A WalkA/N: Okay I really have no idea where this came from but I got a random idea and wrote it anyway. Unfortunately this hasn't been edited as much as my other stories so it might actually be terrible I'm sorryA Walk in General Fiction More Like This
Three sharp raps on the door with his knuckles, then he withdrew his hand. She didn't like any more than three. She didn't like the doorbell, either. At least he remembered that. Maybe it would somehow do a little to make up for the fact that he had found her again.
There was a pause. A long one. He stood out there with his hands stuffed in his pockets, shuffling his booted feet back and forth, little clouds appearing under his nose in the frigid air. He wondered if she had gone somewhere. But she couldn't have, the car was parked outside. She still had the car. Heh, so she hadn't gotten rid of everything from her "old life." But what would she say when she found out that that her past had once again turned up on her doorstep?
"Cold," the little bundle standing by
Wish--Ch. 1A/N: This is an Invader Zim/Fairly OddParents crossover, but it's highly centered on IZ. It takes place long after the FOP canon so most characters from that show are not going to show up (this is more of a crossover with the universe than the specific canon, except for an older version of one character).Wish--Ch. 1 in General Fiction More Like This
It was going to be a bad day. That much was evident. Dib regarded the woman at the front of the classroom—standing ramrod straight, ankles together, hands clasped behind her back, spectacles perched on the bridge of her nose. And yes, they were definitely spectacles, not glasses.
"I am Ms. Bridgewater," the woman said in a clear voice to the class. "I will be substituting for your usual teacher, Ms. Bitters, who seems to have gotten 'fed up' with you children and locked herself in the janitor's closet to contain her anger. Apparently everyone is too afraid to try to get her out. I will now call roll." She whipped a piece of paper seemingly from nowhere and scanned the list. "Hm&
Cut, That's a Wrap (part 2)A/N: Before you read I'd just like to take this opportunity to remind everyone that this story isn't exactly canonCut, That's a Wrap (part 2) in General Fiction More Like This
"So what is this show, anyway?" Vicky demanded once Dib had gone. "Is there any violence? I'm only here because someone told me there'd be violence."
Zim tore his eyes away from the studio doors and decided he might as well be the one to describe his own show. "I am--"
"The show is pretty much where Zim's an alien from Planet Irk and he's come to Earth to try to destroy it," Mr. Smithee said, drinking more of his coffee. Vicky's eyes brightened a little at the mention of destroying something.
Zim's eye twitched in annoyance. "YES, my mission is to destroy Earth with assistance from my mighty robot, GIR!"
Vicky frowned. "Oh, you're the one destroying it? Ugh. I still get to set things on fire, right?"
"Anything you want!" Mr. Smithee grinned. "You're much better than that Dib kid. Ratings will skyrocket! Here's your script. Since Dib's dead you'll co
Haunted--PrologueA/N: Yes I started another story when I already have two that desperately need updating... but I figured I should at least start this with Halloween so close. I have no idea how long this is going to be, but I can already tell that it's going to extend long past Halloween. Ah well.Haunted--Prologue in General Fiction More Like This
Zim decided very quickly that this had been a terrible idea and as soon as they got home he would punish GIR thoroughly. Oh, and he hated Earth.
Okay. Of the very few stupid things that he had done over his short but amazing life, this had to be the stupidest. No, wait. This wasn't his fault. He wasn't the stupid one. And it wasn't entirely GIR's fault, either. It was these horrible human kids! Irk, of all the stupid situations he had gotten into because of humans…
"These earthlings will be the death of us," he muttered to the little green doggy-disguised GIR by his side.
"Hm!" GIR hugged himself and offered no other response. Perhaps he was finally lear