(A/N): This is the last chapter involving the story. So I just wanna say I'd like to thank readers, supporters and friends who helped me make this possible. Jeff Mendelson, by the way, is a weatherman in my area who always tells us what to wear and stuff, explaining that joke. WE LOVE HIM! I'm sorry, I know the topic is kind of cliché, but it's never been seen in an episode, (not that I know of anyway,) but someone favorited it, so it must be good! Oh, and in between these chapters, Ren got rehired and got the house and all the material possessions back because I said so and I have no idea how any of this crap works. See you in the next fan fic.!
Chapter 5: Back to normal… Sorta
Ren sat in a chair, watching TV and crying. "Muddy Mudskeeper… STEEMPY'S FAVOREETE SHOW!" He bawled and wiped his snot on the chair. "What, eet's my house now, eesn't eet?" A news reporter came on. "We interrupt this cigar obsessed mudskipper with some breaking news! A hurricane is expected to hit the area in less than twenty minutes! Jeff Mendelson says to bring a jacket and find shelter!"
"Oh, thank you, Jeff! But Steempy! He's out een the cold! He's gonna die! Oh, who cares? He doesn't like me!" He flopped back into the chair. The things Stimpy had said were screaming through his head. "I'M SICK OF THIS CRAP!"
"I'M SICK OF YOU!"
"GOD, YER ANNOYING!"
"I HATE'CHOU!"
"HERE'S A JUSTIN BIEBER RECORD!"
"Lovely weather we're having, huh?"
As these thoughts repeated through his head, his teary and frightened expression turned into a sour and angry frown. "That eediot! He theenks he can talk to me like that, even though he deedn't really say that last theeng? I'll go geeve heem pain worse than that of a hurricane! I'm gonna go find Steempy! And eet certainly has notheeng to do weeth me caring and loving about heem!" He stomped out of the house.
The sky was a terrible greenish black. Through heavy wind, Ren perused the town for Stimpy, tears in his eyes. "Well, I'm gonna assume thees ees the cliché 'he's somewhere een an alley, so I'll check there."
And sure enough, he found Stimpy in an alley crying. "What the fuck are you doing, you eediot?"
"Ren?" Stimpy looked up and sniffled. "I now hear his voice, although we shall never meet!"
"I'm right here, you bloated freak!"
"Ren? Please! Don't look at me! I was wrong!"
"Yeah, yeah, sappy, everyone gets eet, we're both back in character, you love me, I now admeet I really love you and all sorts 'a cheesy bull crap. Now, come on! That hurricane that they predicted last week ees coming! Now, let's go!"
"Ren… you go ahead. I don't deserve a good home."
The wind was getting even heavier. "Okay, look, Steempy, I was wrong to be codependent, and eet's my fault thees happened, I shouldn't have been so horrible! And I lo- I lo- oh, fuck eet." But he looked into Stimpy's sad eyes. "Okay, I love you! More than anything!" He started crying. "I'm so sorry!"
"I love you too, Ren! I'm sorry! And-"
"Okay, honey, let's cut the sap and GET THE FUCK HOME SO WE DON'T DIE!"
"Okay!" They ran home, hand in hand.
They sat on the couch, wrapped in blankets, safe and sound. "Oh, Ren, I'm so glad you're not angry!"
"Enough sap crap. We're een love. Enough! Oh, and I have a surprise for you een the basement."
They walked downstairs. "Ren- you fixed my cat box and catnip toy!" He started kissing his face multiple times. Ren smiled. "Anytime, honey." As they walked upstairs, Stimpy remarked, "Oh, and Ren, I think I might be pregnant."
"What?"
"It's possible."
"What een God's name ees wrong weeth you?"
"But Ren, I haven't gotten my period in three months!"
"You can't have a period, you freak!"
"How do you know that for a fact? Anything's possible for a cat." Ren kicked him in the crotch. "THAT'S your answer on why you can't get pregnant."
"Eeek! Point taken."
They held hands and kissed.
Stay tuned for the epilogue! ;D
