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Reality 196-A

"So where do we find a way to get out of this crazy author's fanfiction?" the unnamed authoress asked, panting after Jhonen as he ran angrily towards an unknown location.

He swore under his breath. "I don't know! But someone is gonna PAY for writing me into a fanfiction again!"

"Does this happen often?" she questioned, quirking an eyebrow.

"Unfortunately, yes. Damn fanfiction writers."

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Reality 426-Z: Planet Irk

"Sirs, are you faring well? Is everything okay?"

"Um, yeah! Everything is just fine!" whimpered the tall, skinny purple-clad person bracing himself against the door.

He and his compadre listened to the soldier's feet marching away, then both let out a sigh of relief.

"Phineas, what are we gonna do?" fumed Rousseau, a red-colored pacing blur.

"We HIDE, that's what we do. These aliens think we're their leaders or something."

"Yeah, but for how long? How did we even get here?" he rushed over to his brother and grabbed him by the collar. "We're missing the movie! The popcorn!"

Phineas's eyes widened. "Oh, I don't think we'll have to worry about that…"

Rousseau turned to face the wall. He grinned, then, with a high-pitched squeal, screamed "DONUTS!"

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Jhonen and Authorgirl rounded a corner, out of breath. Suddenly, she looked up and grineed. "Hey Jhonen. Doesn't that house look familiar?"

Sure enough, there was a freaky blue house with an electric field around the lawn.

Before she could make any more witty comments, though, the skinny comic book creator was banging on the front door and screaming angrily.

The door cracked open, revealing a small boy with black hair and enormous glasses. He blinked up at the two of them, then mumbled "can I help you?"

Jhonen pointed an accusatory finger at him and bellowed "WHERE IS ZIM!"

"Eh?" came a voice from inside. "What pig-stink seeks the might of ZIM?" The little alien marched up to Jhonen and stared at him. "What do you want, human?"

Jhonen snapped his accusatory finger at Zim. "I want you to go BACK to YOUR universe!"

"Oh wow, it's Zim!" squealed Authoress.

He leaned around Jhonen to stare at her, confused. "Yes, yes, I am so amazing all the humans know of me. NOW, stink-worms, you shall SERVE ZIM in getting him back home!"

Jhonen glowered, not exactly in a helping mood, but Authoress skipped inside gleefully.

After their reason for being there had been explained, the six of them sat down and began working out the bugs.

"Well, it would seem that the true author is actually in another dimension," Dib ventured.

"And that she probably isn't aware that she's causing all this anger," followed Danny.

"Bitch probably knows EXACTLY what she's doing," grumped Jhonen.

Dib stood up. "If we can find a way to contact her (or him) we might be able to convince her to stop writing. Then again, if she doesn't want to stop, we'll have the advantage, because we're characters that she likes. That, and we have… stuff… to fight her with. So, we'll have to be sneaky. Get to her before she knows what's going on…"

"Danny, if I ever made fun of you for talking to yourself, I take it back," Z interrupted, turning to his friend.

"I HAVE IT! ZIM HAS DONE IT!" exclaimed the Irken from the other side of the room.

The other five gathered around him to see exactly what he'd done. In a burst of OOCness, Zim had actually succeeded in locking onto the true author's dimension. He pressed a button, and the dimension scope warmed up.

Dib passed out foil hats. "Better put these on" he commanded.

White light engulfed all of them, and suddenly, they saw the outline of a brown-haired girl sitting alone in her room, typing furious-

THIS STORY IS OVER. THE AUTHOR OF THIS FANFICTION HAS BEEN DESTROYED BY ME. THE CHARACTERS HAVE RETURNED TO THEIR OWN UNIVERSES, AND AFTER I MAKE YOU ALL LEAVE, I WILL DO SO AS WELL.

NOW LEAVE. GO AWAY. STOP WRITING ME INTO THESE DAMN FANFICTIONS.

-JV

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Reality 217-K

Well, that blows. Then again, it's not everyday you get to meet Jhonen Vasquez and the Invader Zim characters.

There won't be any more from me, though. I'm typing this in the library. Jhonen smashed my monitor.

Uh, bye. I guess.

-RK Ryune

The end