A/N: Alright guys, you asked for it. The group will be reading the next chapter of "Zatch's Home for Imaginary Friends". I own nothing
"So?" Folgore asked, staring at the group. "Should we?"
The group looked at each other. It seemed like a good story so far, but who knows, the rest of it could have been complete and utter crap. Kiyo couldn't help worrying if it would turn out to be some kind of lemon between either him and Frankie or Folgore and Frankie. Kiyo sighed.
"Go ahead." Kiyo groaned after awhile. "Let's see what happens."
A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys!! D It means a lot to me. And don't worry, there are not gonna be any lemons between Kiyo&Frankie or Folgore &Frankie.
Kiyo sighed with relief. Folgore on the other hand...
"Aw." Folgore muttered. The group gasped. Folgore's mouth twitched.
"Uhh, did'a I'a say that out loud?"
The group nodded slowly.
"Ya know," Kiyo said, eyeing the sweating man strangely. "you really need a girlfriend."
I'm not that much of a perv XD
"Random question," Kiyo began, turning to face most of the group. "what kinda pervert writes these 'lemon' stories anyway?"
Folgore whistled nervously.
On with da fic!
Wilt was pretty awesome. He showed them the tea room, the bedrooms, the kitchen, the bathroom, and all that other nifty stuff. When they got to the laundry room, someone dropped a sock. Gasping, Wilt grabbed it, made it into a little ball and threw it into the basket.
"Argh! Another stolen scene!" Folgore shrieked, practically tearing some of his hair out.
Wilt looked sooo manly when he did that.
"Why do I have the odd feeling that this Wilt is quite the fangirl magnet?" Kiyo sighed.
"That was awesome!" Zatch and Kanchome cried out, clapping. Wilt grinned at them.
"He is soooo much cooler than Folgore." Kanchome thought.
Folgore shot his poor little mamodo a glare. Kanchome sweatdropped.
"Oh, so that's'a how you'a feel, is'a it?" Folgore asked angerly, his vein popping.
"N-no. No!" The shaking mamodo child stammered, his little eyes shifting. "Of c-course not!"
Finally, they came to one last room. Wilt frowned.
"Um, I don't know if you guys wanna see this ro-"
"Of course we do!" Tia cried, pushing Wilt over and opening the door.
"I'm not that pushy," Tia stated, looking around the room. "am I?"
The group was silent. Zatch coughed.
Tia gasped. Standing there was the ugliest creature ever. It had lopsided eyes and lips, was green, and had an elephant like trunk.
"Sounds sexy." Megumi giggled.
"Vhat are you doing here?!" It shrieked, looking at the group. "Get out! Get out!! GET OUT!!!"
The group (including Wilt, how could I forget the sweet, cute-
"Yes," Kiyo groaned. "we get it. Wilt's a hottie. Can we PLEASE get on with the story?"
and sporty IF?) ran for their lives. When they finally got to safety, Wilt told to group about that thing.
"That was Duchess." He said, frowning. "She is not nice. Don't ever, ever, EVER get in her way."
The group nodded.
"Let's go." Wilt said. The group nodded again and followed him. While they were walking, Kiyo was sure he heard something behind them. He turned around. Nothing. He shrugged.
"Must be my imagination." He thought.
They walked into the kitchen.
"Hey, what's that?" Zatch asked, pointing to a bird-airplane-plant thingy.
"Coco?" It said.
"Uh, no thanks." Kiyo said, raising his eyebrow.
"Coco?" It said, turning to Zatch.
"Yes." He replied, smiling.
"Coco?"
"Yes."
"Coco?"
"Yes."
"Coco?"
"Yes!"
"Coco?"
"Okay, that's'a it!" Folgore cried, throwing up his hands. "I'a can't'a take anymore! It's'a just a big copy of the show."
Folgore couldn't take the crappiness of fanfictions anymore. The poor man fell to the floor in a nervous breakdown, sobbing. The group just stared at him. Kanchome gasped.
"Oh no, Folgore are you okay?" He cried, kneeling down. "Don't worry, I'll get you back up. Iron Man Folgore! In-vin-s-"
"STOP SINGING!" The group shrieked.
Yes, it was short and shitty. Whatever. I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Goodbye.