The Random House of Madness

Introduction of DoOm

Disclaimer: We all know what I'm going to say. None of the shows I mention in this fan fiction belong to me, but there is my name on a delicious-looking ham sandwich!

All was quiet in the suburbia of a city. At least it was for anyone who wasn't a paranormal investigator or an exiled alien attempting to conquer Earth.

"Someday Zim, I will expose you for the horrible alien that you are! I'll reveal your evil intestines!" Dib and Zim were having a heated battle over God knows what. "Filthy stink-beast! No one will reveal my superior intestines so long as I can help it!" Not too far away, in some fancy limo, some MTV producers were bearing witness to the entire thing. One of the producers was unhealthily skinny, the other, unhealthily large. "Those two... they're perfect for our new show!" The skinny one shouted, pointing at the fighting pair. "Yes... You do have a point! We must seize them imediently, before VH1 can claim them!" As soon as those words were uttered from the large man, the limo accelerated into full speed, directed to the oblivious Dib and Zim.

"You might as well head back to your home planet, Zim! I now have photographic evidence of your existence!

"You troublesome human! I'm going to do what I should've done long ago- DESTROY YOU!" but before Zim could carry out his plans, the limo snatched them both from the park and drove off.

Meanwhile, in Tokyo...

Down the bustling highway rode a mysterious rider in a yellow Vespa. She stopped in front of a pachinko parlor. She took off her goggles and helmet to reveal her short bright pink hair and cat-like yellow eyes. You couldn't tell at first that she was an alien, but that's what she was. Currently she was on the run from the Galaxy Space Police Brotherhood (the organization she was once part of) because she disobeyed orders and fell in love with an earth boy named Naota. They expected her to leave the planet, but luckily for Haruko, the alien in question, she was a very unpredictable being. And that is why the MTV producers came for her...

On a train departing from a city named Aqoya, only two people were onboard. One was a boy in black wearing a red trench coat, the other was a man in a suit of armor. Or so anyone who came across the Elric brothers thought. Edward (the one in the red trench coat) was a State Alchemist, or what the general population would call a dog of the military. He tossed back his blond hair to stare at the ceiling. "She said to look in Xenotine. I'm sure the Philosopher's Stone is there." He looked to Alphonse(the one in armor) surprisingly his younger brother. "But brother, are you sure Psiren wasn't lying? She had lied to us before." Al said. Years ago, the Elric brothers tried to bring back their dead mother using alchemy, but failed. In the process, Edward lost his left leg and right arm, while Alphonse lost his entire body! In fact, that is how Edward lost his right arm; he cut his it off so that he could attach his brother's soul to a suit of armor. Pretty strange, I know, but compared to other attempts at human transmutation, they were lucky. Lucky that they knew a good auto-mail mechanic. (A/N: to those of you who don't know, in Full Metal Alchemist auto-mail is prosthetic limbs made out of steel.)Suddenly, before the brothers could continue their conversation any further, the emergency exit hatch broke open, and in flew the skinny MTV producer. Edward freaked. "Who the hell are you?" he exclaimed, pointing an artificial finger at the producer. "Nighty-night." said the producer, pulling out a taser and shocking the older brother. "Brother!" but before Al could take action, he was tasered as well, knocked out (wow, can that really happen?) As the producer kidnaped Edward.

"A thousand push-ups! Now!" Back in Tokyo, far from the pachinko parlor, the hopeful to-be-Shaman King was enduring his greatest challenge yet: his fiancee's training program. "But Anna, I've already ran twenty-five miles, did five thousand crunches, and swam three times across the river in the park. And that was only today! Can I please take a break?"

"No breaks until next month! Now do a thousand push-ups before I make it two thousand!"

An unhappy Yoh trudged off to the back yard when suddenly something happened. "Anna..."

"What!"

"There's a scary guy in a business suit who's here to see you."

"If it's another salesman I'm going to send him to the spirit world long before his time- " But Anna's words were cut short, for the moment the 'scary guy in the business suit' saw Anna, he threw a sack over her and ran off, carrying her with him. Yep, that was another producer.

"Sam! Tucker! Give me the thermos! Now!" A certain half-human, half-ghost was wrestling off a wolf ghost at the pier. Sam, the one holding the thermos, tossed it at her friend. "Here Danny! Catch!" That's just what Danny did. He opened the lid, rendering the wolf ghost powerless as he was sucked in. "PERIMETER SECURE!"shouted Tucker, giving the peace sign in a triumphant manner. " 'perimeter secure'?" Sam turned to Danny. "Aren't you glad you let me and not Tucker manage the thermos?"

"Yeah, I remembered what happened last time." Danny shuddered as he remembered Tucker's clumsiness bought them another night of rounding up ghosts bent on bringing havoc onto their small town called Amity. "C'mon, I said I was sorry. I won't manage the thermos anymore."

"HA HA! I AM THE BOW GHOST" the said ghost emerged from the walls, with a determined look on his face. Danny, Sam, and Tucker groaned. "Not you again." Danny murmured, rubbing his forehead due to the headaches the Box Ghost had caused him. "You underestimate the Box Ghost, for now I have friends! BEHOLD!" MTV producers popped out of nowhere. Taking the advantage of surprise, one threw a bolo at Danny. But it wasn't an ordinary bolo, no...It was an ECTO-BOLO! Spooky, yes? Anyway, it disabled Danny's ghost powers. "Hey! Why can't I phase through this? What are MTV producers doing in an alliance with the Box Ghost? What's going on?" Danny shouted to no one in particular. The Box Ghost smiled. "I'm gonna be on TV!"They dragged Danny away after attacking Sam and Tucker with pepper spray, the Box Ghost following.

"Are you sure you'll be all right Brock? Tijuana is a long ways away from here." Hank, one of the two sons of Dr. Venture, asked their body guard. "I'll be Okay Hank, just try not to cause any trouble when I'm away." Brock Samson remembered the last time he left the Venture Family alone. He was out camping, and Dr. Venture's security system wasn't quite finished. Coincidently, the same night he left Dr. Venture's archenemies Underbeit and The Monarch sent their minions to kill him. Fortunately for the Venture Family the two groups had a conflict which would take a hell of a long time to resolve. The unfortunate side of the story is the security robot wasn't programed who to identify as friendly yet, so they had to remain in the panic room until help came(i.e., until Brock came back) "Don't worry, You two. I've finished the security system. I assure you nothing will go wrong while you're away." Hank and Brock turned to face Dr. Venture. Being a smart type, Dr. Venture fit the bill of stereotypes when it came to physical appearance. He was quite skinny, to a point where it was downright unhealthy, and wore glasses. Dr. Venture was bald, but had a goatee that revealed that in is younger years, he had red hair, which was why everyone that knew him personally in college called him 'Rusty'. Anyway back to the story. "Yeah sure." Brock said. "Look, if you need me, just call my wrist watch." Brock, who all throughout the conversation was seated in his '69 Charger, started the engine. "Hank, while I'm gone, you're the man of the house." As Brock sped away, Hank smirked at his Dad. "You hear that Dad? I'm the man of the house."

After an hour of driving down the highway at the mountainside, Brock knew there was something wrong. For one thing, there was a black limo both behind and in front of him, and for another, ninjas landed atop his car. But Brock, being a secret agent with literally a license to kill, knew what to do. He took his survival knife from his boot and stabbed the roof of the car. One ninja down...

"You minions are completely useless! Not only have you failed to kill my sworn enemy Dr. Venture, you didn't bring tacos back to the lair!" The Monarch was chewing out a new group of minions, who in fact did bring back tacos but ate them all, when a limo landed in the middle of the room (they crashed through a skylight) "What the hell-" but before The Monarch could finish, he was knocked out by means of sleeping gas.

(A/N: yay! I'm finally done with the first chapter! O.K., technically this is the introduction/ how everyone was dragged out of their natural habitat to be put onto a horrible reality TV show, but who cares I'm done! Sorry if it's so boring if it is–It won't get boring in further chapters...I promise! #crosses fingers behind back# just kidding!)