Thank you all for your compliments on my story. I knew somebody would like it :). And to AriNekoGoMu, no, that is not Timmy from the Fairly Oddparents. Like my reference to the Matrix, it was pretty random. Again, thank you all. Let's continue, shall we?

Two Months Later…….

In other news, authorities have attributed the world wide depression and computer system failures to a single, massive virus. The effects of it are well documented yet extremely curious. It appears it was originally intended to target certain computers, for various reasons, but mutated to affect any computer. It spread out of control, ruining any computer system it infected. Here we have an interview with an expert.

"Well, it seems that the virus once targeted only a few individuals. The only thing that linked them was the fact that they wrote fanfiction that involved curses and gratuitous death to characters. Why is still beyond us."

Thank you. Back to you Jim.

Uhhh……looks like the plan backfired, um…….a bit.

"Great idea Ash. Really great" said Misty. She and Ash were sitting on the couch, back in their apartment watching the unpleasant news unfold on the television.

"Alright. It sucked. Can we drop it?" he snarled.

"You're a moron" said Gary, as he passed by the couch.

"Will you please leave me in peace?" asked Ash.

"Moron. Halfwit. Nimrod. Idiot. Stupid. Ass" replied Gary.

"Okay! I know! My idea screwed over the entire world! It didn't work! I don't need constant reminders!"

Just then, May walked towards them, carrying a large sack on her back. She proceeded to dump its contents on Ash.

"Great. They've stopped e-mailing us. Now they just write old-fashioned letters telling us that we suck" she said.

"Why the hell did we listen to your idea in the first place?" asked Misty.

"Pikachu" said Pikachu (I guess he agrees).

"That's it" said Ash, as he got up from the pile of hate mail. He walked toward the window and opened it. He had one of his legs out of it when Jessie came by.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Putting myself out of my misery" he said.

At this Team Rocket jumped about, cheering in jubilation.

"Can I have your stuff when you're dead?" asked Meowth, as he twirled his noisemaker around in glee.

"No."

"Dang."

"At least he's doing something productive" said Tracey sarcastically.

At this, Max got up from his seat.

"Look guys. Our first plan didn't work. We just have to try again" he said, a beacon of rationality.

"Yeah, the kid's right. Besides, at least the authorities won't catch us" said James.

"Good thing we got Timmy to make this whole fiasco untraceable to us" said Butch.

"Too bad he didn't take the same precautions for himself" said Cassidy, as she pointed to the T.V. set.

We have breaking news! The culprit of the "Fiction" virus has been caught and is being taken into custody. Let's look at the footage now.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I was forced to make the virus! It was a whole bunch of cartoon characters that made me do it! They held me hostage!"

"Yeah right! Get into the squad car already!"

"Timmy dear, remember you have to be home by curfew! Have fun with your friends!"

"Ohh. Uhh….glad it's not us?" said Brock.

"Anyway, back to what Max was saying. We should think of something else" said Gary.

"Yeah, but what?" asked Misty.

"I have an idea" said Meowth as he walked to the center of the group. "Do you remember the book '1984'? Where the government convinced rebels of the superiority of Big Brother before they killed them? We should take that approach."

"You mean……create a totalitarian empire that erases history and uses propaganda to control the masses?" asked May.

"No, not like that. Just, you know…get a few people whacked. Hire an assassin who'll brainwash 'em and kill 'em."

"So you want to kill and brainwash EVERY person who's EVER said ANYTHING nasty about us?" asked James. He was not convinced.

"Fine, not every person. Just one or two as an example." Meowth was grinning wickedly, for he liked his sadistic idea. The others weren't too sure.

"It's worth a shot" said Ash, as he whipped out a phone book. He looked up "Assassins R' Us".

Wait. There's actually a company like that? With it's number right in the phone book? Okay, let's move on.

"I have that impending doom feeling again" said Tracey.

Will this actually work? Will the cast ever get some peace and quiet? Will they find an assassin at a low price? How come it's only Tracey who senses impending doom? Find out soon…………