pureVENOM: Geez, I haven't written in a while!! Heh. And ~I~ thought I'd have MORE time
to write during the summer!! Stupid, stupid Fausta (not my fic Fausta. We're two COMPLETELY
different peeps).
I have a month of summer school. Nearly four hours of tiring Algebra lecturing. My mom's
making me go. But I guess it's an okay idea, since I'm going to Alg 2 Trig sophomore year.
WHOO!! SOPHOMORE YEAR!!! ...Weird.
Some Rambling about Latin--
ALSO, me and my Latin comrades lost HORRIBLY. We cleared out the Latin room. I myself took
some Latin books to keep on learning by myself, the 'SAVE LATIN!' banner we made, some
large postery papers, and a big t-shirt covered in facial expressions with Latin labels by
them. Sigh. We all really thought our speeches and stuff at the school borad meeting would
persuade them to keep Latin at least a FEW YEARS longer, but it was declared ELIMINATED from
PVHS as of June 11th. 'Tis sucky. Valde sucky. ;_____; It made me CRRRYYYY, for several days.
We all worked so haaard!! It's NOT FAIR!! We weren't even WARNED that Latin would be cut!!
I HATE French!!! ARRRRRGHHHHH!!! Now this one Frenchy girl who walked by us JCLers during
the board meeting and said "French is better" REALLY pisses me off. You know, that's just
NOT something you say to a group of Latiners who are VERY devoted to Latin and JCL, and
they're all getting their hopes up, and trying their best to save their language!!!
GRRRRGHH!~!!! Down with the Frenchies and Spanishes!!! Latin RULES!!! GAH!! ...And yet, I
am learning French 1 over the summer, like several of my friends. I've already spent some
four hours on the horrid language. It's so WEIRD!!! And the textbook explains everything VALDE
poorly!
Some more Rambling, but about Silent Hill this time--
Well, actually, I DO. But, I've been playing Grand Theft Auto III which my wonderful, kewl,
funnee uncle got me! Yeah! AND Silent Hill 1. OMG! That game is CREEPY!! ;__; Ohh... I got
to the really saaaad part today!! Wahhh!! It made me cry!! Poor *censored due to unwanted
spoiling*!!! She was all CRYING, then I started CRYING, and the main character didn't but you
KNOW he WANTED to cry, but he was just to scared for his life at the moment, or something.
...Yeah, Silent Hill is kewl. I really didn't think that a survival/horror game could make
someone sad. *sniff!!*
You know, one of the really fun and kewl things about fanfiction is FANCHARS. I shall create
several to amuse myself during the Underworld scenes I'm planning.
Heh. YOu know what?? I REALLY, REALLY love the name Fausta. Ah, I remember I used to keep
ranting about how great my Latin name was to the class. Heh. Really. Latin was a great class.
I'll miss it. In FACT, I miss it right now! It really became a part of me. Most of us,
actually. I mean, all that cooperation, and togetherness, and knowledge... We even respond to
our Latin names as quickly as our real ones! Sigh. RIP, I guess.
-----------------------------------------
Chapter Seventeen: Like a Mortal
----------------------------------------
Fausta the now-mortal Wing sat leaning against the outer fence of her base. The house's
computer absolutely refused to let her in, and she was waiting for Faust to order the thing
to let her enter.
*FLASHBACK of just a few minutes ago--
"Compy, what's wrong?? Why is the door locked?" the Wing questioned tiredly, wringing out
her hair, which was soaked with water from Dib to Zim attacks. A few soap bubbles floated out
from the soppy mop of hair.
No answer.
"Compy! Stop being so mean to me!! C'mon! Open this door right now!" the Onyx Wing shouted
irrittably.
"I'll NOT let an IMPOSTER in," the machine replied in a snobbish way.
"IMPOSTER!?! It's ME, Compy!!" she growled. "Remember the time I accidentally destroyed the
water dams on Blorch, and turned everything within a twenty mile-radius a filthy swamp?? And you
yelled at me for getting you all short circuity, so I switched you off for a few days and
tried to infect you with viruses??"
The computer fell silent and beeped a bit. "I didn't like that..." .... "But your still an
IMPOSTOR!!! SCRAM!!"
The house's computer had the ground that the "impostor" was standing on, suddenly become all
sparkly with electricity!! So pretty!!
"AHHHHHHH!!!!"
*END OF FLASHBACK
"...That was NOT kewl." Fausta scowled. She rubbed her eyes, which itched horribly, and were
getting dark rings around them.
The Dib-Human suddenly came walking by. He tilted his head at his female rival and smiled.
"What's wrong, Fausta?? Your teacher or whatever kick you out the house??" ^___^ He's smiling!!
The Wing sighed. "For your information, DIB, it's the COMPUTER that will not allow me to enter
my home, and Faust just doesn't care."
Dib contemplated this quickly. "Whoo! Well that stinks for you! Hehe! Toodles!" (He's in a happy
mood because he got Zim GOOOOD today!)
o.-;; "Uh huh..."
The Wing didn't really feel like being alone at the moment. She'd probably be stuck outside for
some half of the day, and decided she'd have some company for a while.
"Dib-Human."
"Stay! Talk! Or become even more DOOMed than you are now..." : /
Dib shrugged. "Fine! Whatever. I was just taking a stroll around the neighborhood, but I guess
I can take notes instead." He got out his notebook.
"Huh." She yawned. "So, you glad that your second year of HI SKOOL is almost over? Going to
go frolic about in City Center Park and feed ferrets?? Torture your enemies?"
Dib looked up. "Uh...I guess. Hey, you don't look so well. ..Which is a good thing for me
though. Heh." He scribbled something down. (Fausta's not well. Good for me.)
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I've been really tired recently..." -.-
"Well, have you been getting enough rest? Your not all Wingish like before you know. I suppose
that's what's wrong," Dib rattled out some advice, nanchalantly.
"... WAIT!! What am I DOING!? I'M HELPING YOU!?!?!" Dib shoved his notebook away, and started to
walk away. "Man, what am I THINKING!?"
"HOLD IT!!" There was an evil glint in Fausta's eye. Why hadn't she thought of it before?!?
Dib froze. Then he began to sprint away.
"Aw, Styx..." And Fausta started chasing after the Human.
Okay, cut to about five minutes later.
The two are still running. They're currently running down a street.
Huff, puff, they pant! Like this big hairy dog on this one summer day, who stupidly is chasing
its tail around in a circle, in the scorching daylight! The dog eventually stops, out of energy
and whines in agony from dehydration and bad stuff like that, and BLAO!! It EX-SPLOADS!!! In
bunches and gobs of hunks of meat and bone! YUM!! ...Wait! That's pretty disgusting, isn't it!?
*cough*
Fausta suddenly has an idea, and feels really stupid and mad at herself. "AW, STYX!!"
She flares out her wings, and catches a soft breeze of hot summer air. She begins to soar right
above the Dib-Human, effortlessly.
"Hah HAH!! Give up, Dib-beast!! Your pathETIC ambulatory abilities cannot COMPARE to my grand
aerial skills!!"
The Human stopped, with an angry look. "Hey! You couldn't even CATCH me while we were running!!
How are MY ambulatory abilities 'PATHETIC'!?"
"..... Be quiet!!" She let her wings go limp so she could fall/land upon Dib's big head. Really,
it's HUMONGOUS!! You CAN'T miss!! If she missed, wo, would she be ASHAMED of her aerial skills!!
"OWW!" cried the Dib-Human as Fausta jumped away. He rubbed his head.
"So, what IS IT that you chased me down, and jumped on my head for, anyway?"
"Dib, you being an abnormally intelligent mortal Human all your rather short-so-far, yet valde
eventful life, I require YOU to teach me ....how to live ..like a healthy mortal HUMan." The
last word, 'Human' was hissed out in disgust.
Dib blinked. "...Do I have to??"
"Yes!"
"But I don't want to!"
"Do it, or suffer my doomful wrath!!"
"Nooo... I think I can stay away from your doom if I'm careful enough."
".... You spew NONSENSE, Human! Now teach me!!"
"....Nnnn....no."
"... .... ....... Please, Dib??"
o.O; "Huh??"
"PLEASE!! I said 'PLEASE', YOU FOOL!! Pleeeeezzzz!! By the waters of Styx, I HATE that word!!"
Fausta shook her fists in the air. "And YOU'VE forced me to use it so MANY TIMES!!! It sounds so
STUPID!! 'PLEASE' 'PLEASE'!! Just LOOK at it!! Listen to it!! It's HORRIBLE!!"
"..Uh, okaaaay... Well, we have to make a deal, then." Dib's feeling very victorious.
T.T;; "What is this ...'deeeal'... that you speak of?"
"Well, I'll teach you how to be like a normal person as best as I can, BUT... I want something
in return."
"But of course! What is it!? I warn you, I cannot and WILL not make any treaties!!"
Dib shook his head. "I knew you'd say so. I was just wondering, since that strange day when you
were rambling something about magicks or supernatural powers."
(Some previous chapter, where Tenn arrives. The water is all not-flowing into the Bitter's room.)
"What DO you know about that stuff, anyway??"
Fausta's eyes widened. "Uh... Not much, really! Dangerous stuff, you know! You should stay away
from it for the sake of all Earthkind, you know!"
"NO!" Dib leapt forward. "I want to learn more about the SUPERnatural, just as you need to learn
about the UN-supernatural! GHOSTS! SPELLS! BIGFOOT! UFOs!! ORACLES! All that stuff, MORE,
and a bag of chips!!! I'm STARVING from all that running!!"
Fausta, exhausted mentally and physically, decided to let the Human win this argument.
"Alright! ...I suppose the best place to learn about that stuff is in the Underword. The city
by Styx, subROMA. Marcellus, our local general genius, will be our guide. He knows tons more
about the stuff than me. We'll go when sir Marcellus makes the time."
Dib's eyes go all big and shiny and glimmery. Sorta like Gaz in front of pizza, but in a Dib-like
way. "You've got yourself a deal!!"
A reluctant handshake ensues to traditionally confirm the deal.
The two darkly-clad hands link like a closing drawbridge to doom.
---------------------------------
pureVENOM: Well! It's very short, but I'm using a different writing program, since my dad got
rid of the old one, and I'm hoping it'll work okay. I'm guessing it will... Ooh, I hope I don't
jinx myself with all this rambling! Heh, I don't believe in the stuff, but it happens a lot,
strangely enough.
I REALLY like the two last lines of the fic chater, you know. Hehe. To DOOM. So wonderful.
So appropriate.
You know, I'm pressing enter whenever the words reach the end of my computer screen, so this
chapter probably looks really weird. It's REALLY annoying.
The LESSON of THIS Chapter-- No matter what your doctor or general surgeon says, a bag of chips
WILL fill you up healthily.
to write during the summer!! Stupid, stupid Fausta (not my fic Fausta. We're two COMPLETELY
different peeps).
I have a month of summer school. Nearly four hours of tiring Algebra lecturing. My mom's
making me go. But I guess it's an okay idea, since I'm going to Alg 2 Trig sophomore year.
WHOO!! SOPHOMORE YEAR!!! ...Weird.
Some Rambling about Latin--
ALSO, me and my Latin comrades lost HORRIBLY. We cleared out the Latin room. I myself took
some Latin books to keep on learning by myself, the 'SAVE LATIN!' banner we made, some
large postery papers, and a big t-shirt covered in facial expressions with Latin labels by
them. Sigh. We all really thought our speeches and stuff at the school borad meeting would
persuade them to keep Latin at least a FEW YEARS longer, but it was declared ELIMINATED from
PVHS as of June 11th. 'Tis sucky. Valde sucky. ;_____; It made me CRRRYYYY, for several days.
We all worked so haaard!! It's NOT FAIR!! We weren't even WARNED that Latin would be cut!!
I HATE French!!! ARRRRRGHHHHH!!! Now this one Frenchy girl who walked by us JCLers during
the board meeting and said "French is better" REALLY pisses me off. You know, that's just
NOT something you say to a group of Latiners who are VERY devoted to Latin and JCL, and
they're all getting their hopes up, and trying their best to save their language!!!
GRRRRGHH!~!!! Down with the Frenchies and Spanishes!!! Latin RULES!!! GAH!! ...And yet, I
am learning French 1 over the summer, like several of my friends. I've already spent some
four hours on the horrid language. It's so WEIRD!!! And the textbook explains everything VALDE
poorly!
Some more Rambling, but about Silent Hill this time--
Well, actually, I DO. But, I've been playing Grand Theft Auto III which my wonderful, kewl,
funnee uncle got me! Yeah! AND Silent Hill 1. OMG! That game is CREEPY!! ;__; Ohh... I got
to the really saaaad part today!! Wahhh!! It made me cry!! Poor *censored due to unwanted
spoiling*!!! She was all CRYING, then I started CRYING, and the main character didn't but you
KNOW he WANTED to cry, but he was just to scared for his life at the moment, or something.
...Yeah, Silent Hill is kewl. I really didn't think that a survival/horror game could make
someone sad. *sniff!!*
You know, one of the really fun and kewl things about fanfiction is FANCHARS. I shall create
several to amuse myself during the Underworld scenes I'm planning.
Heh. YOu know what?? I REALLY, REALLY love the name Fausta. Ah, I remember I used to keep
ranting about how great my Latin name was to the class. Heh. Really. Latin was a great class.
I'll miss it. In FACT, I miss it right now! It really became a part of me. Most of us,
actually. I mean, all that cooperation, and togetherness, and knowledge... We even respond to
our Latin names as quickly as our real ones! Sigh. RIP, I guess.
-----------------------------------------
Chapter Seventeen: Like a Mortal
----------------------------------------
Fausta the now-mortal Wing sat leaning against the outer fence of her base. The house's
computer absolutely refused to let her in, and she was waiting for Faust to order the thing
to let her enter.
*FLASHBACK of just a few minutes ago--
"Compy, what's wrong?? Why is the door locked?" the Wing questioned tiredly, wringing out
her hair, which was soaked with water from Dib to Zim attacks. A few soap bubbles floated out
from the soppy mop of hair.
No answer.
"Compy! Stop being so mean to me!! C'mon! Open this door right now!" the Onyx Wing shouted
irrittably.
"I'll NOT let an IMPOSTER in," the machine replied in a snobbish way.
"IMPOSTER!?! It's ME, Compy!!" she growled. "Remember the time I accidentally destroyed the
water dams on Blorch, and turned everything within a twenty mile-radius a filthy swamp?? And you
yelled at me for getting you all short circuity, so I switched you off for a few days and
tried to infect you with viruses??"
The computer fell silent and beeped a bit. "I didn't like that..." .... "But your still an
IMPOSTOR!!! SCRAM!!"
The house's computer had the ground that the "impostor" was standing on, suddenly become all
sparkly with electricity!! So pretty!!
"AHHHHHHH!!!!"
*END OF FLASHBACK
"...That was NOT kewl." Fausta scowled. She rubbed her eyes, which itched horribly, and were
getting dark rings around them.
The Dib-Human suddenly came walking by. He tilted his head at his female rival and smiled.
"What's wrong, Fausta?? Your teacher or whatever kick you out the house??" ^___^ He's smiling!!
The Wing sighed. "For your information, DIB, it's the COMPUTER that will not allow me to enter
my home, and Faust just doesn't care."
Dib contemplated this quickly. "Whoo! Well that stinks for you! Hehe! Toodles!" (He's in a happy
mood because he got Zim GOOOOD today!)
o.-;; "Uh huh..."
The Wing didn't really feel like being alone at the moment. She'd probably be stuck outside for
some half of the day, and decided she'd have some company for a while.
"Dib-Human."
"Stay! Talk! Or become even more DOOMed than you are now..." : /
Dib shrugged. "Fine! Whatever. I was just taking a stroll around the neighborhood, but I guess
I can take notes instead." He got out his notebook.
"Huh." She yawned. "So, you glad that your second year of HI SKOOL is almost over? Going to
go frolic about in City Center Park and feed ferrets?? Torture your enemies?"
Dib looked up. "Uh...I guess. Hey, you don't look so well. ..Which is a good thing for me
though. Heh." He scribbled something down. (Fausta's not well. Good for me.)
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I've been really tired recently..." -.-
"Well, have you been getting enough rest? Your not all Wingish like before you know. I suppose
that's what's wrong," Dib rattled out some advice, nanchalantly.
"... WAIT!! What am I DOING!? I'M HELPING YOU!?!?!" Dib shoved his notebook away, and started to
walk away. "Man, what am I THINKING!?"
"HOLD IT!!" There was an evil glint in Fausta's eye. Why hadn't she thought of it before?!?
Dib froze. Then he began to sprint away.
"Aw, Styx..." And Fausta started chasing after the Human.
Okay, cut to about five minutes later.
The two are still running. They're currently running down a street.
Huff, puff, they pant! Like this big hairy dog on this one summer day, who stupidly is chasing
its tail around in a circle, in the scorching daylight! The dog eventually stops, out of energy
and whines in agony from dehydration and bad stuff like that, and BLAO!! It EX-SPLOADS!!! In
bunches and gobs of hunks of meat and bone! YUM!! ...Wait! That's pretty disgusting, isn't it!?
*cough*
Fausta suddenly has an idea, and feels really stupid and mad at herself. "AW, STYX!!"
She flares out her wings, and catches a soft breeze of hot summer air. She begins to soar right
above the Dib-Human, effortlessly.
"Hah HAH!! Give up, Dib-beast!! Your pathETIC ambulatory abilities cannot COMPARE to my grand
aerial skills!!"
The Human stopped, with an angry look. "Hey! You couldn't even CATCH me while we were running!!
How are MY ambulatory abilities 'PATHETIC'!?"
"..... Be quiet!!" She let her wings go limp so she could fall/land upon Dib's big head. Really,
it's HUMONGOUS!! You CAN'T miss!! If she missed, wo, would she be ASHAMED of her aerial skills!!
"OWW!" cried the Dib-Human as Fausta jumped away. He rubbed his head.
"So, what IS IT that you chased me down, and jumped on my head for, anyway?"
"Dib, you being an abnormally intelligent mortal Human all your rather short-so-far, yet valde
eventful life, I require YOU to teach me ....how to live ..like a healthy mortal HUMan." The
last word, 'Human' was hissed out in disgust.
Dib blinked. "...Do I have to??"
"Yes!"
"But I don't want to!"
"Do it, or suffer my doomful wrath!!"
"Nooo... I think I can stay away from your doom if I'm careful enough."
".... You spew NONSENSE, Human! Now teach me!!"
"....Nnnn....no."
"... .... ....... Please, Dib??"
o.O; "Huh??"
"PLEASE!! I said 'PLEASE', YOU FOOL!! Pleeeeezzzz!! By the waters of Styx, I HATE that word!!"
Fausta shook her fists in the air. "And YOU'VE forced me to use it so MANY TIMES!!! It sounds so
STUPID!! 'PLEASE' 'PLEASE'!! Just LOOK at it!! Listen to it!! It's HORRIBLE!!"
"..Uh, okaaaay... Well, we have to make a deal, then." Dib's feeling very victorious.
T.T;; "What is this ...'deeeal'... that you speak of?"
"Well, I'll teach you how to be like a normal person as best as I can, BUT... I want something
in return."
"But of course! What is it!? I warn you, I cannot and WILL not make any treaties!!"
Dib shook his head. "I knew you'd say so. I was just wondering, since that strange day when you
were rambling something about magicks or supernatural powers."
(Some previous chapter, where Tenn arrives. The water is all not-flowing into the Bitter's room.)
"What DO you know about that stuff, anyway??"
Fausta's eyes widened. "Uh... Not much, really! Dangerous stuff, you know! You should stay away
from it for the sake of all Earthkind, you know!"
"NO!" Dib leapt forward. "I want to learn more about the SUPERnatural, just as you need to learn
about the UN-supernatural! GHOSTS! SPELLS! BIGFOOT! UFOs!! ORACLES! All that stuff, MORE,
and a bag of chips!!! I'm STARVING from all that running!!"
Fausta, exhausted mentally and physically, decided to let the Human win this argument.
"Alright! ...I suppose the best place to learn about that stuff is in the Underword. The city
by Styx, subROMA. Marcellus, our local general genius, will be our guide. He knows tons more
about the stuff than me. We'll go when sir Marcellus makes the time."
Dib's eyes go all big and shiny and glimmery. Sorta like Gaz in front of pizza, but in a Dib-like
way. "You've got yourself a deal!!"
A reluctant handshake ensues to traditionally confirm the deal.
The two darkly-clad hands link like a closing drawbridge to doom.
---------------------------------
pureVENOM: Well! It's very short, but I'm using a different writing program, since my dad got
rid of the old one, and I'm hoping it'll work okay. I'm guessing it will... Ooh, I hope I don't
jinx myself with all this rambling! Heh, I don't believe in the stuff, but it happens a lot,
strangely enough.
I REALLY like the two last lines of the fic chater, you know. Hehe. To DOOM. So wonderful.
So appropriate.
You know, I'm pressing enter whenever the words reach the end of my computer screen, so this
chapter probably looks really weird. It's REALLY annoying.
The LESSON of THIS Chapter-- No matter what your doctor or general surgeon says, a bag of chips
WILL fill you up healthily.