Title: All Becomes One
Subtitle: When Joss Meets Jhonen (Scaaary)
Author: Amethyst Soul (I'm 17! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! ::does the I'm-17-but-I-don't-act-a-day-over-11-dance::)
Summary: The life of three central characters in the future, with musical background. No, none of them will sing. Despite my attempts, the idea of Zim singing is enough to make even Disney churn. But, if you're up for some fluffiness, the fic is designed in such a way that you could imagine them singing if you want. Just don't yell at me if your head explodes... or your body bursts into flames and ashes (Stupid joke, I know. If you actually watched the episode, you'd get it). Also- don't review complaining that I stole the 'Musical' idea from Heptad. If you do, then you're an idiot, because you'd see how vastly different these two fics really are. Plus, I started writing this before that other musical was even posted.
You will also notice that there is almost no dialogue in this. It helps maintain the theme of a musical. You'll *have* to read the lyrics to understand the fic.
Rating: PG-13 (for implied themes)
Warnings: Angst, ZAGR (one sided), and depressing, violent, intimate themes (Tasty, no?)
Disclaimer: Most of these songs are spurned from the imagination of Joss Whedon from "Once More, With Feeling", who could probably do just about anything; whereas the characters and setting are from the mind of Jhonen Vasquez, who... also could do just about anything.
Authors Note: Don't ask where my right mind was when I wrote this. I did this out of a mere impulse, and the fact that someone actually took it seriously when I was laughing about it. Despite my dislike for such a tasteless show (I'm not talking about IZ, I'm talking about the OTHER one whose name I will not mention... okay, fine. I admit, it was Buffy. LEAVE ME ALONE!), the choreography and musical theme were surprisingly good. Joss Whedon : Directing :: Jhonen Vasquez : Art/Concepts. And no. There will be no dancing in this. If you really *want* Zim dancing across the stage in green tights and Dib doing pliés in a tutu, then you need help.
Part One: "You're Lost, Little Girl"
POV: Dib
Artist: The Doors
He watched them as they kissed.
It was from his window, on the upper floor of his house. He stood with his hands in the pockets of his old and tattered trench coat, wishing this was some kind of nightmare that he could get over. That maybe he was stuck in Gaz's nightmare world, and he'd have to find a way out.
But if this was some nightmare world, there was no way out.
He stared down at the two with cold, impassionate eyes. Zim's arms were wrapped beneath Gaz's winter jacket, his lips locked with hers, and she, willingly, kissed back. His eyes were halfway open; hers were not.
/You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl/
How it happened, Dib would never know. Why it happened he did. But no matter how many times he tried to convince Gaz why, she wouldn't listen to him. She turned away her own brother for a complete stranger. That's what Zim was to her. She didn't truly know him. She didn't know his darker side. She didn't know where he had come from, or what he was doing here. She didn't care.
/You're lost
Tell me who
Are you?/
Dib slowly backed away from the window, unable to keep his eyes on the sight before him. His enemy and his sister. Together? It wasn't right. He couldn't have perceived either of the two ever turning on him like this.
Why wasn't Zim fighting anymore? Why did he stop scheming, and planning? Dib hadn't battled him for months, and it made him uneasy. And his sister... it was just wrong to see his sister heads over heels for anyone, let alone Zim.
Dib walked over to his table and picked up a book with no title. His hands passed by an old picture, and he caught sight of it. He scrutinized the picture closely. It featured an emotionless Gaz, as a young girl, with that hideous bow atop her head and a wickedly grinning scull pendant around her neck.
It was the skull he had given to her for her 3rd birthday. He thought she'd like it, and she did. She'd worn it ever since then, and hadn't taken it off until... until Zim. Zim gave her a necklace for their one-month anniversary, and the skull necklace, the one that held such a tacit bond between Dib and her was thrown off in an instant, forgotten beneath a cold, empty bed.
/I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but it's true
I think that you know what to do./
He sat on the bed and held up the book, trying to force himself to another world away from this nightmare. 'Why should it bother me that they're right outside my window, kissing who-knows-where and whispering who-knows-what in each other's ear?'
She wasn't the girl he'd remembered from so long ago. He took another glance at the picture again, and wondered what hid beneath the dark glare and the distant eyes that made her fall in love with Zim. She couldn't have been the same Gaz. She must have been changed... somehow... desperate for attention, maybe? Searching for acceptance? Assimilating the first love and care that came her way, despite its mask?
/I'm sure that you know what to do
You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl/
He sighed and tossed the book to the side, standing up. Resisting the strong urge to go to the window again, he forced his legs to take him out of his room and down towards the stairs. The walls around him seemed inches closer, and he couldn't help but stare at the various pictures of Gaz that hung on the wall.
When she was younger? Hell, she was still young. Barely seventeen, and already she was 'in love'. What a despicable word to use to compare those two to. It was deception, and Zim knew it. But for all of Gaz's distrust of society, all her enmity toward conformity, and social contact, and humanity, this was the one thing she couldn't see.
/You turned.
Tell me why
Did you leave?/
He saw that he hadn't budged from his spot, and then descended down the stairs, grabbing on to the banister three quarters the way down and swinging over it. He landed with a loud thud! on the floor and straightened up, unable to turn away from seeing Zim and Gaz through the clear curtains of the kitchen window.
/You aren't you anymore,
But you know what to do.
Why can't you see your power, girl?
It's because you're too lost to./
Sneering under his breath, he made his way into the kitchen. They had yet to detach from each other, and it was getting a little disgusting. Dib shut the draperies and turned, trying to find something that held his interest in the kitchen. Nothing did.
'How could Zim sink so low,' Dib thought as he made his way out into the living room. He flopped onto the couch and stared at a blank television screen. 'How could he stand using my sister for his own devious plans? How could Gaz let him do so?'
/You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost./
Dib fell asleep on the couch, snuggled underneath the warmth of his trench coat and the troubled thoughts that brewed within him. He didn't notice the bags by the closet, nor did he awaken as the door to his father's lab slowly open.
A/N: Now it is time for thanks. Thank you to Verdi and Tif, for reading, beta-ing, and not ripping my head off when I said it used songs from Buffy the Musical. Also thanks to Verdandi, who actually took me seriously when I first proposed the idea of having an IZ musical. And thanks to all of you, my wonderful readers, who, from the looks of it, have yet to burst into flames.
Subtitle: When Joss Meets Jhonen (Scaaary)
Author: Amethyst Soul (I'm 17! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! ::does the I'm-17-but-I-don't-act-a-day-over-11-dance::)
Summary: The life of three central characters in the future, with musical background. No, none of them will sing. Despite my attempts, the idea of Zim singing is enough to make even Disney churn. But, if you're up for some fluffiness, the fic is designed in such a way that you could imagine them singing if you want. Just don't yell at me if your head explodes... or your body bursts into flames and ashes (Stupid joke, I know. If you actually watched the episode, you'd get it). Also- don't review complaining that I stole the 'Musical' idea from Heptad. If you do, then you're an idiot, because you'd see how vastly different these two fics really are. Plus, I started writing this before that other musical was even posted.
You will also notice that there is almost no dialogue in this. It helps maintain the theme of a musical. You'll *have* to read the lyrics to understand the fic.
Rating: PG-13 (for implied themes)
Warnings: Angst, ZAGR (one sided), and depressing, violent, intimate themes (Tasty, no?)
Disclaimer: Most of these songs are spurned from the imagination of Joss Whedon from "Once More, With Feeling", who could probably do just about anything; whereas the characters and setting are from the mind of Jhonen Vasquez, who... also could do just about anything.
Authors Note: Don't ask where my right mind was when I wrote this. I did this out of a mere impulse, and the fact that someone actually took it seriously when I was laughing about it. Despite my dislike for such a tasteless show (I'm not talking about IZ, I'm talking about the OTHER one whose name I will not mention... okay, fine. I admit, it was Buffy. LEAVE ME ALONE!), the choreography and musical theme were surprisingly good. Joss Whedon : Directing :: Jhonen Vasquez : Art/Concepts. And no. There will be no dancing in this. If you really *want* Zim dancing across the stage in green tights and Dib doing pliés in a tutu, then you need help.
Part One: "You're Lost, Little Girl"
POV: Dib
Artist: The Doors
He watched them as they kissed.
It was from his window, on the upper floor of his house. He stood with his hands in the pockets of his old and tattered trench coat, wishing this was some kind of nightmare that he could get over. That maybe he was stuck in Gaz's nightmare world, and he'd have to find a way out.
But if this was some nightmare world, there was no way out.
He stared down at the two with cold, impassionate eyes. Zim's arms were wrapped beneath Gaz's winter jacket, his lips locked with hers, and she, willingly, kissed back. His eyes were halfway open; hers were not.
/You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl/
How it happened, Dib would never know. Why it happened he did. But no matter how many times he tried to convince Gaz why, she wouldn't listen to him. She turned away her own brother for a complete stranger. That's what Zim was to her. She didn't truly know him. She didn't know his darker side. She didn't know where he had come from, or what he was doing here. She didn't care.
/You're lost
Tell me who
Are you?/
Dib slowly backed away from the window, unable to keep his eyes on the sight before him. His enemy and his sister. Together? It wasn't right. He couldn't have perceived either of the two ever turning on him like this.
Why wasn't Zim fighting anymore? Why did he stop scheming, and planning? Dib hadn't battled him for months, and it made him uneasy. And his sister... it was just wrong to see his sister heads over heels for anyone, let alone Zim.
Dib walked over to his table and picked up a book with no title. His hands passed by an old picture, and he caught sight of it. He scrutinized the picture closely. It featured an emotionless Gaz, as a young girl, with that hideous bow atop her head and a wickedly grinning scull pendant around her neck.
It was the skull he had given to her for her 3rd birthday. He thought she'd like it, and she did. She'd worn it ever since then, and hadn't taken it off until... until Zim. Zim gave her a necklace for their one-month anniversary, and the skull necklace, the one that held such a tacit bond between Dib and her was thrown off in an instant, forgotten beneath a cold, empty bed.
/I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but it's true
I think that you know what to do./
He sat on the bed and held up the book, trying to force himself to another world away from this nightmare. 'Why should it bother me that they're right outside my window, kissing who-knows-where and whispering who-knows-what in each other's ear?'
She wasn't the girl he'd remembered from so long ago. He took another glance at the picture again, and wondered what hid beneath the dark glare and the distant eyes that made her fall in love with Zim. She couldn't have been the same Gaz. She must have been changed... somehow... desperate for attention, maybe? Searching for acceptance? Assimilating the first love and care that came her way, despite its mask?
/I'm sure that you know what to do
You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl/
He sighed and tossed the book to the side, standing up. Resisting the strong urge to go to the window again, he forced his legs to take him out of his room and down towards the stairs. The walls around him seemed inches closer, and he couldn't help but stare at the various pictures of Gaz that hung on the wall.
When she was younger? Hell, she was still young. Barely seventeen, and already she was 'in love'. What a despicable word to use to compare those two to. It was deception, and Zim knew it. But for all of Gaz's distrust of society, all her enmity toward conformity, and social contact, and humanity, this was the one thing she couldn't see.
/You turned.
Tell me why
Did you leave?/
He saw that he hadn't budged from his spot, and then descended down the stairs, grabbing on to the banister three quarters the way down and swinging over it. He landed with a loud thud! on the floor and straightened up, unable to turn away from seeing Zim and Gaz through the clear curtains of the kitchen window.
/You aren't you anymore,
But you know what to do.
Why can't you see your power, girl?
It's because you're too lost to./
Sneering under his breath, he made his way into the kitchen. They had yet to detach from each other, and it was getting a little disgusting. Dib shut the draperies and turned, trying to find something that held his interest in the kitchen. Nothing did.
'How could Zim sink so low,' Dib thought as he made his way out into the living room. He flopped onto the couch and stared at a blank television screen. 'How could he stand using my sister for his own devious plans? How could Gaz let him do so?'
/You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost./
Dib fell asleep on the couch, snuggled underneath the warmth of his trench coat and the troubled thoughts that brewed within him. He didn't notice the bags by the closet, nor did he awaken as the door to his father's lab slowly open.
A/N: Now it is time for thanks. Thank you to Verdi and Tif, for reading, beta-ing, and not ripping my head off when I said it used songs from Buffy the Musical. Also thanks to Verdandi, who actually took me seriously when I first proposed the idea of having an IZ musical. And thanks to all of you, my wonderful readers, who, from the looks of it, have yet to burst into flames.