Oooooo... chapter two. Kewlies... thankies to those who reviewed. Y'all get FREE TACOS!!! *munches on tortilla shell* mmmm taco....

Official-looking lawyer crap: I don't own Zim or Johnny the Homicidal Maniac... they are property of Jhonen Vasquez, I've just borrowed them for a bit to act out my own little fetishes... *grins* And now to the story!

*NOTE TO ALL SQUEAMISH PEOPLE* Number one, what the hell are you doing reading Johnny comics in the first place, cause it's kinda hard to get through an entire comic without any blood... or gore... and... well.. don't read this if ye do have a squeamish-type thingie, 'cause there is blood. And gore. And did I mention blood? Thankies for yer time. 'Twas very valuable to me and my monkeys....

Chapter Two

Skool Daze

Dib walked into the classroom, a dazed look on his face and unshed tears in his eyes. "Dib!" Ms. Bitters snapped. "You're late! Now sit down and prepare to meet your doom!"

Dib said nothing, just sat down at his desk and stared at the back of a girl's head for the entire day of skool. At recess he mechanically got up from his desk and walked out the door, one thought going through his mind the entire time. 'Trenchcoat man... idol... must... speak... to... trenchcoat... man....' (a/n: there's a kid at my skool who my friends and I call trenchcoat kid... he's nothing like Nny, though :-(... )

Zim stared at the strange Dib-child as he robotically moved from the doorway to a corner of the building and sat down. Curious, he walked over to the motionless meat-boy and poked him. Nothing.

'Normally,' Zim thought, 'he'd rant about aliens and my destruction... hmmm...' he poked Dib again. Still nothing. 'Strange stink-beast.' For once Zim wished he had been able to bring along a portable version of his Computer along, because the Dib-creature was really confusing him. 'Just this morning he was... normal. But now...' he nudged Dib with his foot for the last time, then walked away to collect his own thoughts. "Hmmm..." he murmured aloud. Suddenly Dib began speaking.

"Trenchcoat man... idol... speak... must... yes... speak..." Dib grinned scarily, then his eyes went blank.

'As blank as GIR's when he... yes...' "I have it!" he shouted suddenly, and jumped to his feet. "the Dib-creature has suffered from the GIR dent! Muahahaha, filthy human stink-beasts, I shall conquer you yet!!" Zim stopped shouting to see the entire playground staring in his direction. "Uh..." he muttered, edging out of the line of sight of the mini-stink beasts.

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One human child watched the strange proceedings with interest, especially when the spike-haired boy that looked almost like a younger Nny muttered about a 'trenchcoat man.' "Shmee?" he asked his teddy-bear, carefully hidden in his backpack after a morning of teasing he still shuddered at. "Was he talking about Nny, do you think?"

A small voice from the back of his head answered Squee. "Yes."

"Should I tell Nny about this one?"

This time the voice was insistent. "No. You know what Nny'd do. He hates posers. Remember Mmy?"

Squee shuddered as he remembered the mangled body of a fan of Johnny's. "Yea.." he squeaked. "Do you really think Nny would do that to the kid?"

"Squee, he almost 'did' it to Ms. Bitters this morning! Of course he would! The only thing you can do is keep that kid from becoming a wall-hanging."

"Ugg." Squee contorted his face into a mask of disgust as he imagined Dib hanging on Nny's wall by his shoulder blades, palms, or even worse, toenails. "You're right, Shmee. I wouldn't want to wish that on anyone."

"Good. Now go, recess is over."

And so it was. The skool populace of human stink-beasts, Irken Invaders, and Teddy-Bearic voices filed back into the building for the afternoon classes. Squee unconsciously stayed nearby to the Nny look-alike for little more than familiarity and for protection from what was so familiar to the little Squee. (a/n: Did that make any sense to you?... No? Goooooodd...)

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Ms. Bitters closed up her room for the last time that day. Climbing into her car and driving off, she muttered to herself about finally giving the little brats what she had been preaching about for so long—their doom. She was knee-deep in a plan that she thought might work when, unbeknownst to her she slammed into a parked car, so absorbed was she with her planning. She finally looked up when she noticed her car wasn't moving anymore, believing herself to be home. Then she noticed the dented car directly in front of her. "Oh, god-doom," she said.

That was when the owner of the decrepit heap imbedded on her bumper walked out of the 24/7 that it was parked in front of, slurping a Brain Freezy. *slurp, slurp slur-* the Freezy dropped to the ground in front of Ms. Bitters' car. Quickly getting out she went over to the owner to explain what happened. He listened for a little while, amused, while she rambled on and on, not noticing that this was the same man who had threatened her just ten hours earlier.

Nny waved the old woman's ramblings to a halt before speaking. "I told you we'd meet again, Ms. Bitters." He drew one of his favorite knives, the one with the little unhappy faces on the pommel, out of his trenchcoat. It was still coated in the blood of its latest kill; the unfortunate 24/7 clerk who had short changed him four cents. "Any last words?"

Ms. Bitters gulped. "Doom?"

Nny grinned demonically. "Nice try." As cleanly as a knife slices through butter, so easily did Nny's frown-y face-d blade slide through Ms. Bitters' stomach, her innards spilling onto the tarmac. Nny carefully, with a surgeon's precision, carved out first her intestines and stomach before digging deeper in to release her old, withered liver from its bindings within her body. Finally to end the screaming in his ear, Nny cut out Ms. Bitters' heart, stuffing it down her throat to silence her. Nodding in delight at his handiwork, Nny wiped his blade off on the old woman's ruined dress and turned to gaze at his ruined Brain Freezy. "Fook. Look what you did, you made me drop my Brain Freezy. Ah well." Shrugging, he walked back into the 24/7, filled another cup full of Cherry Brain Freezy and walked out, tossing some money onto the corpse at the counter.

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