Ch 5: an unexpected visitor
(A/N: I made things interesting by putting my love interest in the story(who might I add is a real person I've known since... when was it again? I think Junior High...) Anyway, enjoy!)
Disclaimer: Out to lunch. Be back in 30 minutes
30 minutes later...
The next morning, everyone woke to the smell of scrambled eggs and sizzling bacon. Dib was the first to get up, and the first to scream. For right there, flipping pancakes as best as it could with it's short arms, was the chupacabra. "What is that thing doing here?" Magically, out of thin air, Drowningsiren summoned her mighty iron wok and pummeled Dib in one swift strike. "This 'thing' is my new assistant chef. Since you so cruelly shunned the poor thing(I heard everything that happened from Haruko) I decided to take him in as his adoptive mother. Bacon?" the hostess offered him a plate of the said food item. By then everyone was present in the dining room, and had taken their usual seats around the table. Brock was not taking the fact that a baby chupacabra was making the pancakes too well. Instantly he flung his survival knife at the poor thing, which was deflected with Drowningsiren's iron wok.. Their hostess held the little baby close to her, putting the pancakes in horrible jeopardy with the threat of burning, still brandishing the wok. "Never try that again. There is no way that anyone here is going to harm my baby. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" intimidated by the motherly ferocity of their hostess, everyone nodded. "Good." instantly, Drowningsiren's mood changed as she gave everyone a perky smile(which, I might add, didn't suit her dark personality and twisted mind; that only made her scarier,)
"Now enjoy your breakfast everyone."
"AHHHHHHH!" that was the doorbell. Drowningsiren went to the door and looked through the peephole. Instantly, she turned a shade of crimson. "Who is it?" Edward asked, chewing on a burnt pancake. Ignoring his question, the hostess bolted from the door and dived underneath the table. "Go answer the door. If he asks, I'm not here." Dib did what she told him to do. On the other side of the door was a guy the same age as Drowningsiren. He was a head taller than her, and had short, flaming red hair. The guy looked into the house with his ice blue eyes. "Uhh...is Raven here?" he had a quiet voice, which gave away that despite his height, he was shy. "I don't think so. But there is a girl hiding under the dining room table." A voice, we all know whose, sounded from the kitchen. "Dib! I'm gonna kill you!"a slight pause, "Let him in!" Dib stepped aside to let the unexpected visitor pass. The two then walked into the dining room. Drowningsiren, who had in five seconds tamed her frizzy hair with water from the faucet, blushed at the mere sight of him. "Hello Drew." Drew smiled. "Hello Raven."
"What? You're name is Raven?" Dib shouted to Raven(I'm so tired of typing 'Drowningsiren')
"Well, that's what my friends call me, so yes!" She shouted back. But when she turned to Drew, she smiled shyly. "So...what brings you here?" Raven asked the tall red head. "I missed you." Seeing this as the perfect time to leave, Anna and Haruko wolfed down their food as fast as Edward eats and stood up "Well, I guess we should all get back to our rooms and get ready for the day ahead." Haruko picked up two of the Boys up by the ear, one in each hand. Dib and Edward squirmed in her grip. Anna did the same to Danny. "Everyone move it! Can't you see they want to be alone? Move it! MOVE IT!" Frightened by Anna's screaming, everyone took they're plates with them and left the room. "So...this is the reality show you talked about?"
"Yeah, I remember they chased me down to Hoboville(see? I knew mentioning it in the last Author's note would be of some importance) Before I realized they weren't the C.I.A.—only worse." There was an awkward silence( as with every time I get writer's block in a fanfiction) then Drew cleared his throat. "Well, uh, where was I? Oh yeah- I was supposed to give this to you." The reasonably attractive red head by the name of Drew handed over a grease stained envelope. "Threatening letter from Mc- Donalds?"Raven asked."Letter informing you of the contestant's first challenge." Raven hesitated before she spoke. "Why does it have grease stains on it?"
"How should I know? I only work at the localmovie theater." It was then that, to the author's disappointment, that Drew turned to leave. "I'll see you around then." And with that, he closed the door. "Yeah... I'll see you around." Raven said sadly. Soon enough, everyone came out of their hiding places. "You really like him, don't you?" Haruko asked their hostess, who blushed. "Does he know you like him?"(Anna talking)
"Yes."
"Then why haven't you asked him out?"(this time Haruko) Dib, who wasn't ready to hear any 'girl talk' interuppted the conversation. "Why do your friends call you 'Raven'?" Raven, who was more ready to answer that question, responded. "To be honest, I don't know. They just called me that one day, and the name stuck." The Monarch broke into the conversation next. "I don't want to hear about your personal life, what does the letter say?"
"What? Oh, yeah!" The Hostess proceeded with opening the letter. Reading it, she smiled. "Everyone, I have good news."
"You're giving us all robot death monkeys?"
"Yoh won the preliminary round?"
"Mysterious Mysteries finally got my pictures of Zim out of his disguise?"
"You found the philosopher's stone?"
"The Pirate King's coming to get me?"
"No more ghosts are coming out from the ghost zone?"
"New carpet came for the lair?"
"You know where she is?"(Brock emphasized that in a positive manner)
"I AM THE BOX GHOST!"
Raven glanced at all of the guests."None of the above" The gang gave a disappointed groan all in unison. Zim leaped and grabbed the front of Raven's apron (Kids: always wear an apron when cooking or dealing with cartoon characters) "Then what is the good news? Tell Zim!" The hostess brushed the Irken off before continuing. "The Management has announced your first challenge. But before I proceed with the details, everyone: divide into two even teams." Dib, knowing the system, raised a hand. "Yes?"
"In case they haven't noticed, there are nine of us."
"Oh yeah, about that... uh...how should I say this? Dib, since Chupy (yes, I'm naming the baby chupacabra that)came out of your head, he's technically a fellow contestant. Oh, and you're supposed to watch over him because technically you're his mother. Pretty screwed up huh?"
"You mean he has to be on the same team as me?"
"That's technically what I said(I'm under a technicality curse at the moment)" At this news, Dib kicked a nearby object (use your imagination; considering it's 3:30 in the morning mine is temporarily out of wack) "Damn it!" Raven put her hands over Chupy's ears. "Please don't use such language around him. And don't show your frustration, Chupy's already psychologically damaged by your rejection of him." The Monarch cleared his throat. "Well, this is all dandy and stuff but that aside- what about the stinkin' challenge?" at this everyone's impatient heads gave a nod, exept for Brock, who just didn't care. "I WILL TELL YOU THE NATURE OF THE CHALLENGE WHEN YOU DIVIDE! NOW DIVIDE! DIVIDE LIKE YOU'VE NEVER DIVIDED BEFORE!" And them Raven started cackling. Very. Very. Loudly. Then she abruptly stopped. "What are you guys waiting for? The National Guard? Start dividing into even teams!"
(A/N: end of chapter! I have no clue what to do for the challenge; I will have to call upon my brilliant brain meats to figure out what to do about this—wait I've got part of it! Something involving Disneyland! Anyway, here's my response to my reviewers:
To Invader Crystal: neat poem. I should print it out in a really neat font and hang it next to the Yin-Yang poster I won at a carnival. No worries though! I won't claim that I wrote it(that would be rude...)
To SaiyanKing Vegeta: I have a lot of interesting friends. One (who introduced me to Drew) once had a habit of eating gummy bears that have, at one point, been up his nose. If you ever meet him, I give you one piece of advice: don't eat anything that comes from his pockets! I don't care if it's skittles or radioactive potatoes, for da love of anything that's good and holy don't eat it!
Anyways, on w/ the responses...
To GenesisDragon: Not to worry, child of the netherworld! As Invader Crystal and SaiyanKing Vegeta know, I always finish the stories that I start.
Thank you all 4 reviewing!)