OK, this chapter doesn't have a cartoon death. It's just a small "interview" chapter. That basically means that we'll look at the life of Deathley. Some woman from a magazine is interviewing her. It may not be funny as the death chapters, but, hey. Guess what? I don't care.

And I'll just say some stuff about requests people have been giving me:

Gokusnake- I hope I don't offend you, but I like Family Guy. I don't count Barney as a cartoon (he's more of a puppet show) nor will I kill Dora. I'm not killing preschool shows in this story. I do hate both of them, thought.

Faerie Jocelyn- I hate to make you sad, but I'm done with CN deaths. So I can't do a Squirrel Boy chapter.  But thanks for supporting this story.

Neon-Dusk- I'm going to kill The Proud Family next, I promise. 

Baron Von Beef Dip- Thanks for the praise, but I like Bambi. So no death chapter for him. Don't get upset please.

Sutoori-oriko- Like I said with Gokusnake, I like Family Guy. But trust me, I will do Kappa Mikey and The X's. I can't do Drake and Josh because it's live-action, and Mr. Meaty because it's a puppet show.

On with the copyrights…

Deathley McClash, Vampuit, Frupire, Nirvana Hoster, Judith Catcher © EA-Insanity

Deathley walked into a coffeehouse in her area, Café Flight. The café was very popular among many and it is one of the oldest places in Vampuit as well. All of the ingredients were fresh and were grown in Frupire. She was expected for an interview with some woman that worked for Vampuit's Monthly Magazine. Deathley often read that magazine; it was such a surprise to her that she was getting a chance to be interviewed.

Deathley than found a table inside the café and ran of to it's main espresso bar where she ordered a regular coffee with milk in it. She went back to her table and drank some of it.

"Hi, Ms. McClash." said a cheerful female voice.

Deathley nearly spit her coffee out in surprise. Instead, she gulped slowly. She looked up to where the voice came from. A female fruit bat was in front of the table. She had a pastry in her hand. She was 23-years-old, and her fur was white. She had shoulder-length black hair and purple eyes. She was wearing a light yellow shirt with a pink daisy on it, gray khakis, and blue sneakers.

Deathley stared at the fruit bat. She felt weird since she was wearing a red tank-top, with dark red casual pants and black boots.

"…Hi." Deathley said, slightly nervous.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Nirvana Hoster, just to let you know." the fruit bat said.

"OK, I'm Deathley McClash," Deathley said. "But I guess you knew that already."

There was a short pause.

"You bet," Nirvana said with a grin. "So…let's get STARTED! First question, do you like killing cartoons for people's enjoyment?"

"Uh, yes. Yes I do. A lot." Deathley responded.

"Second question. What's it like being famous?" Nirvana asked.

"Really, really fun." Deathley mumbled.

"Third question. Who is your most disliked celebrity?" Nirvana asked.

"Oh. My. GOD. That Judith Catcher. I mean, nobody gives a flaming piece of crap about if she's retired or not. And her acting sucks." Deathley said in a nasty tone of voice.

"Fourth question. Is it really fun to kill cartoon characters?" Nirvana asked.

"Hell yes!" Deathley yelled.

"Fifth question. Why do some folks hate you or your show?" Nirvana asked, with a scared tone in her voice.

Deathley's face turned bright red. She was so angered by this question she clenched her fists and almost knocked Nirvana out. Nirvana almost got up from her seat and ran out of Café Flight, but Deathley clamed down, and her face turned back to normal.

"Because, some people are freakin' fun suckers who can't have fun or fool around and they just plain damn SUCK!"

Deathley banged her fists on her table, making it shake (and making her coffee cup fall). Nirvana almost screamed like a nutcase, but held it in. She blinked twice.

"…Sixth question. What's your fashion sense?"

"Goth, I guess."

Nirvana sucked in her breath.

"Well look at the time. Gotta go."

Nirvana walked out of the café calmly, but about 3 blocks later, Deathley could hear her scream: "DEATHLEY IS A LUNATIC!"

"Look who's talkin'" Deathley said. She picked up her coffee cup, and threw it out. Then she went home.

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