Why, hello there. How are you? The wife? Well, yeah, aren't they all? The kids? He doesn't? Well, good, I thought he'd never grow out of that. Anyway, I thought I'd try my hand at song fics. So my ears made sweet love to my first gen iPod and here's what was born.

The song, of course, is Thriller by Michael Jackson

Much like the latest and greatest MP3 player known to man (The Zune of course...) I do not own Victorious.


You've always been one of those people that believed that relationships were give and take. You've always been a giver, so it just makes since that you'd think that way. Ever since the first relationship you had, Danny Panterio in the first grade. You'd liked him so much, with his long, curly brown hair and his cute dimples. So you did what you always do; you gave him your favorite Barbie doll, and after burying it in the woodchips, he gave your hair a handful of sand…

Young love…

But that didn't stop you from believing that giving was still the right thing to do, which is why now-twelve years later- you still find yourself giving to your significant others. Or, to be more specific, Jade West. Two weeks ago, she'd asked you to attend a film festival with her. You, of course, eagerly agreed, because who doesn't love a good film festival?

It's not until three days later, when you pass a bulletin board in Parker Hall when you see a large obnoxious peach colored flyer that reads "Freshman Fright: Film Festival for the Brave of Heart, come if you dare." And uses cartoon skulls as bullet points that you realize this isn't your ordinary film festival.

"Jade." You hiss, ripping the flyer off the board and stuffing it in your bag. Your first thought is to find Jade and demand an explanation, and due to your impulsive nature, you start to go with that plan. It's not until you're halfway to her dorm that you remember why you were in Parker Hall any way, you have a class. And it's not just any class; it's the class you've missed four of ten times this semester, Psych 105. So you stop in your tracks and hightail it in the other direction. You step into the classroom five minutes after the bell rings, making your best effort to slip stealthily to the back of the room.

"Next class we'll be moving on to personality types and disorders. For those of you who have done the reading you already-Ah, Miss Vega," Your Professor, Mr. Andrew Tate sighs. "So nice of you to join us and interrupt my lecture."

"Sorry Professor Tate." You sigh, stopping and facing him.

"No, no. Don't apologize; I'm just glad you chose to show up today." He gives you what you assume is the fakest smile he can muster. "I figured I'd just run into you in the commissary and listen while you stuttered through an excuse as to why you neglected to come like last time." You blush. "Take your seat." You nod, making your way to the back of the room and sliding into a chair. "As I was saying. We won't be able to cover it all in the class but that doesn't mean it isn't worth knowing and it doesn't mean it won't be on the mid-term. Now, if I've been-"

"What a douche, right?" The guy next to you, Alex, whispers and you giggle a bit.

"Mr. Harris?" Tate calls. "Would you care to share your joke with the class?"

"Um," Alex sighs, standing. "So a guy walks into a bar, sits down and pulls a little man out of his pocket. So, he sits the little man on the counter and he starts playing the piano. So the bartender says 'Where'd'-"

"Take your seat Mr. Harris." Alex nods. After what feels like a little over two days, thebell finally rings and you make a mad dash out the door.

It's not until an hour later-when Jade's also out of class-That you make your way to her dorm room. You reach the third floor of Wiessman Hall and the first thing you hear is the loud rock music you're certain is coming from your girlfriend's room. You make your way to the door and knock lightly. When you don't get an answer you start to knock little harder when Jade's roommate Natalie opens the door, books in hand.

"Tori!" She smiles, speaking loudly over what sounds like The Clash. "What's goin' on?"

"Just came to see your roommate." You smile.

"Ooh. Have fun." She winks as she steps around you. You wave at her and step inside, shutting the door behind you. And there she is, sitting at her desk, flipping through a notebook, and nodding her head to the beat. You sneak up behind her and lean as close to her as you can without being in her line of sight.

"So how was class?" You ask. She lets out a yelp as the notebook flies out of her hands.

"Jesus Christ, Tori," She gasps, resting a hand over her heart. "You scared the crap out of me."

"And here I thought you liked scary things." You say sarcastically.

"Okay," She says, standing. "I'm confused." She leans in for a kiss and you step back. She lets out a little whimper.

"What's this?" You ask, pulling out the flyer.

"Oh…" Jade sighs.

"Oh? That's all? Jade, this is a horror film festival. You know I hate scary movies." Yes, you're well aware of the fact that you're whining like that of a four year old, you just don't care.

"Tori, I was gonna tell you." She reasons.


"After we watched the first movie…" She mumbles, staring at the floor.


"Tori!" She whines. "Please? Please, please, please?"


"Please!" She's pouting as she drops to her knees and crawls over to you, hugging your legs. "Please."

"Fine…" You groan.

"Thank you!" She exclaims, holding your legs tighter. "Thank you, most beautiful, loving and amazing girlfriend of mine." She presses a kiss to your jean clad thigh. "God, I love you." She says as she stands up.

"You say that now. What are you gonna be saying when I have to stay in here and sleep due to night terrors?"

"I'll find some way to keep you up." She gives you that wicked smirk that has 'sex' written all over it before pressing a light kiss to your lips.

"I think my screaming will do the trick." You scowl when she pulls away.

"Kinky." She says, raising a pierced brow.

"Not what I meant." You reply, falling onto her bed.

"What do you say I make it up to you now?" She asks, sitting next to you.

"Would, but can't." You sigh, resting your head on your hand. "I'm going down to the com to grab lunch."

"That's what I meant, I'm buying." She says, standing and holding her hand out for you.

"I knew that." You nod.

So now you're here, and it's pitch black outside. You're sitting in a park, curled up next to Jade, your entire body shaking as Psycho plays on the large screen. You made it through The Shining and It without complaint-only a couple hundred screams and a quick 'thank God' for your closeness to civilization-but this is your breaking point. You're watching a woman being brutally stabbed and you look at Jade who has this vicious grin on her face.

"Jade?" Your voice trembles.

"Yeah, babe?" She answers vaguely.

"Can we… ya know, leave?" You squeak as the woman on the screen slides down the shower.

"No, this is the best part… And they're about to show Carrie." She tells you around a mouth full of popcorn.

"Well, I'm not staying." You say standing and storming off.

You realize about eight seconds into your walking that it probably wasn't a good idea to storm off all alone on this especially dark night. You feel rather than hear someone walking behind you and you shut your eyes, praying it's not a monster… or a clown. Clown would be bad.

"Everything floats down here, Georgie!" Jade says in this raspy voice that's barely recognizable, and you scream in the girliest of ways.

"Jade!" You yell loudly, turning and slapping her on the arm.

"Ouch, all right!" She holds up her hands. "Sorry. Geez, don't get all spazzy on me, Vega."

"I'm not spazzy! I just-"

"You're scared. It's okay, Jade will protect you."

"I wasn't scared, Jade." You mumble as you walk ahead.

"Yeah," She says a couple steps behind you. "You were scared."

The two of you don't make it more than a yard before she starts humming a song that sounds a bit like Michael Jackson. When you realize she's humming Thriller, you let out a deep sigh.

"Jade," you start. "Could you, like, not hum that song right now?"

"You're right." She says. "I should be singing it."


"It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark." Your dark haired girlfriend sings as she dances around you. "Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart. You try to scream," She slides behind you and wraps her arms around your waist."But terror takes the sound before you make it. You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes, you're paralyzed.

"You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run." You squeal as her cold hands start creeping up under your shirt. "You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun. You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination. But all the while you hear the creature creepin' up behind. You're out of time.

"Night creatures call and the dead start to walk in their masquerade there's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time they're open-This is the end of your life." She sings as she slides next to you.

"You know what's sweet? Taking a girl out to the movies, making her watch multiple sociopath's murder numerous people, then singing to her about her own death. Who helped you plan this date? Jason Voorhees?" She smirks at you.

"They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side." She sings as she walks backwards a few steps ahead of you. "They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial. Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together." She slides her arm around your shoulder and you lean into her, laughing a bit. "All through the night, I'll save you from the terror on the screen, I'll make you see."

"You've got to be the biggest dork I know." You laugh, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Whatever, you love it." She laughs as you two make your way back to Wiessman Hall.

But there's just some part of you that has this ominous feeling and your skin is crawling. And you keep repeating 'they were just movies' in your head. But you just know something bad is gonna happen.

"So you really didn't like any of it?" She asks out of the blue, and it takes all your power to stop you from jumping out of your skin.

"Well, I tried to; I just don't do horror films." You pout.

"Ohhh." Jade whimpers, matching your pout with her own. "Jade's sorry, baby." She places a kiss to your lips, you elbow her in the ribs and she grunts and pulls her head back.

"You're so lame." You tell her, staring at the ground and before she can laugh, she kind of stops in her tracks and you bump into her. "Jade, wha-"

You knew this was gonna happen.

You're looking around, and all you see is a bunch of zombies, and a rather horrified Jade. The zombies seem to be closing in on the two of you. And that's when it hits you. You know this. You know exactly what's about to happen. Big dance scene, then you wake up.

"Okay Tori, wake up." You say, pinching your arm. "All you have to do is wake up. This is a dream. It's just a dream." You're repeating that it's a dream when you hear a growl to your right. "Oh, God." You look up and Jade is just as dead as the people surrounding you. "No. No, no, no, no, no." You whisper. But then you remember, it's okay, because Jade can't dance. She can sing, she can act, but for the life of her, she can't dance. And since Jade can't dance, there can't be a dance scene, right?

Oh, dear God, she's dancing.

Surprisingly well, you might add. For some reason, part of you has the urge to join in, just because you've always loved this dance so much, but the urge to live is just a little bit stronger. You remember this part of the music video, and you distinctly recall wondering why the hell the girl didn't run while they did this ridiculously long dance sequence. As it turns out, you aren't running either, not because you're so amazed by your girlfriend's sudden dancing skills, but because you literally just cannot move. And now they're dancing away… 'This would be a great time to run!' You think angrily. When they turn back around, Jade's face is no longer decayed and you let out a relieved sigh.

"'Cause this is Thriller, Thriller night. There ain't no second chance against the thing with
forty eyes. You know it's Thriller, Thriller night. You're fighting for your life inside of killer, Thriller tonight. 'Cause this is Thriller, Thriller night. And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike. You know it's Thriller, Thriller night. You're fighting for your life inside a killer, Thriller tonight. That this is Thriller, Thriller night. 'Cause i can thrill you more than any ghost would ever dare to try."

When this is over, you'll have to remember to tell her that she winked at you.

"Girl, this is Thriller, Thriller night. So let me hold you tight and share a killer, Thriller, killer Thriller here tonight. 'Cause this is Thriller, Thriller night. 'Cause i can thrill you more than any ghost would ever dare to try. 'Cause this is Thriller, Thriller night. So let me hold you tight and share a killer, Thriller."

You can move again. So you're running as fast as you can… right into an abandoned house. Which if you had free will, you totally wouldn't be doing. You look back, and there Jade is, leading the large group of zombies after you. You burst through the door and slam it shut behind you. You hear beating on the door as you all but fly up the stairs in to some random bed room and shut the door. Not a second later, zombies come bursting in through… everywhere. You scream when Jade herself bursts through the door. You're backing up, and common knowledge on all horror movies tell you that your back is gonna hit a wall before it even happens.

"Wake up." You whisper as they all surround you. "Wake up." You shriek as Jade's hand reaches out for you. When her cold hand touches you, you let out a blood curdling scream until something slaps over your mouth.

"Jesus Christ, Tor!" Jade, with her lack of dead face, says as she removes her hand. And thank God it was just a dream. "You wanna cool it? You're drawing attention." You pout, sitting up from your place in her lap.

"It's a scary movie, am I no longer allowed screaming?" Well played, Tori.

"You're still allowed babe, they just prefer you do it before the credits roll." She smirks a little before standing and stretching. "C'mon, I'll take you home. My roommate went home for the night so we can put that screaming to good use." She wiggles her eyebrows as she pulls you up and presses a kiss to your lips. And as the two of you are walking home, she turns away from you.

"What are you looking for?" You ask.

"Oh, nothing. Thought I heard… a noise."

You just know her eyes are yellow.

"And though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver. For no mere mortal can resist the evil of the Thriller."

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