Warning: I'm very scary... yessss... but anyway! *giggles* According to the feedback, most people like the Tallests' appearances in this fic. So, I think I'll start giving them more scenes. XD Of course... I'm willing to listen to more feedback too! Which evil do you desire most?! PICK YER POISON! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Chapter Four: Everyone's Favorite Honey Bunny
Zim sighed as he walked towards highskool, his cute bunny ears drooping over his face. He glanced skyward and winced; it looked like rain. At such a thought, Zim shivered. He had taken extra care to bathe in paste before going to highskool, but that didn't change his general discomfort over water.
He quickened his pace, in an attempt to atleast be inside the building before the rain hit. He scurried over the black tarred grounds, then noticed the general quiet of the grounds. Zim looked up and glanced around. The grounds weren't empty, as the lack of sound suggested. In fact, there were hundreds of teenagers about. However, all of them were staring at Zim in stupified silence.
Zim headed for the doors, glancing about warily as the humans seemed to watch his every move. Unnerved, Zim darted in to the skool and leaned against the door.
"What is wrong with the stinkbeasts today...?" he muttered. He glanced down the halls to see if he was alone, then quickly scampered towards his classroom. Once he arrived, however, he could only stare in shock. A familiar, twisted face turned to hiss at him.
Ms. Bitters was sitting at the teacher's desk. Zim choked. Many of the teenagers had the same reaction; they had thought that they were free of Ms. Bitters once they left elementary skool. For a few glorious years, they were free from the gloom and despair that was Ms. Bitters.
It was inconceivable that she was actually in their room at that moment.
"Greetings, children," Ms. Bitters hissed. "It would seem that your pathetic, doomed lives have once again fallen under my care,"
"What happened to Mrs. Summers?" Melvin, one of Zim's fellow classmates, whimpered. Ms. Bitters snapped her head about, hissing as her snake-like tongue flickered.
"She was dooooomed," Ms. Bitters replied. "She experienced an accident.... she was doomed to experience it, as she was entirely pathetic. Much like all of you. Pathetic and doooooomed doooomed doooomed," she continued. The class whimpered and slouched in their seats. "Atleast, all of you except Zim,"
Zim's eyes widened in alarm. He stared at Ms. Bitters from the doorframe, who turned to 'grin' at him. Though it might have been an expression of affection, it terrified Zim to his very core.
"Why don't you come in and have a seat, ZIM?" she continued. "As you are NOT AS DOOMED as the rest of these pathetic people,"
Zim nodded, stupidly, and trudged over to his seat. He stared as Ms. Bitters continued to 'smile' at him. A shiver ran up his spine, causing his cute bunny ears to quiver before flopping against his forehead.
"This can't be good," he grumbled.
"Now then," Ms. Bitters continued as she hunched over her desk. "I have reviewed the previously doomed teacher's schedule. I've decided to crap it and replace it with a more... appropriate... subject," she hissed, eyes darting about the class.
"Let me guess," Zim muttered. "About the fact that we're doomed?"
"No, my DEAR Zim," Ms. Bitters replied, as sweetly as the demonic woman could. Zim recoiled, shivering. "... we'll be learning...,"
The class held their breath, dreading the answer.
"... Sex Education,"
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Zim stared down at his lunch, even more disgusted than usual. Images of 'Sex Education' continued to flood his mind; horrible, nasty images of humans and bizarre things they did when their clothes came off.
Zim shivered and swallowed his desire to retch. Many of his classmates had similar reactions, choosing to forego lunch in favor of trying to erase the disturbing images. Only Dib seemed mildly unphased as he chewed on his sandwich, though there was a distinctive glaze in his eyes.
Zim continued to stare at his lunch when a shadow fell over him. Zim blinked and looked up to see Gaz standing directly behind him. He immediately noticed that her Game Slave Advance was in her pocket. The sight was far more disturbing than naked humans. Zim gave a start and recoiled, unsure of how to respond.
"W-what is it you want, stinkbeast?" Zim hissed. Gaz stepped closer, causing Zim to press against the table in fear.
"You will take me to Bloaty's tomorrow," she said.
"What?" Zim stared.
"You will pick me up at seven. Then, we will go have pizza at Bloaty's," Gaz continued.
"WHY WOULD I TAKE-!?" Zim began, indignant. Gaz's eyes opened, fixing Zim with the mother-of-all-gazes. Zim stopped in mid-sentence, staring at her.
"You will," she repeated, her eyes piercing Zim's very soul.
"Yes...," Zim squeaked, cowering. "Perfect idea. I would love to take a stinkbeast to eat disgusting cheesy cheese pizza,"
Gaz held Zim's gaze for a moment longer, before turning and heading over to the table where Dib sat. Zim watched her leave, trying to control his trembling, as Dib stared at Gaz in pure shock and anger. As Gaz sat down and pulled out her Game Slave Advance, Dib glared at her.
"What do you think you're doing?" he hissed.
"You said you weren't interested," Gaz replied as she turned on her game console and proceeded to play.
"That doesn't mean-!" Dib growled.
"Jealous?" Gaz inquired, calmly.
"NO!" Dib sputtered. "Don't you see!? He's going to impregnate you with his horrible Zim-thingie spores! He's going to perform hideous tests on you! He's going to-,"
"Go on a date with me to Bloaty's," Gaz replied. "Now be quiet. You're drowning out my sound,"
"You're making a mistake!" Dib snarled.
"I thought I told you to be quiet," Gaz muttered. Dib scowled, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"You have no idea what you're getting involved with," Dib hissed. "But I'll make sure he doesn't make any moves...," Dib blinked, then growled deep in his throat. "... or vice versa,"
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"Oooo, I like this one!"
"You like all of them," Tallest Purple snorted. Tallest Red glanced at his cohort, then grinned widely and hugged a bundle of photos to his chest.
"You're right!" he grinned, then proceeded to drool. Purple cast Red a glare, then returned to sorting through a huge mound of photos featuring Zim in various poses and states of undress. The two were reclining in their Tallest Suite, which was a luxurious room in their large armada ship that no one else was allowed to enter. It was filled with expensive portraits and various prizes from conquered planets, as well as two huge fluffy beds and a jacuzzi filled with what looked like pink sugar.
The two sat in the middle of the floor, surrounded by hundreds of photos. Purple randomly selected one and peered at it. A big grin crossed his face, followed by a snicker.
"Hmm hmmm hmmm," he grinned. "Not particularly camera shy, is he?"
"That's gooood," Red agreed as he stuffed various photos in albums. Purple chuckled, then picked another photo. His eyes bugged out as he stared at it. Red noticed his comrade's response and glanced over his shoulder. His eyes widened, as well.
"By the Tallest, which are us," Purple whispered. "Is that POSSIBLE?"
Red tilted his head, slowly, as a lewd grin crossed his face.
"I'd like to see how he managed THAT pose," he grinned. Purple tilted his head as well, blinking slowly.
"... It's definitely creative," Purple admitted. He yelped when Red grabbed the photo from his claws.
"YESSSSSSSSSS," Tallest Red snarled, eyes getting a maniacal light as he held the picture close for a better view. Purple blinked, slowly, then returned to sorting through the pictures.
"We've got to get more," Purple muttered as he continued to sort through the photos. He blinked and glanced at Red, then scowled. Red was still leering at the photo, unable to look away, as a river of drool flowed from his mouth. "There are other photos, you know," Purple pointed out.
"So... much... ZIM," Red gurgled. Purple blinked, then sighed.
"We need to decide on another outfit to send Zim," he said.
"Leather," Red snarled.
"... Uh?" Purple blinked. "LEATHER? Isn't that a bit-,"
"LEATHER," Red repeated. "Tight, dirty, kinky leather!"
Purple blinked and pondered his companion's suggestion. After a moment, he grinned and nodded.
"Sure, it might be fun,"
Chapter Four: Everyone's Favorite Honey Bunny
Zim sighed as he walked towards highskool, his cute bunny ears drooping over his face. He glanced skyward and winced; it looked like rain. At such a thought, Zim shivered. He had taken extra care to bathe in paste before going to highskool, but that didn't change his general discomfort over water.
He quickened his pace, in an attempt to atleast be inside the building before the rain hit. He scurried over the black tarred grounds, then noticed the general quiet of the grounds. Zim looked up and glanced around. The grounds weren't empty, as the lack of sound suggested. In fact, there were hundreds of teenagers about. However, all of them were staring at Zim in stupified silence.
Zim headed for the doors, glancing about warily as the humans seemed to watch his every move. Unnerved, Zim darted in to the skool and leaned against the door.
"What is wrong with the stinkbeasts today...?" he muttered. He glanced down the halls to see if he was alone, then quickly scampered towards his classroom. Once he arrived, however, he could only stare in shock. A familiar, twisted face turned to hiss at him.
Ms. Bitters was sitting at the teacher's desk. Zim choked. Many of the teenagers had the same reaction; they had thought that they were free of Ms. Bitters once they left elementary skool. For a few glorious years, they were free from the gloom and despair that was Ms. Bitters.
It was inconceivable that she was actually in their room at that moment.
"Greetings, children," Ms. Bitters hissed. "It would seem that your pathetic, doomed lives have once again fallen under my care,"
"What happened to Mrs. Summers?" Melvin, one of Zim's fellow classmates, whimpered. Ms. Bitters snapped her head about, hissing as her snake-like tongue flickered.
"She was dooooomed," Ms. Bitters replied. "She experienced an accident.... she was doomed to experience it, as she was entirely pathetic. Much like all of you. Pathetic and doooooomed doooomed doooomed," she continued. The class whimpered and slouched in their seats. "Atleast, all of you except Zim,"
Zim's eyes widened in alarm. He stared at Ms. Bitters from the doorframe, who turned to 'grin' at him. Though it might have been an expression of affection, it terrified Zim to his very core.
"Why don't you come in and have a seat, ZIM?" she continued. "As you are NOT AS DOOMED as the rest of these pathetic people,"
Zim nodded, stupidly, and trudged over to his seat. He stared as Ms. Bitters continued to 'smile' at him. A shiver ran up his spine, causing his cute bunny ears to quiver before flopping against his forehead.
"This can't be good," he grumbled.
"Now then," Ms. Bitters continued as she hunched over her desk. "I have reviewed the previously doomed teacher's schedule. I've decided to crap it and replace it with a more... appropriate... subject," she hissed, eyes darting about the class.
"Let me guess," Zim muttered. "About the fact that we're doomed?"
"No, my DEAR Zim," Ms. Bitters replied, as sweetly as the demonic woman could. Zim recoiled, shivering. "... we'll be learning...,"
The class held their breath, dreading the answer.
"... Sex Education,"
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Zim stared down at his lunch, even more disgusted than usual. Images of 'Sex Education' continued to flood his mind; horrible, nasty images of humans and bizarre things they did when their clothes came off.
Zim shivered and swallowed his desire to retch. Many of his classmates had similar reactions, choosing to forego lunch in favor of trying to erase the disturbing images. Only Dib seemed mildly unphased as he chewed on his sandwich, though there was a distinctive glaze in his eyes.
Zim continued to stare at his lunch when a shadow fell over him. Zim blinked and looked up to see Gaz standing directly behind him. He immediately noticed that her Game Slave Advance was in her pocket. The sight was far more disturbing than naked humans. Zim gave a start and recoiled, unsure of how to respond.
"W-what is it you want, stinkbeast?" Zim hissed. Gaz stepped closer, causing Zim to press against the table in fear.
"You will take me to Bloaty's tomorrow," she said.
"What?" Zim stared.
"You will pick me up at seven. Then, we will go have pizza at Bloaty's," Gaz continued.
"WHY WOULD I TAKE-!?" Zim began, indignant. Gaz's eyes opened, fixing Zim with the mother-of-all-gazes. Zim stopped in mid-sentence, staring at her.
"You will," she repeated, her eyes piercing Zim's very soul.
"Yes...," Zim squeaked, cowering. "Perfect idea. I would love to take a stinkbeast to eat disgusting cheesy cheese pizza,"
Gaz held Zim's gaze for a moment longer, before turning and heading over to the table where Dib sat. Zim watched her leave, trying to control his trembling, as Dib stared at Gaz in pure shock and anger. As Gaz sat down and pulled out her Game Slave Advance, Dib glared at her.
"What do you think you're doing?" he hissed.
"You said you weren't interested," Gaz replied as she turned on her game console and proceeded to play.
"That doesn't mean-!" Dib growled.
"Jealous?" Gaz inquired, calmly.
"NO!" Dib sputtered. "Don't you see!? He's going to impregnate you with his horrible Zim-thingie spores! He's going to perform hideous tests on you! He's going to-,"
"Go on a date with me to Bloaty's," Gaz replied. "Now be quiet. You're drowning out my sound,"
"You're making a mistake!" Dib snarled.
"I thought I told you to be quiet," Gaz muttered. Dib scowled, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"You have no idea what you're getting involved with," Dib hissed. "But I'll make sure he doesn't make any moves...," Dib blinked, then growled deep in his throat. "... or vice versa,"
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"Oooo, I like this one!"
"You like all of them," Tallest Purple snorted. Tallest Red glanced at his cohort, then grinned widely and hugged a bundle of photos to his chest.
"You're right!" he grinned, then proceeded to drool. Purple cast Red a glare, then returned to sorting through a huge mound of photos featuring Zim in various poses and states of undress. The two were reclining in their Tallest Suite, which was a luxurious room in their large armada ship that no one else was allowed to enter. It was filled with expensive portraits and various prizes from conquered planets, as well as two huge fluffy beds and a jacuzzi filled with what looked like pink sugar.
The two sat in the middle of the floor, surrounded by hundreds of photos. Purple randomly selected one and peered at it. A big grin crossed his face, followed by a snicker.
"Hmm hmmm hmmm," he grinned. "Not particularly camera shy, is he?"
"That's gooood," Red agreed as he stuffed various photos in albums. Purple chuckled, then picked another photo. His eyes bugged out as he stared at it. Red noticed his comrade's response and glanced over his shoulder. His eyes widened, as well.
"By the Tallest, which are us," Purple whispered. "Is that POSSIBLE?"
Red tilted his head, slowly, as a lewd grin crossed his face.
"I'd like to see how he managed THAT pose," he grinned. Purple tilted his head as well, blinking slowly.
"... It's definitely creative," Purple admitted. He yelped when Red grabbed the photo from his claws.
"YESSSSSSSSSS," Tallest Red snarled, eyes getting a maniacal light as he held the picture close for a better view. Purple blinked, slowly, then returned to sorting through the pictures.
"We've got to get more," Purple muttered as he continued to sort through the photos. He blinked and glanced at Red, then scowled. Red was still leering at the photo, unable to look away, as a river of drool flowed from his mouth. "There are other photos, you know," Purple pointed out.
"So... much... ZIM," Red gurgled. Purple blinked, then sighed.
"We need to decide on another outfit to send Zim," he said.
"Leather," Red snarled.
"... Uh?" Purple blinked. "LEATHER? Isn't that a bit-,"
"LEATHER," Red repeated. "Tight, dirty, kinky leather!"
Purple blinked and pondered his companion's suggestion. After a moment, he grinned and nodded.
"Sure, it might be fun,"
