Here you go, guys. The first part of The Proud Family death story.

Warning: The following will (or might) contain- Mild language, blood and gore, mild-to-extreme violence, and possible use of drugs and/or beer. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Notice: Do not flame me if you like "The Proud Family". I made this chapter intentionally for folks who hate Proud Family. So if you're a fan of TPF, I suggest you don't read it. I don't need to be flamed, thank you very much.

Some responses to my reviews:

Yellowfur- I wanted to make a plot-twist of course. I wanted to show people that I can show some mercy. :-)

Key18- Thank you very much.

Faerie Jocelyn- Good to know that you seem to accept that.

Sutoori-oriko- Yes, I'll do Kappa Mikey after this death. Then The X's, then some more cartoons I need to think of…

Deathley McClash and other things © EA-Insanity

The Proud Family © Disney

Deathley put her jacket on and left Café Flight, walking towards her mansion, which was on Luna Hill, a suburb of Vampuit. Luna Hill was beautiful and a great place to live. All of it's residents can look at Casko Beach, the official beach of Vampuit, from many different angles. The town also grew blueberries, blackberries, strawberries and cherries.

Deathley wasn't having the greatest day. After that little interview with Nirvana Hoster, she doubted it would be printed into Vampuit's Monthly Magazine. But hey, you never know. She hoped that Nirvana cooled down and would most likely print it, or when she was on her "DEATHLEY'S A LUNATIC!" rampage, she would run into a pole head-first and faint. Deathley had hoped for the second choice.

She entered her mansion glumly and ran up to her bedroom. She sat on her desk, which was made of pure polished mahogany wood, and pulled out the plain white envelope, crème colored paper, and the red pen. She pulled out a stamp with a star on it, and put in on the envelope.

She then wrote on the crème colored paper:

Dear EA-Insanity,

Thank you very much for the raise on my paycheck. Do I get another one for killing Kim Possible? No, it's alright, you don't have to. Just a little joke. Yeah. Let's go with that. Anyway, I'm having a weird week.

First of all, I banged my elbow on a coffee table at Café Flight on Monday.

Then I was pushed over by a huge crowd of people when I went shopping for clothes on Tuesday.

Then this Nirvana Hoster girl freaks out at the end of my interview (Friday, November 03, 2006). I hope she ran into a pole at the end of a street. Or fell into a open sewer.

Your beloved bat,

Deathley.

Deathley, with a sigh, looked over the letter. No typos. She then put it in the envelope and closed it. She got up from her writing desk, and out of boredom, she looked around her bedroom.

It contained a queen-sized bed with a pearl white cover on it, a couple of random cartoon character plushies on the bed, a few posters with goth metal rock stars plastered on the walls, and a vanity, similar to the one in her studio dressing room. A picture then caught her eye. It was of her as a baby with her parents and 2 older siblings.

The baby Deathley was being held by her mother, with her father by mom's side, with Deathley's 2 older siblings looking at her with happy expressions. Deathley herself was smiling at the camera.

It's true, Deathley is the youngest in her family.

On the left on her mom was the eldest sibling, Xavier. He was 8-years-old when the picture was taken. Deathley was 1-month–old at the time. Seeing that Deathley is currently 19, Xavier is currently 27. The second sibling (and the middle child) was directly under mom. Her name is Gloomire. She was 6-years-old when Deathley was born, so she is currently 25.

Deathley glanced at the picture with a sad smile. She never really got in contact with her siblings, seeing as they are all busy with their jobs. Xavier with his job in photography and Gloomire with her job in writing goth novels for teenagers. The only time they usually talk to each other is when its Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving or Christmas. But, other than that, no contact at all.

And Deathley had different relationships with her older siblings. Very, very different.

When she was a baby, she always looked up to Xavier. Xavier (along with their parents) taught her how to read and write. Xavier also showed her how to paint. Xavier loved hanging out with his baby sister and was never jealous of all the attention she got because she was the youngest.

It was Gloomire who was jealous of Deathley's attention.

When Deathley was a baby, her relationship with Gloomire, the middle child, was sad. Gloomire pretended to be nice to her when their parents and Xavier were nearby, but when they weren't, Gloomire did very nasty things to Deathley. Breaking all of her toys, calling her names, and blamed things on her. At first, Mr. and Mrs. McClash always said that maybe they should give Deathley time-outs. But Xavier managed to catch Gloomire in the act by taking a picture of her breaking Deathley's rattle.

Mr. and Mrs. McClash were shocked, and they give Gloomire the time-outs. Gloomire tried to escape her bedroom, but her parents put a lock on her door so she wouldn't get any ideas. When her time-out was over, they took the lock away. Gloomire was frequently sent to her room. She often sobbed to herself.

Deathley sighed and mumbled to herself, "I never knew why she hated me…"

Deathley got up from her desk, and crawled into bed, falling fast asleep.

The next day, she woke up. She made toast and scrambled eggs for breakfast and ate it all. Then she went up to her bathroom, and took a shower. Then she got dressed, wearing an aqua blue tanktop, green pants, and purple sneakers. She ran out of her mansion and towards the studio.

She got to the dressing room and got her fur fixed once more. She told the messenger boy to take her letter to the boss. He did so. Deathley then walked on stage with the audience cheering for her.

"Hello."

"HI DEATH!"

"I'm not feeling that well today, but I still do the Wheel of Death."

The audience cheered.

Deathley picked up the knife and closed her eyes and threw it. Still pondering about the wheel thing…

BAM!

Deathley opened her eyes and walked to the wheel, which had stopped turning. She pulled out the knife and mumbled to herself. The Proud Family was the cartoon that she was going to kill.

"The Proud Family, I will kill now."

The audience clapped as Deathley opened the portal and left with the camera crew.

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