StarSeal: Hello.this is my latest idea. I promise I'll stop starting stories without planning on ending them any time soon, but I needed feedback for this. Yes, I do realize that just about everyone's out of character. But they'r e pissed off! Everyone acts different when they've lost it. And sorry I'd do anything mean to Jhonen. but i'm a greedy sucker and I want more of his stuff. If you like the whole, "Jhonen interacting with his creations" thing i suggest you read the story at http/ It also touches on the horrors of fanfiction. Also, any of you who have written stories that I mention below, don't take offense. just consider what Zim or Nny would think if you told THEM, and you'll see why some of us are irked. Okay, here it is.

A thin, orange-haired man sat in his swirly-chair, happily playing Halo II. The doorbell rang. He ignored it.

It rang again. "Not now," he muttered, I'm in the zone!" He gnashed his teeth and shot a bunch of head-exploding alien babies. The doorbell came again, accompanied by a knock. Still he played his game. Then a voice came- a voice that was somehow familiar. "Jhonen!" It shouted. "Open the damn door!" Jhonen blinked and glanced back. Was it another hellfan? Whoever it was, it couldn't be more important that Halo II.

SMASH. The door shot across the room, blasted from its frame by balls of greenish energy.

"What the hell-?" He jumped up and stared at the hole in the wall. "Oh, God…"

Silhouetted against the light of a streetlamp outside stood the forms of a group of oddly assorted people, only their eyes glowing through the black. There was a tall, dangerously thin man standing besides a fuzzy bear-like creature, an antenna-ed person flanked by a short, red-eyed metallic thing, a tiny bunny-ish creature, a wire-thin person with a noodly thing coming out of its head, and a large, round thing that was vaguely like a bull.

"Hello, Jhonen," said the thin man coldly. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Jhonen squinted. "Wait- I do know all of you! You're… but how the hell…"

Happy Noodle Boy stepped foreword. "What the hell have you been doing? No cheese bees in my noodle for years! Why the fooking hell have you abandoned us, Nathaniel!"

Nny nodded. "Like he said. What the hell have you been doing? I haven't killed anyone since JTHM: Director's Cut! Do you have any idea how many assholes are running around that I can't skin?"

Filler Bunny was next. "I've been in that burning fluid for, like, I don't know how long and no one's even enjoying it! Killer Bunny isn't even shooting me! He got so bored he swallowed Aborto and ran off!"

Shmee scowled. "Why hasn't anything scared Squee lately? I'm starving because there's no sickness around! And there's nothing to do in that infernal comic but talk to HIM all day!" He pointed to Piñata Monster.

"Who's he?" Jhonen asked, squinting.

"What the hell! I'm only the greatest monster in all the Meanwhiles! So you thought you'd just make me and leave it at that? What happens, dammit! Do I bust all the blood candies out of everyone or what?"

Gir's eyes were still red. They turned aqua suddenly. "Taquitoes! So long… no… taquitoes… Why! I want piggies!"

Zim gnashed his zipper teeth. "He's been doing that ever since we went off the air. You can't just quit like that, dammit! I wanted to rule the Earth! You could have at least made that trial thing, where HE does for me! Do you know what's happened since you quit? HAVE YOU READ THE FANFICTIONS? THEY'RE HOOKING ME UP WITH DIB! THEIR MAKING HIM" (Nny) "FALL IN LOVE! What the hell- do you have any idea what we've done!"

Jhonen blinked. "Yes."

"AND YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING? YOU SICK FREAK!"

"Look," said Jhonen, "I know I havn'te worked with any of you for a while-"

"Oh, there's an understatement! You haven't worked on ANYTHING for a while! And what do you think happens when fans don't get their mindless entertain-meats? They make disgusting plots of their own! Is Zim even capable of love!"

"No, I was going to-""

"GOING to? GOING to? You were GOING to tell the masses all that stuff! THEN WHY THE HELL DIDN"T YOU!"

Zim stood a tall as he could. Which was still pretty pathetic. "People have written stories about Irkens without PAKS! About Gaz being nice to Dib! THEY'VE MADE UP CHARACTERS JUST SO I COULD SLEEP WITH THEM!"

Jhonen sighed. "Look. There were twisted stories about all the other good cartoons before they went off the air. People just have sick minds, okay?"

"That's not good enough, Vasquez." Nny's voice was creepily soft. " We're sick of lying around in your mind hoping you'll use the ideas we're in. It's time for something new!"