any idea where Starfire might be going?" asked Cyborg.
"Well," said Raven, thinking. "There is always that blood bar in town."
Robin and Cyborg stared at her.
"What?"
They continued to stare.
"Are you thinking that I go to a blood bar?"
"No," said Robin. He lifted a finger and pointed at her. "You have something in your teeth."
"Oh." Raven scraped her teeth her with fingernail, took it out, and looked at it. "When did I eat corn?" She shrugged.
"Well . . ." said Cyborg. "I guess we should go?"
Raven nodded spastically. Robin nodded normally.
Starfire sat down at the bar in the blood bar. That seems redundant.
A man came up to her. "What can I get you?" he shouted over the loud music.
"What do you think?" came Starfire's solemn voice. "It's a blood bar, isn't it?"
The man stared at her. "Coming right up . . ." He left.
Starfire turned her head over her shoulder and looked at everybody else. There were people actually going to the dance floor and partying, but she didn't care to join them. She didn't even get why there was anything to be happy about.
The man but a glass in front of her, and she picked it up and brought it to her mouth.
Something hit her on the back of her head.
She turned around, and there was Raven, armed with a spoon. Raven struck Starfire once again, but she just continued to stare at her.
"Awake!" said Raven, hitting Starfire harder and harder. "Get out of your mental conditions!"
Robin ran up to Raven and grabbed her arm. "Chill," he said. She dropped the spoon, which hit the ground with a clank.
Cyborg sat down next to Starfire, who was drinking her "blood". "So . . ." he said, trying to think of something to say. "Why are you here?"
"I'm bored. And I'm thirsty," said Starfire dully.
"DUDE!" said Cyborg. "SHE'S ACTUALLY DRINKING IT!"
Raven danced up to Cyborg and pointed at him. "I TOLD YOU!" She did a dance. "You owe me 25 bucks!"
Cyborg growled and reached into his pocket. Wait . . . does he have pockets? Oh well. Either way, he gave her 25 bucks.
"Starfire," said Robin, also sitting next to her. "We're here to take you home."
"Why?"
"Because you're freaking us out. We want you to come home and try to relax. You're acting like a nut."
"To be a nut is to be a loser," said Starfire. "I am not a loser, so I am not a nut."
"Wow," said Cyborg. "Kind of lame on the poetry there."
(A/N: Indeed, I am lame!)
"Whatever." Starfire drained her "blood" and stood up. "We'll go now."
"Good," said Robin, smiling. "And then we can get you to bed or something."
"I can't go to bed. I painted my room black, and I still have a pink bed in there. The fumes will kill me, and my body will be cursed."
Raven stood up and grabbed Starfire's hand. "You can sleep in my room! We'll have FUN!"
"There's no such thing as fun. Not for me." Starfire left the building.
The three Titans stared at the door she left.
"I guess we should follow her?" asked Raven. Cyborg and Robin nodded.
Back at the Tower, Starfire once again went to the kitchen. She grabbed a cigarette and lighted it, this time not choking as much as she had before. Raven stared at her, eyes wide with wonder.
"Have you ever wondered where that stuff goes?" she asked.
Starfire looked at her, then stared at the ceiling in boredom. Robin began dicing some pineapples for dinner.
"How many pineapple chunks do you think you'll want, Starfire?'
Starfire took a puff of her cigarette. "None. The pineapples . . . they mock me."
(A/N: This little bit is from the poem on , Goth in a Box. It is very funny!)
Robin looked at her. "What?"
"You heard me. The pineapples mock me. They all laugh at me."
"Pineapples don't mock people!"
"They do too!" She let out a frustrated scream. "The sorrow! The anger! It must leave!" She grabbed Robin's knife and cut her wrist.
Raven pointed at Starfire's wrist. "WOAH! LOOK AT ALL THAT BLOOD!"
Robin freaked out. "ATTEMPTED SUICIDE!" he shouted. "ATTEMPTED SUICIDE! SOUND OFF THE ALARM!"
Raven punched a button on the side of one of the cabinets, and immediately an alarm started to go off. About two minutes later, Cyborg ran into the kitchen with gauze and tape.
Raven grabbed Starfire's arm and tried to cut off the circulation. Starfire shrieked.
"NO! LET ME DIE!" she shouted.
Cyborg wrapped the gauze around the bleeding wrist, then taped it together. Soon enough, the bleeding stopped and all was well.
Starfire looked at her wrist. "You shouldn't have done that."
"Shut up." Cyborg put the tape and gauze away. "To tell you the truth, that alarm was really supposed to be used if Raven ever did that."
Raven stared at Cyborg. "Well you don't have to now," said Raven. "For I am Raven! Party Queen!"
Cyborg nodded, then turned to Starfire. "Well, Miss Non-Party Queen needs to get some sleep or something. She's had a big day."
"Haven't we all over the last few days?" asked Robin. "I mean, here we are, 3 of us down, 2 of us left. It's not going to be too long until we're all infected."
"Fine," said Starfire, walking away. "I'll be in Beast Boy's room. He won't mind me in there."
"You're going to sleep in BB's room?" asked Cyborg. "You mean you actually want to sleep in there?"
"I don't see what the problem is." She walked away.
"Well . . ." said Raven. "Good luck to her, I guess." She then looked at Robin and Cyborg. "There's three of us now. We could dress up like Nirvana, and . . ."
"NO," they both said at once. Raven sighed.
Starfire knocked on the door to Beast Boy's room. The door slid open a little ways, allowing Starfire to see a green eye looking at her.
"Starfire?" asked Beast Boy, eyes widening now. "What are you doing?"
"I'm here to bunk with you." Starfire pushed the door open all the way and walked inside. Now that Beast Boy had been in here for the past few days all by himself, his room was a lot cleaner than it was before. However, now there were crossed out Yoko Ono pictures littering the place.
"Why?" asked Beast Boy, not even caring to notice Starfire's new looks. Wait . . . she had black hair! Oh, no, she had red tips at the end. Never mind.
"I painted my room black, and the others are mocking me." She stared at all of the Yoko Ono pictures. "Is this all you do?"
"Yeah," said Beast Boy, looking at his work. "It's fun, ridding the Tower of Yoko. But I'm almost done. I can feel it."
"Need help?" Starfire grabbed a pen and took a Yoko Ono picture, immediately scratching out the face, and scratching it out quickly. Almost in the same fashion as Amy Lee in her music video, "Everybody's Fool".
"Sure." Beast Boy plopped down on the floor, also crossing out pictures.
The two sat there for a while, and then Beast Boy finally decided to strike a conversation.
"Have you ever heard that song by Simon and Garfunkel?" he asked. "That one . . . 'I am a Rock'?"
Starfire began to sing quietly. "I am a rock . . . I am an island."
"Yeah. That one. I think we're rocks."
"What do you mean?"
"Well . . . Here we are, locked up in a room, with all of the other people worrying and freaking out about us, when really we just want to be left alone."
"You should work on your theories."
"Yeah. You're right."
(A/N: Again, notice my bad poetry!)
Well, that's it for Chapter 4! I didn't really know how to end it . . . It was too hard! And I know that this isn't as long as the other chapters, but it's as far as I could go. So sorry.
OK! Now for you to guess which Titan will become weird! Here's your hint: He's short, he had black hair, and he's my least favorite character!
That must've been easy, huh? OK then. Well let me assure you, the next chapter is going to be SCREWED UP! The thought of the chapter scares me a little . . .
Ha! Just kidding. But yes, the next chapter will surely be one of the weirdest of them all. That is a warning.
If I do update next week, as said above, I hope to see you soon!
And would you guys let me know if this fic needs to be changed to PG-13? Thanks.
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