Never Ending Nightmare

By Miss-DNL

Chapter 1: Continuing Nightmare

"Dib hurry up!"

"Coming Gaz!" Dib called to his scary sister from his room upstairs. He pulled on his black backpack, spotting his laptop he glanced warily at his bedroom door. He gritted his teeth as he made an immensely bold decision. He went to go check his computer over hurry up for his immensely terrifying sister!

Just real quick, Dib thought to himself, as accessed his computer. He knew what doom could rain down upon him, but lately Zim had been acting weird. Weirder than usual.

Ever since October had started he'd gotten gradually twitchier, muttering something to himself as his eyes would dart all over the class room. The strange behavior continued outside of school too. Dib had followed him home one day and saw the alien running home as fast as his legs could carry him. Dib hadn't seen him ever run that fast! He literally bowled over any one in his way! It was kind of amazing actually, how fast he was running and seeing people go flying into the air. Heh, it still made Dib chuckle. Not that he'd ever admit that out loud, aside from the chuckle.

Dib blinked and shook his head, he'd gotten off track with the thoughts. Super focused now he accessed his computer, his pink tongue sticking out as he concentrated. The paranormal investigator needed to do this fast as possible. He shivered at the horrors that his purple haired sister would inflict on him if he took too long. Oh the horrors, he'd suffered them in the past and avoiding them was the always the wisest decision.

But! He had to do this first!

Clicking away on the laptop he accessed a spy camera he'd placed in a bush across from Zim's odd light green house. What the spy camera was seeing popped onto the screen. Dib rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Nothing seemed off. Dib jumped when he heard his sister yell with the fury of a thousand hells,

"Dib! Hurry up! If I'm late because of you…You will pay!"

That was all the motivation Dib needed, he squealed in terror and ran downstairs not caring that he left his laptop on. Looking terrified he brushed his scythe-like hair, his teeth then rushed to the stairs. Sliding down the rail he had a temporary moment of happiness going "Weeeee!" all the way down.

Landing at the bottom he immediately looked terrified again, nervously chuckling to his sister, "Eheh, I'm ready to go."

Gaz eyed him for a moment before suddenly growling at him getting an "eep" of terror before she suddenly grunted and walked out of the door, "Whatever."

Dib let out a sigh of relief and followed after her, shutting the door behind them. Walking outside the sun was shining so warmly it may have well had a big freaking smile on its face. There were white fluffy clouds in the sky, but none dared interfere with the sun's happiness and stayed out of the way. The birds were chirping too. It was one great morning and it quickly affected Dib's previously wary mood, even as he was walking next to the scariest girl in the whole city and possibly the world.

He took a deep breath that was a little too deep causing him to go into a loud painful sounding coughing fit. Dib had taken a bit too much city air in his breath, and the unhealthy, stinky, more than likely chemical filled air had invaded his nostrils. That didn't dampen Dib's good mood though!

"Today feels like a great day! Doesn't it Gaz?" Dib said in a chipper manner as he smiled brightly to his sister.

"Shut up, you voice is annoying." Gaz muttered as she played her Game Slave two, the portable came system letting of beeps and screams as she killed vampire piggies.

Dib blink looking at her for a moment, but used to his sister's maxed out anti-social behavior he quickly dismissed it. Eventually the dirty, slightly worn out looking Skool came into view, Dib always wondered why the spelling was wrong. He shrugged it off, didn't matter anyway. Seeing the other skoolkids hurrying inside Dib could tell skool was about to start. Quickly he ran up to the steps waving his sister good-bye, if he was late again Mrs. Bitters would fail him!

"See yah Gaz!" He yelled back to his scary sister. Gaz only returned it with an irate growl as she walked to the front steps. Dib didn't worry because Mr. Elliot, Gaz's teacher, was scared of her like the rest of his class was, as was the rest of the Skool.

Weaving through the skool halls Dib made it to his class before the bell rang. Quickly he took his seat, was only one way from Zim's. They had gone up a skool grade and Dib had made sure to stay in Zim's class. It had taken hacking into the skool system but no biggie. For some reason though, they still had the scary, more than likely not human, teacher Mrs. Bitters. Despite the fact Mrs. Bitters hated Dib, she hated everyone though-except Zita (who was still in their class)-he still managed to pass her class with a high grade.

Dib didn't like still having Mrs. Bitters as a teacher but he had to keep an eye on Zim! For the good of mankind!

Leaning forward onto his desk Dib looked past Carl, a blond kid that had a red beanie over his eyes for whatever reason, to check if the nefarious alien was up to something. Dib furrowed his brows, glasses morphing to match this somehow, when he saw Zim was shaking behind his chair in a fetal position. Dib stared, he'd never seen Zim so scared before not even when it was raining. Well, there was the one time-a dark streak shot from the back of the class sending a chill down the boy's spine.

Brown eyes forward Dib watched as the black streak morphed into Mrs. Bitters-current holder of the title "Scariest Teacher Ever-Of all Time-Ever". He heard she had an award of it somewhere at her home, which was likely in the skool's deepest part of the basement. As a paranormal investigator Dib knew Mrs. Bitters wasn't human; however, there was no way he'd ever try and figure out what she was. He bet interdimensional space demon though.

Hunched over her desk Mrs. Bitters looked at her class with her ever present scowl, she didn't seem to notice Zim huddled behind his chair that or she didn't care. She likely didn't care, as caring wasn't in Mrs. Bitters's nature. "Alright class today's lesson will be on how teaching students is a futile process. As the vast majority of the student body's brain meat is nothing more than chewed up gum."

Dib ignored Mrs. Bitters's negative monotone rant and looked back to Zim. He wasn't huddled anymore and was instead glancing at everyone from behind the safety of his chair. Light purple pupils darting around like a crazy person, he was even muttering to himself like one. The whole situation was starting to feel really familiar. Almost… Déjà vu-ish.

When Zim seemed to stare at something Dib fallowed his eyes to a friendly looking Jack-o-lantern sitting outside the window. Huh, he could have sworn it was facing the other way before. He'd have to look into that later. Now Dib had a pretty good idea why Zim was acting like he'd lost his mind-more so than usual.

Once the bell for lunch rang Zim zipped out of the classroom. Dib was quick to follow in pursuit, backpack quickly slung over his shoulder. Once again Zim was running so fast he bowled everyone over-like a Mach eight Zim. Despite himself Dib chuckled quietly but continued pursuing the alien. Worrying about missing lunch being the last thing on his mind.

By the time they reached the small strange green home Dib was panting heavily, Zim seriously hadn't been able to run like this before. Dib took a moment to catch his breath, during which Zim rushed into his home. Dib heard a "Welcome home Son" from the robo parents before the alien slammed the door shut behind him. Breath gathered Dib hurried over to the home, the boy stalled when he saw the creepy lawn gnome sentries staring at him. With their big vacant laser shooting eyes.

Carefully Dib stepped onto the lawn, it was fifty-fifty chance whether they'd attacked. Sometimes they did sometimes they didn't, when they did it was because Gir turned it off for whatever reason and Zim hadn't turned it back on. Standing in the middle of the lawn Dib put his hands on his hips, "Phew, looks like I won't have to deal with them today."

And once he said that they gnomes let the lasers fly! Dib yelled dodging the laser blasts best he could, but there was several pained yells to be heard. Yelling at the top of his lungs Dib hurried into Zim's house, slamming the door shut.

Letting off a light haze of smoke Dib let out a sigh of relief before he heard the sound of a hammer hitting nails. Confused the paranormal investigator turned his head and saw his archenemy nailing wood boards across his windows. Dib sighed tiredly, after getting shot at by lasers he really wasn't in the mood for this, "Zim are you really doing this again?"

The Irken jumped, spinning around on his heels looking like a startled green cat. Whatever he had been expecting to show it was not Dib because he got a confused look on his nose lacking face, "Eh?" Zim blinked until the realization that his mortal enemy was standing in his home hit him like a brick to the face, "Dib! What are you doing in my-the amazing ZIM-'s home!?"

Zim jabbed a finger at him looking confused again, "And how did you get in here…?"

"Front door's unlocked." Dib answered normally jerking his thumb to the purple door.

"Oh," Zim answered before busting into full yelling again, "What are you doing HERE!?"

Dib sighed, he didn't know how Zim could yell so much without wearing out his voice box-if he had one-, "I was wondering why you've been weirder than usual Zim. If you keep this up they'll send you to the Crazy House for Boys."

"They shall do no such thing to Zim!" The invader declared with a wave of his hand, then he pointed a finger in the air for emphasis, "With my superior mind I'd merely break out!"

"You're probably right…" Dib admitted to himself before shaking his head, time to get to why he followed him, "Zim are you still hung up about what happened last Halloween?" He asked pointedly, brow raised in questioning.

Zim had been standing proudly, sure of his ability to escape a mere human prison when he heard the word "Halloween". The invader froze in fear before frantically going back to boarding up his windows, muttering gibberish to himself again. Dib wondered if that was Irken he was speaking, he couldn't be sure.

As much as he hated Zim, for you know trying to enslave the Earth and all but it was just plain sad-on the verge of pathetic-to see him like this. Face palming Dib sighed, "Zim that was over a year ago! Get over it!"

"Get over it!?" Zim repeated angrily turning back to Dib a snarl on his green face, "You left Zim for dead! Me! The all might Zim! Your future slave master! In that HORRIBLE place to rot! With those HORRID Halloweenies who wanted to eat Zim's delicious blood juices!"

Dib waved his hysterical ranting away, "Oh it wasn't that bad. You didn't even get hurt."

Zim glared daggers at him, a contact covered eye twitched, growling in hostility the Irken Invader suddenly lunged at Dib. The two immediately broke into fight. Words were flung at each other, so was the hammer which found itself lodged in the creepy green monkey picture, as they fought all around the room. Both of them suddenly stopped as Zim's insane evil, sort of, minion came into the room. The hind paws of his disguise squeaking cutely as he pranced in, carrying an outrageous amount of waffles on a sing purple plate. The pancakes dripped butter, syrup, chocolate sauces and the one on the very top had whipped cream and a cherry on top. Zim and Dib stared at the tower of waffles that teetered back and forth nearly reaching the ceiling. Both enemies wondered how he made it through the entrance between the kitchen and living room.

"I made WAFFLES!" Gir sang happily in a high pitched metallic tone, his fake, plush eyes went wide-somehow-when he spotted Dib, "It's the big headed boy! Mary! HI Mary!" The little robot greeted with a frantic wave of his hand, the tower of waffles shaking as he did sending drops of syrup, butter, and chocolate all over the living room-much to Zim's dismay.

"Gir stop that at once! You're making a mess of the base!" Zim ordered, the little robot looked at him blankly before giggling,

"He's got a big head! It's so biiiig!" Gir bubbled as he pointed at Dib, not seeming to have registered what his master had said to him.

"My head's not big!" Dib protested hand stiffly at his side.

Gir only responded with more idiotic giggling. Zim used to this rolled his eyes and looked back to Dib, "As large as your head is," Dib groaned, "that doesn't matter right now. You need to leave ZIM's base immediately! The closer this accursed holiday approaches the closer you are to turning into a candy starved zombie!"

Dib stared at Zim's declaration, it made little to no sense, "What are you…" Suddenly the Irken began to push him towards the door, "Hey quit it!" The boy yelled but was ignored by the alien.

"Computer! Open the front door!" Zim yelled, an annoyed "fine" was heard from the house before the front door swung open on its own. One strong push and Zim sent Dib tumbling through the entrance to the alien's base, "Be gone with you Dib-stink!"

Getting to his feet Dib dusted off his black jacket, "Fine," he grumbled before pausing and looking at the green skinned alien, "so no evil plan?"

"No." Zim answered simply, he cleared his throat before dramatically saying, "I shall ran DOOM down once again after this EVIL holiday passes! Afterwards I can assure you that you that the countdown to your planet's DOOM will resume!" The Irken began laughing immediately after his speech was finished. His robot minion cut the evil laughter by roughly shoving a waffle into his mouth.

"I made your favorite! Peanut and soap waffles!" Gir cackled happily shoving another waffle into his master's mouth.

Dib got a muted look of horror on his face as Gir stuffed yet another waffle in Zim's mouth, muffle words of protest came from the Irken but were unheeded. Warily Dib smiled trying avoid becoming a target for the robot's waffle feeding, "Eh, yeah just checking. Well, I'll just go now. Bye." Quickly he ran across the lawn. His departure wasn't smooth though as one of the sentry gnomes shot a laser at him causing a quick, "Ow!" from the boy.

Rubbing his backside a smile came over Dib's face before he jumped happily in the air. He knew what Zim said about Halloween turning people into candy starved zombies wasn't true, at least in the manner Zim thought-but Dib wasn't about to tell him that.

"Until Halloween is over I won't have to deal with Zim. This is great!" Dib cheered to himself, then he got a suspicious looking on his face, "I'm talking to myself again…" the paranormal investigator grinned, "Who cares! I'm on vacation!" Overjoyed he practically skipped all the way back to his house.


Later in the horrible, horrible Nightmare realm, a loud tortured screams came from a small shack of a home. The windows were boarded shut, cracks covered the grey warped walls which seemed to be made of or covered in some strange substance. The lawn seemed to be covered in black ash, the soil seemed to have been recently dug up, and any plants in the ground were rotting away. Down in the basement of the shack a stick thin black skinned monster was torturing another, who was shackled into a strange device meant to keep him in the position his tormentor wanted.

"I was gone for a few fucking minutes and the morons couldn't handle a child and a little green Martian! A few minutes! I swear! Almost had freedom from this damn shit ball and they blew it! In minutes! Freaking minutes!" The nightmare known as Johnny C ranted as he drilled into the back of the strapped down monsters head. It looked like the trapped nightmare had four horns once but they had been long removed and now lying on the floor, end stumps covered in dark blood. The one he was torturing screamed hysterically as his brain meats were drilled into, and drooled when Johnny would pause to see the damage dealt.

"Can you fucking believe it?" Johnny yelled, clenching his four clawed, gloved hands tightly, big purple pupil-lacking eyes narrowed in sheer frustration.

"No I can't actually," The tormented monster, called simply Fred, commented, blood covering the back of his head, yellow oval eyes shifted towards him.

"I know right!?" Johnny yelled arms up in the air, the drill screw dripping blood.

"There was an alien?" Fred questioned raising a non-existent brow. He began shrieking once more as Johnny suddenly began drilling into his head again.

"What else would that green one be?" Johnny questioned, his own non-existent brow raised under his goggles, as to avoid icky blood that flew everywhere, while he drilled from getting in his eyes.

Once he stopped for a moment the Fred panted but then answered as if nothing happened, "That makes sense." The high pitch hysterical screaming started again, the drill breaking through his thick skull once again.

Johnny stopped mid-drill, sighing sadly, "I had been so looking forward to killing a whole cheer leading squad in one sitting. I'd brought so many killing utensils I could have killed off an entire circus, plus the crowd if I wanted too! Damn clowns, think they're funny…their not! They're not! NOOOT!"

Fred nodded in agreement, "They're freaky too." He sighed, blood streaking down the side of his skull but Fred didn't seem to notice, "I was looking forward to eating all the cheese wheels of that world making the mice cry…"

His tormentor blinked at him slowly, why would anyone want to do that? "Okay," Johnny said slowly. Then titled his head to the side, "Why did I drag you down here again?"

"I bumped into and didn't apologize." Fred answered honestly.

"Ah," Johnny rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he looked at the fellow nightmare, "You don't seem so bad though…"

"Thank you," Fred thanked before one of his yellow eyes began twitching erratically, "also I think you destroyed the part of my brain that made you me an asshole. Thank you for that!" He began drooling out a waterfall, a stupid grin on his face.

"No problem!" Johnny said cheerfully a jagged grin on his face. Hands on his knees while still holding the drill he continued, "You've been a great "guest", in fact you're my favorite guest!" Fred let out a happy squeal as he wiggled his grotesque hands. "Due to our intense fun times you may call me Nny for short!" The more humanoid nightmare said with his gloved hand to his chest in a gesture of sincerity.

"Neat!" Fred said, tongue sticking out in a dopy manner.

"Seeing as this doesn't seem to be killing you…" Nny said, finger placed on his thumb as he looked at the fellow nightmare head. He'd been drilling holes into it for quite a while, Fred's head looked like Swiss cheese for crying out loud! Yet he was still functioning! Johnny tapped a long gloved finger on his chin thoughtfully, "I'll guess you can't die this way."

"Nope!" Fred admitted, still sounding oddly happy, "I-"

"No! Don't tell me!" Johnny screamed waving his free hand in protest, suddenly he calmed placing the drill close to his chest softly saying, "I'm a big boy serial killer. I can figure it out on my own." He looked to the drill pressing the power button, the drill let out a sad little whine, "The drill's battery seems to be dying anyway…"

Suddenly Johnny jumped to his feet, "I know I'll buy some more as I go buy a Cherry Doom Brain Freezy!" He looked to Fred, "You want anything?"

"Nah, I'm good." The captive answered simply.

Johnny shrugged, "Eh, suit yourself." He spun around and clomped up the stairs, each of his skinny legs having two large steel-like claws. Taking off the goggles and pulling on a black backpack full of stabbing stuff he headed out in the twisted nightmare world he begrudgingly called home.

As much as he hated humans for his damned existence he didn't care much for his own kind either. They could be every bit of moronic assholes as humans could be, only difference is they were arguably uglier. That and he was stuck in this blasted realm with them. He hated having to put up with them, being stuck with them, breathing the same fumes they expelled out of their rank mouths. What Nny made hate them even more so was they had screwed up their chance to escape into the real world! In a few minutes no less!

"I knew I shouldn't have left the room…" Johnny grumbled to himself as he made his way to the twenty four seven quick mart. He knew the alien had taken one of Nightmare Membrane's robots but still he was sure the idiots just stood around whining they had gotten covered in goo. Goo that didn't even hurt! Nny growled to himself clutching his head in frustration, "Fucking morons! So busy stuffing their faces with-SHIT!" The maniac continued on his way muttering something about spaceships and cheese…

Inside the twenty four seven shop, which sign was wonderfully upside down for whatever reason, there was one of the denizens of the nightmare world managing the counter. The monster looked bored, webbed hands lightly tapping the warped dirty looking counter waiting for anyone to come inside. It wasn't near closing time despite being late, he needed someone to come in. Checking the clock the monster grumbled to himself sounding absolutely bored out of his skull, "Time to shut off the Brain Freezy machine…"

Just then another monster came into the store from the storage room and stopped dead in his tracks as he spotted another creature coming towards the store through the yellowed, cracked shop windows. Seeing what the first was about to shut the machines down the second one overdramatically dived towards him. Seriously it was in super cool slow motion complete with the monster yelling "no". Unfortunately the second monster missed and unceremoniously fell in front of the first who looked bewildered.

"Don't turn them off!" The second yelled, one two clawed hand raised in the air.

The first narrowed its three large eyes, "Why?" he asked irately. The only answer the first nightmare creature got was the one on the floor pointing to the slanted entrance doors.

Just then Johnny came into the store, steel toes clicking on the sickly green, likely moldy tiles. His purple eyes widened excitedly when he saw the slushy machine, "BRAIN FREEZY!" He squealed as he rushed over like a hyperactive five year old.

Nny pulled on the black mangled lever as a jaw like dispenser puked out red cherry flavored ice down into the rather average looking Styrofoam cup. Grinning with jagged pointy teeth he jammed the plastic lid onto the cup, stuck a straw in and went up to the counter. The creepy three eyed cashier stared at him in a disturbed manner. The maniacal grin on his face was drown right freaky. Overly excited Johnny leaned forward on the counter, "I love cherry Brain Freezies!"

The nightmare manning the register stared at the maniac as he rung up the slushy and some batteries. Johnny handed him the money and the cashier gave him his change. The three eyed monster watched as the skinny nightmare put the batteries in the backpack, showing it was packed full of various tools of murder and pain. Johnny walked out of the twenty four seven store slurping on his Brain Freezy.

"What the hell, what the hell…" The cashier worker muttered confusedly, never before had he been so terrified and confused at the same time. Turning around he bumped into the other worker still on the floor. He stared down at him a moment before yelling, "What the hell!?"

The second nightmare got up to his feet and motioned to a wall of framed portraits, "There's a reason you're the twenty seventh worker to be hired this month." He flung one of his scaly arms around the thinner three eyed nightmare and pointed out the yellowed windows, "He was the reason you're the twenty seventh one hired this month Zeeks!"

"He killed them…?" Zeeks guessed cautiously…his coworker Jarbjarb had always been a bit overdramatic, claiming to have at one point wanting to be a Broadway star…or was it a cancan dancer? One or the other.

Jarbjarb pointed to the supply closet where all the cleaning stuff was kept, looking horrified. His arm was trembling. Zeeks looked at him warily before heading over the door and opening it. Eyes bulging from his head he screamed in horror, "The Horror! The HORROR!"

See? Horror.

Zeeks gagged before spewing out a fountain of puke behind the door. Jarbjarb walked over and shook his head sadly, "Poor girl, he blew her up by packing her full of Mentos then added diet sodas, now she's splattered all over supplies closet. Such a shame she was enjoying her dead end job here."

"I was wondering why it smelled like Mentos, diet soda and death in here…" Zeeks muttered as he wiped puke off his mouth. Jarbjarb nodded and handed him a mop from inside the closet, Zeeks merely looked at him and said, "I quit."


First off this was a lot of fun to write.

Bit nervous I've written about characters like the IZ gang and though I've dealt with crazy...Johnny C is a whole new realm of crazy.

I used Nightmare Nny because I've never seen anyone use him in a major role before and I thought it'd be a neat angle to work with.

Also I've never written up humor like this before so I hope it worked. More IZ and JtHM characters will show up as the story progress so hang on the madness has only just begun!

Please Follow/Favorite and Review! Let me know of my crazy humors you!