In reply to your reviews: aaaAAAWWW!! Ya'll actually like me!! YOU REALLY LIKE ME!! I give you all a monkey for Christmas. (Or a Gir plushy, you like Gir yes?). Anywho, this story got the most votes from my count. It may take 3-4 chapters to finish, but I think this will be my best fic. "Patience is a virtue". So DEAL WITH IT!! Hehe..*Starts wrapping your gift *
I DO NOT OWN JHONEN VASQUEZ!!! His parents own him!! Johnny belongs to Jhonen, and I am an obsessed fan to JTHM…it's a vicious cycle I tell yah. Anywho read my fic with ALL YOUR GOD FORSAKEN HEART!!!
Enjoy…. or else…
I flee like…a fleeing thing now…WHOOSH!!
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It was late, perhaps 1:30-2 Am? It was a bit cloudy that night, the moon dimly shinning through a half visible window. A tall figure laid virtually lifeless, his head laying forehead-first on his drawing table, with his radiating (glowing wise) red hair shinning under his dimming lamp.
It had been almost forever since Jhonen had even drawn a panel on paper, with the Invader Zim series so popular in demand he never had the time to do what he wanted to do. And now, on a free night, he passed out on his work with only one picture of his favorite, and first creation, drawn.
A pencil drawing of Johnny, sitting at his desk (much like Jhonen at that time) writing in his Die-Ary. A few trees where drawn at Johnny's window as a background. Along with a painting hanging on his wall, of some weird creature with tentacles swerving about with heads and knives attached to them (the moose?).
"Unfortunately, this strip may never be finished…" where the last words Jhonen said before he instantly passed out.
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Somewhere else, who knows where, another tall figure also sat at his desk, though different from our last persona. He was indeed tall, though gaunt and dark; a mysterious vibe came from him that could only be described as "eerie". He sat there, his "Die-Ary" opened wide on a blank page. He wanted to write something, but nothing came to mind.
"These past few days have been rather odd", Johnny, or NNY as he would prefer, questioned, " A haven't gone out of this house, or even this floor for that matter…nothing has been happening….". Outside, the trees began to sway heavily against the newly falling rain. Crashes of thunder and blazing lightning surrounded Johnny's ears in their furious, natural anger.
NNY stared through the window, fascinated by natures own weapon as a blast of lightning cut through a near by tree and fell into the next-door neighbors house (not Squee's).
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Suddenly, and rapidly, a flash of bright yellow/golden light came flashing through the window of both worlds. Shattered glass struck the ground, along with charred wood-ashes. A short scream of pain, quick and suffice…then silence…
Both figures lie on the ground almost simultaneously, then silence coated the scene. None moved, none breathed. Almost like death had come and gone.
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Only short minutes passed. Jhonen began to get up, his clothes lightly charred from the lightning. Though as he got up, a puzzled look came apon his face. "Where am I? And why am I wearing glasses?" He questioned himself while slowly setting the glasses on the table. His eyes widened in shock and horror as he looked up at the walls. A small mirror hung in front of him, showing his face…or rather…someone else's.
"HOLY JESUS CHRIST!! THAT'S NOT ME!!" He screeched as he backed away from the mirror. The red hair, longer face, piercing…plus the fact he was a tad bit lighter in skin tone, where frightening him horribly. He backed up into a chair and turned around quickly. They're on the walls where drawings, sketches, even paintings of him, Squee, and even Devi. Everywhere else hung posters of certain movies he never even heard of.
Jhonen, or rather NNY, stared frightened at the one pencil sketch on the artist's table. "wh…whuh…does…wait…" He stuttered, "What if this is some dream? I dosed off suddenly, and now im dreaming!! Hahahahahahaaa!! I'll just wake myself up!" He laughed. SLAP! SLAP SLAP SLAP!!! Nothing, he still remained in that room, and in that body. What was he going to do?! He couldn't figure this out. Suddenly, a ring was heard.
"A…A phone call?" He stuttered. *CLICK! * "Hey, Jhonen!" A voice called through the phone. "Who are you?" NNY questioned. A brief silence broke out. "Umm…. its me…Roman? Have you been mixing Mt.Dew and cherry pop rocks again?" Roman asked. "……. Oh! Yeah yeah…sooo…wazzap?" NNY replied. "Yeeeaaah…Anywho, I just called to make sure we where still working on the new Zim 'sode." Said Roman.
"Zim 'sode?!? Is that a drug?!? WHO THE HELL IS THIS GUY?!?", NNY thought. "uuuhhh…yeah…". "Great, see yah at Nick." Roman replied. "Wait.Umm…where do we work again?" NNY asked. Another brief silence. "Did you stare at the microwave again?!? It's in Orlando at…. Never mind, I don't trust you in this state…I'll just call Ricki and tell him to pick you up… *CLICK*
ALRIGHTY!! That was chapter one!! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!! I shall upload chapter 2 some time soon…hopefully before my Christmas break. And yes…I can read your dogs mind…he wants a milkbone, do you have any? He wants some…. now…