ZIM
the
Homicidal Irken
. How this happened, I have no Idea. Well I sort of do. It all started when I got this idea for a drawing, but that ended up being a complete bust. I started drawing Zim. I got the face. then added some Nny-ish squinting eyes. Then I thought what the hell. I made the antennae resemble Nny's 'outta hell' haircut and went from there. No stopping me now. I started formulating a story in my twisted little head and this was the end result. (SpOOky) Well, just thought I'd share. and so not to piss off the almighty Jhonen, I'd like to say that he owns these concepts. not me. (just to note.. I will not be posting the pic that started all this for lack of scanner. sorry) (words in ' are thoughts by the way)
And here we start our story. 1. The Nightmare Begins
'I wish I didn't know 'why' I was here. It would make things a lot easier for me, but I remember. oh yes. I remember. The one thing I don't remember is how it all started, the killings. I'm short, which really isn't a good thing seeing as my insipid race likes to look down upon those that they can. well. look down on. They're all a bunch of holes. It seems they can't find any amusement in their pointless existence other than the constant torture and humiliation of their own kind. This makes me an easy target for them. Well, I guess I just got sick of being target practice, so I decided to 'punish' them for all the pain and suffering they cause me. Fook, I tried to take out my so called leaders because they, in particular, were very fond of hurting me, but I got caught. And now I sit here rotting away in one of their dank cells like some prisoner in their 'war'.'
Zim sat in the darkness of his solitary confinement cell. The straightjacket they had put on him was beginning to annoy and he kept hearing this constant wailing that seemed to be resonating from down the hall. At that moment, if he could, he would have made a dash out of that room to find the son of a bitch that was wailing and give him a real reason to scream, but his thoughts on this were interrupted by the door of his cell slowly being opened. There stood the two assholes Zim had wanted so desperately to kill. Of course he really couldn't do that now noting the fact that his hands were bound and that they had several of their guards with them.
"What do you want?" Zim said callously.
"Actually, we think we might have found some way you could be useful Zim." Said the red tallest.
Zim gave them a skeptic look. They hadn't changed. he wondered why they played these games. It was really sadistic of them to pretend as they were so obviously doing.
"Yes Zim, we're going to send you on a mission." The purple one said while almost making that bunny ears gesture, but his hands were promptly slapped by Red.
Zim narrowed one eye. "What mission?" he said. He really wanted to believe that someone thought enough of him to actually put him in charge of something, although he knew otherwise.
"Oh it's a very important mission." Purple said.
"Really" Zim said in a tone that reflected how much he believed what they were saying. He really wished he could kill them right now.
"Yes," Red piped in. "We are going to send you off to be an Invader. just occupy an enemy planet and kill whatever you find there. does that sound good?"
Zim's expression stayed unfazed and the Tallest exchanged glances.
"This planet has a never-ending supply of cherry fiz whiz." Red added in a flat tone.
Zim's eyes lit up. "Cherry fiz whiz!" His once ill features had turned into those of an excited child. "I love those! When can I go?! When can I go?!" Zim was overjoyed.
After more enthusiastic ravings over the cherry goodness, Zim was taken from his cell, still in his straight jacket, and into the nearest equipping station to get his supplies for the trip. Red and Purple had skipped out, leaving one of their guards to the task of giving Zim the stuff he would need. They really just didn't want to be around that maniac longer than they had to.
He looked around the room, while trying to loosen his arms from the straight jacket. Zim glanced over at the guard as he called off the various items he was to receive. The guard was effectively startled when he looked up to see Zim, with the straight jacket folded and tucked under one arm, inspecting a box on the other side of the room. Inside the box was a little green puppy that had caught Zim's attention. He wasn't sure, but it was almost as if he could hear the dog saying 'take me home with you'.
"S.sir?" the guard said. He was well aware of Zim's notorious mental state and was being careful of what he said and did around him.
"Can I have the doggy? I want the doggy." Zim said turning to the guard.
"Whatever you want." The guard said, afraid of what would happen if he denied the request.
"C'mon doggy" Zim said as he picked up the animal. "You get to go home with me" he said, wondering where home really was. The puppy wagged its tail and stared up at Zim with the affection that only pet can show. 'I'm your friend' he heard in the back of his mind. He thought it was crazy to think that a dog could talk, but maybe it was a special doggy because it obviously could.
"You can go now." The guard said motioning to the cruiser which had been packed with supplies.
Zim grinned as he dashed over to it. "The fiz whiz awaits!"
And with that, Zim was off for his mission. Little did he know that when he started the ship, it had been preprogrammed to send him to a particularly useless planet and then shut down, so he would be effectively stranded there with no way back.
Zim found ways to amuse himself during the long trip. He found pencils and paper to be among the supplies and began to draw a comic character which he referred to as Crazy Robot Boy. He fed doggy once, and forgot to ever do it again. Doggy died, but Zim didn't seem to mind. On another rummage hunt through his stuff, he found a rubber pig and moose. He laughed to himself as he scrawled on them with a permanent marker, leaving the moose with spiral eyes and the word 'fuck' written across its side. He left the pig with dark circles around its eyes and wrote 'Z?' on it after marking it with several stripes. Zim found that there was a large supply of the Irken equivalent of spaghettios on the ship as well. This made for a yummy meal went he did eat.
Zim was a little surprised when his pig and moose creations began to talk back to him. He had always talked to them, as well as with doggy, but this was the first time they ever spoke back.
Zim sighed as he looked out the window of his cruiser. "I wonder when we'll get there." He said to his friends.
"Is this trip ever going to end Zim?" Psycho Mooseboy said.
"Yes, we need to get off this thing so you can start having fun." Mr. Pork added.
Zim stood up and did a double blink. "I didn't know you could talk." Zim said pointing from the moose to the pig. Zim had never heard of talking rubber animals; he was beginning to doubt his sanity.
"Well of course we can talk, there's nothing out of the ordinary about that." Mr. Pork said.
"But why didn't you talk before?" Zim asked.
"That's simple. We never had anything worth telling you." Mooseboy replied.
"Oh, that makes sense." Zim said, realizing that was a perfectly logical explanation. "I hope we get there soon. I'm dying for a cherry fiz whiz." He sighed as he continued his gaze out the window.
Zim's hopes finally came true as the cruiser neared a small blue planet. Zim was unaware of this as he had passed out from sleep depravation which he sometimes did. The cruiser broke into the atmosphere and sailed into the night over an earth neighborhood. Zim woke up with a start and nervously looked around. He didn't like it when he slept. Dreams always distorted reality and when he would finally wake up, he couldn't differentiate between the real world and the dream world. He thought it was all some cruel trick, but was soon brought out of his musings by censors going off in the cruiser.
"We're here!" He squealed happily as the ship automatically landed rather conspicuously in between two houses. Zim cautiously stepped out of the ship and surveyed his attire. "I need a disguise if I don't want to be noticed." He said turning to the ship. He clicked a few buttons on the outer hull, activating the disguise generating machine. He stepped into the device and emerged wearing a pair of contact which made his eyes look like they were white with black pupils and a black wig of spiked hair.
From inside the ship Mr. Pork rang out "Yay we're here! Now get settled in so we can celebrate by going out and killing something."
Zim smirked as he went back in the craft to retrieve his friends, wondering if they would recognize him in his little disguise. A he entered, Psycho Mooseboy gave him an appraising look.
"Well that certainly is a change." he said after his evaluation.
Zim nodded in response as he collected the three and brought them back outside with him. He took out a device that was supposed to create their home and scribbled out a design on the sketch board that appeared. He then activated the device and set it on the ground. It came to life with the whirring of engines and dug itself into the ground. Zim was surprised at how quiet the device was, as it wasn't arousing anyone's attention. The house began to take form; it was a one story home with a slanted roof. A satellite receiver jutted out from one side of the roof and the two windows in front were boarded up. The house was numbered 777 and a solitary lawn gnome with 'keep off the loose soil' written across its chest could be seen to the right of the walkway which led up to the house. Doggy, Mr. Pork, Psycho Mooseboy and Zim all stared at their new home.
"Neat." Mr. Pork exclaimed.
"You think so Pork? At least nobody noticed it happening." Zim looked around. The street was still devoid of any activity. Perhaps the people of this planet just didn't care. He wondered if they were anything like his own race; surely they must be better. Zim hoped so as he entered his home.
The interior was normal enough. There was a sofa, a television, and a desk which Zim thought would be perfect for drawing Crazy Robot Boy on. Zim ventured further into the house to find the kitchen. He curiously opened a drawer to find it full of knives; he could use those later. Upon opening a cabinet, he found it stocked full of the skettios from the cruiser. He didn't bother to wonder how they had gotten in there, and proceeded to inspect a door that he had noticed in the living room. Pork snickered to himself as Zim ventured down into the depths of the underground structure.
He found that the stairs led to different levels under the house. The first level was filled with alien supplies, such as communications devices and monitoring systems. The other levels, Zim found to be quite amusing. They were strewn with rooms and corridors containing various machines and instruments of torture. (think slightly higher tech versions of Nny's crude devices) If there were any assholes on this planet, Zim knew exactly where they would end up. After admiring the lower levels, he returned to the first to see if there was anything in particular he needed to know about this planet; he was an invader after all.
Zim somehow found his way onto the web and discovered some useful information. He discovered their currencies, and in order to ensure that he had some of this, he scanned and sold off one of his Crazy Robot Boy comics which he was ensured would be popular among the homeless insane. He also found out about skool, the place where young humans were sent to learn. This place actually seemed like a good idea to him at the time, so he registered himself with a local skool and found out that he would be starting there tomorrow.
The next morning, a young human boy named Dib arose from a long night's sleep and readied himself to go to skool. Nothing seemed out of normal and he leisurely went about his morning routine. Dib opened the door to his house and stepped outside, ready to start his morning trek, until he noticed the odd building next door.
"That wasn't there yesterday." He pondered aloud. "Houses don't just pop up like that. Something weird's going on here." He stared at the odd house for a minute longer before his sister emerged from his house. "Gaz!" He said, walking up to her.
"Leave me alone Dib" was her response. She was playing her game slave and seemed not to be paying attention to him at all.
"Don't you think there's something weird about that new house? I mean come on." Dib said as he walked alongside her.
"I am almost to the vampire noodle Dib and if you mess me up I will make you regret that I was ever born." She said without looking up. Dib continued to stare at the house until they rounded a corner and it disappeared out of his site.
Zim stepped outside of his house squinting his eyes in the bright sunlight. Some time during the night, Zim had ended up nailing doggy to the wall of the living room for some unknown reason. He was a little nervous about staying away from home for seven hours, but he was curious to learn about this place. He pondered as he walked to skool.
Upon the completion of his journey, he looked at the building that was before him. Human children of varying sizes swarmed past him and into the building. 'They didn't seem too bad' he thought to himself as he entered the building. 'Yes, maybe this place is different.' Zim walked to the office and was instructed on which classroom he was to be in. As he walked towards the room, he heard a bell ringing and children made a mad dash for their classrooms. This made him a little nervous and he hoped there was no punishment involved for being late for an assignment. He made it to the door of his room as another bell rang. Zim secretly hoped it wouldn't be doing that all day. It was very annoying. He turned the knob on the door and entered quietly.
The teacher, a tall, ferocious looking woman, glared at him for a moment before looking to the class to announce the new student.
"Class, this is Zim. He is our new student. He." Miss Bitters was suddenly cut off.
"He's an Alien!!" Dib yelled from his desk on the front row. Zim was initially startled by the outburst, but once he realized the source, he glared at the boy with hatred. "Just look at him!! Can't you all see?!"
Miss Bitters growled as she was suddenly towering over him. "Dib! You will NOT interrupt me while I am speaking."
"But just look at his skin; He's green! He has to be an alien!" Dib yelled frantically which did nothing to calm Zim's growing rage. He darted glances around the room looking for something he could use to impale this adversary.
"Dib. this is getting old. No one ever believes what 'you' say and you know it. Why do you even try?" Zita said.
"But." Dib started.
"Zita's right! Stop acting like a freak, freak." The letter M piped in as he threw a piece of paper at Dib.
Zim took this all in. 'Fook! This place is NO better than were I came from! I must be an idiot to have thought things could be different. Nothing ever changes. No matter where you go, or what you do, the goblins will always be there.' Zim thought back to all the torture devices back at his home. He wanted to so desperately see that Dib-beast's chest ripped open by one of them. He grinned at the thought. 'Maybe I can continue my 'punishments' here.'
"Zim!" Miss Bitters yelled, snapping him back into reality. "Take your seat." She hissed and he complied. "Today you will learn why it is useless to think your life will amount to anything because you are all doomed."
Zim looked at the teacher. Now that woman seemed to have a firm grasp on reality. He listened to her rantings until they bored him; taking out a pad and pencil, he started to draw Crazy Robot Boy. The skool day was long and Zim found out that the time in the classroom was nothing compared to lunch and recess. Lunch was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen in his entire lifetime. He thought about how the mystery meat resembled an alien he had once encountered. At recess, he managed to stay to himself, until that pathetic human began to taunt him about his origins. Zim could barely contain the urge to rip his throat out, but was afraid of what might happen to him if he were to do so here. in this place. He was starting to get to the point where he didn't care either way when the bell rang to announce the dismissal of skool.
Zim stepped outside and began to walk away from the skool, regretting that he was expected to return there five days out of the week. Just then, Dib came up from behind him.
"I know what you are. You can't hide forever." He said arrogantly while stepping in front of Zim.
Zim smirked, thinking of the plastic knife he had concealed after lunch. "Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to keep from killing you in there?" he asked, watching his victim's movements.
"What?" Dib said, taken off guard.
"Yeah. I could barely wait." Zim slowly eased the plastic utensil out of his pocket. "And now I suppose I don't have to."
"Zim, that's made of plastic." Dib said. Zim stared into his eyes sadistically and nodded.
'Holy shit this guy's insane!' Dib thought, no longer doubting that the knife could cause some major damage.
Dib laughed nervously and slowly began to back away from Zim. The grin widened as Zim stepped forward. Dib turned and ran. Zim, of course, gave chase. "You call attention to me because I'm green! Like some kind of freak?!" Zim yelled after him, but Dib was too frightened to turn around. He knew that Zim was on his heels and that if he did chance a look back it could cost him his life. Zim laughed maniacally, fully enjoying the chase. In between confinement and the long travel in space, it had been a long time since he had actually killed someone. Dib cut corners where he could and ran past a 24/7. Zim was intent on the chase until something caught his eye. He turned his gaze from his victim and rested them on the sign. His run soon turned into a slow jog and he lowered the plastic knife. Zim finally came to a stop and stared in awe. There, on the sign in front of the 24/7, was written the word 'BRAINFREEZY'. Zim pocketed the knife and rushed inside, a grin posing on his face.
Dib had kept up his run, unaware that his assailant had given up chase. He ran home as fast as he could, but, because of his strange zigzag pattern, he did not beat Gaz home. He burst into his house panting, a bead of sweat rolling down his face. Gaz was disrupted by the noise and missed her chance to defeat the great hoagie king. As the words 'game over' appeared before her, she tuned her attention and hatred towards her brother.
"Do you have any idea what you've just done?" Gaz said.
Dib answered in between pants. "I. just. got away from. a psychotic alien who was trying to kill me!"
"No you idiot! You just cost me the Hoagie King!" Gaz said as she began advancing on her brother. Dib screamed and ran up to his room, locking the door behind him.
Zim gleefully entered the store and stared at the wondrous Brainfreezy machine. He had only heard about the magnificent thing. Skipping up to the machine, Zim examined the flavors.
"Doom Cherry! Squee!!" Zim went to pay for his drink with some of the money he made off of Crazy Robot Boy. It didn't occur to him that he had let his victim get away until he made it back outside the store. "Shit." Zim looked around as if expecting him to be someplace near.
"Hey, look at that freak over there with the green skin." Zim heard.
"Heh, I bet he's a fag because he looks like a fag" came another voice.
Zim turned his head, feeling the anger rising. There stood two jocks from the local hi-skool. Zim walked up to them almost casually and glared up into their eyes.
"I'm sorry; does the color of my skin offend you, because it really offends me to live on the same planet with such horrendous wastes of flesh." Zim stated boldly. The jocks looked down at him.
"Those are big words shorty. How you gonna back them up?" one of the jocks demanded.
Zim smiled happily.
*flash forward.* Later at Zim's house.
"Heh heh heh." Zim grinned at his 'guests'.
The jocks from earlier were strapped into two of the devices in the bowels of Zim's home. One of them seemed to be unconscious, while the other one stared in fear at his captor.
"Hey. I'm sorry man! Really! If you let me go. I'll make it worth your while! Shit!" The guy looked around himself at the saw blade which hung to his left and then to the scythe that was to his right.
Zim tried to hide his amusement, but wasn't doing a good job of it. His contacts began to bother him and he pondered taking them out, eager to see what reaction it would pose in his 'guest'. He decided against it instantly when his eyes fell upon the switch that worked the machine. Zim inched closer to it, so eager to pull it down. He wondered how loudly a human could scream in a moment of excruciating pain. He was soon to find out.
"No man. don't do it! You're not a killer! You can't be!!" the jock screamed out futilely.
"Not a killer?" Zim said suddenly shifting his gaze back to the young man. "You don't even know me yet you think you have the right to judge what I am?! You fucking piece of shit! You can't even begin to fathom what I am!"
The man's eyes went wide as Zim swiftly turned and pulled the lever. A whir of mechanics could be heard as the saw came to life. He shrieked as the blade cut into his torso. The scythe gracefully swung and decapitated the man's head, sending blood across the room to splatter on the adjacent wall. Zim's laughing echoed through the room. It had been too long since he had been able to do something like that.
A loud crack from behind him suddenly shook his nerves and he looked over to see the wall where the blood had splattered. There was now a thin line of cracks spreading across it.
"Shit" Zim said aloud as he backed away from that side of the room. The blood from the corpse had formed a pool on the floor and slowly began to flow towards the wall. Zim watched with a mix of amazement and horror as the wall seemed to absorb the blood. The cracks seemed to visibly diminish as well. He heard a low rumble from behind the wall. Whatever was back there had just been woken up. Zim really didn't want to find out what that something was. He looked at the other jock who, somehow, had managed to remain unconscious the entire time. Zim ran upstairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a knife out of the drawer and his discarded freezy cup from the counter.
"My boy, what's going on?" Mooseboy yelled as Zim swiftly moved by; he didn't answer, simply rushed back down the stairs and into the room where the wall was.
He hurried over to the unconscious man's body and slashed his wrist with the knife, catching the blood as it ran out. When the cup was almost full, he threw its contents at the wall, splattering it across. Once again the wall seemed to absorb more and more of the blood until the cracks had disappeared almost entirely. The rumbling from behind it also died down until he could barely hear it. Zim splattered a few more coats of blood on the wall until the jock was bled dry. This seemed to satisfy it and Zim hoped it would stay. He walked back upstairs shakily and plopped down on the couch.
"Zim what's wrong?" Naildoggy (as he will now be affectionately called) asked.
"The wall. it. there's something behind it." He replied. "I don't know what, but it's there."
"What's there Zim?" Pork questioned.
Zim shook his head, not wanting to know what that thing was. "I have to keep that fucking wall wet. I don't want it to get out."
"No. wait you don't have to do this." Naildoggy replied.
"Don't listen to that dead dog Zim, feed the wall and have fun doing it. You can't say that you didn't have fun killing those assholes. They deserved it!" Pork interjected
"Fook" Zim said hopelessly. He didn't like being forced into anything. He did enjoy teaching those jocks a lesson, but to feed a damn wall? "Maybe I am crazy." he said thinking of the word several of his victims had yelled out in their last few minutes of life.
"No Zim, you can find help. somewhere. maybe someone here will help you." Naildoggy pleaded.
"Yes! Crazy. beyond redemption! No one can help you. What you've become. They can't save you from yourself." Mooseboy said.
"So what should I do?" Zim asked quickly.
"Kill yourself." "Go have fun." the rubber animals rang out in unison.
This did little more than confuse Zim and he shook his head. "I'm going out. I have to find more blood to feed that thing."
"Kill a mime!" "Get stuck by oncoming traffic!" the rubber animals yelled after him. Naildoggy merely sighed.
Dib had been locked in his room all day. He dared not go out for fear of his sister's wrath. Apathetically, he looked out his open window and pondered climbing up onto the roof, but that's when he saw him. the alien from class. He was leaving that strange new house next door. "Zim lives THERE?!" Dib's eyes widened with shock knowing the psycho alien killer lived right next door to his very own home.
THE END
Hey! That wasn't so bad now was it? If you want more of these please review and tell me. or else I won't know. suggestions are welcome of course, but please note. I don't have the last 3 issues of JtHM yet *cries and goes off to recheck her shipping date* so I can't be doin' anything from those. So REVIEW and stuff. I'm a feedback sort of gal.
Sorry about the no pic. but I can describe. Zim~ the body is a lot like Nny's seems kinda tall, but he's short heh. and he's dressed like Zim, cept for the collar of the shirt being black instead of the usual pink, and the shirt is more close fitting, like Nny's . the head is shaped like Zim's . the eyes are shaped like Nny's, but of course have those accents for the pupilless irken eyes. and the antennae, as I already said, is the 'back from hell' look Nny was getting at, with them hanging forward. and the boots are Zimish. no matter how much I love Nny's boots. It ended up being Zim's Naildoggy~ is essentially Gir in the dog suit. Mr. Pork~ Think of one of Gir's piggies.. now add the hollow black rimmed eyes. black ears, stripes on the body.. (like a prison suit) and the Z? in a box on the front. Psycho Mooseboy~ Think minimoose. with stripes on its legs. the spiral eyes, and fuck written on its side. Crazy Robot Boy~ A stick-manish Gir.
Ok now review. I promise if I ever get a scanner I'll post the pics.
Ps: this was made in between the hours of 3am and 1pm (fear insomnia)
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. How this happened, I have no Idea. Well I sort of do. It all started when I got this idea for a drawing, but that ended up being a complete bust. I started drawing Zim. I got the face. then added some Nny-ish squinting eyes. Then I thought what the hell. I made the antennae resemble Nny's 'outta hell' haircut and went from there. No stopping me now. I started formulating a story in my twisted little head and this was the end result. (SpOOky) Well, just thought I'd share. and so not to piss off the almighty Jhonen, I'd like to say that he owns these concepts. not me. (just to note.. I will not be posting the pic that started all this for lack of scanner. sorry) (words in ' are thoughts by the way)
And here we start our story. 1. The Nightmare Begins
'I wish I didn't know 'why' I was here. It would make things a lot easier for me, but I remember. oh yes. I remember. The one thing I don't remember is how it all started, the killings. I'm short, which really isn't a good thing seeing as my insipid race likes to look down upon those that they can. well. look down on. They're all a bunch of holes. It seems they can't find any amusement in their pointless existence other than the constant torture and humiliation of their own kind. This makes me an easy target for them. Well, I guess I just got sick of being target practice, so I decided to 'punish' them for all the pain and suffering they cause me. Fook, I tried to take out my so called leaders because they, in particular, were very fond of hurting me, but I got caught. And now I sit here rotting away in one of their dank cells like some prisoner in their 'war'.'
Zim sat in the darkness of his solitary confinement cell. The straightjacket they had put on him was beginning to annoy and he kept hearing this constant wailing that seemed to be resonating from down the hall. At that moment, if he could, he would have made a dash out of that room to find the son of a bitch that was wailing and give him a real reason to scream, but his thoughts on this were interrupted by the door of his cell slowly being opened. There stood the two assholes Zim had wanted so desperately to kill. Of course he really couldn't do that now noting the fact that his hands were bound and that they had several of their guards with them.
"What do you want?" Zim said callously.
"Actually, we think we might have found some way you could be useful Zim." Said the red tallest.
Zim gave them a skeptic look. They hadn't changed. he wondered why they played these games. It was really sadistic of them to pretend as they were so obviously doing.
"Yes Zim, we're going to send you on a mission." The purple one said while almost making that bunny ears gesture, but his hands were promptly slapped by Red.
Zim narrowed one eye. "What mission?" he said. He really wanted to believe that someone thought enough of him to actually put him in charge of something, although he knew otherwise.
"Oh it's a very important mission." Purple said.
"Really" Zim said in a tone that reflected how much he believed what they were saying. He really wished he could kill them right now.
"Yes," Red piped in. "We are going to send you off to be an Invader. just occupy an enemy planet and kill whatever you find there. does that sound good?"
Zim's expression stayed unfazed and the Tallest exchanged glances.
"This planet has a never-ending supply of cherry fiz whiz." Red added in a flat tone.
Zim's eyes lit up. "Cherry fiz whiz!" His once ill features had turned into those of an excited child. "I love those! When can I go?! When can I go?!" Zim was overjoyed.
After more enthusiastic ravings over the cherry goodness, Zim was taken from his cell, still in his straight jacket, and into the nearest equipping station to get his supplies for the trip. Red and Purple had skipped out, leaving one of their guards to the task of giving Zim the stuff he would need. They really just didn't want to be around that maniac longer than they had to.
He looked around the room, while trying to loosen his arms from the straight jacket. Zim glanced over at the guard as he called off the various items he was to receive. The guard was effectively startled when he looked up to see Zim, with the straight jacket folded and tucked under one arm, inspecting a box on the other side of the room. Inside the box was a little green puppy that had caught Zim's attention. He wasn't sure, but it was almost as if he could hear the dog saying 'take me home with you'.
"S.sir?" the guard said. He was well aware of Zim's notorious mental state and was being careful of what he said and did around him.
"Can I have the doggy? I want the doggy." Zim said turning to the guard.
"Whatever you want." The guard said, afraid of what would happen if he denied the request.
"C'mon doggy" Zim said as he picked up the animal. "You get to go home with me" he said, wondering where home really was. The puppy wagged its tail and stared up at Zim with the affection that only pet can show. 'I'm your friend' he heard in the back of his mind. He thought it was crazy to think that a dog could talk, but maybe it was a special doggy because it obviously could.
"You can go now." The guard said motioning to the cruiser which had been packed with supplies.
Zim grinned as he dashed over to it. "The fiz whiz awaits!"
And with that, Zim was off for his mission. Little did he know that when he started the ship, it had been preprogrammed to send him to a particularly useless planet and then shut down, so he would be effectively stranded there with no way back.
Zim found ways to amuse himself during the long trip. He found pencils and paper to be among the supplies and began to draw a comic character which he referred to as Crazy Robot Boy. He fed doggy once, and forgot to ever do it again. Doggy died, but Zim didn't seem to mind. On another rummage hunt through his stuff, he found a rubber pig and moose. He laughed to himself as he scrawled on them with a permanent marker, leaving the moose with spiral eyes and the word 'fuck' written across its side. He left the pig with dark circles around its eyes and wrote 'Z?' on it after marking it with several stripes. Zim found that there was a large supply of the Irken equivalent of spaghettios on the ship as well. This made for a yummy meal went he did eat.
Zim was a little surprised when his pig and moose creations began to talk back to him. He had always talked to them, as well as with doggy, but this was the first time they ever spoke back.
Zim sighed as he looked out the window of his cruiser. "I wonder when we'll get there." He said to his friends.
"Is this trip ever going to end Zim?" Psycho Mooseboy said.
"Yes, we need to get off this thing so you can start having fun." Mr. Pork added.
Zim stood up and did a double blink. "I didn't know you could talk." Zim said pointing from the moose to the pig. Zim had never heard of talking rubber animals; he was beginning to doubt his sanity.
"Well of course we can talk, there's nothing out of the ordinary about that." Mr. Pork said.
"But why didn't you talk before?" Zim asked.
"That's simple. We never had anything worth telling you." Mooseboy replied.
"Oh, that makes sense." Zim said, realizing that was a perfectly logical explanation. "I hope we get there soon. I'm dying for a cherry fiz whiz." He sighed as he continued his gaze out the window.
Zim's hopes finally came true as the cruiser neared a small blue planet. Zim was unaware of this as he had passed out from sleep depravation which he sometimes did. The cruiser broke into the atmosphere and sailed into the night over an earth neighborhood. Zim woke up with a start and nervously looked around. He didn't like it when he slept. Dreams always distorted reality and when he would finally wake up, he couldn't differentiate between the real world and the dream world. He thought it was all some cruel trick, but was soon brought out of his musings by censors going off in the cruiser.
"We're here!" He squealed happily as the ship automatically landed rather conspicuously in between two houses. Zim cautiously stepped out of the ship and surveyed his attire. "I need a disguise if I don't want to be noticed." He said turning to the ship. He clicked a few buttons on the outer hull, activating the disguise generating machine. He stepped into the device and emerged wearing a pair of contact which made his eyes look like they were white with black pupils and a black wig of spiked hair.
From inside the ship Mr. Pork rang out "Yay we're here! Now get settled in so we can celebrate by going out and killing something."
Zim smirked as he went back in the craft to retrieve his friends, wondering if they would recognize him in his little disguise. A he entered, Psycho Mooseboy gave him an appraising look.
"Well that certainly is a change." he said after his evaluation.
Zim nodded in response as he collected the three and brought them back outside with him. He took out a device that was supposed to create their home and scribbled out a design on the sketch board that appeared. He then activated the device and set it on the ground. It came to life with the whirring of engines and dug itself into the ground. Zim was surprised at how quiet the device was, as it wasn't arousing anyone's attention. The house began to take form; it was a one story home with a slanted roof. A satellite receiver jutted out from one side of the roof and the two windows in front were boarded up. The house was numbered 777 and a solitary lawn gnome with 'keep off the loose soil' written across its chest could be seen to the right of the walkway which led up to the house. Doggy, Mr. Pork, Psycho Mooseboy and Zim all stared at their new home.
"Neat." Mr. Pork exclaimed.
"You think so Pork? At least nobody noticed it happening." Zim looked around. The street was still devoid of any activity. Perhaps the people of this planet just didn't care. He wondered if they were anything like his own race; surely they must be better. Zim hoped so as he entered his home.
The interior was normal enough. There was a sofa, a television, and a desk which Zim thought would be perfect for drawing Crazy Robot Boy on. Zim ventured further into the house to find the kitchen. He curiously opened a drawer to find it full of knives; he could use those later. Upon opening a cabinet, he found it stocked full of the skettios from the cruiser. He didn't bother to wonder how they had gotten in there, and proceeded to inspect a door that he had noticed in the living room. Pork snickered to himself as Zim ventured down into the depths of the underground structure.
He found that the stairs led to different levels under the house. The first level was filled with alien supplies, such as communications devices and monitoring systems. The other levels, Zim found to be quite amusing. They were strewn with rooms and corridors containing various machines and instruments of torture. (think slightly higher tech versions of Nny's crude devices) If there were any assholes on this planet, Zim knew exactly where they would end up. After admiring the lower levels, he returned to the first to see if there was anything in particular he needed to know about this planet; he was an invader after all.
Zim somehow found his way onto the web and discovered some useful information. He discovered their currencies, and in order to ensure that he had some of this, he scanned and sold off one of his Crazy Robot Boy comics which he was ensured would be popular among the homeless insane. He also found out about skool, the place where young humans were sent to learn. This place actually seemed like a good idea to him at the time, so he registered himself with a local skool and found out that he would be starting there tomorrow.
The next morning, a young human boy named Dib arose from a long night's sleep and readied himself to go to skool. Nothing seemed out of normal and he leisurely went about his morning routine. Dib opened the door to his house and stepped outside, ready to start his morning trek, until he noticed the odd building next door.
"That wasn't there yesterday." He pondered aloud. "Houses don't just pop up like that. Something weird's going on here." He stared at the odd house for a minute longer before his sister emerged from his house. "Gaz!" He said, walking up to her.
"Leave me alone Dib" was her response. She was playing her game slave and seemed not to be paying attention to him at all.
"Don't you think there's something weird about that new house? I mean come on." Dib said as he walked alongside her.
"I am almost to the vampire noodle Dib and if you mess me up I will make you regret that I was ever born." She said without looking up. Dib continued to stare at the house until they rounded a corner and it disappeared out of his site.
Zim stepped outside of his house squinting his eyes in the bright sunlight. Some time during the night, Zim had ended up nailing doggy to the wall of the living room for some unknown reason. He was a little nervous about staying away from home for seven hours, but he was curious to learn about this place. He pondered as he walked to skool.
Upon the completion of his journey, he looked at the building that was before him. Human children of varying sizes swarmed past him and into the building. 'They didn't seem too bad' he thought to himself as he entered the building. 'Yes, maybe this place is different.' Zim walked to the office and was instructed on which classroom he was to be in. As he walked towards the room, he heard a bell ringing and children made a mad dash for their classrooms. This made him a little nervous and he hoped there was no punishment involved for being late for an assignment. He made it to the door of his room as another bell rang. Zim secretly hoped it wouldn't be doing that all day. It was very annoying. He turned the knob on the door and entered quietly.
The teacher, a tall, ferocious looking woman, glared at him for a moment before looking to the class to announce the new student.
"Class, this is Zim. He is our new student. He." Miss Bitters was suddenly cut off.
"He's an Alien!!" Dib yelled from his desk on the front row. Zim was initially startled by the outburst, but once he realized the source, he glared at the boy with hatred. "Just look at him!! Can't you all see?!"
Miss Bitters growled as she was suddenly towering over him. "Dib! You will NOT interrupt me while I am speaking."
"But just look at his skin; He's green! He has to be an alien!" Dib yelled frantically which did nothing to calm Zim's growing rage. He darted glances around the room looking for something he could use to impale this adversary.
"Dib. this is getting old. No one ever believes what 'you' say and you know it. Why do you even try?" Zita said.
"But." Dib started.
"Zita's right! Stop acting like a freak, freak." The letter M piped in as he threw a piece of paper at Dib.
Zim took this all in. 'Fook! This place is NO better than were I came from! I must be an idiot to have thought things could be different. Nothing ever changes. No matter where you go, or what you do, the goblins will always be there.' Zim thought back to all the torture devices back at his home. He wanted to so desperately see that Dib-beast's chest ripped open by one of them. He grinned at the thought. 'Maybe I can continue my 'punishments' here.'
"Zim!" Miss Bitters yelled, snapping him back into reality. "Take your seat." She hissed and he complied. "Today you will learn why it is useless to think your life will amount to anything because you are all doomed."
Zim looked at the teacher. Now that woman seemed to have a firm grasp on reality. He listened to her rantings until they bored him; taking out a pad and pencil, he started to draw Crazy Robot Boy. The skool day was long and Zim found out that the time in the classroom was nothing compared to lunch and recess. Lunch was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen in his entire lifetime. He thought about how the mystery meat resembled an alien he had once encountered. At recess, he managed to stay to himself, until that pathetic human began to taunt him about his origins. Zim could barely contain the urge to rip his throat out, but was afraid of what might happen to him if he were to do so here. in this place. He was starting to get to the point where he didn't care either way when the bell rang to announce the dismissal of skool.
Zim stepped outside and began to walk away from the skool, regretting that he was expected to return there five days out of the week. Just then, Dib came up from behind him.
"I know what you are. You can't hide forever." He said arrogantly while stepping in front of Zim.
Zim smirked, thinking of the plastic knife he had concealed after lunch. "Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to keep from killing you in there?" he asked, watching his victim's movements.
"What?" Dib said, taken off guard.
"Yeah. I could barely wait." Zim slowly eased the plastic utensil out of his pocket. "And now I suppose I don't have to."
"Zim, that's made of plastic." Dib said. Zim stared into his eyes sadistically and nodded.
'Holy shit this guy's insane!' Dib thought, no longer doubting that the knife could cause some major damage.
Dib laughed nervously and slowly began to back away from Zim. The grin widened as Zim stepped forward. Dib turned and ran. Zim, of course, gave chase. "You call attention to me because I'm green! Like some kind of freak?!" Zim yelled after him, but Dib was too frightened to turn around. He knew that Zim was on his heels and that if he did chance a look back it could cost him his life. Zim laughed maniacally, fully enjoying the chase. In between confinement and the long travel in space, it had been a long time since he had actually killed someone. Dib cut corners where he could and ran past a 24/7. Zim was intent on the chase until something caught his eye. He turned his gaze from his victim and rested them on the sign. His run soon turned into a slow jog and he lowered the plastic knife. Zim finally came to a stop and stared in awe. There, on the sign in front of the 24/7, was written the word 'BRAINFREEZY'. Zim pocketed the knife and rushed inside, a grin posing on his face.
Dib had kept up his run, unaware that his assailant had given up chase. He ran home as fast as he could, but, because of his strange zigzag pattern, he did not beat Gaz home. He burst into his house panting, a bead of sweat rolling down his face. Gaz was disrupted by the noise and missed her chance to defeat the great hoagie king. As the words 'game over' appeared before her, she tuned her attention and hatred towards her brother.
"Do you have any idea what you've just done?" Gaz said.
Dib answered in between pants. "I. just. got away from. a psychotic alien who was trying to kill me!"
"No you idiot! You just cost me the Hoagie King!" Gaz said as she began advancing on her brother. Dib screamed and ran up to his room, locking the door behind him.
Zim gleefully entered the store and stared at the wondrous Brainfreezy machine. He had only heard about the magnificent thing. Skipping up to the machine, Zim examined the flavors.
"Doom Cherry! Squee!!" Zim went to pay for his drink with some of the money he made off of Crazy Robot Boy. It didn't occur to him that he had let his victim get away until he made it back outside the store. "Shit." Zim looked around as if expecting him to be someplace near.
"Hey, look at that freak over there with the green skin." Zim heard.
"Heh, I bet he's a fag because he looks like a fag" came another voice.
Zim turned his head, feeling the anger rising. There stood two jocks from the local hi-skool. Zim walked up to them almost casually and glared up into their eyes.
"I'm sorry; does the color of my skin offend you, because it really offends me to live on the same planet with such horrendous wastes of flesh." Zim stated boldly. The jocks looked down at him.
"Those are big words shorty. How you gonna back them up?" one of the jocks demanded.
Zim smiled happily.
*flash forward.* Later at Zim's house.
"Heh heh heh." Zim grinned at his 'guests'.
The jocks from earlier were strapped into two of the devices in the bowels of Zim's home. One of them seemed to be unconscious, while the other one stared in fear at his captor.
"Hey. I'm sorry man! Really! If you let me go. I'll make it worth your while! Shit!" The guy looked around himself at the saw blade which hung to his left and then to the scythe that was to his right.
Zim tried to hide his amusement, but wasn't doing a good job of it. His contacts began to bother him and he pondered taking them out, eager to see what reaction it would pose in his 'guest'. He decided against it instantly when his eyes fell upon the switch that worked the machine. Zim inched closer to it, so eager to pull it down. He wondered how loudly a human could scream in a moment of excruciating pain. He was soon to find out.
"No man. don't do it! You're not a killer! You can't be!!" the jock screamed out futilely.
"Not a killer?" Zim said suddenly shifting his gaze back to the young man. "You don't even know me yet you think you have the right to judge what I am?! You fucking piece of shit! You can't even begin to fathom what I am!"
The man's eyes went wide as Zim swiftly turned and pulled the lever. A whir of mechanics could be heard as the saw came to life. He shrieked as the blade cut into his torso. The scythe gracefully swung and decapitated the man's head, sending blood across the room to splatter on the adjacent wall. Zim's laughing echoed through the room. It had been too long since he had been able to do something like that.
A loud crack from behind him suddenly shook his nerves and he looked over to see the wall where the blood had splattered. There was now a thin line of cracks spreading across it.
"Shit" Zim said aloud as he backed away from that side of the room. The blood from the corpse had formed a pool on the floor and slowly began to flow towards the wall. Zim watched with a mix of amazement and horror as the wall seemed to absorb the blood. The cracks seemed to visibly diminish as well. He heard a low rumble from behind the wall. Whatever was back there had just been woken up. Zim really didn't want to find out what that something was. He looked at the other jock who, somehow, had managed to remain unconscious the entire time. Zim ran upstairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a knife out of the drawer and his discarded freezy cup from the counter.
"My boy, what's going on?" Mooseboy yelled as Zim swiftly moved by; he didn't answer, simply rushed back down the stairs and into the room where the wall was.
He hurried over to the unconscious man's body and slashed his wrist with the knife, catching the blood as it ran out. When the cup was almost full, he threw its contents at the wall, splattering it across. Once again the wall seemed to absorb more and more of the blood until the cracks had disappeared almost entirely. The rumbling from behind it also died down until he could barely hear it. Zim splattered a few more coats of blood on the wall until the jock was bled dry. This seemed to satisfy it and Zim hoped it would stay. He walked back upstairs shakily and plopped down on the couch.
"Zim what's wrong?" Naildoggy (as he will now be affectionately called) asked.
"The wall. it. there's something behind it." He replied. "I don't know what, but it's there."
"What's there Zim?" Pork questioned.
Zim shook his head, not wanting to know what that thing was. "I have to keep that fucking wall wet. I don't want it to get out."
"No. wait you don't have to do this." Naildoggy replied.
"Don't listen to that dead dog Zim, feed the wall and have fun doing it. You can't say that you didn't have fun killing those assholes. They deserved it!" Pork interjected
"Fook" Zim said hopelessly. He didn't like being forced into anything. He did enjoy teaching those jocks a lesson, but to feed a damn wall? "Maybe I am crazy." he said thinking of the word several of his victims had yelled out in their last few minutes of life.
"No Zim, you can find help. somewhere. maybe someone here will help you." Naildoggy pleaded.
"Yes! Crazy. beyond redemption! No one can help you. What you've become. They can't save you from yourself." Mooseboy said.
"So what should I do?" Zim asked quickly.
"Kill yourself." "Go have fun." the rubber animals rang out in unison.
This did little more than confuse Zim and he shook his head. "I'm going out. I have to find more blood to feed that thing."
"Kill a mime!" "Get stuck by oncoming traffic!" the rubber animals yelled after him. Naildoggy merely sighed.
Dib had been locked in his room all day. He dared not go out for fear of his sister's wrath. Apathetically, he looked out his open window and pondered climbing up onto the roof, but that's when he saw him. the alien from class. He was leaving that strange new house next door. "Zim lives THERE?!" Dib's eyes widened with shock knowing the psycho alien killer lived right next door to his very own home.
THE END
Hey! That wasn't so bad now was it? If you want more of these please review and tell me. or else I won't know. suggestions are welcome of course, but please note. I don't have the last 3 issues of JtHM yet *cries and goes off to recheck her shipping date* so I can't be doin' anything from those. So REVIEW and stuff. I'm a feedback sort of gal.
Sorry about the no pic. but I can describe. Zim~ the body is a lot like Nny's seems kinda tall, but he's short heh. and he's dressed like Zim, cept for the collar of the shirt being black instead of the usual pink, and the shirt is more close fitting, like Nny's . the head is shaped like Zim's . the eyes are shaped like Nny's, but of course have those accents for the pupilless irken eyes. and the antennae, as I already said, is the 'back from hell' look Nny was getting at, with them hanging forward. and the boots are Zimish. no matter how much I love Nny's boots. It ended up being Zim's Naildoggy~ is essentially Gir in the dog suit. Mr. Pork~ Think of one of Gir's piggies.. now add the hollow black rimmed eyes. black ears, stripes on the body.. (like a prison suit) and the Z? in a box on the front. Psycho Mooseboy~ Think minimoose. with stripes on its legs. the spiral eyes, and fuck written on its side. Crazy Robot Boy~ A stick-manish Gir.
Ok now review. I promise if I ever get a scanner I'll post the pics.
Ps: this was made in between the hours of 3am and 1pm (fear insomnia)
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