Because Sadie said herself that she had the worst birthday ever, I decided to temporarily go on crack for this. Cheer up, my dear! We need to get those stories done!

I really don't own Cyborg 009. I pwn j00, though. And Etoile owns your mom's porn. Just thought you should know.

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Four Walls

A crack-fest! Huzzah!

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"So…why are we all here?"

"What's the computer doing in here?"

"Why is Jet only wearing a towel?"

"Where's Francoise?"

"All of you, SHUT UP!" Joe shouted, running a hand nervously through his brown hair. He had recently been on the internet, looking something up, when he'd found IT. IT was horrible beyond all…horribleness.

"Did someone call for me?" Francoise walked in, sitting down on a couch next to Albert. Joe took a deep breath and faced them.

"There's a greater threat out there than Scarl." He announced.

Jet jumped up, causing the towel around his middle to fall off, causing Francoise to shriek. He flushed and ran off to get dressed. Chang and GB hugged one another in terror, and then realized it and let go of one another in record time. Pyunma and Geromio blinked and showed looks of concern; Ivan remained sound asleep. Albert continued to look at Joe.

"And…who or what is it?" Albert asked. Joe pointed to the computer.

"IT …IT''s horrible. IT is too violent for human ears." Joe said in a hushed tone, looking around.

"Care to tell us what it is? We're cyborgs." Albert replied.

"You mean IT?" Joe asked, now looking fearful.

"Yes, IT. Now what IS IT?" Albert said, now beginning to loose patience.

"FANGIRLS!" Joe cried, running and ducking under the couch. He stuck a finger out to point at the computer. "They're in there!"

Jet walked in just in time to see Joe dive, and promptly pulled out a camera.

"What's so bad about fangrills?" Francoise asked.

"Fangirls…they're…they're…you have to see it for yourself. They have this meeting place called where they congregate…and…oh…" Joe said, then began to rock back and forth in fetal position.

Albert turned the computer on, logged onto the internet, and typed in He had no idea what he was looking for, so clicked on the blue letters that said "Anime/Manga". That brought him to a list, and then he started to see what Joe was talking about.

"It says 'Cyborg 009'! What exactly can fangirls do?" Albert asked, clicking these blue letters. Ten seconds later, he joined Joe in hiding under the couch.

"I hate fangirls."

"Oh, you two need to grow up. It can't be that bad. Besides, if it's all about Joe…" Francoise said, taking the mouse and scrolling down the page.

"No! You don't understand! Apparently, 'Cyborg 009' is the name of some show, and we're part of it! And the fangirls! They take it and they…they…OBSESS over it! They write about themselves having sex with us!" Joe explained, poking his head out from under the couch.

Jet blinked, shook his head, and walked away.

Francoise, after reading some of what the fangirls had written, was determined never to use the computer again.

And, of course, when Dr. Gilmore next walked into the living room, he found several feet poking out from under the couches. And the computer, sitting on the coffee table, with a place called fanfiction dot net on its screen…

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I know it's been done before, but I had to write one for myself! Thanks to Sadie for posting this while I was away, and thanks for reading! Leave a review or flame!

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