After It Was Canceled

by Wild Encounter

What if a cartoon that was canceled had it's own little world? What if they felt feelings like everyone else? This is one of these worlds and the relationship that took place. WARNING! There are a few chapters in this story that have EXTREME blood and gore. Readers. are. advised.

4. The Dream (Part One)

"LIGHTS!" "CAMERAS!""ACTION!"

"Zim was blinded by all of the flashing happening all around him. "Look at the green skin! So... Green!" "But those eyes! So Gothic!" "But those clothes are so modern! They really show off how the world is changing!" Zim heard it all. Complements, distasteful remarks, and things even he couldn't make out. He tried to punch one of them, but he only hit a wall. A clear wall. Glass. Polished so well that it didn't have a single impurity in it. The voices started to get muffled, and things started to slow down. It started getting hard to breath. Then, one singular comment explained it all, and stuck out from the rest. "That backpack isn't nice at all. Glad it's not tainting this amazing discovery with it's ugliness." Zim looked over to where the voice came from, and saw it. His Pak. Sitting on a rack. Inside of a case. Zim then reached out to his back, but felt nothing but bare skin. It was off. Removed. Extracted from his body. Without his consent. "I NEED THAT!" Zim screamed while pointing at the Pak Unit. But no one listened. They were all fixated on the sharp object that was slowly coming down from the top of the glass prison. "And now, we'll see what's on the insides of him..." Their eyes went white, and skin became pale. They knew what was going to happen. All of them. Except for Zim. He wasn't ready for fate to take him just yet. He started to bash his fist into the walls, and, knowing how futile that was, stopped. He started to cry. The last thing he was going to do, was cry.

"DUCK!"

Zim looked up to see the bodies of bystanders being flung like rag dolls. He then saw Gaz jump high, and throw a stone directly at the casing. He ducked.

*CRASH*

Glass had cut him, but at least he wasn't turned into a piece of Swiss Chesse. He leaped out, took the stone that Gaz threw, and slammed it against the case that held his Pak Unit. It wouldn't break. With the last bit of his energy, he slammed the rock into the side of the case. But it wouldn't break. His vision started to blur, and he was starting to fall over himself. That was it. He couldn't go any longer. He had to let it end. He raised the stone, which was now extremely heavy, over his head. He shed a single tear, and let go.

The sound of the stone hitting Zim's skull was horrifying. Gaz ran over to the now limp body of Zim, held it in her arms, and wept.