Hello again, everyone! I've updated! It's shorter, compared to the last one, but that's because THEY'RE MY CHAPTERS AND I CAN MAKE THEM AS LONG AS I WANT, MUA HA HA HA!

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Ha, no. Not really. It's just a shorter Chapter.

BUT! I do have an announcement.

I am still open to all episode requests, but because it is the next chapter, I will NOT count any reviews on THIS chap. that are JUST THE EPISODES!

I'm sorry. But, I think it would be kinda rude at this point to review ONLY with what you want in the story.

You're still welcome to it, okay? Just leave some feedback! Even a simple 'this was funny!' or, 'this was cool!' is acceptable.

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Cheers!

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This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening, this wasn't freaking happening!

No, no, no, no, no, no! NOPE! Not happening. This was some sort of crazy dream and I needed to FREAKING WAKE UP NOW!

…

I wasn't waking up. WHY wasn't I waking up?

It was crazy! All of this! It-

…

Crazy, that was it! Yes! I was crazy, I'd snapped! Gone bonkers! Taken the dive. And now I was laying on the ground twitching somewhere, drooling, and imagining all this because, Jhonen Vazquez was not at the door.

Sure, I could buy the whole 'teleported into Invader Zim' thing. Yes. But Jhonen actually taking time out of his day to visit? Nu-uh. I was crazy... Unless...

Unless he wasn't here to visit.

…

Crud.

"Uhm..." Jhonen's voice snapped me out of it and I blinked, spotting him looking down at me with slightly narrowed eyes. A small part of me cursed my shortness. "I'm at the right house, aren't I? You're Casey? Or... Sasha is it? No, wait, you're Casey, yeah."

Oh. He knew our names.

Heh.

AND our faces.

Crud.

Before me stood THE Jhonen Vazquez, comic, TV show, and apparent UNIVERSE creator, and one of my idols. He somehow knew my name and he somehow was aware enough of his own universe creating skills to know where Sasha and I – the intruders of his domain – were, and here he was, standing on the doorstep of the house that my friend and I had commandeered looking moderately confused, as far as I could tell – his face didn't give away much.

That scared me a bit, of course. I didn't like not being able to read someone.

And I could guesswhy he was here, and if I was right, it sure as heck wasn't to welcome us to the neighborhood.

Ever so slowly, I closed the door, all the while watching Mr. Vasquez's increasingly confused face. The door slid shut with a soft, peaceful click, and I calmly turned around. I stood there, silent or a moment and stared blankly ahead as thoughts rushed through my head, trying to collect and solidify. I was half excited and over joyed and half terrified.

I wanted to run screaming into my room and hide there forever, honestly, because this was just too weird. Jhonen was here! HERE!

I paused in my freaking out suddenly and blinked. Yes... Jhonen was here, true. And, even if he was 'cartoonized'... He was still just a guy. A guy I admired a lot, sure, but a human guy nonetheless...

I needed to calm down. So what if he was JHONEN! So WHAT?! He was just a person!

Shaking a little, steeling myself, I turned back around and opened the door again, staring up at Jhonen, who looked rather confused. "... Hi." I said, blinking widely.

Jhonen quirked an eyebrow a little, half grinning. "Uh, hello. I... Suppose I should have introduced myself a little more... Subtly."

"Oh, naaah." I said, shaking my head a little, still feeling... Off, I guess would be the way to explain it. Oooh, maybe I'd gone into shock? "I would've shut the door in your face regardless of how you introduced yourself." I giggled awkwardly. "Uh... I guess you probably wanna come in or something..." I said, opening the door wider and stepping aside.

Jhonen grinned, stepping inside. "Well, yes, it is kinda 'my' house but, you know, 'politeness'." He certainly acted like it was his house. He strolled into the living room, not showing any of that usual... Ah, timidness, someone would normally show while entering a house they didn't live in. "Oooh!" He said as I pushed the door shut, turning around to stare at him as he stood in the middle of the room, hands on his hips and a grin on his face. "You put up curtains! Homey." He sent me a cheeky grin.

"Yeah... Homey." I said slowly, walking, slow like my words, towards the kitchen, unconsciously inching my way around the grinning red-head. "Uhm, give me a sec... I gotta get Sasha... Uh... Do whatever you want to, I guess..." I said, and darted into the kitchen.

Sasha looked up at me from her spot sitting in the chair we'd used to get onto the counter top. She raised an eyebrow at me as I quickly darted up to her. "What? What is it? Who was at the door?" She asked, swallowing a mouthful of cookie – the crumbs of which were still on her chin – and sounding slightly worried. I must've looked a little freaked out or something...

Well of course I did.

Who wouldn't?!

I gulped, praying to all Gods known to man – and woman – that she wouldn't freak. "Uh... No one in particular..." I said slowly. My voice was a BIT higher than normal, however, and Sasha narrowed her eyes at me. "And, uh, well... I let them in for... Reasons..." I said slowly, then quickly continued, deciding to get it over with. "And by that, I mean that Jhonen Vasquez is making himself at home in the living room." I closed one eye and hunched my shoulders, giving her a nervous look, waiting for Sash to Fan-S'plode.

For a second, a crazy grin spread over her face, her eyes lighting up, and then, to my surprise, it was gone, and she was laughing. I stared at her in confusion. "Oh come ON, Casey!" Sasha said, seeing my look. "Did you honestly think that I'd believe that?" She snorted. "That was a pretty weak joke."

I stared at he before frowning. "I'm SERIOUS!" I said, throwing up my hands. "Why would I kid about – welll... I see what you're getting at, but I'm being serious right now! He's really there!"

Sasha rolled her eyes, hopping off of the counter. "SUUREE! And I'm the magical talking notebook of Yack!" She snickered at her own joke before yelping as I suddenly grabbed her arm and started to drag her towards the door. "CASEEEYY" She whined. "Stop it!" She pouted at me.

"No." I said quite plainly. I wasn't lying and – crazy meltdown via Sasha or not – she was gonna see that.

I easily dragged her into the living room and spotted Jhonen just... Standing in the middle of the room, hands in his trench coat pockets as he shifted from heel to toe, humming to himself. Weirdly normal. Huh. Okay? He spotted Sash and I, and I heard Sasha gasp as he grinned widely at us.

"See?" I snapped, releasing Sasha to point at him, other fist clenched at my side. I stopped my – embarrassingly Zimmish – pose in favor of defaulting to my tilted hip, arms crossed pose. I raised my eyebrow at her as she stared at Jhonen in shock, mouth opening and closing for a moment as her wide eyes seemed to come close to bursting.

"Casey... That's Jhonen Vasquez." Sasha stated after a moment, pointing at the red-headed man and looking at me, as if I didn't know that already.

"Hi." Said Jhonen. He raised a hand and half waved.

"That's Jhonen Vasquez." I confirmed with a nod, grinning nervously.

"He's standing in the living room." Sasha said.

"He is standing in the living room." I repeated, nodding again, that twitchy, nervous grin still on my face. Dang I wish it would go away.

Sasha blinked at me, and then suddenly grinned and I mentally shuddered. It was her infamous 'Evil' and 'Spooky' grin. "Can I hug him?" She asked quietly, starting to shake in excitement.

"No!" I snapped, slightly horrified, and Jhonen snickered. I looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. "I suppose you're used to that, huh?" I asked before my voice could get that 'squeaky' tone to it again.

"Yes." Said Jhonen, grinning. "The horror of it tends to fade in and out, though... Depending on my sanity that day." He said this all so seriously I could only raise an eyebrow at him. Okay... So he WAS a little insane after all... Point to the Fangirls, I guess.

I was slightly surprised when he grinned again. He was pretty cheerful for someone who found it so easy to slide into a cynical and dark state of mind in his works.

"What are you doing here?!" Sasha asked, grinning excitedly, then she suddenly frowned, taking a step back and seeming to shrink a little. "Are we in trouble?"

I frowned too, looking at Jhonen nervously and yet defiantly. If he blamed US for this whole thing, then he was gonna get it! It wasn't our fault! And if he thought that it was...

"Oh, no." Jhonen said, shaking his head. I just stopped by to see how you two were... Adjusting..." He said slowly.

Sasha and I blinked at him. "Adjusting?" I echoed, staring at him. "Uh, well... Good, I think... We got jobs, and we're using this place for shelter..." That sounded pretty lame, actually. I wasn't sure if it was just the tone of my voice or the actual content.

"AND we're going to 'Skool'!" Sasha added, her voice a bit more enthusiastic than mine. Of course it was, Sasha was a much more cheerful person. Thank goodness for that. I depressed myself enough on my own. "That's fun!" She continued.

I nodded at her words, and Jhonen nodded. "Yes, I'd noticed." At my raised eyebrow, he continued. "I... Might have been keeping an eye on you." He shrugged, not seeming to care about my shocked look. "What? You expected me not to keep an eye on you two?"

I blinked. "Uhh... Well, no... It was, sorta... Expected... But hearing it makes it sound... Slightly creepy... And stalkerish." I admitted, frowning a little. Jhonen was creeeeeepy...

"I think it's cool!" Sasha said, grinning. She didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that we'd been watched by a man we didn't know – at least not personally – for an unknown amount of time and in an unknown way. Nope. Didn't bug her, apparently.

Guh. Sometimes I wished I had her ability to not over-think things and just accept them...

I just elbowed her and shook my head, rolling my eyes.. I looked at Jhonen, raising an eyebrow. "Er... How were you watching us? Like... Through the window? Or... As an omnipresent entity?"

To my surprise, Jhonen laughed. "You like asking questions, don't you?" He asked and I blushed a little in embarrassment. He just laughed again. "Why don't we sit down? I'll explain... Well, not everything – what fun would that be – but some useful... Stuff."

"Uhm, sure." I said, stealing a glance at Sasha before starting towards the couch. Sash and I sat down and I watched nervously as Jhonen pushed the coffee table back slightly and sat down on it, folding his legs into a pretzel. He grinned at us expectantly and, feeling a bit awkward, I glanced at Sasha. She was just grinning – albeit sheepishly – at everything.

"So!" Jhonen said a bit loudly, breaking the awkward silence. "How did you two get here, anyway?"

I blinked at him. I was, admittedly, pretty distrustful of 'Jhonen' who, as far as I was guessing, was actually just the real Jhonen's cameo. Of course, he was the real Jhonen HERE, but... Not in the real world... Though this world WAS pretty real...

… I should stop thinking like that. I'm confusing myself.

Anyway, I didn't totally trust him. Sure, he was JHONEN, and probably knew how we ended up here, ect. But... I just couldn't completely trust him – just hope that he'd tell the truth, I guess...

Trust... Now that was something I was skittish about... I trusted almost everyone of the people I knew, and yet... I didn't. No. Not completely, at least... Sasha was the exact opposite, of course. She trusted only certain people, and they were always the kind of people she knew she could trust...

I heaved a sigh, steeling myself and telling myself to get over it, and started talking.

"Well..." I started slowly. "Sasha and I were camping..."

Jhonen interrupted me, looking interested. "Are you two sisters?"

I shook my head. "Uh... No..." I said, blinking. Why did everyone ask that?

"I wish!" Sasha said grinning and I sent her a smile.

"Oh." Jhonen said slowly before continuing. "How old are you?"

I raised my eyebrow at him. Weird questions... But Jhonen was a weird guy. "We're both fourteenish... I would've been fifteen in October, but we seem to have gone to September here... Which is neat." I said.

Jhonen immediately looked surprised. "What? Really? Fourteen? WOW you guys are short."

I gave him a flat look. "Thanks." I deadpanned, ignoring his somewhat amused smile. "Anyway, we were camping, planning on doing some writing and stuff – we had snacks, which was fun – when..." I blinked. "Wait, it was the lantern!" I clarified. Or rather, remembered. Geeze, I needed to work on my memory...

"Lantern?" Jhonen asked, seeming interested. "What lantern? What happened?"

And then, to my surprise, Sasha spoke up, sounding... Guilty? "Uhm, there was this old lantern – it was my dad's – and we were drinking soda, you know? And I tried throwing one to Casey, but it missed an hit the lantern."

"And that sent you here?" Jhonen asked, seeming to get excited, but Sasha shook her head and he seemed to calm down, a little disappointed.

"Uh, no. It just shut it off, so Casey managed to get it working again, and then I opened the soda, you know? And it sorta... Spilled all over the lantern. So I waited outside our tent – we were camping in the back yard." She smiled faintly before continuing. "Uhm, anyway, Cas went to go get a towel from the house, but then our bags suddenly rolled into the tent so I stuck my head in to see what was up and saw this weird, swirling, purplish portal thingy and I, well... I... Poked it."

Jhonen blinked. "You... POKED... It?" He repeated, not seeming to believe his ears as he stared at her, leaning forward a little. "Why would you do that?"

Sasha shrugged, not meeting his gaze and I immediately felt sympathetic. "I dunno... I just did... It was really stupid and it sent us here and it's all my fault!" She looked at Jhonen, now. "I'm really sorry!"

It was funny how a shock like seeing Jhonen – freaking – Vasquez could snap Sasha out of her guiltless daze and actually GET to her like this... Make her feel guilty...

… I didn't like it.

Not one bit. Not one freaking BIT.

"Oi!" I snapped angrily, and Sasha jumped, looking from Jhonen to me. "Don't blame this on yourself! Don't you dare!" I poked her shoulder with a finger, glaring at her with a raised eyebrow. "It was a freak-flippin'-accident! Okay?" I looked at the slightly surprised Jhonen. "Okay?"

Jhonen immediately held up his hands. "I wasn't going to blame anyone, actually." He said, sounding a bit snappish.

I snorted a little and looked at Sasha. "Good." I muttered, then grinned when I saw Sasha regaining a lop-sided smile. Something flicked in my brain and I looked back at Jhonen. "How DID we get here, anyway?" I asked. "Worm-hole?"

Jhonen raised a finger and opened his mouth to speak only to pause, blinking at me. "Uh, yes, actually..." He said slowly.

"Figured." I muttered, frowning. I wanted to know exactly how the worm-hole had sent us here, and why. Of course I did, I was just naturally curious! But, I doubted that Jhonen knew how to fully explain the mechanics of a worm-hole. "So, what? It was just a random coincidence that WE got sent here, right? Of course it was. But WHY here? WHY an Invader Zim Universe of all places?! And why is there an Invader Zim Universe in the first place?" I gave him a look while Sasha just looked vaguely interested.

Jhonen looked slightly overwhelmed for a moment before, surprisingly, he pouted. "Well, I guess I can't easily impress you." He muttered sourly. "Darn."

"I read a lot." I deadpanned, not totally surprised by the man's childishness. "Now explain... Please." I added, some shyness and fear crawling back because – Jhonen, people, Jhonen.

Jhonen 'psh'-ed before putting his hands in his lap. "Well, look at it this way – you just happened to make your camp in a weak spot in your Universe. A weak 'Wall', if you will. A wall is where two universes touch." He added, though I had figured as much. "Apparently, the energy released from the lantern, or whatever was in the soda combined with the lantern, was just enough to poke a hole in the wall, a worm-hole."

I nodded a bit. "Cool." I admitted.

"Awesome!" Said Sasha.

"Anyway," Jhonen continued, seemingly ignoring us. "Something called Multiverse Theory says that there are infinite amounts of universes – and dimensions – surrounding us, all spinning and doing their own thing. But they're moving too... Like bubbles floating in a bath tub that has some sort of freaky current thing going for it. When they bump together, it's called a 'Clash', and sometimes Clashes make 'Walls'. Sometimes they're BIG, HUGE things, like the Bermuda Triangle – but that's still kinda small compared to some Walls – and sometimes they're small, like the one you two accidentally tapped into.

"But, you gotta wonder what's in the other universes, right? Infinite universes, all over the place, and we've got no idea what's in them, right? Well... We've got SOME ideas... Mostly because we make half of them, or they – 'they' being images or things from a different universe – bleed into our dreams sometimes and bring us 'original' ideas... Like an H.P. Lovecraft sort of thing. The guy wasn't insane, he was just more susceptible to other universes." Jhonen added.

"Wait, wait." Sasha interrupted Jhonen, who'd started waving his hands around and making faces as he talked. Kinda like I did... Wow. I really WAS insane, wasn't I? "You said 'make'." Sash continued. "We can't MAKE universes! … Can we?" She looked from Jhonen to me and I felt the barest tickle of an idea in the back of my head. Nothing solid, but a theory, at least...

"Well," the red-head continued, looking a little annoyed at being interrupted, yet amused by Sasha's curiosity. "There's this thing called a Tulpa-"

My gasp interrupted him and he and Sash's heads snapped around to look at me as I covered my mouth, the theory that had been tickling at me before now flooding my mind. "Casey? Casey, you okay? What is it?" Sasha asked. Her eyes widened as I suddenly giggled.

"No way... No freaking way!" I said to myself. That... That was incredible! All... All the new possibilities! All the new ideas, theories, what-have-you, it was amazing!

"You know what a Tulpa is?" Jhonen asked, seeming mildly surprised.

I, in return, was mildly offended. "I read... A lot." I repeated my earlier statement, crossing my arms and glaring at him. "I watch a lot of Syfy, too..." I admitted, frowning and blushing.

"But what's a TULPA?!" Sasha snapped, and I immediately felt bad for ignoring her.

"A thoughtform!" I said excitedly. When she just stared at me blankly I blinked, giving her a disbelieving look. "Really?" I asked. "Really? You of all people don't know what a thoughtform is?!" I would have thought that SASHA would know, seeing as it could be categorized under her interests...

Sasha shook her head, looking vaguely annoyed. "Uhm, nooo... What is it?"

Jhonen spoke up. "It's mental energy manifested into something real through concentration. Sorta a... Brain-fart." He grinned.

Sasha just blinked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Uhm..."

"Okay!" I started, getting an idea, though amused by Jhonen's comment.

I'd just explain it in the way that she'd understand the most easily, then.

With a reference to television.

Brilliant.

So began the monologue.

"Remember that one 'Supernatural' episode? Where those two – idiotic – ghost hunters were putting photos of that old house up on their website? And they took a photo of that one symbol painted on the wall? And it turned out to be one of those Tibetan 'mind-focusing' symbols? So when they told those stories about the man who murdered everyone, and how his ghost still haunted the place, everyone who read about it believed them, and thought about it soooo much that they made a 'fake' ghost?" I rambled, motioning with my hands a lot.

"Oh, yeah!" Sasha gasped, blinking. "Everyone thought about it so much that it came true – they made the ghost with their minds! COOOOL!" She frowned. "But what does that have to do with this...?"

"Well, think of it this way;" Jhonen piped up and I looked over at him to see his slightly amused look. "THIS universe is a Tulpa-Universe, which means a bunch of people thought about Invader Zim enough to actually make a universe... And more than one, of course, seeing as everyone has their own opinion or way of interpreting something." He grinned a little. "It was just dumb luck that you two managed to get into one and not a Zombie-Apocalypse universe or an airless universe or something else horrifying and potentially deadly..."

Sash and I mulled that over for a moment. That was... Kinda scary, knowing that we could've just as easily died as come into THIS universe... We could have died, period.

We were insanely lucky and just thinking about what could have happened made the pit of my stomach drop into an imaginary bottomless pit.

So I just decided to count my lucky stars and try not to think about it, anymore.

"Wait." Sasha said. "You said more than one – and I get what that means; that there's more than one Invader Zim universe and we managed to land in one, I'm not super stupid – but... Does that mean that other TV shows could have their own universes?" That was a valid – and interesting – question and I leaned forward to hear Jhonen's answer.

He just nodded, shrugging. "Yep."

"Coooool!" Sasha squealed, laughing. I was about to join in, but...

Oh.

Oh, no...

I'd been pushing this thought away a lot, but... I... Had to ask...

"... How do we get home?"

My quiet comment made both Sasha and Jhonen's eyes widen as they looked at me. Sasha with sudden fear, and Jhonen with shock. He blinked at me before his head tilted and I got the feeling that he was looking away from us. He shifted uncomfortably. "To be honest, I have no idea..." He said quietly and I felt my stomach sink. He looked back at us. "The worm hole you two came in through collapsed in on itself as soon as you entered this universe, and another one has yet to open that leads back to your world... And, well, it's nearly impossible to predict when one might. It could be days, it could be years, it's impossible to tell..."

Sasha and I sat in silence for a moment, thinking.

So... We might never be able to go home? We might never see our parents again? Our pets? Our friends? Our family? Teachers?

… That... Wasn't good... No. Not at all... But...

… I... Didn't feel all that bad about it, honestly... It wasn't the end of the world... And, knowing the Invader Zim universe, sooner or later a worm-hole would appear, right?

… Well... I'd just have to hope for the best... Right? That's all I could do at this point.

Hope for the best, and live my life to the best of my abilities in this world...

And... Hey! I was pretty good at 'IZ-style', wasn't I? I could probably make a living doing 'realism' drawings.

Oh, how ironic.

I looked over at Sasha to see that she looked vaguely lost, and I put a hand on her shoulder.

"There's something else I have to tell you." Jhonen said after a moment and Sash and I looked up at him, blinking. "You transported here at the beginning of the 'series' so to speak. Right now, we're right after the 'first episode' – you two missed it 'house hunting'. But more importantly, that changes a LOT of things." He blinked. "Seeing as you're now in the beginning of the series, the future is now more... Fuzzy than it should be."

We raised our eyebrows at him and he continued.

"It won't be too different, of course, this universe will still follow the 'episode' time line, but now you two are in it, and it's gonna be slightly off and more susceptible."

I thought that over for a second. "So, what? It's like... A series re-start?" I asked. "Does that basically mean that anything could happen in the 'episodes'?" A bit of fear crawled into my voice. This was weird...

According to Jhonen, Sasha and I somehow affected the universe to the point where things could change...

… I did not like the ideas rushing through my head – accedental character death, missing episodes... Just... Creepy, paradox-ish time-warpy junk that wasn't exactly pleasant to reside on...

… Man, I watched WAY too much Doctor Who. One glance at Sasha told me that she wasn't NEARLY as freaked out as I was...

Dang.

"Yes." Jhonen said, answering my question and bringing me out of my internal arguments and worries. "But it also means that it's your universe, so to speak." He stood and walked behind the couch, making Sash and I turn around in our seats and kneel, watching him over the back of it as he paced. "Of course, you don't have any really overwhelming control over it, but you influence it." He grinned. "To put it simply, it's like real life now. It's not gonna change that much. It'll still follow the episodes and such, like I'd said, but now you two interact with it. It's like someone re-wrote the series and put you two in it, just as you are now, with all the same knowledge... Literally anything could happen, at this point."

I frowned, glancing at Sasha who looked as confused as I felt. "But... We're not that influential, are we? We're not THAT special! We can't be!" I argued, looking over at Jhonen, who smirked.

"That's just it, isn't it? You AREN'T! At least, not in you're own universe, you aren't." He glanced at us before continuing his pacing, hands behind his back. "But here, you know things. You understand things, you have knowledge of what is going to happen next – to an extent. And you know your characters." He sent a pointed glance at me that left me feeling confused. "You COULD be a big influence... But, of course, we don't know that for sure yet, do we? You've yet to influence anything too much, other than adding a bit more paranoia, and, really, it all depends on how you react and what you do..." He stopped, looking at us. "It IS real life now, new lives, for the both of you..." He frowned, crossing his arms. "I'm sorry this happened to you two, I really am. You're young, and I doubt that an adult could have handled this all as well as you have... And I feel rotten about it, but now I have to leave."

I blanched. "What?! You're leaving? After saying all this crazy science-y stuff?" If possible, I felt more confused now than I had been before Sasha looked equally as confused and angered as I did.

"You can't just DO that!" Sasha yelled and we jumped off the couch as Jhonen started for the door.

To our surprise, Jhonen gave us a cheeky grin as Sash and I stood by the couch. glaring after him. "Well, you know, I've got places to be, people to meet!" He opened the door. "You should be fine, as long as you don't do anything too stupid. It's a cartoon, but that doesn't mean you're indestructible! But, if you get into some serious trouble – and I mean life-or-death-or-potential-injury serious – then just call my name." And with that, he stepped out the door, a grin plastered on his face. "Have fun!" He called, then disappeared out of our site and into the now dark outside, the door slamming shut behind him.

That jerk.

Sasha and I stood there, looking at the door in shock . We stood like that for a minute or two before Sasha looked at me, eyes wide. "What just happened?" She asked, voice horse.

I blinked, slowly. "I... Think Jhonen just came into our commandeered home and told us that we've been sucked into – and are now stuck in for an unknown amount of time – a mold-able universe created by a bunch of people who thought about Invader Zim for so long because they had no life that it became energy, then a universe or dimension or whatever, and that it's now a 'blank page' of sorts for us to interact with. I think he expects us to live here, now." I said, voice flat.

"... Ah." Sasha said quietly. "So... What do we do now?"

I sighed, suddenly rubbing at my temples as a headache suddenly bloomed and festered. "Well, I'm gonna take a nice, long, warm shower and go to bed and try to wrap my head around all this." I looked at her. "What are you gonna do?" I asked, concerned for her.

Sasha blinked. "Eat a candy bar and listen to my music until I fall asleep and try not to go more insane than I already am."

A usual Sashanistic response.

"Excellent." I said and walked off to my room to get some clothes.

My mind was such a mess... I didn't even know what to concentrate on anymore... Or whether I was still sane or not.

I was gonna have to sleep this one off...

That jerk.

Ta-da! Yet another chapter, finished!

Many apologies if you did not like how I've portrayed Jhonen. Seeing as I've never met him, nor know him as closely as i know my Invader Zim Cannon characters, I could not be too accurate.

And Jhonen, if you ever see my work, or this chapter - like in my nightmares - I am TERRIBLY sorry.

...

Personally, this Chap felt a little rushed to me.

I re-wrote it a couple of times, though, because I didn't like how any of them turned out.

I guess it's just one of those Chapters you always feel is terrible...

(truth be told, one of the original chapter-versions had a lot of Casey-ranting going on... Maybe when this whole story is over, I'll post it as a separate 'spoof' story?)