"The Uses of Darkness"
by: Aesa Bast

This is the sequel to "Gaz's Journal" and if you thought that was disturbing, you don't want to touch this with a hundred-foot pole. These two fics were not meant to touch the purposeful goofy stupidity of the ads I created (the original ads were just as dumb, I assure you) and if you don't like to get freaked, I suggest you stay far, far away...



"I like the way he..."

Dib slowly closed the journal and put it down. He would have dropped it if he wasn't so stunned. Gaz... his sister... was with... with... that thing - ZIM. Gaz and ZIM? He knew neither of them weren't that fond of him, or many other people for that matter, but to actually be together? Like that?

Not to mention he couldn't see his sister not playing a more dominant role if she did enter a relationship. But this was S & M, pure and simple. Why would she, Gaz, let anyone treat her so sadistically and actually ENJOY it? Dib knew ZIM must have done some sort of brainwashing or something similar to her - to his sister. He had to do something.

Meanwhile, ZIM was contemplating the uses of his relationship with Gaz. Originally, the thing that brought them together was a shared joy of bringing misery to the stinkbeast known as Dib. However, he had gradually drawn her closer to him, first through the creation of the Game Slave 2. Yes, it was his idea, after observing her play the original for so long.

But this wasn't an ordinary game - in it were subliminal messages to make her, and by extension, those other humans who played the Game Slave 2, his willing servants. Gaz, however, was a special case. She had managed to avoid being spellbound by Pustulio for one thing, but more importantly, she was Dib's sister and there was a likelihood that she was privy to his secrets. ZIM also wanted to test the power of the subliminal messages against this headstrong female.

So far, they were a tremendous success, allowing him to be utterly sadistic with her. He had enjoyed tearing down her ego and shielding armor, leaving Gaz utterly broken psychologically through these predations. It was positively delicious.

Still, not even ZIM could imagine the things that would happen later through his actions...