


Addicted Souls

by totodile292



Category: Zoey 101
Genre: Drama
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2012-01-18
Updated: 2012-01-18
Packaged: 2015-05-22 12:24:11
Rating: K
Chapters: 1
Words: 521
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7752790/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/906358/totodile292
Summary: Moon Bars is the next craze, or is it?





	Addicted Souls

**Disclaimer:** I do not own _Zoey 101_, its characters, or its plots. I only own this fanfiction. Any references to real people, places, and events are pure coincidental. This fanfic is how I would have saw "The Great Vince Blake" (season 3, episode 5) ended.

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><p>Quinn, Lola, and I bolted into our room, locking the door behind us. I was panting and had collapsed onto our respective beds.<p>

"I'm not signing up for another gym class," I complained.

"Signing up for another gym class is the least of our worries," Lola told me. "We still have to cure kids at PCA of their addiction to the Moon Bars."

Quinn suddenly started screaming, causing me to fall off my bed in surprise.

"Oh my GOD!" Quinn announced once she stopped screaming. "I know how to cure the addiction."

"Does it involve restarting my heart?" Lola sarcastically asked.

Quinn shook her head, took a fog machine out of her closet, and immediately got out a grey, metal suitcase from under her bed. Lola and I immediately got up and went to watch Quinn from behind her. Quinn took out bottles of differently colored liquids, a glass rod, and a large, glass beaker from the metal suitcase. After Quinn poured and mixed the bottles' contents into the beaker with the glass rod, steam started to form, accompanied by a stench that caused us to cough and pinch our noses.

"Was setting off a stink bomb your idea of fixing the Moon Bars' addictive property?" Lola sarcastically asked.

Quinn shot Lola a "not so funny" glare before explaining, "In theory, this odor will trigger neurotransmitters in the brain that will –"

"Quinn, lay man's terms," I begged.

"This odor will hopefully cure everyone's addiction to the Moon Bars," Quinn sighed, pouring the steaming liquid into her fog machine.

Suddenly, someone started banging on our door, and I could hear people yelling.

"We know you have the Moon Bars!" they were yelling. "Open that door!"

"Let them in, Zoey," Quinn instructed.

"Are you serious?" I asked, watching Quinn plug in the fog machine. "What are you gonna do?"

"Don't worry. Open the door."

I reluctantly unlocked and opened the door, getting pushed aside as people swarmed into the room. Quinn's fog machine roared to life and filled the room with fog. We started coughing, and some of us screamed in panic. Various people pushed past me, trying to get out of the room. A few minutes later, the fog disappeared.

"What happened?" someone asked.

"Don't know," I answered. "Anyone want a Moon Bar?"

"EW!" a lot of people exclaimed.

"Moon Bars taste horrible," someone else chimed in. "You have to be crazy to like them."

Before anyone could say something, people around me started backing away, and I saw why. A girl had grabbed her stomach and was heaving her stomach contents. The room immediately emptied itself of the people that had gathered, and me and my roommates were left with the girl and her puke. Lola took the girl to the nurse while I searched for a housekeeper.

**The End**


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