The Night Slayers
Here it is: Chapter 3 of "The Night Slayers". One of the things you people said the most about in the reviews for Chapter 2 was how depressing it was because of Gir's death. Well, like I said at the end of Chp. 4 in "Oh…My…God!" was that I'd be bringing Gir back, and that'll happen this chapter. So leave me ALONE! Hehehehe, just kidding. Enjoy Chapter 3.
One other thing of note: I missed the episode of IZ with Tak in it that was on last Friday, so there may be some differences between the way she was in the show and the way she is in this fanfiction.
1 Chapter 3: Voices in the Dark
The Night Slayer stalked carefully to the back of the house he had chosen as his base of operations, quietly closing the back door as he exited, and going to where he had safely stashed his small, sleek black ship. He quickly opened the ship's hatch and entered.
There in the passenger's side seat sat a small, gray android, sleek and unfeeling. The Night Slayer opened up the hatch in the little robot's head and took out a small board with switches. He flicked a few of the switches, some he flicked repeatedly. When he was done, he put the board back and closed the lid of the creature's head, and turned him on.
Even online, the small robot remained silent. He looked at his master and waited for his instructions. The Night Slayer looked at the small creature approvingly before he began to speak. "I have just put in you the coordinates for our target's base. You are to enter his laboratory and bring back to me anything you see fit to show me. Understood?"
The little robot nodded, and the Night Slayer gave a small grin. "Then complete your mission."
The robot saluted and then flew off into the night sky, even his jets seemingly just as quite as he himself was.
MEANWHILE……………….
Next door, the young boy known as Squee talked to his closest and dearest friend; Shmee, his teddy bear, who, as far as he knew, had always been there for him. "So, what do you think I should do Shmee?" he asked him, already having revealed his latest plight with Pepito.
There was no answer from Shmee, something so very odd. Squee usually needed his friend's wisdom to help him through the day. What was wrong? Was something wrong with Shmee? "Shmee?" Squee repeated, getting more nervous by the second.
"Hm?" Shmee finally responded. Squee raised an eyebrow, not sure what it was his teddy bear had been disturbed by. "Oh, about your question Squee, do you know if this girl Pepito is after already has a crush on somebody?"
Squee thought for a minute before he responded. "Yeah, I think she sorta does. His name is Zim. He's a weird kid, almost as weird as the spooky neighbor man." Squee began to get more nervous as he described Zim. "And he has green skin, like the aliens do. He doesn't look like the other aliens do, but I think he is. Do you think he'll abduct me? I hope he doesn't! But what if he does?! SQUEEEEEEEEE!"
"TODD!" he heard his father bellow. "Shut the hell up and go to sleep!"
Todd sniffed a little bit, still frightened. "Good night Shmee." Squee said reluctantly before laying his head down and being forced to enter the land of nightmares so common to him.
Gaz had finally gotten back into her groove she usually had when she was playing a video game. She was so close to victory in Ultimo Bloodbath 2.
Her groove was immediately broken as the doorbell rang. She did her best to ignore it, but got more and more frustrated as the screaming began. "Gaz! Gaz! Let me in! Let me in!" said her brother, his voice slightly muffled by the wooden door, though still sounding incredibly urgent, like something had panicked him.
Angrily, she paused her game and stalked over to the door, and flung it open. "For God's sake Dib! Couldn't you have opened the damn door yoursel…….." She immediately stopped screaming at her brother as she saw that he had Zim, who was unconscious, in his arms. Her eyes went wide with concern and she stumbled back some, stun for a moment. Had he done this? Did Dib actually succeed in hurting him? Or was there something else, like Dib had theorized, that had hurt him. She soon noticed that Dib was still standing in the doorway. "Well what the hell are you waiting for?" she asked him impatiently. "Get him in here!"
Dib quickly followed his sister's hectic instructions and laid Zim down on the couch in the living room. "I didn't do anything to him." Dib quickly added, as to make sure to avoid his sister's wraith, which seemed to constantly be bestowed upon him.
Gaz quickly put her hand over where Zim's heart would be, checking for a pulse. Thankfully, there was one, and Gaz gave off a small sigh of relief. "What the hell happened Dib?" she asked softly. "Just what in the hell happened.
Dib shrugged. "We may want to wait for Zim to wake up, because even I don't know all of the details."
The Night Slayer continued his exploration of his new base of operations. He had seen other interesting things then just the blood-laden wall. Two things in particular piqued his interest: two dolls, one black, one white, and both in baker's clothing, were stuck to the wall, a knife put through each of them to keep them in place. He didn't know why, put for some ungodly reason, they stirred something within him. Something that felt so wrong yet oh-so right inside of him.
There was another doll, but he didn't interest him as much as the others. He was a little ugly looking human holding some sort of sandwich. This one he found nothing of interest with, yet still these two little baker-dressed dolls continued to interest him.
And in some other dimension, in some other plane of existence, the creature behind the wall stirred, preparing to once again make his presence known.
Shmee was disturbed by the possibility of things that could come, especially from the amount of dementia coming from 777, Johnny C.'s house. He knew there was always a large amount of it, but it seemed to be increasing now, becoming more and more powerful in force. Shmee now doubted very much that it was radiating from Johnny C. Some other creature has come to his house that's even more demented then him.
Shmee's thoughts soon began to drift towards someone else: towards Squee, the little boy who he was to protect, as he was his trauma sponge. He'd have to find some way to totally keep Squee out of contact with Johnny.
"You truly care for him, don't you?" asked a small, whispy voice. Shmee quickly directed his thought patterns towards a windowsill, where there now stood a small Bub's Burger Boy.
"Hello MEAT." He said unhappily. Shmee despised MEAT, as did many of the others in the trauma sponges, also known as figments, society. MEAT had a reputation for pushing things over the edge, to become too drastic in his measures. "It seems you've gained enough enough strength to allow you to walk."
"Oh, thank you soooooo much Shmee." MEAT said, the contempt towards the stuffed bear evident in his voice. "Understand that I would not have come unless I deemed it absolutely necessary, for my survival, as well as the one who you take care of."
"Oh?" Shmee said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, though he was interested in what the burger boy had to say. "Exactly what is this incredible threat MEAT?"
"As you may have already guessed," MEAT began. "another creature has taken up residence in Nny's house. This thing is something unworldly, something I've never encountered before."
"Could it possibly be some sort of minion of the wall beast? One that is totally independent and free?" Shmee asked, becoming concerned. "The universe had ended once because of Johnny's death and the freedom of the wall beast. We can not afford for something like that event to ever happen again."
"Agreed." MEAT said. "But it is not a minion of the wall beast……At least not yet."
"What do you mean 'At least not yet'?
"The wall beast is reawakening once again. Surely you've felt it stirring. The creature that has arrived has imprisoned Johnny within his own dungeon. To top this all off, this creature has seemingly become obsessed with the wall, as well as the now silent forms of Mr. Eff and Psycho Doughboy."
"Does he even understand what they are, what they could be capable of should the wall beast somehow be able to use them again?"
"Unlikely. If the wall beast plans to do such, however, it will more then likely use only Psycho Doughboy, as Eff began to show signs of extra self- awareness."
"So they themselves were even stronger then we thought." Shmee pondered to himself. He soon returned his attention back towards MEAT. "Knowing you, this isn't the only reason you came here to talk. What else is it you want MEAT."
"There is nothing else." MEAT said, trying to sound as if he was telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
"Yes, there is MEAT. What is it you want?" Shmee said, his patience with the burger boy growing ever thinner.
MEAT sighed and then continued. "You know of what your boy's fate will be should you fail to keep him away from insanity."
"I do." Shmee said, struggling to say even those two words. He couldn't bare the thought of all the potential Squee had being thrown away and replaced with the same murderous desires that Johnny had.
"He will soon be forced to grow up quickly if he wants to survive or have a chance of avoiding the same fate as Johnny." MEAT said. "But if he should become the same as Johnny," MEAT said, sneering, "I would gladly help him."
"YOU stay away from him!" Shmee said, the anger in his voice that so few could hear evident.
It was so evident, in fact, that it woke up Squee. "Wha…..what's wrong Shmee?" Squee asked, obviously afraid.
"Nothing's wrong Squee." Shmee said. "Just go back to sleep."
"Psh." Squee heard a another small voice like Shmee's reply. "What wonderful advice you give him Shmee."
Squee let out one of his smaller trademark squees before asking "Who….who's there?"
"I am here child." The voice said. "You have no reason to fear me. I'm a 'friend' of Shmee's."
Squee, unsure what to think of this 'new friend', turned his head towards Shmee. "It's okay Squee." He heard his bear say to him. "Just go back to sleep."
Reluctantly, Squee went back to the land of sleep. When Shmee was quite sure that Squee was sound asleep, he continued his chat with MEAT. "I would truly appreciate it if you would never talk to the child I am taking care of again."
"And you take such good care of him Shmee." MEAT said, becoming even more obnoxious by the second. "I shall be leaving now anyway, for I must make sure the creature does not figure out that I'm missing. I shall let you choose the next course of action, but I suggest you act quickly."
And as quickly as the manifest came, he was gone.
"Zim?" a soft, yet familiar voice asked, breaking through the darkness. Zim opened his eyes, slowly and slightly, to see who was talking. He found himself peering into the soft purple eyes of a young girl.
"Gaz?" He said, unsure if he was dreaming, or perhaps dead. She nodded her head, obviously relieved to see that he was still alive. He looked around a bit more to see Dib standing off to the side. He sighed with relief and closed his eyes a little.
His eyes immediately opened wide again. "GIR!" he screamed. "Where's GIR?"
Dib shook his head. "That thing, whatever it was, was attacking him last I saw him. He distracted him long enough for me to get you out of there."
"There's something chasing you?" Gaz asked, trying to seem more annoyed then concerned.
"Exactly what the hell was that thing anyway Zim?" Dib asked as well, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
Zim looked Dib straight in the eyes as he answered. "In my home tongue, he would be known as a 'Tarash Natatea'. However, their most common name is 'The Night Slayers'. They are considered the elite of the Irken elite, being lower in status only to the Tallest, the rulers of my planet. They are usually used for incredibly dangerous or important missions, such as assassinations."
"But why you?" Gaz asked. "Why do they want to kill you?"
"Because he is a failure. A mistake of the great Irken Empire." Said a new, feminine voice from the doorway. All of them turned around to see who the new voice was that had joined their conversation.
It was indeed a girl, with black hair and black clothing. Her skin was pale, with a faint green tint. Zim could already identify her from her voice.
"Hello Tak." He said through gritted teeth.
"Tak?" Gaz asked. "Do you know her?" Zim wasn't sure, but it almost sounded like she was jealous.
Obviously, Tak could sense it as well. "Don't worry." She sneered. "There is no love between us."
"If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to know who you are and what you're doing in my house?" Dib asked, obviously annoyed.
"Oh, I just came to even things up for Zim." Tak said, a small vicious grin coming over her face. "God knows that he would be totally worthless on his own against one such as a Night Slayer."
"That doesn't make sense." Zim said, his brow furrowing. "You'd like to see me dead. What's the real reason behind this?"
"It'll all make sense, eventually." Tak said. "But right now, I am in no mood to divulge information." She turned towards Dib. "Obviously, this is your home. I am in need of shelter. If you wouldn't mind….."
"Oh no!" Dib said, shaking his head voraciously. "I'm already housing one alien, I don't need to be housing two!"
"Okay then, I'll just leave." She said, shrugging. "I'll just find the nearest scientific center and expose Zim. That otta put a damper in any plans you have with him."
Dib sighed as Gaz looked at him pleadingly. He knew what Tak was doing; obviously, she was trying to take advantage of Gaz's emotions with Zim. "Fine." He said through gritted teeth. "You can stay."
Gaz mouthed a 'thank you' towards him, then turning to Zim lying on the couch, who had once again fallen asleep.
Johnny C.'s thoughts became increasingly violent as he was trapped inside his own torture chamber. He would kill the fucking alien, and he would take great pleasure in it. Oh yes, great pleasure.
His train of thought was broken by the wannabe goth next to him. "Hey motherfucker, what are you thinking about?" he said, sneering.
Johnny shot an angry look back at him. "You know, when I get out of these shackles, you're going to be the first one that I kill." He said, emotionlessly but obviously angry as hell.
The goth let out a sound of disgust and annoyance. "Oh please. Just how in the hell are you going to do that?"
Johnny grinned at him and moved his hands towards the shackles on his arms. One of his hands met a little knob, which he twisted ever so slightly, unlocking his bond on that hand. He repeated this process for his hands and feet, and looked at the goth, grinning triumphantly.
The goth's mouth just widened into a look of absolute shock. "You mean to tell me," he started out lowly "that all we had to do to get out of these damn things was twist some fuckin' little knob?"
"Pretty much." Johnny said, his grin always remaining on his face. Soon though, Johnny heard the sound of footsteps coming down into the basement. "Shit." He muttered to himself. He quickly got back into place and readjusted the bonds.
Sure enough, it was the alien, this time carrying a crowbar with him. He came perilously close to Johnny, put the crowbar over one arm, and swung.
He hit the goth straight in the side of the head, the force of the blow crushing his skull, fragments of it flying out, some spraying onto Johnny.
The alien inspected the crowbar a little more, running his hands over it. Finally, he left the room, closing the door behind him.
Johnny turned his head towards the corpse of the goth, his expression turning sour. "Bastard." Johnny muttered. "I had wanted to do that."
It was at least 10:30 PM when the little SIR unit returned. The Night Slayer was still inspecting the crowbar. It was a useful tool, but wouldn't be truly much use to him in combat unless he could get enough room to swing. The only thing that alerted him of the SIR unit's presence was the small steps of his metal feet hitting the tile on the floor.
The Night Slayer turned his head to see what the little robot had brought back, and his face immediately gave off a small frown.
In the little robot's arms was the SIR unit he had destroyed earlier in the lab. "You want me to repair him?" the Night Slayer asked quizzically. All the little SIR unit did was nod his head. "Why?" he asked, unsure of the robot's intentions. "What's the point?"
The little robot set the dismantled SIR unit on the ground and pointed at it, then at itself. The Night Slayer furrowed his brow at the little robot's message. "You believe you two to be the same?"
The little robot nodded. The Night Slayer just sighed and picked up the now still SIR unit. He supposed he should have some time to relax before he resumed the chase.
Professor James Membrane stepped out of his laboratory anxiously. He was so close to finishing his newest invention. All he needed was a tool to finish the job, a tool which he had leant Dib. He made his way into the front room where he saw his children playing a card game with two friends. He had seen one of the friends before, a little boy that Dib claimed was an alien. The other, a girl, he hadn't seen before, but by the looks of her apparel, he believed her to be a friend of Gaz's. He himself never understood card games or the simple joys that they provided to others. He decided not to disturb their game and continued towards his son's room.
He pushed the door open, raising an eyebrow at the amount of paranormal junk his son had accumulated. He considered these just to be fantasies his son had. He quickly found his tool, a weird looking wrench, on his son's desk. Next to it, he found something else of interest and smiled as he picked it up.
It was a mounted picture of him with his children when they were younger, Dib holding his hand and looking up at him in admiration and Gaz perched on his shoulders, smiling and giggling. On the picture was written "For Dib and Gaz, Love Dad."
His smile soon turned to a frown as he noticed what was written underneath it. In cursive writing, he had put "Prof. James Membrane, Head of Scientific Department"
He immediately sat down on the bed, clutching his head in one hand. He had actual autographed a picture for his own son and daughter? How could he do something so idiotic? They weren't some drooling fans! They were his own flesh and blood for Christ sake!
And for the first time in five years, Professor James Membrane put his hands over his face and began to cry.
The Night Slayer leaned back in one of the chairs, finishing the repairs on the SIR unit. He had no will to put up with it this night and would activate it tomorrow. He shut his eyes, preparing to go to sleep.
"Psssssssttt!" said a small voice, obviously trying to get his attention. His eyes immediately snapped open and looked around the room.
"Over here!" the voice said again, and he turned towards the direction of the voice.
The voice appeared to be coming from where the two doughboys stuck on the wall where. "Unreal." He muttered to himself as he walked over to them.
"Oh, we are real." The white one said, obviously being the speaker previously.
"We?" he asked.
"Yes, we." Said the one in black. "Both of us are real."
"What are you?" the Night Slayer implored, unsure how to feel about this situation.
"We…" the one in white began "are part of you. I am your self loathing."
"And I am your maniac desires." The black one said.
"What do you mean you're me?"
"It seems you don't pay much attention." The white one said. "We are inside of you, your own thoughts manifesting into separate beings."
"So I'm basically having a conversation with myself?" he asked the dolls, still unsure as how to feel about these turn of events.
"Yep." The black one said.
"So I've basically gone insane?" the Night Slayer asked.
"Yes." The white one said.
"No." the black one responded.
"Okay, one minute." He said. "If you're both part of me, then how come you both contradict each other."
"We are both parts of your emotions." The black one said. "And both of us are against each other in our goals."
"And your goals are…..?" the Night Slayer asked.
"That" the black one said "is a question that shall be answered in time."
"You know," the white one began, "this is quite uncomfortable. Could you perhaps let us down?"
The Night Slayer took both the knives out of the two Styrofoam creatures, their bodies falling into upright positions. "Well, now I sort of know what you are." He said. "Do you have any names?"
"How careless of us." The white one said. "I am Psycho Doughboy, and my accomplice here is known as Mr. Eff."
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Well, this is shorter then the other chapters, but the upcoming chapters will be longer, that I promise. Also, this will be the last update I make for awhile, as I will be going on summer vacations for awhile and won't be able to use a computer. Well, until then, see yas! ;)
Here it is: Chapter 3 of "The Night Slayers". One of the things you people said the most about in the reviews for Chapter 2 was how depressing it was because of Gir's death. Well, like I said at the end of Chp. 4 in "Oh…My…God!" was that I'd be bringing Gir back, and that'll happen this chapter. So leave me ALONE! Hehehehe, just kidding. Enjoy Chapter 3.
One other thing of note: I missed the episode of IZ with Tak in it that was on last Friday, so there may be some differences between the way she was in the show and the way she is in this fanfiction.
1 Chapter 3: Voices in the Dark
The Night Slayer stalked carefully to the back of the house he had chosen as his base of operations, quietly closing the back door as he exited, and going to where he had safely stashed his small, sleek black ship. He quickly opened the ship's hatch and entered.
There in the passenger's side seat sat a small, gray android, sleek and unfeeling. The Night Slayer opened up the hatch in the little robot's head and took out a small board with switches. He flicked a few of the switches, some he flicked repeatedly. When he was done, he put the board back and closed the lid of the creature's head, and turned him on.
Even online, the small robot remained silent. He looked at his master and waited for his instructions. The Night Slayer looked at the small creature approvingly before he began to speak. "I have just put in you the coordinates for our target's base. You are to enter his laboratory and bring back to me anything you see fit to show me. Understood?"
The little robot nodded, and the Night Slayer gave a small grin. "Then complete your mission."
The robot saluted and then flew off into the night sky, even his jets seemingly just as quite as he himself was.
MEANWHILE……………….
Next door, the young boy known as Squee talked to his closest and dearest friend; Shmee, his teddy bear, who, as far as he knew, had always been there for him. "So, what do you think I should do Shmee?" he asked him, already having revealed his latest plight with Pepito.
There was no answer from Shmee, something so very odd. Squee usually needed his friend's wisdom to help him through the day. What was wrong? Was something wrong with Shmee? "Shmee?" Squee repeated, getting more nervous by the second.
"Hm?" Shmee finally responded. Squee raised an eyebrow, not sure what it was his teddy bear had been disturbed by. "Oh, about your question Squee, do you know if this girl Pepito is after already has a crush on somebody?"
Squee thought for a minute before he responded. "Yeah, I think she sorta does. His name is Zim. He's a weird kid, almost as weird as the spooky neighbor man." Squee began to get more nervous as he described Zim. "And he has green skin, like the aliens do. He doesn't look like the other aliens do, but I think he is. Do you think he'll abduct me? I hope he doesn't! But what if he does?! SQUEEEEEEEEE!"
"TODD!" he heard his father bellow. "Shut the hell up and go to sleep!"
Todd sniffed a little bit, still frightened. "Good night Shmee." Squee said reluctantly before laying his head down and being forced to enter the land of nightmares so common to him.
Gaz had finally gotten back into her groove she usually had when she was playing a video game. She was so close to victory in Ultimo Bloodbath 2.
Her groove was immediately broken as the doorbell rang. She did her best to ignore it, but got more and more frustrated as the screaming began. "Gaz! Gaz! Let me in! Let me in!" said her brother, his voice slightly muffled by the wooden door, though still sounding incredibly urgent, like something had panicked him.
Angrily, she paused her game and stalked over to the door, and flung it open. "For God's sake Dib! Couldn't you have opened the damn door yoursel…….." She immediately stopped screaming at her brother as she saw that he had Zim, who was unconscious, in his arms. Her eyes went wide with concern and she stumbled back some, stun for a moment. Had he done this? Did Dib actually succeed in hurting him? Or was there something else, like Dib had theorized, that had hurt him. She soon noticed that Dib was still standing in the doorway. "Well what the hell are you waiting for?" she asked him impatiently. "Get him in here!"
Dib quickly followed his sister's hectic instructions and laid Zim down on the couch in the living room. "I didn't do anything to him." Dib quickly added, as to make sure to avoid his sister's wraith, which seemed to constantly be bestowed upon him.
Gaz quickly put her hand over where Zim's heart would be, checking for a pulse. Thankfully, there was one, and Gaz gave off a small sigh of relief. "What the hell happened Dib?" she asked softly. "Just what in the hell happened.
Dib shrugged. "We may want to wait for Zim to wake up, because even I don't know all of the details."
The Night Slayer continued his exploration of his new base of operations. He had seen other interesting things then just the blood-laden wall. Two things in particular piqued his interest: two dolls, one black, one white, and both in baker's clothing, were stuck to the wall, a knife put through each of them to keep them in place. He didn't know why, put for some ungodly reason, they stirred something within him. Something that felt so wrong yet oh-so right inside of him.
There was another doll, but he didn't interest him as much as the others. He was a little ugly looking human holding some sort of sandwich. This one he found nothing of interest with, yet still these two little baker-dressed dolls continued to interest him.
And in some other dimension, in some other plane of existence, the creature behind the wall stirred, preparing to once again make his presence known.
Shmee was disturbed by the possibility of things that could come, especially from the amount of dementia coming from 777, Johnny C.'s house. He knew there was always a large amount of it, but it seemed to be increasing now, becoming more and more powerful in force. Shmee now doubted very much that it was radiating from Johnny C. Some other creature has come to his house that's even more demented then him.
Shmee's thoughts soon began to drift towards someone else: towards Squee, the little boy who he was to protect, as he was his trauma sponge. He'd have to find some way to totally keep Squee out of contact with Johnny.
"You truly care for him, don't you?" asked a small, whispy voice. Shmee quickly directed his thought patterns towards a windowsill, where there now stood a small Bub's Burger Boy.
"Hello MEAT." He said unhappily. Shmee despised MEAT, as did many of the others in the trauma sponges, also known as figments, society. MEAT had a reputation for pushing things over the edge, to become too drastic in his measures. "It seems you've gained enough enough strength to allow you to walk."
"Oh, thank you soooooo much Shmee." MEAT said, the contempt towards the stuffed bear evident in his voice. "Understand that I would not have come unless I deemed it absolutely necessary, for my survival, as well as the one who you take care of."
"Oh?" Shmee said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, though he was interested in what the burger boy had to say. "Exactly what is this incredible threat MEAT?"
"As you may have already guessed," MEAT began. "another creature has taken up residence in Nny's house. This thing is something unworldly, something I've never encountered before."
"Could it possibly be some sort of minion of the wall beast? One that is totally independent and free?" Shmee asked, becoming concerned. "The universe had ended once because of Johnny's death and the freedom of the wall beast. We can not afford for something like that event to ever happen again."
"Agreed." MEAT said. "But it is not a minion of the wall beast……At least not yet."
"What do you mean 'At least not yet'?
"The wall beast is reawakening once again. Surely you've felt it stirring. The creature that has arrived has imprisoned Johnny within his own dungeon. To top this all off, this creature has seemingly become obsessed with the wall, as well as the now silent forms of Mr. Eff and Psycho Doughboy."
"Does he even understand what they are, what they could be capable of should the wall beast somehow be able to use them again?"
"Unlikely. If the wall beast plans to do such, however, it will more then likely use only Psycho Doughboy, as Eff began to show signs of extra self- awareness."
"So they themselves were even stronger then we thought." Shmee pondered to himself. He soon returned his attention back towards MEAT. "Knowing you, this isn't the only reason you came here to talk. What else is it you want MEAT."
"There is nothing else." MEAT said, trying to sound as if he was telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
"Yes, there is MEAT. What is it you want?" Shmee said, his patience with the burger boy growing ever thinner.
MEAT sighed and then continued. "You know of what your boy's fate will be should you fail to keep him away from insanity."
"I do." Shmee said, struggling to say even those two words. He couldn't bare the thought of all the potential Squee had being thrown away and replaced with the same murderous desires that Johnny had.
"He will soon be forced to grow up quickly if he wants to survive or have a chance of avoiding the same fate as Johnny." MEAT said. "But if he should become the same as Johnny," MEAT said, sneering, "I would gladly help him."
"YOU stay away from him!" Shmee said, the anger in his voice that so few could hear evident.
It was so evident, in fact, that it woke up Squee. "Wha…..what's wrong Shmee?" Squee asked, obviously afraid.
"Nothing's wrong Squee." Shmee said. "Just go back to sleep."
"Psh." Squee heard a another small voice like Shmee's reply. "What wonderful advice you give him Shmee."
Squee let out one of his smaller trademark squees before asking "Who….who's there?"
"I am here child." The voice said. "You have no reason to fear me. I'm a 'friend' of Shmee's."
Squee, unsure what to think of this 'new friend', turned his head towards Shmee. "It's okay Squee." He heard his bear say to him. "Just go back to sleep."
Reluctantly, Squee went back to the land of sleep. When Shmee was quite sure that Squee was sound asleep, he continued his chat with MEAT. "I would truly appreciate it if you would never talk to the child I am taking care of again."
"And you take such good care of him Shmee." MEAT said, becoming even more obnoxious by the second. "I shall be leaving now anyway, for I must make sure the creature does not figure out that I'm missing. I shall let you choose the next course of action, but I suggest you act quickly."
And as quickly as the manifest came, he was gone.
"Zim?" a soft, yet familiar voice asked, breaking through the darkness. Zim opened his eyes, slowly and slightly, to see who was talking. He found himself peering into the soft purple eyes of a young girl.
"Gaz?" He said, unsure if he was dreaming, or perhaps dead. She nodded her head, obviously relieved to see that he was still alive. He looked around a bit more to see Dib standing off to the side. He sighed with relief and closed his eyes a little.
His eyes immediately opened wide again. "GIR!" he screamed. "Where's GIR?"
Dib shook his head. "That thing, whatever it was, was attacking him last I saw him. He distracted him long enough for me to get you out of there."
"There's something chasing you?" Gaz asked, trying to seem more annoyed then concerned.
"Exactly what the hell was that thing anyway Zim?" Dib asked as well, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
Zim looked Dib straight in the eyes as he answered. "In my home tongue, he would be known as a 'Tarash Natatea'. However, their most common name is 'The Night Slayers'. They are considered the elite of the Irken elite, being lower in status only to the Tallest, the rulers of my planet. They are usually used for incredibly dangerous or important missions, such as assassinations."
"But why you?" Gaz asked. "Why do they want to kill you?"
"Because he is a failure. A mistake of the great Irken Empire." Said a new, feminine voice from the doorway. All of them turned around to see who the new voice was that had joined their conversation.
It was indeed a girl, with black hair and black clothing. Her skin was pale, with a faint green tint. Zim could already identify her from her voice.
"Hello Tak." He said through gritted teeth.
"Tak?" Gaz asked. "Do you know her?" Zim wasn't sure, but it almost sounded like she was jealous.
Obviously, Tak could sense it as well. "Don't worry." She sneered. "There is no love between us."
"If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to know who you are and what you're doing in my house?" Dib asked, obviously annoyed.
"Oh, I just came to even things up for Zim." Tak said, a small vicious grin coming over her face. "God knows that he would be totally worthless on his own against one such as a Night Slayer."
"That doesn't make sense." Zim said, his brow furrowing. "You'd like to see me dead. What's the real reason behind this?"
"It'll all make sense, eventually." Tak said. "But right now, I am in no mood to divulge information." She turned towards Dib. "Obviously, this is your home. I am in need of shelter. If you wouldn't mind….."
"Oh no!" Dib said, shaking his head voraciously. "I'm already housing one alien, I don't need to be housing two!"
"Okay then, I'll just leave." She said, shrugging. "I'll just find the nearest scientific center and expose Zim. That otta put a damper in any plans you have with him."
Dib sighed as Gaz looked at him pleadingly. He knew what Tak was doing; obviously, she was trying to take advantage of Gaz's emotions with Zim. "Fine." He said through gritted teeth. "You can stay."
Gaz mouthed a 'thank you' towards him, then turning to Zim lying on the couch, who had once again fallen asleep.
Johnny C.'s thoughts became increasingly violent as he was trapped inside his own torture chamber. He would kill the fucking alien, and he would take great pleasure in it. Oh yes, great pleasure.
His train of thought was broken by the wannabe goth next to him. "Hey motherfucker, what are you thinking about?" he said, sneering.
Johnny shot an angry look back at him. "You know, when I get out of these shackles, you're going to be the first one that I kill." He said, emotionlessly but obviously angry as hell.
The goth let out a sound of disgust and annoyance. "Oh please. Just how in the hell are you going to do that?"
Johnny grinned at him and moved his hands towards the shackles on his arms. One of his hands met a little knob, which he twisted ever so slightly, unlocking his bond on that hand. He repeated this process for his hands and feet, and looked at the goth, grinning triumphantly.
The goth's mouth just widened into a look of absolute shock. "You mean to tell me," he started out lowly "that all we had to do to get out of these damn things was twist some fuckin' little knob?"
"Pretty much." Johnny said, his grin always remaining on his face. Soon though, Johnny heard the sound of footsteps coming down into the basement. "Shit." He muttered to himself. He quickly got back into place and readjusted the bonds.
Sure enough, it was the alien, this time carrying a crowbar with him. He came perilously close to Johnny, put the crowbar over one arm, and swung.
He hit the goth straight in the side of the head, the force of the blow crushing his skull, fragments of it flying out, some spraying onto Johnny.
The alien inspected the crowbar a little more, running his hands over it. Finally, he left the room, closing the door behind him.
Johnny turned his head towards the corpse of the goth, his expression turning sour. "Bastard." Johnny muttered. "I had wanted to do that."
It was at least 10:30 PM when the little SIR unit returned. The Night Slayer was still inspecting the crowbar. It was a useful tool, but wouldn't be truly much use to him in combat unless he could get enough room to swing. The only thing that alerted him of the SIR unit's presence was the small steps of his metal feet hitting the tile on the floor.
The Night Slayer turned his head to see what the little robot had brought back, and his face immediately gave off a small frown.
In the little robot's arms was the SIR unit he had destroyed earlier in the lab. "You want me to repair him?" the Night Slayer asked quizzically. All the little SIR unit did was nod his head. "Why?" he asked, unsure of the robot's intentions. "What's the point?"
The little robot set the dismantled SIR unit on the ground and pointed at it, then at itself. The Night Slayer furrowed his brow at the little robot's message. "You believe you two to be the same?"
The little robot nodded. The Night Slayer just sighed and picked up the now still SIR unit. He supposed he should have some time to relax before he resumed the chase.
Professor James Membrane stepped out of his laboratory anxiously. He was so close to finishing his newest invention. All he needed was a tool to finish the job, a tool which he had leant Dib. He made his way into the front room where he saw his children playing a card game with two friends. He had seen one of the friends before, a little boy that Dib claimed was an alien. The other, a girl, he hadn't seen before, but by the looks of her apparel, he believed her to be a friend of Gaz's. He himself never understood card games or the simple joys that they provided to others. He decided not to disturb their game and continued towards his son's room.
He pushed the door open, raising an eyebrow at the amount of paranormal junk his son had accumulated. He considered these just to be fantasies his son had. He quickly found his tool, a weird looking wrench, on his son's desk. Next to it, he found something else of interest and smiled as he picked it up.
It was a mounted picture of him with his children when they were younger, Dib holding his hand and looking up at him in admiration and Gaz perched on his shoulders, smiling and giggling. On the picture was written "For Dib and Gaz, Love Dad."
His smile soon turned to a frown as he noticed what was written underneath it. In cursive writing, he had put "Prof. James Membrane, Head of Scientific Department"
He immediately sat down on the bed, clutching his head in one hand. He had actual autographed a picture for his own son and daughter? How could he do something so idiotic? They weren't some drooling fans! They were his own flesh and blood for Christ sake!
And for the first time in five years, Professor James Membrane put his hands over his face and began to cry.
The Night Slayer leaned back in one of the chairs, finishing the repairs on the SIR unit. He had no will to put up with it this night and would activate it tomorrow. He shut his eyes, preparing to go to sleep.
"Psssssssttt!" said a small voice, obviously trying to get his attention. His eyes immediately snapped open and looked around the room.
"Over here!" the voice said again, and he turned towards the direction of the voice.
The voice appeared to be coming from where the two doughboys stuck on the wall where. "Unreal." He muttered to himself as he walked over to them.
"Oh, we are real." The white one said, obviously being the speaker previously.
"We?" he asked.
"Yes, we." Said the one in black. "Both of us are real."
"What are you?" the Night Slayer implored, unsure how to feel about this situation.
"We…" the one in white began "are part of you. I am your self loathing."
"And I am your maniac desires." The black one said.
"What do you mean you're me?"
"It seems you don't pay much attention." The white one said. "We are inside of you, your own thoughts manifesting into separate beings."
"So I'm basically having a conversation with myself?" he asked the dolls, still unsure as how to feel about these turn of events.
"Yep." The black one said.
"So I've basically gone insane?" the Night Slayer asked.
"Yes." The white one said.
"No." the black one responded.
"Okay, one minute." He said. "If you're both part of me, then how come you both contradict each other."
"We are both parts of your emotions." The black one said. "And both of us are against each other in our goals."
"And your goals are…..?" the Night Slayer asked.
"That" the black one said "is a question that shall be answered in time."
"You know," the white one began, "this is quite uncomfortable. Could you perhaps let us down?"
The Night Slayer took both the knives out of the two Styrofoam creatures, their bodies falling into upright positions. "Well, now I sort of know what you are." He said. "Do you have any names?"
"How careless of us." The white one said. "I am Psycho Doughboy, and my accomplice here is known as Mr. Eff."
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Well, this is shorter then the other chapters, but the upcoming chapters will be longer, that I promise. Also, this will be the last update I make for awhile, as I will be going on summer vacations for awhile and won't be able to use a computer. Well, until then, see yas! ;)