Ch 2: meet the killer

Disclaimer: The following shows do not belong to me: Invader Zim, Fooly Cooly, Shaman King, Danny Phantom, Full Metal Alchemist, and The Venture Brothers. If I missed somebody, well then, I don't care (gun cocks) on second thought...

(A/N: 'when the writing is like this' with a character's name, it means the cameramen are interviewing said person.)

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Hmm...this has got to be the strangest doorbell I've ever seen." Danny rang the doorbell again.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" The door cracked open. A unhealthily skinny man(even skinnier than the already unhealthily skinny MTV producer) peeked through the crack. "Yes?" he said in a creepy (and might I add annoyed) voice. "Uhh..." Danny was lost for words.

Danny: 'when I first saw Johnny, my mind kinda freaked out. I mean c'mon! The guy reeks 'Homicidal maniac' How else was I supposed to react? Give him flowers as a peace offering?'

(Television screen shows flowers dancing around Danny's head as he says this)

"Uhh..." Yep! Danny's still lost for words. Drowningsiren cut in front of the quite articulate(sarcasm mind ya) half-boy-half-ghost. "Nny, these are the guests that will be staying with us for a whole month!" Johnny, called 'Nny' by many who were unfortunate enough to know him personally, spazzed. "No! I won't have these annoying...flies...live in my home!" Nny, who took an instant dislike to Danny, took out his infamous knives with smiley faces for hilts. "I'm going to kill all of you! Your deaths will be nice and slow, I will savor your agonizing screams..." Nny's ranting's was interrupted by the crafty author, who took a swing at the homicidal maniac by means of oriental cookware. "NNY! Do understand that we are here to reinforce the mindless drones of television! NOT bring impending doom onto the contestants. That's the producer's job." Nny got up to brush himself off, for the floors of his house were very dirty. Zim noticed this. "(shudders) It's so...germy."

The homicidal maniac flashed his attention to the Irken. "You don't like my cozy abode? Well too bad! As much as I hate it you're going to be living here for the next month! Or, not living. Depends on if I kill you before the show's over. Oh, yes! I can already imagine your spleen and other organs falling out of your disgusting green body. I like monkeys..." Dib claimed this chance to intervene. "Zim isn't human! He's an alien! He doesn't have human organs!" Nny gave the paranormal investigator a sinister look. "I already know what I'm going to do with you...first I'm going to drill into that overlarge head of yours–Hey, Zim does look like an alien, and a pathetically disguised one at that— to see what makes your head so gargantuan!"

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL EVERYONE? MY HEAD'S NOT BIIIIIIIIG!"

Crickets begin to chirp as yet another eerie silence fills the vicinity.

Dib: 'I'm so tired of everyone making fun of my head'

"Well, I guess we should start finding rooms for everyone" drowningsiren sighed. She walked into the creepy house, motioning for others to follow. "Now, most of the rooms in this house is indeed underground. Any room without a red sticker on the doorknob is suitable to live in. Yes, Edward?"

"What about the doorknobs with the red stickers?"

"Those are the rooms that are off limits, with the exception of Johnny, because this is his house." The author glared at her wary puppets of meat. "No one, under any circumstances, are to enter those rooms." Then drowningsiren began to giggle. But no, this wasn't the giggles to be heard by cheerleaders, it was giggles from a twisted mind. Then the giggles evolved into a laugh. Soon the entire house was filled with her maniacal laughter( ha ha. That's my evil laugh).

Anna: 'Our hostess is a nut job. No doubt on that'

drowningsiren ceases with her laughter, feeling embarrassed. "(clears throat) maybe we should start finding rooms for you guys already."

Most of the rooms in the house had a red sticker on the doorknob. After countless hours of searching (actually it was about two) the gang had found four rooms: one nearest the kitchen, one across from the room with the bloody wall(the one Nny has to paint blood on to keep the monster on the other side from breaking free) one you can find while leaving the living room where Johnny tries occasionally to kill himself but somehow miserably fails. And, the last room, is right next to the bathroom. Haruko and Anna took the room near the living room. Zim, The Monarch, and the Box Ghost claimed the room next to the bathroom. Dib, Danny, and Edward, being teen-aged boys, had stationed themselves in the room nearest the kitchen for easy midnight fridge-raids. Brock moved into the room opposite of the bloody wall room, unaware of the forces he would soon contend with.

Later, somewhere near sunset-

"Dinner!" drowningsiren brought spoon to pan as she alerted the gang. Dib, Danny, and Edward had not needed a dinner bell for they had smelled the aroma of home cooked food and had already gathered at the dining table. Haruko and Anna came next. Considering that they were in their pajamas, they had made themselves at home. Zim, the Box Ghost, and The Monarch cautiously crept out of their room. "What is this smell?" the scent of stir-fried chicken meet Zim and the others's noses. "I made sweet and sour chicken!" drowningsiren stated proudly, "It's my specialty." At the dinner table, two enormous bowls were set, surrounded by little bowls. One of the large bowls was filled with small chunks of stir-fried chicken, the other with homemade sweet-and-sour sauce. "We're eating with chopsticks?" Danny noticed that the said eating utensils had replaced the traditional forks and knives. "Yep"

"Why?"

"Because most of us are used to eating with chopsticks, right?" Haruko, Anna, and Edward nodded in agreement. Dib wasn't bothered with this at all; he would eat with chopsticks every time his sister Gaz and him ordered Chinese for dinner, so he was accustomed. "Zim needs no filthy earth food!" Zim's remark was meet with the iron wok drowningsiren used for both cooking and disciplinary reasons. "Are you questioning my cooking, Zim?" the hostess growled in a menacing way.

Zim: words do not describe the anger and shame Zim feels for being hit with that earthly cookware!

"HOW DARE YOU HIT THE FOREHEAD OF ZIM! YOU WILL PAY, OH HOW YOU WILL PAY-"

"Just shut up and eat your chicken, green boy." All eyes turned to Anna, who had already dug in to the food before them. "Hmm. This isn't too bad. Not as good as Rio's cooking, but it's still good." Relieved that someone had taken a first bite, everyone else sat down and spooned whatever portion of chicken they desired onto their plates. Danny and anyone else not too experienced fumbled over the chopsticks, but once they got the hang of it the atmosphere got more comfortable for them. And that's were all the trouble started.

(A/N: I'm sooooo sorry I haven't updated in eons. My excuse this time is that I've been busy making necklaces for a craft show the locos--whoops! I mean locals– call 'Art in the Park'. Gotta make money somehow! For those of you wondering, the babysitting gig didn't work out too well. Don't get me wrong, the kids were little angels, It's just that my patience goes so far. Anyway, I'm not old enough for a real job–a factor that my sister likes to rub in my face– and I have no car or any other mode of transportation so I'm stuck freelancing until the beginning of next summer– I'm sure I'll be old enough and have a driver's license by then! Man, this is going to be one interesting summer...)