Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.
Jimmy and Cindy were sitting on his couch that night. Cindy rested her head on Jimmy's shoulder. He smiled as he wrapped his arm around her. They flicked through the channels and saw that an old black and white horror movie was on.
"Fifty bucks the girl screams, covers herself with the towel instead of running, and gets killed," Jimmy said as some murderer came up to a girl in a shower. The scene played out exactly as he said.
"Do they even realize how corny these things are?" Cindy incredulously asked while shaking her head.
"Did you ever stop and realize that we're actually making one of these things?" Jimmy asked her.
"Well, we weren't as stupid as those people were. We're alive, aren't we?" Cindy told him.
They both looked behind them and at the stairs. They could have sworn they heard someone up there.
"You hear that?" Jimmy nervously asked.
"Yeah. Your parents are out, right?" she questioned.
"Yeah. This isn't good," Jimmy said as he got up. Cindy followed him.
Jimmy went over to the closet and pulled out a flashlight just before the power went out. He flicked it on and headed into the kitchen. Cindy followed him and looked out the window. "Bad," she said.
"What is it?" Jimmy asked as he started fishing through a drawer he had just unlocked.
"All the other houses have power." She walked over to the phone and picked it up. "And the phone's dead."
"Shit. You think we could get one full year without being attacked by some masked murderer," Jimmy mumbled as he pulled a gun out of the drawer and cocked it.
"Jimmy! What are you doing with that?" a shocked Cindy asked.
Jimmy turned to her. "After being chased by two homicidal maniacs, I figured I might need some protection. I guess I was right," he said as he tossed her the flashlight. They slowly left the kitchen and went up the stairs in the living room.
Jimmy paused for a moment and turned to Cindy. "I'm shooting to kill. Just to let you know," he warned her. She solemnly nodded her head.
They paused as they reached the top of the stairs. Jimmy glanced at the two rooms on both sides of him. He took a step forward, keeping the gun aimed in front of him. Suddenly a man in the all too familiar costume jumped out wrestled Jimmy to the ground.
"Jimmy!" Cindy screamed as they rolled into Jimmy's parents bedroom. The killer punched Jimmy in the face and stood up. He pulled out his mechanical device and was about to push the button.
Jimmy picked his gun up. "Just die already!" he shouted while firing five rounds into the killer's chest. The killer stumbled back out into the hallway. Cindy pushed him down a flight of stairs. Jimmy ran out of the room and let loose another four rounds at the killer.
"You alright?" Cindy asked as Jimmy turned away from the motionless body at the bottom of the stairs.
Jimmy nodded. "Well, that was too easy," he said while looking down the stairs. "No!" he shouted when he saw that the body was gone.
Jimmy ran down the stairs and out the open front door. He could make out a figure running off into the night. Jimmy aimed his gun and emptied the remaining six bullets, but there was no way he could hit the killer from such a distance. He dropped the gun in defeat.
Cindy ran up to him. "How did he survive? You shot him, like, nine times in the chest!"
Jimmy just slammed his hand into his forehead. "Stupid! He was wearing body armor! You're supposed to aim for the head! You think I would have learned that by now!" Jimmy angrily said while slamming the door shut.