A/N: LYNYRD SKYNYRD ROCKED MY SOCKS!

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"POPCORN'S DONE!" shouted Raven as she skipped into the living room, arms filled with five bowls of popcorn.

"About time!" shouted Robin from the couch. "The show's about to come on!"

"Make it any faster, Robin, or the kernels would have been undercooked," said Beast Boy, scanning the pages of his latest detective novel.

Raven shrugged as she handed Robin, Beast Boy, and Cyborg a bowl, then headed over to Starfire's cage, which was now facing the TV, and dumped all the cooked kernels into the tiny holes at the top. Starfire gnashed her teeth and bit angrily at the kernels, wishing for them to feel the wrath or her mighty mouth.

Raven sat down on the couch as Queer Eye came on.

(A/N: Due to the fact that I have never seen a single episode of Queer Eye, I'm going to have to stop here.)


"I love the happy endings," said Cyborg, wiping away a tear.

"That episode rocked!" shouted Raven, bouncing in her seat. "Did you see the way they painted that wall?"

"YEAH!" shouted Robin, punching the air. "AND THE WAY THEY STRIPPED THAT OLD CARPET UP! I SWEAR I WAS ABOUT TO PEE MY PANTS!"

"Indeed, it was an exhilarating experience."

I'm sure you can guess who said that.

"You know guys," began Cyborg, "we should get an interior decorator to come over."

"What do you mean?" asked Beast Boy. "Our house is good enough… It's the biggest and most deluxe house in the city."

"But it's not that fashionable," said Raven, nodding. "We need more pink and flowers and rainbows and unicorns and…"

"Yeah," said Cyborg, interrupting Raven. "We need more… fashion."

"Pizzazz," said Robin, making a cool pose.

"And pepperoni!"

Beast Boy fwapped Raven upside the head. "He said 'pizzazz', not 'pizza'."

Raven smiled retardedly.

"Should we ask Starfire what she feels about this?" asked Beast Boy, looking down at Starfire's cage.

Robin smacked his forehead. "I ALMOST FORGOT!" Leaning over, he looked into Starfire's cage. "Hey Star!"

"Rar?"

"What do you feel about a home decorator coming to our house?"

"RAAAR!"

"…No… You can't eat him…"

"Rar!"

Suddenly, Robin pounded his fists on the cage. "I'M THE LEADER, AND I SAY WE SHOULD!"

Starfire harrumphed.

"Fine, we'll make him give you one of his shoes."

Starfire nodded.

Robin looked at his friends. "Yeah, we can get one, but we have to give Star one of their shoes."

"Great!" Cyborg threw an arm up in the air. "I'll go call one up in the phonebook and schedule an appointment tomorrow!"

The rest of the Titans, sans Starfire and Beast Boy, threw their arms up into the air and shouted "YAY!"


"No, you may not have their left over cleaning chemicals."

"RAR."

"That's a pathetic insult."

"RAAR."

"That's pretty pathetic, too."

"Who are you talking to?" asked Raven as she skipped into the kitchen, noticing Beast Boy making a pot of coffee.

"Starfire wishes to take any chemicals that the decorator might have with him or her," said Beast Boy, simply.

Raven looked over to Starfire's cage. "You can understand her?"

"Yes."

Raven looked in awe at Starfire, then stopped when she noticed Cyborg and Robin coming down the stairs.

"HI!" she shouted, waving to the two guys. Robin smiled and waved while Cyborg gasped and jumped back.

"Hi…" he said, hand over his chest.

The doorbell rang, causing the Titans to look in the direction of the door.

"That must be the decorator," said Beast Boy, leaving his pot of coffee. "I'll get it."

Beast Boy left the kitchen and made his way to the door, where he was hoping to be able to get a good glimpse of the decorator. You could always tell if they were good or not if they resembled anything like Martha Stewart.

Beast Boy opened the door to reveal a tall man that seemed to be clad in metal, a mask over his face with one eye showing.

"Hi," said the man. "I'm the decorator. I believe we had an appointment?"

"Yeah," said Beast Boy, opening the door wider and stepping out of the way. "We wish for you to take a look around and recommend stuff, not actually changing anything."

The tall metal man stepped inside the tower and looked around, a hand to his chin and humming.

The two made their way to the kitchen, where everyone was still in their exact same place.

"Hello, Mr. Slade!" shouted Raven from the kitchen table, smiling and waving.

Cyborg, however, looked up at the tall metal man and gasped in fright.

"HE'S GOT ONE EYE!" he shouted with a look on his face that could make anybody piss their pants.

"Robin…" said Cyborg, tugging on Robin's sleeve. The leader looked at the frightful robot in confusion, not necessarily knowing what was going on.

"What?" he asked, no hint of concern detected in his voice.

"That man... he scares me…"

Robin looked at the man named Slade and looked him over. He was very tall and muscular, metal touching nearly every part of his body. He had an orange and black mask on his face, which revealed only one of the man's two eyes. He seemed to have a constant shadow over his body…

"There's nothing scary about him!" said Robin, looking at Cyborg.

"But he's…!"

Slade looked at Cyborg and smiled under his mask. "Hello," he said, gently.

Cyborg nearly wet himself.

Beast Boy tapped Slade on the arm, getting his attention. "I would like for you to examine my room first, Mr. Slade. I will be happy to have your opinion."

Slade shrugged. "Like, whatever," he said, a hint of sass in his voice.


"So… How do you like it?"

Beast Boy stood to the side as he watched the metallic man observe the room.

"It's very green," he said, looking at the walls.

"Yes," said Beast Boy. "Green represents life... Did you know that?"

Slade, however, continued to observe what was in the green room. He paced around the perimeter, eyes scanning a multitude of things. He stopped in front of a large bookcase, where huge amounts of books were stacked and stored, alphabetized.

"We need to get rid of this bookcase," said Slade, grabbing a corner.

"Why?" asked Beast Boy, a little concerned for his books.

"Books are sooooo colonial time."

Slade pushed, and easily the bookshelf fell to the ground with a thud. Loose books toppled out of it and onto the floor, causing Beast Boy to screech in shock.

"MY BABIES!" he shouted, running over to a pile of Stephen King books.

"Don't worry about the books!" said Slade, looking at the eastern wall. "What we need to worry about now is this hideous picture."

Beast Boy heard the sound of ripping and hurriedly looked back, anxious to see what the decorator had done.

"THAT'S MY MARK TWAIN PICTURE!"

"Yes. This guy is soooo Huckle Berry Finnish…"

(A/N: No idea if that's how you spell it or not.)

Tiny beads of sweat began to form above Beast Boy's brow as he watched the madman tear the picture into pieces.

"Ah!" Slade walked over to a chest in a corner of the room. "Here's something that's out of place!"

"NO!" shouted Beast Boy as he extended a hand out, as if trying to stop Slade with telekinesis. "YOU CAN'T OPEN THAT!"

Slade, however, opened the chest and was surprised to see that it only revealed a small, decorated box.

"What's this?" he asked, holding the box inches before his face.

Beast Boy put his hands to his face as he watched in shock.

Slade opened the box, and instantly the room went dark. Thousands of demons and ghouls began to fly out of the wooden prison, moaning, screaming, and screeching. Having a gaseous form, the ghouls all flew out of Beast Boy's wall, which led outside.

"YOU IDIOT!" shouted Beast Boy, grabbing the wooden box from Slade's hand. "YOU JUST REOPENED PANDORA'S BOX!"

"Well good!" said Slade, clapping his hands and smiling. "Now that you've gotten all that stuff out, you can get rid of it! That thing is sooooo Greek mythologyish."

"GET OUT!"

Beast Boy pushed Slade all the way to his door, opened it, and shoved the metal man outside.

Beast Boy ran to his window, opened it, and carefully reopened Pandora's Box. A small little bird could be seen at the bottom. Beast Boy gently picked up the bird and cradled it in his hands, dropping the box like an unwanted piece of wood, which it technically was.

"Fly, Hope!" he said, extending his hands to give the bird full access of freedom. "Fly and give everyone a chance to be happy!"

The bird stretched its wings and took off into the sky.

"Yes! Go give hope to people, little…"

The bird was snatched up by a hawk.

"…"

(A/N: You may have to read the myth in order to understand any of that!)


Cyborg sat in his room, alone. He was curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth in one of the corners of his technologic chamber. Looking at the clock, Cyborg sighed. The scary metal man had been in their tower for half an hour now.

A heavy knock hit Cyborg's door, causing him to give a jump in fright.

"W-Who is it?" he asked, afraid to get up.

"Slade. Please open the door."

Cyborg shivered as he slowly got up, knowing that he didn't want to do this. However, his friends would get mad at him… He didn't want that.

After taking forever, Cyborg reached his door and slowly pulled it open, revealing the scary mask of the metal man.

"Come in…"

Slade smiled under his mask as he entered the robot's room.

Cyborg tapped his index fingers together nervously, hoping that the masked man would not pull any sudden tricks.

"This room is too high-tech" said Slade, pointing to the many computers. "People will think you're a nerd."

"I need them…" said Cyborg, sheepishly.

"Sure…"

Slade continued to examine random things, touching things, etcetera. Finally, Slade spoke again.

"You're room looks like something out of a science catalog."

Cyborg felt his heart sink to his stomach and his eyes brim with tears. He started to sniffle as he felt his nose running.

"You don't… like me…"

Slade turned around and looked at Cyborg, who was beginning to leak tears. "What?"

"You don't like me…"

Slade gave Cyborg a sympathetic look with his one eye. "What are you talking about?"

"You don't like my room, so you don't like me because I made it like this!"

Cyborg then began to bawl, sitting on the ground and sobbing his eyes out.

Slade, feeling terrible, went over to Cyborg and kneeled next to him. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he tried his best to comfort him. "I didn't mean to offend you. I like you. I really, really do."

"You're just – sniff – saying that!"

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are! You don't like me!"

Cyborg then got up and ran out of his room. Slade, however, sat there in the same position, wondering what he was going to do.

Maybe he would get fired.

Nah. He couldn't get fired. He ran his own company.

Unless if his employees rebelled…

But he didn't have employees.

Confused, Slade sat down to think.


The rest of the Titans sat in the living room, watching TV to their hearts content.

"Have you ever noticed," began Raven, "that these people on Jeopardy twitch whenever they don't get a question right?"

Robin and Beast Boy looked at the TV carefully, noticing that she was right.

"Weird…" said Robin. Beast Boy nodded.

Suddenly, Cyborg ran into the room, crying his eyes out. The three Titans on the couch looked back in shock, wondering what was so wrong.

"HAHA!" shouted Robin, pointing and laughing. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, BUT WHAT A PANSY!"

Ahem.

"Oh…" Robin cleared his throat, looked at Cyborg, and said, "Oh my goodness! What's wrong, Cyborg? You look so upset!"

"SLADE DOESN'T LIKE ME!" cried Cyborg, falling onto the couch facedown.

"Do you know this for a fact?" asked Beast Boy, wondering if Cyborg might have just been overreacting.

Cyborg stopped crying for a minute. "No…" He then started again. "BUT HE SAID MY ROOM WAS BAD!"

"OK!" shouted Raven with pep in her voice, standing up. "We'll sick Starfire on him!"

"I guess we could…" said Beast Boy, looking at the Plexiglass cage. "After all, he pretty much just ruined the world a little while ago."

Robin hopped onto the Plexiglass cage. Starfire, sensing that something was wrong, started scratching at the door.

"Ready?" asked Robin, about to open the cage. Beast Boy, Raven, and Cyborg got up as high as they could, hoping that Starfire wouldn't lunge after them.

Robin yanked the cage open, and immediately Starfire sprang out. She rapidly left the living room, knowing that something was wrong upstairs.

The rest of the Titans sat there for a while, waiting for something to happen.

They then heard screams of pain.

"She found him," said the Titans as once. Cyborg smiled faintly.


"OK, Star," said Beast Boy, laying down another hand of cards. "I'm bored of playing 'Go Fish'."

"Let us play the game of beating the crap out of each other!"

Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Robin sat there in awe, wondering what in the world the alien just requested.

Raven spoke up. "She wants to play 'War'."

The boys nodded, now understanding the alien's language.

As if on cue, the blue light came from above. The Titans did nothing, for they were accustomed to this. Gross was now gone, and the Titans were in the depths of Raven's mind by themselves.

That is, until they heard a high-pitched scream from above.

Looking up, the Titans noticed a girl in a white dress was falling towards the ground at rapid speeds. The girl hit the ground, and the Titans immediately sprang up from their seats and ran to her side.

Samara Morgan stood up and dusted herself off. Looking to her left, she noticed the Titans were standing next to her, stones in their hands and looking quite threatening.

"I know what you're thinking," said Samara, raising her hands up in defense.


WOAH! What a turn of events, huh?

Only two more chapters! Good riddance! I mean… BOO HOO!

Until then, see ya!