I feel angry, very angry that I've did such a crappy chapter previously. I hate to disappoint people.
So I shall make it up to you all. By this. Wrestling! Yes! On the right corner, weighing seven pounds and has one hell of a nice pair of glasses iiiis the Dinkle-nator!
Velma: What? Huh? How did I get here?
Ooooon the left corner, weighing eleven pounds and has the most awful scarf I have ever seen iiiis the Blondie- Bondie!
Fred: It's an ascot! An ascot!
Shaggy shuffled to the centre of the wrestling ring. He was wearing a chequered black and white shirt. Velma was wearing a red and orange wrestling suit, along with a mask and glasses. Fred was wearing a nice pink suit along with an orange scarf and tights, chosen and made by yours truly.
Velma: You.
Fred: Who, me?
Velma: You're going down. Down town.
Fred: But I just been to town.
Shaggy: Right. I want a clean match. So play nicely.
As the bell went 'ring-ding' Velma ran head first into Fred, Fred jumped out of the way just in time. Velma bounced off the ropes. It was like a game of pin-ball, Velma bounced crazily around the ring. Shaggy retreated to the outside of the ring, trembling like an old woman at a cold bus stop bench. Ooo simile.
Fred: Velma, I don't want to hurt you-
Velma punched Fred in the jaw. Fred fell backwards. ONE. TWO. THREE- Oh look he's back up again.
Fred: That's it, Dinkley, you are dead.
Velma: Eeep.
Meanwhile, back at Blakes Manor. Daphne plan to kill me. Shush. She doesn't know I'm here. Tee hee.
Snape: That should do it. Just spike her drink and she'll drop dead like a fly.
Daphne: Oh thank you. Wait, I don't want her dead. Just sleeping.
Snape: Hmm… that's what I said… sleeping potion…
Daphne: Never mind. I'd go and ask some guy called Sylar. He's nice, and he said he'll get her off my show for free.
Snape: Whatever. I'll take my business else where.
Oh crud. That's not good. I think I'll evaporate into the ceiling before she-
Daphne: Ah- ha! I knew you were there!
Daphne pressed a button to drop a cage down on me. A bunch of villains jumped out of the closet. There was Sylar, Dark vader, Mr Burns, the Joker, the Master, Invader Zim, Mr Crocker and Santa.
Daphne: So, what have you got to say, Tigriss?
Can I have your autographs? Please?
Dark Vader: No.
-Insert my sad face here-
Back at the wrestling match, Velma was holding Fred down, twisting his leg painfully.
Velma: Do you give up, yet?
Fred: Yes! Yes! Have mercy!
Shaggy counted to ten as Fred laid half dead on the floor. The audience roared Velma's name as she lifted up the golden belt proudly. Now, back to my cage. And my magical fictional power is fading. Oh no!
Daphne: Oh look I'm beginning to see her… she has a big head.
Zim: Just like the human worm. Dib. Urrrgh, I hate the humans.
Master: I hate humans too, lets be friends and destroy all humanity.
Joker: Lets have a PARTY.
Master: Oh, and we'll play scissor sisters. I love that band.
Zim: Indeed, I enjoy human music too. I think we'll split Earth up between us-
Ooo! Can I join in?
Master: No.
-Insert even sadder face here-
Sylar: I call dips on Australia.
Santa: Damn. I wanted Australia.
Dark Vader: Now, Sylar, that wasn't fair-
Sylar: Shut up, you aren't my dad.
Dark Vader: I am your father.
Mr Crocker: FAIRIES!
Daphne: Guys! Why are you all obsessed on killing all humans?
Mr Burns: I don't, I'm just here for the entertainment.
Mr Crocker: I just want to capture fairies.
Daphne: Well, do it in your own time. Right now, I want you to take care of this floating head… thing.
Oi! I don't insult your hair!
Daphne: My hair? What's wrong with it?
What's RIGHT with it?
Daphne: Oh, whatever. Anyway, guys-
Villains: Yeees?
Daphne: Don't break anything…
Daphne turned her heel and headed out the door, the villains turned to me.
Master: So… your floating… what are you? What species are you?
I'm a human from a parallel universe, where all of you are fictional characters and I'm a fan typing stories on my laptop.
The villains burst out laughing at my answer, which made me feel sad. Sadder than an half eaten piece of chocolate cake.
Zim: YOU LIIIIE!
Dark Vader: Tell us the truth. Oh I will use the force to make you to.
I am telling the truth. Sheesh. I might as well as not talk to you guys. God I really need someone to save me right now. Perhaps the Doctor-
Master: On vacation.
Batman?
Joker: He's having his suit dry cleaned.
Hero? Claire? Bennet? Peter?
Sylar: They're… busy at the moment.
Cosmo? Wanda? Timmy?
Mr Crocker: At School.
Dib? Gaz?
Zim: My show has been discontinued.
Obi-Wan Kenobi? Luke?
Dark Vader: Obi-Wan is dead. Luke is at counselling.
HOMER?
Mr Burns: You can't be serious.
THE EASTER BUNNY?
Santa: Now, you're being childish. The Easter bunny is hibernating. Duh.
Oh WHO will save me? Boo-hoo.
Dark Vader: Don't cry.
B-but… I'm all by myself… and I've got lots of homework and my new English teacher… is MEAN TO ME!
Master: Stop it, I can't look at someone crying…
Zim: Snot is dribbling out of your nostrils. It's gross, human head.
Sylar: Please stop it. I might cry too.
Santa: Have a hanky, kiddo.
Th-thanks…
Master: I remember when I went to school… back at Gallifrey and the academy.
Dark Vader: Obi-Wan was so stern with me when I was learning to become a Jedi.
Zim: Yeah, it's all part of growing up. The Tall ones always kicked me until I did something right.
Mr Crocker: I'm stern on the pupils, because of what my teacher used to do to me.
Joker: I'm scared of clowns.
Everyone turned to the Joker blankly. Because he IS a clown… which is really weird. Yet again, Batman is afraid of Bats. Crocker is afraid of fairies. Dark Vader is scared to look in the mirror.
Santa: Do you have to do that. Speak out loud?
I'm a Narrator. I have to. Just like you guys have to be evil, which I respect.
Mr Burns: Really? You respect us?
Yeah. Totally. You guys deserve a hug. If I had arms, I would hug you all.
Daphne: Right, guys, I'm back-
Daphne walked in to see the group of bad guys crying like overgrown babies and the cage wide open.
Daphne: Oh, GREAT! THAT'S JUST GREAT!