Disclaimer: I don't own Zim, how silly for you to think that ^-^.
A/N: Ah, well, back to writing fics on FF.net after a 'short' vacation.hope you all like it!
Most call me Ned. Some call me Nerdo. Some call me Chicken Butt. I don't know why they call me chicken but. They just do. I wear one sock, one purple sock. I'm currently enlisted in the North Psychiatric Institute, and, oh, what a story I have for you my friend.
It all started when my inmate began picking in between his toes.no, wait, it started at lunch. I was in line to get some chesty hot dogs; my favorite breakfast. But it had to be on that day that THING walked past me.
"What da ya want?"
"What do you have?"
"Beans. Cheesy hot dogs. Water."
"Quite a selection."
"M'yep."
"Do you have any-"
"No."
"How about-"
"No."
"I didn't even say anything yet!"
"No."
They think I need to be in here? Take a look at these monkeys!
"Can I have a cheesy hot dog?"
She put one onto my plate, and I swore I saw an eyeball in it.
"Next!"
I trudged off to my usual spot next to Behememall, my inmate and close friend. Close as in he always sits right next to me, watching me eat, always watching! There's no doubt that he belongs here.
"Whatcha got here?"
"Hot dog."
"Cheesy?"
"M'yep."
"Looks good."
Behememall never eats lunch; I don't know what he lives off of, though I've seen him gnawing on rats before.
That's when it happened; I read his thoughts. Oh, did I mention this: I can read minds. Most people here have only craziness in their minds; I hardly pay attention. But this mind was different; more annoying, it seemed, and louder.but it was the words that caught me.
'.Then blow up the Earth! How SMART of me! The human worms won't know what hit them! Bwahahahahaha!'
It was a green boy, and a dog drinking a slushee! Now, I don't know what kinds of things dogs can do now days, but C'mon, who ever drinks the chocolate bubblegum kind?
'INGENIUS! I'll call the Armada..the tallest.Irk will appreciate me, Irken invader Zim!'
I dropped my lunch and listened, hard.
"Eh, Ned, can I have that? Okay." Behememall picked it up and stuffed the hot dog into his pocket.
'.Kill them all!.Dib human.ergh.chicken! Bwahahahaha!"
Thoughts tumbled in and out of the green kids brain, and I listened, and I knew that Earth was doomed.I had to save it.
"No!" The alien kid had turned a corner and was out of mind and sight.
"Time to go Chicken Butt. C'mon, let's move!" I followed the gray suited guy out into the hall, heading towards my cellar.
"Aliens! They're coming soon!" I tried to tell 'im.
"Uh, yeeeeeeaaahhhh." The guy muttered, then picked his nose and threw me into my padded cell.
"They're coming!" I said to myself.
As the guy walked off, I heard him think, '.weasels.'.
After sitting in my cell for awhile, I made a plan. It was crazy, but it just might work.it just might!
Behememall came in soon afterward, his strait jacket on tight. I would need him, too. Yes, with my craziness, and Behememall's craziness, this just might work!
A/N: Ah, well, back to writing fics on FF.net after a 'short' vacation.hope you all like it!
Most call me Ned. Some call me Nerdo. Some call me Chicken Butt. I don't know why they call me chicken but. They just do. I wear one sock, one purple sock. I'm currently enlisted in the North Psychiatric Institute, and, oh, what a story I have for you my friend.
It all started when my inmate began picking in between his toes.no, wait, it started at lunch. I was in line to get some chesty hot dogs; my favorite breakfast. But it had to be on that day that THING walked past me.
"What da ya want?"
"What do you have?"
"Beans. Cheesy hot dogs. Water."
"Quite a selection."
"M'yep."
"Do you have any-"
"No."
"How about-"
"No."
"I didn't even say anything yet!"
"No."
They think I need to be in here? Take a look at these monkeys!
"Can I have a cheesy hot dog?"
She put one onto my plate, and I swore I saw an eyeball in it.
"Next!"
I trudged off to my usual spot next to Behememall, my inmate and close friend. Close as in he always sits right next to me, watching me eat, always watching! There's no doubt that he belongs here.
"Whatcha got here?"
"Hot dog."
"Cheesy?"
"M'yep."
"Looks good."
Behememall never eats lunch; I don't know what he lives off of, though I've seen him gnawing on rats before.
That's when it happened; I read his thoughts. Oh, did I mention this: I can read minds. Most people here have only craziness in their minds; I hardly pay attention. But this mind was different; more annoying, it seemed, and louder.but it was the words that caught me.
'.Then blow up the Earth! How SMART of me! The human worms won't know what hit them! Bwahahahahaha!'
It was a green boy, and a dog drinking a slushee! Now, I don't know what kinds of things dogs can do now days, but C'mon, who ever drinks the chocolate bubblegum kind?
'INGENIUS! I'll call the Armada..the tallest.Irk will appreciate me, Irken invader Zim!'
I dropped my lunch and listened, hard.
"Eh, Ned, can I have that? Okay." Behememall picked it up and stuffed the hot dog into his pocket.
'.Kill them all!.Dib human.ergh.chicken! Bwahahahaha!"
Thoughts tumbled in and out of the green kids brain, and I listened, and I knew that Earth was doomed.I had to save it.
"No!" The alien kid had turned a corner and was out of mind and sight.
"Time to go Chicken Butt. C'mon, let's move!" I followed the gray suited guy out into the hall, heading towards my cellar.
"Aliens! They're coming soon!" I tried to tell 'im.
"Uh, yeeeeeeaaahhhh." The guy muttered, then picked his nose and threw me into my padded cell.
"They're coming!" I said to myself.
As the guy walked off, I heard him think, '.weasels.'.
After sitting in my cell for awhile, I made a plan. It was crazy, but it just might work.it just might!
Behememall came in soon afterward, his strait jacket on tight. I would need him, too. Yes, with my craziness, and Behememall's craziness, this just might work!