A/N:
So, sorry for the late update. I would've updated yesterday, but I hurt myself on Monday, so I was confined to the couch yesterday ( i broke my right ankl/foot, apparently, IDK, the doctor is rubbish... I really hate him...) ... Anyway, reviews! This keeps deleting on me, so maybe it will uplode NOW!
To Darkinvader897:
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To IceLuxray:
As always, you are an endless well of entertainment and faithful reviewing-ness...
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To invaderRaz
PURPLE NINJA MONKEYS! GIMMIE! I DON'T NEED MY LIVER ANYWAYS! WHOOO-HOOO!
P.S. So glad you liked it!
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Well, on with the story!
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"I'm so tired!" Sasha moaned, collapsing head first into a pile of fallen leaves located in the shade of a random tree in the random neighborhood that we were randomly navigating. "Why's it have to be so HOT out anyway?" She snapped.
I just shook my head, and sat down next to her, leaning my back against the tree as comfortably as I could as I set the duffel bag down next to me. "I don't know." I yawned tiredly, sweating. Jeez, it was hot out today! It should not be this hot out!
We had been walking for what felt like hours, but according to the sun, was only one or two. I groaned a little. Time seemed rather wacky in this... Place. You could be walking for great distances, and it would only take you an hour, but you still felt as though you'd been walking for forever. You could go great distances without effort, too... Or, you could be moving quickly but not be getting anywhere... It was rather annoying... And random...
Sasha and I had finally reached the 'homeowners' part of the city, and we had been wandering aimlessly around, having absolutely no idea where we were.
"I want a sooooodaaa..." Sasha moaned. I groaned in reply, and she hit my knee – both of which were still insanely sticky from the spilled Pibb – which felt like it had occurred years ago at this point – and not to mention gross – with a lazy and slow moving arm. "Pleeeeaaasse...? I'm dying!" Sasha once again moaned.
I sighed, and started digging through the duffel bag for a soda, glancing around with narrowed eyes as I did.
We had stopped on a random (A/N: WOW, I seem to be using that word a lot, lately...) and fairly deserted street, and had 'died' under some random home's tree. Finding myself too tired to really take in the other homes at the moment, I simply grabbed two cokes – which were, amazingly, still pretty cool – and set one sideways on my friend's forehead.
Sasha sighed in relief, raising a hand to hold the soda still on her forehead so that it wouldn't roll away. I pressed my own soda can against my neck, unzipping my Gir sweat-shirt. Why did something so cool have to be made out of such a stuffy fabric as fleece! Seriously! I loved Gir, so much... But I could not stand his outfit...
At the moment, at least.
"What now?" My friend asked, eyes closed as she enjoyed the semi-coolness the soda can and shade brought. "We need a place to stay... And if it's this hot in whatever season this is – and don't tell me that it is summer because I have seen no kids – then we need a place with a pool or something!"
"I don't know." I said, cracking open my soda and downing half of it in a matter of seconds.
Yeah, I drink soda like that... No patience with me, nuh-uh. None.
"In these kinds of stories," I continued. "The OC's usually get really lucky and find an abandoned house or something..." I took another gulp of soda, leaving the can mostly empty. "So-" I cut myself off, nearly choking on my soda as I spotted something across the street from us. "Uh, Sasha?" I asked, elbowing my friend slightly to get her attention. "Sit up and look at this for a moment, would you?"
She groaned but complied, peeling her over-heated carcass off of the ground and out of the leaves, some of which stuck in her hair. "What?" She asked tiredly. "I don't see..." She trailed off suddenly as she spotted what I had.
Across the street was a vaguely familiar home.
Okay, not vaguely, HUGELY familiar.
The grass was overgrown and almost dead-looking of course, but it was still recognizable. The windows were boarded up, the roof was half flat, half risen, and "777" was placed on the wall of the home, written in chipped-looking white paint, right next to the door. A large "ABANDONED" sign had been hammered into the ground next to a beaten looking mailbox.
"Oh... My... God..." Sasha said. "That... That sort of looks like... Like Johnny's house..."
"...Only a bit newer and with a little – okay, a lot – more grass..." I agreed, nodding slowly. We looked at each other, both of us positively shocked. We blinked in union, and fell silent for a about three seconds. Three. Seconds. Three. Then;
"I wanna ring the doorbell!" Sasha shouted, and rushed off to reach the house first, leaving a trail of leaves behind her as she crossed the street in a blur.
Oh, no...
"No! Wait!" I shouted, dropping my soda.
I grabbed the duffel bag and ran across the road after her. I reached the lawn just as my friend reached the half-way point between the road and the front stoop. With a burst of energy I didn't know I had, I caught up to her, and grabbed the back of her collar with my free hand, halting her.
"Are you insane!" I shouted.
Sasha continued to run in place on the front step, straining out a hand to press the door bell. "But I wanna ring the bell!" She complained, and lunged at it again.
"Do you know what happens when you ring the bell?" I snapped, jerking her back slightly.
"Yes! Why do you think I wanna ring it!"
My eyes widened in shock and I snatched my hand back, causing Sasha to smack face-first into the door. "What is wrong with you!" I asked as Sasha comically sank to the ground, her face still pressed against the door. Oooh, I hope she doesn't get splinters...
Sasha rolled onto her back, grinning at me with her head propped against the door and her neck bent at an uncomfortable looking angle. There was a small scuff on her forehead from the impact with the door.
"Many things..." She said, using her go-to phrase for whenever someone asked her that, wiping the scuff away.
I rolled my eyes and pulled my friend to a standing position with my free hand; not unkindly. "This isn't make believe anymore, Sasha." I explained in a quiet serious tone. "If this really is a different dimension, then those people are just as real and alive as you or I. They feel pain. They have feelings, lives, souls... We can't just take that away like this is some sort of game, we have to be serious when it comes to things like this... Okay?" I said, tone slightly pleading.
Sasha blinked. "Sooooo... We're knocking?" She asked, seeming to have sobered up a little, thankfully.
"Myep!" I said, and promptly rapped on the door four times. (Tap, tap, tap, THUNK!) I tucked my hands behind my back as Sasha bounced up and down excitedly on the stoop next to me. Tucking my hands behind my back was... Kinda a habit of mine. I didn't usually have room in my pockets for my hands since they were always so full of junk... And I didn't like standing with my arms crossed.
Thus; they went behind my back.
Sasha, on the other hand, just liked to bounce.
"Just think, we're about to meet the Johnny, C.!" She practically 'squeed'.
I blinked, suddenly realizing something. "Uh... Sasha?" I asked quietly.
"Yeeeeesssss?"
"We're about to meet the Johnny C.!" I said in a deathly-quiet whisper, staring wide-eyed at the door as I began to tremble ever-so slightly.
"... Oh, crud!" Sasha yelped, and we looked at each other fearfully. "What have we done!" She yelled, holding her hands at her face in horror.
"We?" I snapped, glaring at her. "You wanted to knock, I was just the meat-puppet that did your dirty work!"
Sasha didn't respond, just stared at the door fearfully. I quickly followed her example, finding myself wondering if he would just slam the door in our faces – having probably assumed that we were there to sell cookies or something – or invite us in, and kill us...
Or maybe, thinking more insanely, he would ask us to tea. Heh heh... That would be nice, Tea With Johnny C... Heh...
Oh dear God... We were dead.
We stared... And stared... And stared some more... Blinked... Stared some more... Stared... Scratched the back of our heads... Then continued staring... Some more staring... Mooooorrrrrreeeee staring... Scratched our butts a little bit, then stared some more...
"Bloody... I don't think anyone's home." I sighed after a good ten minutes of staring at the door with nothing happening. I tensed, my foot twitching slightly as I readied myself, getting an idea... A very rash idea, but an idea non-the-less...
"What makes you say that?" Sasha asked, looking at me curiously.
In answer, I lifted my foot and slammed it into the door with all the the force my tiny 14-year-old-but-maybe-more-twelveish cartoonized body contained, which was a surprising amount. I must've had my 14-year-old strength combined with crazy cartoon strength or something!
The door blasted open with a crack, swinging around to smack the wall it was set in. Instantly, it revealed a dark, and rather small, living room.
I never said that it was a good idea.
I strutted into the cool home, my nose up in the air. Sasha stared at me with wide eyes. "Why the heck did you do that!" She yelped, entering the house with a fearful yet curious glance around.
Yeah, instead of running away in fear from me and my insanity, she was having a look about...
We are so weird...
Must be why we're best friends.
I froze, my fists clenching at my sides as I felt my shoulders rise and my head sink slightly, anger burning deep in my stomach. I whipped around without warning, and tucked my hands behind me.
Tipping my head slightly, I smiled spitefully at my friend, nay, at the world.
Dramatically of course... This was me we were talking about.
"I..." I said quietly. "Have not had any orange juice for, presumably, twenty-four hours, and it is starting. To. Get. To. Me." I growled, my voice having dropped several octaves.
Yep, you heard right; Orange juice. Yep, I'm a weirdo... Can't live without the stuff... It's like my version of coffee or something...
Sasha just rolled her eyes and started looking around. "You and your orange juice..." She scoffed, letting her bag slip from her shoulders and fall to the ground with a thud.
"Mm-hmm..." I agreed, not bothering to argue. I did the same thing Sasha had done, and started to look around as well.
The house was rather dark, thanks to all the boarded up windows, not to mention that it was a dusty house. The air was ridiculously still and old-smelling. There were cobwebs and dust bunnies everywhere, and the place smelled weird, not just old air weird, but... Just weird.
An... Undefined weird, yeah, that was it; Undefined weird. I'd have to use that sometime...
I glanced around at the boxes before spotting at least four or five different doors. I crossed the room and peaked my head into one curiously. The room appeared to be a... An actually bright and nice kitchen. It had counters, cupboards, a fridge, and a round table... All very kitchen-y. The counter wrapped around the room, but jutted out in a little... Island, could you call it? Separating the rounded table from the sink... It was very nice. Homey.
I ducked out of that room and crossed the living room to a different door, grinning when I spotted Sasha riffling through a box filled with cloth of some sort, a slightly disgruntled look on her face. Ducking my head into the next room, I saw that it was empty, just a big empty room, and went to the next one.
To my surprise, this door led to a hallway, which I found – after ten minutes of thorough investigation – contained two bathrooms, three bedrooms, two closets, and a stairway leading up. Being curious of course, I ascended, and after a minute of stair-climbing – which seemed ridiculous because the house wasn't even that tall (A/N: It's bigger on the inside! Everything is!) – I came to a hallway with two doors. After staring at them for a few moments, I shrugged, and opened the first door.
I figured I had nothing to loose.
I stared in shock at all of the weapons that lined the walls before me. Knives, daggers, hammers, sporks – which Sasha would love. Sporks were her weapon of choice...
It... Was Johnny's whole arsenal! Even the smiley-face knives! The only difference that I could find was that these all looked clean... But rather dusty... Either from disuse, or because they had never been used...
I stared at all the weapons lining the walls, even spotting a box marked 'nails' that I recognized. I gulped a little. This was all too weird. Where was Johnny? Was Squee living next door yet? Imagine if-
My thought cut itself off as I forced myself to slowly back out of the room. I closed the door and simply stared at it for a moment, trying to process what I had seen... Which made me think a little.
"Well... That was sketchy to the max..." I murmured after a while.
Either Johnny hadn't been here for a long time, or he hadn't even arrived yet... I shook my head to clear it, deciding not to dwell upon it, and looked at the other door. If the last one had led to a room, then, according to what I'd seen outside the home, this one...
Grinning, I opened the door and stepped out and into the light-filled roof, or rather, the UFO landing pad, if my memory served me right, and it usually does.
"Sweet!" I cheered aloud, quickly moving to the edge. A soft breeze blew my hair back slightly, a refreshing change from the stuffiness I'd been experiencing earlier. "Roof top patio! Woot!" I shouted, imagining a few tables and chairs up here as I pumped my fists into the air, startled birds flying up from the neighborhood trees thanks to my loud shout.
I blushed, and glanced around nervously. 'I hope no one heard that...' I thought, blinking as I glanced back to the front yard. I tucked my hands behind my back, staring out over the city with a grin on my face. I could almost see onto the very center of the skyscrapers, and I had a pretty good view of the surrounding area. And...
I felt soooo tall!
I could see a park, Hurt park, was it called...? A ton of skyscrapers... A Bloaty's Pizza Hog... A Crazy Taco... A weird green house with lawn gnomes... The 'Skool'...
I did a double-take.
Weird green house with lawn gnomes? Zim!
I immediately grinned a little more.
That was something the Dib-beast would say...
...
Okay, now that was something Zim would say...
I am so weird... I need to get my head checked or something...
Then again, most characters in this world were morons, soooo...
Anyway, Johnny's house appeared to be on a large hill, – not large as in tall, but large as in wide – so we actually got a pretty good view of the main 'setting' the IZ Characters lived in. A few streets down from Zim's 'house', I spotted an electric 'fence' clad home painted a light grayish blue – Dib's house!
My grin only widened. Wow! Who would've thought that the first abandoned house we found would be so close to... Everything!
… Actually, me.
…
I mean, it's kinda obvious that that's how the whole thing would work. That's how it always seemed to happen in these kinds of stories anyway...
I turned around and went to the other side of the roof and looked down. I blinked in surprise. There was a largish backyard surrounded by a white picket fence, which had bare patches of dirt just ready for some plants, right below me was the cement patio with a large slidning glass door – did I forget to mention that I saw it in the kitchin? I did? Sorry – and in front of that was a... Pool! Sweeeeeeet! Wait until Sasha found out! It was just what she'd wanted!
I rushed downstairs in a matter of seconds – thanks to the magic powers of CARTOONS! – to tell my friend. But when I got to the room we'd left our bags in...
She wasn't there.
"Sasha?" I called, blinking. There wasn't a lot of places she could have gone... Even when you were her...
"Over here!" I heard her call, and turned around to see her dragging... What looked like a couch with a TV set on it up some very steep and sinister looking stairs on the other side of the room. She gave me a strained smile as she got the furniture up and onto the floor. "Look what I found!" She cried, ecstatic.
I rushed over to her side, and helped her drag the couch closer to the middle of the room, albeit with a bit of strained grunting. "You could have asked for some help!" I snapped as we let go of the brownish worn lump. I was annoyed that she hadn't asked for help... I would not have been happy if she got hurt... I frowned at her in disapproval, just to let her know.
"Yeah... But you were upstairs and I got bored after hanging the curtains..." I noticed with a shock that the boards on the windows were gone, replaced with white, neat-looking curtains... Which were pretty cute, actually. "So I went down into the basement to, you know, look around – it's CRAZY big down there! Also, there wasn't anything bad down there, don't worry – and I found... Stuff!" She grinned at me.
Oh yes, I loved 'stuff'. Because I knew exactly what she meant by 'Stuff'.
*Sigh...* Oh, well...
I grinned, lifting the old-fashioned TV up and off of the couch with a grunt. I stumbled over to the wall before I dropped it – not really, it's just an expression – by an old green, and slimy looking, outlet set in the wall. "Yeah, well... At least we got a TV!" I said, crouching down to carefully plug the cord into the slimy outlet. I stood up straight, turning to see that Sasha had pushed the couch a little closer to the TV and then and then had promptly crashed on it. She stared at me expectantly.
"So, what now?" She asked.
I pursed my lips, something I seemed to be doing a lot of lately. I hope that it wasn't going to become a trademark or something...
"Well... Do you want to clean up the house before we do anything else?" I asked. "A clean home is a happy home!" I grinned, and took off my Gir costume, tossing it over the TV because I was too lazy to put it somewhere proper.
Sasha groaned a little, but got up off of the couch. "Fiiiiinnnnneeeee... Ya neat-freak!" She moaned. (I was NOT a neat-freak!) "I think I saw some feather dusters when I was in the basement..." She said, crossing her arms. "But your doing most of the work, you know..." She added, an evil gleam in her eyes.
I sighed. "Of course I am..." I muttered.
…
'Woke up... This moooorning...'
I groaned a little and turned over, my eyes shutting tighter in defiance.
'The light came in just right with the raaaaain...'
"Shut up..." I moaned.
"It's not me!" Another voice snapped, and my own eyes snapped open as I jumped in surprise.
Sasha and I were curled up on either end of the couch, wrapped up all warm and snug in our sleeping bags since the, or rather our, house was rather cold. We'd been cleaning nonstop for hours and had finally collapsed around two AM or so, too tired to go to our new rooms.
Guh... We were exhausted, but at least the house was clean. Clean and germ free... Or, as a certain green alien-boy would say...
Lemony fresh victory was ours!
*Snicker.* Anyway, we had dusted and vacuumed and scrubbed until the place shone... Figuratively of course. To our surprise – not – we discovered that, despite the "ABANDONED" sign nailed into the front lawn – which we had removed, duh – the place still had electricity... Which was a plus.
Honestly, this world had a ridiculous amount of serendipity.
For those of you who don't watch 'Phineas and Ferb', that means luck.
"Then where the heck is that music coming from...?" I mumbled, sitting up and looking around, the sleeping bag slipping down to my hips and my hair a disorderly mess. I somewhat recognized the song... But where had I heard it before?
The lump of cloth and limbs that was my friend just grunted at me, shifting slightly as she hunkered into a fetal position, refusing reality... Something I wish I had the luxury of doing.
Alas, I was the slightly more sane and reasonable one in our duo...
Darn.
I blinked a little, waiting for my foggy brain to catch up with me. I yawned, listening to the girl singing the song sing something along the lines of; 'Thunder in the distance...' When my brain got slapped in the face and woke up.
"My phone!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Sasha just groaned a little as I scrambled to get out of my sleeping bag. I, of course, fell onto the floor, my head hitting the ground with a painful thud. "Dang it!" I muttered, flailing until I got our of the bag.
I stood up, looking around frantically as the pain faded away at a rate that was a little quicker than normal...
Then again, I had other things on my mind, things that were more important than pain.
"Where's my bag!" I yelped.
Sasha groaned again and shifted a little. "Kitchen table..." She muttered.
Within seconds, I was in the kitchen and at the rounded table, digging through my backpack. The song was just ending when I pulled my (Gir) green cellphone out of my bag and checked the screen. I groaned as soon as I read it, and pressed the red 'End Call' button.
I dejectedly turned my hand over and dropped the phone back into my bag and slowly trudged back into the living room. Lacking the energy, or will, to do anything else, I simply collapsed onto the couch, my head resting on the seat while the rest of me just splayed itself out over the ground.
"Who was it?" Sasha mumbled, finally emerging from her sleeping bag cocoon. She blinked at me sleepily, resembling an owl. We'd both forgotten to take off our glasses... Could they even come off? … Wait, yes they could, if I could push them up, then I could remove them... Right? Well... Hopefully.
I groaned. "No one..." I muttered, turning my head ever so slightly so that she could understand my muffled gloominess. "It was my Bloody alarm..."
Sasha let out a heart-stabbing wail and pulled the sleeping bag back over her face. "What time is it, then!" She squeaked.
"Five. In. The. Morning..." I muttered darkly, deciding that I hated myself for setting my alarm so early and forgetting to turn it off for summer. Curse me... CURSE MEEEEEE!
We both groaned loudly in union and just as we ran out of breath to complain with, there was a loud angry rumble of thunder and lightning lit up the room through the drawn curtains. We each took deep breaths and groaned again.
"And it's raining." I added morbidly.
Another unioned groan.
"I hate my life..."
"Me, too."
…
Miraculously, after about an half an hour of complaining in the dark, I managed to drag myself back up and onto the couch and we fell back asleep. When we woke back up, however, it was still raining cats and dogs... Figuratively.
…
Someone kicked at my legs, waking me up. I groaned and sent a glare Sasha's way. "What?"
"Is it still raining?" She asked, her voice muffled by the sleeping bag, which covered her face.
Reluctantly, I sat up and looked at the nearest window, which was right above the TV... And covered by curtains. "Can't tell." I yawned.
Sasha kicked my leg again. "So go check!" She ordered.
Swearing to high heaven in my head while simply grunting aloud, I unzipped my warm sleeping bag and trudged over to the window. Reluctantly, I pulled the curtains open and peered out at the front lawn. Raindrops stained the window while drowning everything else in the world.
"It's still raining." I said just as the sky lit up with lightning and thunder growled at me like some sort of demented sky-wolf... Or something. *Yawn* I was too tired for good analogies.
"So, what time is it?" Sasha asked, peaking out of her sleeping bag.
I shrugged, and grabbed the remote off of a small coffee table we'd set in between the TV and couch. "I donno." I said, and turned the TV on.
A small star-shaped flash appeared in the dark black of the screen and it soon expanded into an image of a gray-haired man in a blue suit. "-and if your just tuning in, this is the 9 o' clock news! Where we give you the most useless facts first, like for instance, if you run a lot, then you'll sweat, or; koala bears are cute!"
"Well... He's annoying." Sasha commented as the newsman went on and on about hair care products that made your hair turn green when they were supposed to... Idiot.
I shrugged, siting down on the couch as my friend sat up. "At least we know that it's around nine..." I mumbled.
The newsman-beast (Because that was what he was, evil thing) went on for maybe half an hour until he actually said something useful, and by then, Sasha and I had just about been reduced to drooling zombies. It was a wonder that we hadn't started lurching around, moaning for brains and biting people...
Then again, we did that already...
"Anyway!" The news-beast said after what felt like an eternity of boring. "The rain should be letting up around, oh, I don't know, four or five o' clock, and by then-"
"There!" I shouted, jumping up as I tuned out the rest of the man's speech. "Finally! Something useful!"
Sasha blinked, coming out of the boring fog her mind had been placed in because of the horrible newsman-beast. Honestly, they should just fire the guy. "Why's that useful?" She asked, tipping her head in confusion.
I crossed my arms as I turned in her direction, raising an eyebrow at her in a 'really?' fashion. "Well, if we're going to be living here, then we have to go get ourselves jobs." Sasha gasped in horror, eyes widening as she clutched at her chest. I simply ignored her drama and continued. "And, not to mention, we have to sign up for 'Skool'."
"But I don't wanna go back to schoooolllll!" Sasha cried, sounding like, well, like she was crying. "And we just got out of school... And I don't wanna joooobbb! And I'm tiiiiirrrrrreeeeed!"
I just rolled my eyes. "Come on, Zim and Dib are at Skool." I coaxed.
"Yeah, but we're teenagers! We won't even be in the same classes as them!" Sasha argued, kicking off her sleeping bag and crossing her arms in frustration, pouting.
"...If ya haven't already noticed, Sasha," I deadpanned. "We do look like twelve-year-olds!"
Sasha glared at me, something that was pretty scary if you had Dib-like glasses and as happy an attitude – most of the time – as her. "How are we gonna get jobs, though?" She demanded. "We, like you just said, look like kids!"
"Yes." I agreed. "So we'll just tell the school – er... 'Skool', that we're 12, if they ask. If they don't..." I shrugged, leaving that at that. "And then we'll tell the store owner our real age, and just say that we've got some rare genetic disorder that makes us so short!"
After a moment, the smile returned to my friend's face, lighting it up. "Well, that does make sense..." She mused.
I pumped my fist int the air. "YES!" I shouted. "She agrees with me for once!" It was a miracle!
"Don't get used to it..." Sasha yawned, standing back up.
I wilted a little. "Aw man... Why no – HEY!" I suddenly shouted, interrupting myself. I looked down at my arm, or more specifically, my wrist, where a slightly dirty white watch sat. "My WATCH! Cooool!"
Sasha blinked. "How did you not notice that?" She asked, scratching the back of her head slightly as she tipped it.
I shrugged. "I'm not a morning person, plus, it's, according to my watch..." I glanced at said watch, and my eyes widened in shock. "Hey! It's Thursday!" I yelped.
"What?" Sasha demanded, grabbing my arm suddenly, and jerking it towards her. Of course, she made me stumble forward, almost falling flat on my face. I sent a glare at her as she stared with wide eyes at my time-telling device. "Holy crab!" She cried, then blinked as I jerked my hand out of her grasp, starting to rub at it sourly. "But it was Saturday!" She complained. "How'd it skip back to Thursday? Or... Forward?" She gave me a confused look.
I held up my hands, as if to fend off her words. "Don't look at me. I'm not going to be the one to point out Jhonen's freaky logic and cause all of reality to crumble!"
Sasha stared at me a moment, looking slightly shocked. Then, her eyes narrowed and a grin spread it's way over her face. An evil grin.
"Hey..." She started.
I pointed accusingly – not to mention dramatically – at her. "Neither shall you!" I shouted, using my Dramatic Finger Pointing SKILLS.
Sasha frowned, crossing her arms as she pouted. "No fair..." She muttered.
I grinned at her. "So! Shall we shower?" I suggested.
"I guess..." She muttered, and kicked at the ground in frustration. She was very Gaz-like sometimes... So was I... Sometimes...
I rolled my eyes, heading to the kitchen. "Come on, you don't want all of Zim's comments about all humans being; "Ffffffiiiilthy stink-beasts!" to be true, do you?"
Sasha shrugged, following me into the kitchen. "I couldn't care less about what he calls us. He's Zim." She said as we started scrounging around in our bigger-on-the-inside bags.
I laughed, eying a scrunchie my mom had snuck into my bag in the hopes that I might wear my hair up. "I know right?" I said, tossing the scrunchie back into my bag. Like heck I'd wear my hair up.
Wearing it down made me look spooky!
We both lapsed into silence after that, digging through our bags for our outfits for the day. After a while of digging, we both noticed something rather peculiar...
"What the H!" I yelled, holding my shirt and pants in one clenched fist that I shook at the sky angrily. "All of these Bloody outfits are the same!" Not to mention none of them were the ones I had even packed!
It was true. All my shirts were the same, so were my shoes... And pants... Glancing over at my friend and seeing her bewildered and sour expression, I guessed that the same thing had happened to her. After a moment or two of me clutching my clothes in front of me, shaking in anger, and Sasha just staring at the clothes she had in her hand in shock, she shrugged.
"Well, what did you expect?" She asked. "All of the main character's clothes are the same every day... Why should we be any different?"
I wilted a little. "Fiiinnnneee... Whatever..." I muttered, already mourning the loss of my 'Annoying Orange' t-shirt. "Let's just get clean and get some jobs or something..."
As Sasha started to dramatically cry; "Noooooooooooooo!" I sighed, knowing, with all my heart, that we were doomed... Or at the least, the main characters of Invader Zim were...
Either way, when this was all over...
There wouldn't be a single shred of sanity left in this world...
Hope you enjoyed! But now, you must excuse me, for I am in terrible pain... And we're having fish tacos!