Title: Granny of Doom
Word count: 195
Fandom: HTTYD Books & Invader Zim crossover
Summary: Mrs. Bitters isn't quite sure how she ended up in the Dark Ages.
Notes: Mrs. Bitters and Bearcub's grandmother are just a little too similar for that to be a coincidence, don't you think? XD
"Doom," the old lady muttered to herself. "I told them doom would come, and here it is!" She spat on the icy ground. She wasn't exactly sure how she had ended up in the Dark Ages, side by side with Northern Wanderers, but it didn't really matter.
The boy who thought he was her grandson—honestly, she had no idea where his real granny had gone—sniveled and cried on the ground next to her. She glared at him, tempted to smack some sense into him, but resisted the thought.
"Idiotic children," she mumbled. She had hated her teaching job at the skool, and she hated being chained to her 'grandson'. It was almost the same thing, actually.
Well, at least she had been right about their doom. Everyone's doom. Back at the skool, Zim and Dib had destroyed everything, and somehow she was sent back in time, where she predicted the Wanderers' doom as well.
"Doom, doom, doom, doom," she muttered before dozing off into a light sleep. She did hate those Vikings who had imprisoned her. She grinned in her sleep as she dreamed of what their dooms would be like.
Yes, doom for everyone.