A/N: Based on semi-true events.

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"I have no chicken nibblers," Cheyenne said, looking in her freezer for something to snack on.

"They hate you," Morgan replied on the phone.

"Really? I thought you'd say you ate them," Cheyenne countered.

"That too."

An hour later...

"Gah, I am so hungry," Cheyenne said checking her freezer once more.

"WHAT THE HECK?!!"

"What?" Morgan asked, still over the phone.

"There are chicken nibblers in my freezer!" Cheyenne shreaked.

"They're haunted. The came back to haunt you," Morgan replied.

"Oh yeah, well the tater tots haunt Rachel," Cheyenne said.

"That's creepy," Morgan replied.

"Well I think if you lose the game fifteen times you should automatically just like, die. Because of all the misery that you're going through from losing all the time," Cheyenne said.

"I think the chicken nibblers should eat you if you lose the game fifteen times," Morgan said.

"You're going to try and make me lose the game now aren't you?"

"Yep."

The next morning...

"WHAT THE HECK?!" Cheyenne exclaimed as she saw what looked to be bite marks on her arm the next morning while getting ready for school.

"Dude, Morgan, the chicken nibblers are coming after me," Cheyenne said to Morgan when she arrived for school.

"Are they now?" Morgan asked sarcastically.

"I'm serious! Look!" Cheyenne said and rolled up her sleave to reveal the eight bite marks she aquired some time during the night.

"Haha, I told you they'd come and kill you if you lost the game," Morgan mocked.

Later that night...

"Hey," Rachel answered the phone.

"Dude, there are two more bite marks!!" Cheyenne practically yelled into the reciever.

"Are you kidding me?" Rachel asked.

"No!!" This time Chey kind of sounded alarmed. I mean, who wouldn't be if they were being attacked at random points in the day by haunted chicken nibblers?

Yeah, right.

"Rachel, I am seriously scared to go to bed," Cheyenne said later in the conversation.

"Because of the chicken nibblers attacking you in your sleep?" Rachel asked.

"Dude, Rachel, I swear I'm gonna wake up tomorrow morning without an arm."

At this Rachel just burst out laughing like any moderately sane friend would. I mean, who wouldn't take the opportunity to laugh at a psychotic friends.

"It's not funny! I'm scared!" Cheyenne replied.

"Cheyenne, are you cutting?" said Cheyenne's mother from the background.

"NO!" Cheyenne exclaimed. "It's the chicken nibblers! They're trying to kill me!"

"Good job, you idiot, now she's gonna think you're on drugs!" Rachel said in reply.

The next morning...

"OH MY GOD!" Cheyenne exclaimed when she saw new bite marks. When she went to the bathroom to wash off and actually prove that she wasn't seeing things she counted 20 bites, including the 10 from last night.

"I'M GONNA DIE!" Cheyenne screamed as she came up to her friends the next morning at school.

"Why?" Morgan and Rachel asked in unison.

"This is why!" Cheyenne said rolling up her sleave once more.

Morgan and Rachel burst out laughing.

"The chicken nibblers are coming to kill you," Morgan said, laughing still.

"It's not funny! I'm afraid to go to sleep at night!" Cheyenne said.

"I think you need a counselor," Rachel replied.

So what happens? Does Cheyenne get killed by the chicken nibblers? Or does someone come to save her??????

"DUN DUN DUN DUN DUUUUN!!" Background music played as Kyle popped out of nowhere.

"AHH!" Cheyenne screamed as the chicken nibblers started to surround her in her bedroom, hopping up as far as they could-which just so happened to be about a foot into the air-to try and get at her.

"Save meh!" Cheyenne yelled again as a few nibblers made their way up her legs.

If you looked at Kyle you'd think he was just a normal guy. Except for the fact there were "VM"'s all over his shirt. He was VEG MAN - yes, I am such a freakin' dork, OKAY?! - A normal teenage boy helping save teenage girls across the globe from attacking meaty finger-food.

"Back off!" he yelled at the nibblers as he got out two squirt bottles, one filled with hot, melty cheese, the other filled with ranch dressing.

"OH NO!!" a chorus of nibblers squealed and started trying to hop to Cheyenne's window. Too bad her window was more than a foot off the ground.

Kyle squirted them down causing many "I'm melting!" and "What a cruel, cruel world!" comments came from the now demised chicken nibbler colony.

"How could I ever repay you?" Cheyenne asked dramatically.

"Just stop eating chicken nibblers," Kyle replied. "Wait," he started, "why are we being so dramatic?"

"Good question," Cheyenne replied.

POOF

Cheyenne woke up the next morning at 5:30 and immediately checked her arm. It was clear of nibbler bites. "WHAT THE HECK?!"