Okay, I was kind of shocked that no one came up with this as a story idea. So, here I am (About to get stop writing my other JTHM story that I just put on here on the 26th) writing a crossover that only a insane person would write!

And I'm not.

Zim, if you would?

Zim: This human toothpick of a girl does not own the almighty ZIM!

Johnny?

Nny:...I'll kill you if you say you own me. NO ONE OWNS ME! I FALLOW THE RULES OF NO ONE! EVEN YOU!

Uhh...Okay! Let's get to the story then!

A small classroom that was filled to the gills with children that looked as if they didn't wanted anything to do with the school in general. The windows were to the left of the children that looked no older that twelve years of age, showed the outside getting darker along with the clouds turning to a grey and almost tornado like. The kids in the class seemed to be thrilled by this, but one boy with green tinted skin in the front row of the class seemed somewhat in fear at this at the sight of this. His leather black gloves squeezed the corners of the desk as he watched the first rain drop hit the window. He shuttered.

"What's wrong, Zim?" A boy with glasses and a sickle like hair cut that was somewhat closer to the window hissed. "Didn't apply glue today?" The boy chuckled evilly at this.

Zim's bluish purple eyes darted around the room, sweat running down his face. "Foolish human-Dib stink with your big head." Zim said, waving his hand at him. "The great Zim would never forget something so important!"

Thunder ran throughout the room as the light in the poor school flickered. Kids looked at one another then to the front seeing their demon like teacher standing at the front of the class as the lights turned back on. Her pale skin seemed to make her look colder than she already did with her black like dress that made her seem as if she was floating an inch off the grown.

"Class," The teacher called Ms. Bitters hissed, "Today the class will be learning about the super continent and its' founder." The light flickered and she was now at her chair, her fingers interloped. "But first, I have to take roll like every other doomed day." Darkness formed around her hand and a pencil appeared shortly after.

"Torque?"

"Here," A voice replied.

"Keef?"

"HERE!" A high pitched voice answered, waving his hand around in the air.

This went on and Zim zoned out for the most part. His mind was drifting to if they were going to mess with arts and crafts that day or not. If not, then he would be turned into a crisp before he got to his lime green house. The rain pelted the windows as Zim found himself flinching at the sound of every rain drop hitting the window.

"ZIM!" The teacher's voice yelled, cutting into his thoughts.

"Eh?" He said, turning to Ms. Bitters. "Yes, yes. Zim is here."

"Dib?"

"Here," Dib responded.

"You don't even have to say it since you head pulls my tension towards you." Everyone giggled at this remark as Dib cross his arms over his baby blue shirt with a plan looking circle face on it.

"I don't have a big head." He mumbled, messing with his black trench coat.

Ms. Bitters went on. "It seems that everyone is here today." She groaned. Just as she was going to drop the antedates paper in to a slit in her desk that no one knew where it went, when a red phone rung on her desk. Every one of the student body, except for Zim and Dib, gasped at the red phone as it rang for a third time.

Ms. Bitters's cold hands reached for the phone and slowly put it to her ear.

"Yess," She hissed. The person on the receiving end yelled enough that everyone, even in the back, could hear. "No, I have enough brain dead children in my class and I don't need an-…" They cut her off before she could finish her sentence. "Then send them to the underground classrooms!" She yelled. Zim's interest perked at this. Who was this that was speaking to her? What was this about?

Ms. Bitters grounded her teeth, her eyes turning red under her glasses. "FINE," She hung up the phone and the phone vanished back into the desk. "Class, it seems that we have a new student coming into this pitiful class."

Dib's eyebrow rose at this. A new student? Was it another Irken like Tak and Zim?

"This," She stood from her desk. "So called 'student', won't be here for long. Only tell the end of this year." Everyone gave here puzzled looks as if she were nuts. "The student is different from the rest of you, so don't stare and their deformities like Zim's green skin, no ears, and nose."

Zim stood on his desk and raised his fist in the air. "I'm normal!" He shouted, looked around, and then sat back in his desk.

Dib laughed.

"Or Dib's big head." She went on.

"HEY!"

The thunder shook the school as everyone looked around, seeing parts of the ceiling falling. Sounds of metal hitting the tile flooring outside the hall grabbed the student's attention as a tall, leering, shadow covered the fogged glass window. The shadow was almost taller than the door! The shadows hair stuck out in different ways and only to stuck out like bug antennas.

"ALIEN!" Dib thought in fear seeing the antenna like hair in the shadows.

Zim felt fear run in his veins at the shadow, a sinister smile showing through the glass, "W-Who is this human!"

The classroom door swung open to show something no one expected to see. A man in his early twenties stood in the door way, slouched somewhat as his blackish blue hair stuck in different directions. His black trench coat matched with everything else he wore. His black still toe like boots, his black and white striped shirt that had a text saying, 'This is my front,', and black jeans that seemed to be ripped at the knee and looked fringed. His black eyes scanned the children's faces then turned to the teacher's. His eyes half lidded showing his eye lids black on the top.

He raised an eyebrow, "Bitters?"

The student's eyes turned to Ms. Bitters.

"Yes." She hissed. "Come to the front of the class and say what you have to say. I don't want to hear you after that."

The male closed the door behind him and walked to the front of the class, his still toe boots clanking as he did so. He turned to the children, standing in front of Zim's desk, glaring at nothing Zim could see.

He snapped out of his daze then looked at the kids once more.

"Name," Bitters yelled. The male's eye narrowed as a growl escaped his mouth.

"My name," He started, putting his hands behind his back, "is Johnny C." He answered coldly, almost as cold as Ms. Bitters's. Zim felt his antennas flatten on his head as he wrinkled his face. This human reeked of the smell of copper! Johnny's eyes snapped to Zim. Zim's eyes widened and he sunk in his chair. "I'm not here to make friends, and I don't want any of you talking to me, if I hear you talking about me ill like," His eyes darkened at this subject, "I will not hesitate to do something about it."

There was silence in the room, the clock ticking in the background.

One of the children's hands rose in the back, catching Johnny off guard. "I have a question." A boy with a runny nose asked.

Johnny turned to Ms. Bitters, "Can they do that?" He asked somewhat puzzled, pointing to the boy in the back.

"Yes," Ms. Bitters answered slowly. "I just listen to them to shut them up."

Johnny turned back to the children, a happy look on his face, as if never getting to answer questions.

"Yes?" He asked, pointing to the kid in the back.

"Why are you here?" The child asked, rubbing his nose on his arm. Johnny grimaced at the kid rubbing his nose on himself. Johnny recollected himself and stood up straight.

"I'm here because I was caught jaywalking on the streets at night," Johnny answered. Then he rubbed his neck and kicked at the ground. "And I kicked a Chihuahua in the way of an oncoming car," He balled his hands up and yelled, "THAT FUCKING CHIHUAHUA IS UP TO SOMETHING! I KNOW IT! IT'S ALWAYS FALLOWING ME!" The kid's eyes widened at this. Johnny stopped and blinked at his own actions, and then recollected himself.

"And five cars got in a wreck because of it." Their mouths fell open, "And the judge told me I have to go to school now because they found out I didn't finish school and I have to pay for the cars. That was my punishment." He snickered. "It's funny, I get caught doing this but I never get caught doing…" He stopped and looked at the kids. "Yeeaahh…So," He coughed in his hand, "Next question."

A girl with long blond hair raised her hand. "I have one." She said.

"Okay," Johnny pointed at her, getting somewhat chipper doing this.

"One," The girl said raising her finger doing this, "You don't have to point at us; we know who you're talking to, loser." Johnny's eye twitched at this. Did she not hear his rules? "Two, why does a twenty year old have to go back to school? Why did you even drop out?" She flipped her hair, "You must really be stupid."

Zim and Dib could tell by the way Johnny was looking at her that he wasn't happy with the way she was talking to him. His happiness was wiped off and replaced with anger and rage. If he could, he would probably blow her head up. (HA!) One eye was wide when the other twitched nonstop.

Johnny asked the girl, "What's your name?"

The blond girl flipped her hair again, "Jessica."

Johnny closed one eye and stuck out his tongue, looking at the ceiling as he did so. "Jessica…" He snapped his fingers, "Got it."

Jessica looked at him like he was stupid. "You didn't answer any of my questions." She complained.

"I won't have to." He explained.

Jessica looked to the teacher for help. "Teacher, this weirdo didn't answer my questions!" She complained.

Johnny was in front of her desk in second, scaring the poor child. "NO ONE LIKES A WHINER," He yelled in her face. "AND DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT WORD!" He added, waving a finger at her.

"Fine," She said, crossing her arms. "I'll call you wacky."

The world seemed to stop at this one, small, five letter word. All the kids watched as if a nuclear bomb was about to go off. Johnny froze, his eyes turning to an insane look as he glared at Jessica. Jessica seemed as if she could care less what was going on now. Johnny's hands reached out to Jessica's head.

"Come back to the front Johnny!" Ms. Bitters demanded, snapping him out of his trance, "NOW!" Johnny glared back at the girl then walked back to the front. Ms. Bitters acted as if the event didn't happen, but Zim and Dib were at a loss for words.

Johnny was still glaring at Jessica as Ms. Bitters went on.

"As our class is full at the moment," She pointed out, "One of you will have to go to the underground class."

Dib razed his hand. "Ms. Bitters, is there even an underground class room?"

Ms. Bitters didn't answer, but Johnny looked at the ground with a new found interest, bending to the ground and tapping at it.

"Nowww, let's see," Her finger scanned through the classroom. She stopped and pointed at an old man kid in the back of the room, "You." The old man child fell with the desk underground then the desk came back up with the old man child gone. Johnny walked over to the desk in the back of the room and looked at the flooring under it. "Take a set and we'll get started."

Johnny sat at the desk and turned to the window to see the rain falling much harder than before.

Zim and Dib turned to get one more look at Johnny. This guy was… different… Johnny eyes snapped to the two and gave them a wicked smile they had never seen before, making them jump and turn back to the teacher.

Ms. Bitters turned to the chalk board, "As I was saying…"

Well, there's chapter one! What do you think?

Nny: That was worse then the tacos at Tacohell.

Zim:I agree with the scary human beast.

I wasn't asking you... R&R!