Crossover of DOOM
Ch.1; Bactine and Brainfreezys.
AN; This is based on (read; copy and pasted from) the Rp my friend (Hufflepuff Ninja) are doing. 90% of the credit goes to her. I do not own JtHM, Portal or Invader Zim. Only the great Jhonen Vasquez owns JtHM and IZ, and Valve owns Portal. I do not own Bunny Must Die, either. Don't know who does, though. Hufflepuff Ninja is Johnny, and, later on, Dib. I am my OC, Arethia, GLaDOS and some other non-important characters.
"Take that you bony-ass freaAARRGHH!"
"Speak up, I can't hear you over your death-screech."
The knife clattered to the floor, glittering slightly in the dull light as its former wielder wiped a bony hand across his cheek.
"I gotta give it to him, though, he was feisty for a party clown. Scratched me up pretty good." He bent down to pick up the blood-soaked knife, shaking off the excess and storing it carefully in his black bag. "Covered in blood. Some of it mine, this is a familiar situation." He sighed, heading for the steps up to the main level of his house. He passed a cracked mirror on his way out the door. He didn't bother looking at his reflection, he knew what he'd see. He'd see a man of about twenty-three, tall and exceedingly thin, the back of his head shaved, leaving a shock of messy dark hair on top of his head, he'd see deep-set, dark eyes, dark circles under them from months without sleep. He'd see his overly-long t-shirt with its ever-changing slogan, his distinctive steel-tipped boots. He'd see a mass murderer, a raving lunatic on bad days, an intelligent raving lunatic on good days. He shot a glance out a nearby window at his neighbor's house. He would normally visit little Squee to borrow Bactine, but he'd used the last of it not too long ago. He doubted there would be more. He would go to a drugstore, but it was three AM, they would all be closed. He sighed, the only other option was to raid some other house. Oh well, he had been meaning to take a walk. He walked out the door, watching as a newspaper skipped down the sidewalk, carried by the slight breeze. He pinned it down with his boot, reading the headline: "Officials Estimate Mystery Murderer Kill Count Up to 3,500, Public Paralyzed By Fear" He smirked at the paper. 3,500? He had really killed that many? As for the public being in a panic, well that was complete bullshit. They were just as oblivious as always, content to go about their shallow lives. He picked a chunk of houses across the street, played a quick round of eeny-meeny-miney-moe, and slipped easily through one of the front windows of the house he chose, unwisely left slightly open. He found the bathroom quickly and yanked open the medicine cabinet, rummaging through it and not caring that he was making a ruckus.
Red eyes silently watched from a tree, staring at the sleeping form of Dib Membrane. He looked so peaceful, so cute with his scythe-hair thing. Arehtia sighed. Their love would never last, or start, for that matter. You see, Arehtia wasn't human. She was Irken. Irkens are supposed to be relatively emotionless, only feeling anger and hate. But Arehtia was different. She could feel every emotion. She kept it a secret from the Empire, for fear of being declared a Defective. At Skool, she couldn't help but stare at him longingly from the back of the room. Because of this, she often got extra homework, but her S.I.R, Innovator always took care of it for her. Besides being a student, she worked part-time at the local Cosplay Cafe'. The theme was that of a game called 'Bunny Must Die', Arehtia cosplaying as Bunny. She often got stares and wolf whistles from the male patrons, but she only had eyes for Dib.
Hearing a large crash, her Invader instincts kicked in before she had time to think.