pureVENOM: Oh wow, it's warm. Correction, it's HOT. 86 degrees in house= sweaty Fausta.
And I've discovered just how horrible it is to vacuum in sweltering heat. Eh, I said I'd
do it, though. So I did.
EEEE!! I'm so happy to see more reviewers!! I welcome all!! I welcome you all with a
another doomy chapter! And an insanely big smile! ^___________________^
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Chapter Nineteen: Underworld DOOM Part1- Why me?
----------------------------------------------------
"Oh yeah!" Dib snatched up the several neon-colored sticky notes from the desk. "Notes
from today!" He slapped them onto Fausta's forehead. "Don't lose 'em!"
"Right," she mumbled.
Anyway, so the two travel on, outside, down and across the streets- here's a short scene
from one of the times.
**A RANDOM STREET SCENE--
'VRoooOOOoOOooMMM!!' go the cars, motorcycles, and trucks that zoom by, almost hitting
a gloomy-looking Fausta who wasn't paying attention to the road she was crossing.
She snapped her head up. "What the--!? HEY! HEY! YEAH, YOU BETTER RUN, HUUUUMAN!!!" she
shouted angrily to the now out-of-sight car.
Dib slapped his face. Then, he headed to the big pole-thingies at the side of the road,
and pressed the 'I want to cross the street' button.
"Look, I already told you, you have to press the button, and watch the roa--"
But he realized Fausta wasn't paying attention.
"HEY! STOP! I command yaz to stop now!! People CROSSING HERE!! PEOPLE FIRST!! HEY!
C'MON!" she shouted at the stream of cars.
*later on--
The two finally reach the secret entrance in the Center City Park.
"FINALLY! The secret entrance in Center City Park!" cried an exasperated Dib.
"Oh sure, just let EVERYBODY know," grumbled Fausta.
"There's NO ONE here!" Dib screeched. He was very tired of his grumpy company.
"Yess. That's what they WANT you to think." Zim popped out from a nearby tree branch.
Fausta was looking very nervous, the Irken could tell. What was wrong with the Wing?
Where was that usual stew-pid confidence and illogical glee?
Eh. What did it matter? The more unhappy SHE was, the happier HE would be.
"Well, lady first, I guess," said Dib, gesturing toward the seeecret entrance to
Marcellus's lab.
Fausta scowled, opened the seeecret door, and entered. "As if you'd ever consider me
a 'LADY'."
"Good point."
Zim blinked as he was left alone. Gasp! They didn't even QUESTION his being here!?
"...Hey! Don't you two ignore ZIIIIM!!!!"
So anyhoo, the three approach Marcellus, who's rubbing his ringed eyes, yawning,
and watching a computer screen boredly.
"Salve, Marcellus," said Fausta with a falsely happy voice. "Quid agis? Potesne ducere
subROMAM hodie?" ('Greetings, Marcellus. How are you? Are you able to take us to subROMA
today?' something like that.)
Marcellus blinked sleepily. "Huh?? Uh, sure, yeah, Fausta." He stood up slowly,
stretched, and brushed off his robes. They were pretty new, and were already covered in a
thin layer of dust, from his sedentary-ness.
"Hm, just let me get my map..." He turned to a comically humongous and messy pile of
papers a few feet away.
The trio immediately were overcome by disappointment. How long would it take for the
Obsidian to find the right map in that mountain of pages??
Marcellus shoved his arm into the heap, all the way up to the shoulder, and after a few
moments, pulled out..... the map to and of subROMA!!
"See the advantages of being organized, kids?" he asked. No one could tell if he was
joking or not, though.
"What's been up, Marcellus?" asked a cheery Dib.
"Nothing much..." replied the sleep-less researcher. "Oh except... A little while ago, a
rather scary young lady whom I believe to be actually an Irken in an extremely good
disguise-- for an Irken anyway---"
Zim, his wig and eye-lenses off, twitched his antennae at that 'for an Irken' comment.
"who's plotting out the destruction of our worlds with a SIR who's also EXTREMELY well
disguised-- for an Irken-originated item anyway---"
"Would you PLEEEZ desist your putting down of the Irken race, my good Wing?" Zim grudgingly
asked of Marcellus.
"Yeah, sure. In anycase, an Irken woman and her SIR headed off to subROMA. ANOTHER Irken
woman, whom I believe is CRAAAAZY headed off after them. Styx, was she CRAZY, And people
say I need help! Oy!"
"Is it just me, or does it seem your enemies are a step ahead of you, Zim?" questioned
Dib, smirking.
Zim narrowed his crimson eyes. "Silence, Dib-worm! My enemies are NOTHING!! They shall
soon be DOOMed from the wrath of ZIM!! I am FAR too uh... GREAT to--"
"Right, Zim," growled Fausta. "Marcellus, do continue. Did anyone else run off towards
subROMA??"
"Nope."
"Good."
"Oh, wait! Yeah, one MORE person! I can't believe she's back already! She's MONTHS ahead
of schedule!" responded Marcellus.
"Huh... Months ahead...? It's NOT..." began a freaked out Fausta.
"Yeah, Ferona's back!! Or 'LILITH' as you youngsters like to call her."
"Oh, Styx!! By the heads of Cerberus!!" The Onyx Wing ran back, to a small arsenal. "I DON'T
need to be here!! I am SO gone!!" She pawed about at all sorts of different bucklers, blades,
and explosives.
"Hey, a deal's a deal," said Dib, all too excited about venturing into the lands of Earth
so unknown.
"I know. I hate you Dib." The young Wing turned around to reveal a moose's worth of weaponry.
(Heh, I really dunno just how much that is.)
"Well, let us forge on, then!" announced Zim. "To new disgusting Earthen frontiers!"
Fausta, decked out in a valde weighty medieval-lookin' helmet three sizes too big, a small
buckler on either arms, pockets stuffed full of knives and winged grenades, and dragging
a heavy mace behind her, couldn't help but feel her two rivals seemed WAY too happy.
* A few minutes later
Dib had a tape recorder in hand, and was talking excitely. Recording, he found, was a much
faster way to take note of things.
"Wow, I can't believe I'm really traveling in an underground tunnel in an underground
vehicle, right here in underground Earth!"
Well, let's fast forward, and listen to the tape, in a nice script form. Because, I am lazy.
DIB: Wow, I can't believe I'm really traveling in an underground tunnel in an underground
vehicle, right here in underground Earth!"
FAUSTA: *irritated* How many more times must we listen to you say 'underground'??
MARCELLUS: No bickering, now, kids. This is obviously a very traumatizing situation for the
Human, while it's very exciting for you, Fausta.
ZIM: Hm? Don't you have that backwards?
MARCELLUS: Of course not.
ZIM: *to Fausta* Eh? What're those stick-papers covered in nonsense doing on your head?
FAUSTA: *sarcastically* They're the sign of evil, the mark of Dib, and I'm supposed to not lose
them.
DIB: ...Anyhoo, we must be moving about two hundred miles an hour! It's great!
FAUSTA: Actually, we're moving much faster than that, and if we somehow crash, most probably
due to our foes sabatoging this vehicle, we are VERY doomed.
MARCELLUS: That doesn't sound very pleasant. C'mon. This runner's absolutely perfectly safe!
DIB: There's so much going on down here! I mean, it's not as populated as our world, but the
Underworld's more lively than I thought it'd be! There're.. towns, I can see, and all sorts
of buildings! A good sign of a rich culture! There must be a large variety of people too!
The artificial lighting is rather sparse, but I'm guessing that the residents of the
Underworld have much more develpoed eyesight than us Humans.
FAUSTA: 'US HUMANS', Dib? I only see ONE Human around at the moment.
DIB: I'm making this recording for future explorers and fellow scientists to study. Shh!
FAUSTA: Whatever.
ZIM: *sigh* *a rustling can be heard as he unwraps an Irken sandwich* *lound munching and
chewing sounds can be heard*
DIB: Now, that's just the sound of the alien eating some kind of alien sandwich.
FAUSTA: 'Alien sandwich'?? You DO know how stupid that sounds, right?
DIB: ... ANYWAY, there's a fantastic view of magma. I mean, it's apparently, EVERYWHERE.
The bulidings and vehicles are somehow protected from the extreme heat though. It's actually
COOL in here, and we're zooming right on top of the molten rock! Marcellus, my researching
kindred spirit, would you mind telling us how this works?
MARCELLUS: Eh, magicks.
DIB: Haha! A good one, Marcellus! Really though. How--... You're serious?
MARCELLUS: Uh huh.
DIB: Umm... Okaaaay... The stuff here's protected by MAGICKS! Wow, um. ..Yeah. Well, uh, I
guess I'll switch this off for now. Gotta save the batteries! I'm gonna see a lot more once I
get off of this runner!
There's a click as the tape recorder goes off, and the fic returns to non-script form.
Dib latched his hands onto Marcellus's sleeve. He had a crazed look on his face. "Marcellus,
you HAVE to tell me all about this place when we get off! It's the discovery of the
millenium!!! It's the most amazing thing since buttered toast!!!!"
Everyone but Marcellus then flies several feet to the side as the underground runner lurched
to a sudden stope. Marcellus had been expecting the stop and was holding onto the handgrip
thingies above him.
"We've stopped?" asked Dib anxiously.
Marcellus nodded.
"Oh, YEAH!!!" Dib flicked his tape recorder back on. "Alright! The runner's finally stopped!
We're all leaving the vehicle--"
"Are you going to tell those future scientists and explorers EVERYTHING you do? If so, they'll
go into a coma from boredom, at listening to your blathering," said Fausta.
Dib ignored her, and just hoped she wasn't right.
"We're before a... MAGNIFICENT city!! The streets are dim and crowded with... HUMANS!! ..Or
Humanoids anyway. I shouldn't get so presumptuous."
Yep, there were valde Human-lookin' peeps around. Some ghostly (ghosts!?) pale, others onyx dark.
They were in different colors as well, their skin, hair, nails, feathers, et cetera-- from
lavender to blue to pink to green, and all them colors in between.
They wore flowing dresses, pieces of armor and chainmail, robes, capes, and more. However, the
clothing tended to be in either very deep and dark colors, or very light pastel ones. Dib
figured it was from some cultural difference.
The Human tourist could pick out some zombies, ghosts, yeti, Mer-people, and other strange
creatures. It was like the Dib had died and gone to a paranormal investigator heaven.
Diverse society indeed.
Zim twitched his antennae a bit, trying the catch the new scents and auras of the Underworld
peeps. "Actually, it seems a large number of them have the same Human STENCH as you do,
Dib-beast."
"WOW! HUMANS!? But why would some be living down here, while the rest live up above, with no
knowledge of aliens or magicks??" Dib questioned to no one in particular.
The loud, big-headed Human was beginning to get some stares.
Marcellus was busy answering Dib's question, but somehow Dib chose this moment to not be
listening, and just rambling on about how great this was.
Fausta was sweatdropping in nervousness. She did not appreciate the attention the Dib was
racking. "Shut-up, Dib-beast!! You want EVERYONE in subROMA to know we're from ...'above'??"
Dib still wasn't listening. ZIM was, however.
"...Is there some sort of horrible event that could occur with the inhabitants of this world
knowing we're from out of area?" he asked quietly.
"Well, yes. For one thing, with bunches of attention, it'll be easier for Tak and Tenn to find
you, while it'd be easier for Lil' to find ME! ALSO, a lot of the peeps in the Underworld don't
exactly LIKE Wings. ZIM, can you shut that Dib-chatterbox up!?" Fausta hissed.
"Of course, my feathery rival." Zim grinned. This'd be EASIER than he expected!
"THERE HE IS!! ZIIIIIIMMMM!!!!"
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pureVENOM: Eh. I'm cutting this chapter short. It was planned to be much longer, but this little
window came up and said that there's no more space or something.
Lesson of this Chapter: Um, Dib... has a tape recorder. (Yeah.. I'm feeling brain-tired.)
And I've discovered just how horrible it is to vacuum in sweltering heat. Eh, I said I'd
do it, though. So I did.
EEEE!! I'm so happy to see more reviewers!! I welcome all!! I welcome you all with a
another doomy chapter! And an insanely big smile! ^___________________^
----------------------------------------------------
Chapter Nineteen: Underworld DOOM Part1- Why me?
----------------------------------------------------
"Oh yeah!" Dib snatched up the several neon-colored sticky notes from the desk. "Notes
from today!" He slapped them onto Fausta's forehead. "Don't lose 'em!"
"Right," she mumbled.
Anyway, so the two travel on, outside, down and across the streets- here's a short scene
from one of the times.
**A RANDOM STREET SCENE--
'VRoooOOOoOOooMMM!!' go the cars, motorcycles, and trucks that zoom by, almost hitting
a gloomy-looking Fausta who wasn't paying attention to the road she was crossing.
She snapped her head up. "What the--!? HEY! HEY! YEAH, YOU BETTER RUN, HUUUUMAN!!!" she
shouted angrily to the now out-of-sight car.
Dib slapped his face. Then, he headed to the big pole-thingies at the side of the road,
and pressed the 'I want to cross the street' button.
"Look, I already told you, you have to press the button, and watch the roa--"
But he realized Fausta wasn't paying attention.
"HEY! STOP! I command yaz to stop now!! People CROSSING HERE!! PEOPLE FIRST!! HEY!
C'MON!" she shouted at the stream of cars.
*later on--
The two finally reach the secret entrance in the Center City Park.
"FINALLY! The secret entrance in Center City Park!" cried an exasperated Dib.
"Oh sure, just let EVERYBODY know," grumbled Fausta.
"There's NO ONE here!" Dib screeched. He was very tired of his grumpy company.
"Yess. That's what they WANT you to think." Zim popped out from a nearby tree branch.
Fausta was looking very nervous, the Irken could tell. What was wrong with the Wing?
Where was that usual stew-pid confidence and illogical glee?
Eh. What did it matter? The more unhappy SHE was, the happier HE would be.
"Well, lady first, I guess," said Dib, gesturing toward the seeecret entrance to
Marcellus's lab.
Fausta scowled, opened the seeecret door, and entered. "As if you'd ever consider me
a 'LADY'."
"Good point."
Zim blinked as he was left alone. Gasp! They didn't even QUESTION his being here!?
"...Hey! Don't you two ignore ZIIIIM!!!!"
So anyhoo, the three approach Marcellus, who's rubbing his ringed eyes, yawning,
and watching a computer screen boredly.
"Salve, Marcellus," said Fausta with a falsely happy voice. "Quid agis? Potesne ducere
subROMAM hodie?" ('Greetings, Marcellus. How are you? Are you able to take us to subROMA
today?' something like that.)
Marcellus blinked sleepily. "Huh?? Uh, sure, yeah, Fausta." He stood up slowly,
stretched, and brushed off his robes. They were pretty new, and were already covered in a
thin layer of dust, from his sedentary-ness.
"Hm, just let me get my map..." He turned to a comically humongous and messy pile of
papers a few feet away.
The trio immediately were overcome by disappointment. How long would it take for the
Obsidian to find the right map in that mountain of pages??
Marcellus shoved his arm into the heap, all the way up to the shoulder, and after a few
moments, pulled out..... the map to and of subROMA!!
"See the advantages of being organized, kids?" he asked. No one could tell if he was
joking or not, though.
"What's been up, Marcellus?" asked a cheery Dib.
"Nothing much..." replied the sleep-less researcher. "Oh except... A little while ago, a
rather scary young lady whom I believe to be actually an Irken in an extremely good
disguise-- for an Irken anyway---"
Zim, his wig and eye-lenses off, twitched his antennae at that 'for an Irken' comment.
"who's plotting out the destruction of our worlds with a SIR who's also EXTREMELY well
disguised-- for an Irken-originated item anyway---"
"Would you PLEEEZ desist your putting down of the Irken race, my good Wing?" Zim grudgingly
asked of Marcellus.
"Yeah, sure. In anycase, an Irken woman and her SIR headed off to subROMA. ANOTHER Irken
woman, whom I believe is CRAAAAZY headed off after them. Styx, was she CRAZY, And people
say I need help! Oy!"
"Is it just me, or does it seem your enemies are a step ahead of you, Zim?" questioned
Dib, smirking.
Zim narrowed his crimson eyes. "Silence, Dib-worm! My enemies are NOTHING!! They shall
soon be DOOMed from the wrath of ZIM!! I am FAR too uh... GREAT to--"
"Right, Zim," growled Fausta. "Marcellus, do continue. Did anyone else run off towards
subROMA??"
"Nope."
"Good."
"Oh, wait! Yeah, one MORE person! I can't believe she's back already! She's MONTHS ahead
of schedule!" responded Marcellus.
"Huh... Months ahead...? It's NOT..." began a freaked out Fausta.
"Yeah, Ferona's back!! Or 'LILITH' as you youngsters like to call her."
"Oh, Styx!! By the heads of Cerberus!!" The Onyx Wing ran back, to a small arsenal. "I DON'T
need to be here!! I am SO gone!!" She pawed about at all sorts of different bucklers, blades,
and explosives.
"Hey, a deal's a deal," said Dib, all too excited about venturing into the lands of Earth
so unknown.
"I know. I hate you Dib." The young Wing turned around to reveal a moose's worth of weaponry.
(Heh, I really dunno just how much that is.)
"Well, let us forge on, then!" announced Zim. "To new disgusting Earthen frontiers!"
Fausta, decked out in a valde weighty medieval-lookin' helmet three sizes too big, a small
buckler on either arms, pockets stuffed full of knives and winged grenades, and dragging
a heavy mace behind her, couldn't help but feel her two rivals seemed WAY too happy.
* A few minutes later
Dib had a tape recorder in hand, and was talking excitely. Recording, he found, was a much
faster way to take note of things.
"Wow, I can't believe I'm really traveling in an underground tunnel in an underground
vehicle, right here in underground Earth!"
Well, let's fast forward, and listen to the tape, in a nice script form. Because, I am lazy.
DIB: Wow, I can't believe I'm really traveling in an underground tunnel in an underground
vehicle, right here in underground Earth!"
FAUSTA: *irritated* How many more times must we listen to you say 'underground'??
MARCELLUS: No bickering, now, kids. This is obviously a very traumatizing situation for the
Human, while it's very exciting for you, Fausta.
ZIM: Hm? Don't you have that backwards?
MARCELLUS: Of course not.
ZIM: *to Fausta* Eh? What're those stick-papers covered in nonsense doing on your head?
FAUSTA: *sarcastically* They're the sign of evil, the mark of Dib, and I'm supposed to not lose
them.
DIB: ...Anyhoo, we must be moving about two hundred miles an hour! It's great!
FAUSTA: Actually, we're moving much faster than that, and if we somehow crash, most probably
due to our foes sabatoging this vehicle, we are VERY doomed.
MARCELLUS: That doesn't sound very pleasant. C'mon. This runner's absolutely perfectly safe!
DIB: There's so much going on down here! I mean, it's not as populated as our world, but the
Underworld's more lively than I thought it'd be! There're.. towns, I can see, and all sorts
of buildings! A good sign of a rich culture! There must be a large variety of people too!
The artificial lighting is rather sparse, but I'm guessing that the residents of the
Underworld have much more develpoed eyesight than us Humans.
FAUSTA: 'US HUMANS', Dib? I only see ONE Human around at the moment.
DIB: I'm making this recording for future explorers and fellow scientists to study. Shh!
FAUSTA: Whatever.
ZIM: *sigh* *a rustling can be heard as he unwraps an Irken sandwich* *lound munching and
chewing sounds can be heard*
DIB: Now, that's just the sound of the alien eating some kind of alien sandwich.
FAUSTA: 'Alien sandwich'?? You DO know how stupid that sounds, right?
DIB: ... ANYWAY, there's a fantastic view of magma. I mean, it's apparently, EVERYWHERE.
The bulidings and vehicles are somehow protected from the extreme heat though. It's actually
COOL in here, and we're zooming right on top of the molten rock! Marcellus, my researching
kindred spirit, would you mind telling us how this works?
MARCELLUS: Eh, magicks.
DIB: Haha! A good one, Marcellus! Really though. How--... You're serious?
MARCELLUS: Uh huh.
DIB: Umm... Okaaaay... The stuff here's protected by MAGICKS! Wow, um. ..Yeah. Well, uh, I
guess I'll switch this off for now. Gotta save the batteries! I'm gonna see a lot more once I
get off of this runner!
There's a click as the tape recorder goes off, and the fic returns to non-script form.
Dib latched his hands onto Marcellus's sleeve. He had a crazed look on his face. "Marcellus,
you HAVE to tell me all about this place when we get off! It's the discovery of the
millenium!!! It's the most amazing thing since buttered toast!!!!"
Everyone but Marcellus then flies several feet to the side as the underground runner lurched
to a sudden stope. Marcellus had been expecting the stop and was holding onto the handgrip
thingies above him.
"We've stopped?" asked Dib anxiously.
Marcellus nodded.
"Oh, YEAH!!!" Dib flicked his tape recorder back on. "Alright! The runner's finally stopped!
We're all leaving the vehicle--"
"Are you going to tell those future scientists and explorers EVERYTHING you do? If so, they'll
go into a coma from boredom, at listening to your blathering," said Fausta.
Dib ignored her, and just hoped she wasn't right.
"We're before a... MAGNIFICENT city!! The streets are dim and crowded with... HUMANS!! ..Or
Humanoids anyway. I shouldn't get so presumptuous."
Yep, there were valde Human-lookin' peeps around. Some ghostly (ghosts!?) pale, others onyx dark.
They were in different colors as well, their skin, hair, nails, feathers, et cetera-- from
lavender to blue to pink to green, and all them colors in between.
They wore flowing dresses, pieces of armor and chainmail, robes, capes, and more. However, the
clothing tended to be in either very deep and dark colors, or very light pastel ones. Dib
figured it was from some cultural difference.
The Human tourist could pick out some zombies, ghosts, yeti, Mer-people, and other strange
creatures. It was like the Dib had died and gone to a paranormal investigator heaven.
Diverse society indeed.
Zim twitched his antennae a bit, trying the catch the new scents and auras of the Underworld
peeps. "Actually, it seems a large number of them have the same Human STENCH as you do,
Dib-beast."
"WOW! HUMANS!? But why would some be living down here, while the rest live up above, with no
knowledge of aliens or magicks??" Dib questioned to no one in particular.
The loud, big-headed Human was beginning to get some stares.
Marcellus was busy answering Dib's question, but somehow Dib chose this moment to not be
listening, and just rambling on about how great this was.
Fausta was sweatdropping in nervousness. She did not appreciate the attention the Dib was
racking. "Shut-up, Dib-beast!! You want EVERYONE in subROMA to know we're from ...'above'??"
Dib still wasn't listening. ZIM was, however.
"...Is there some sort of horrible event that could occur with the inhabitants of this world
knowing we're from out of area?" he asked quietly.
"Well, yes. For one thing, with bunches of attention, it'll be easier for Tak and Tenn to find
you, while it'd be easier for Lil' to find ME! ALSO, a lot of the peeps in the Underworld don't
exactly LIKE Wings. ZIM, can you shut that Dib-chatterbox up!?" Fausta hissed.
"Of course, my feathery rival." Zim grinned. This'd be EASIER than he expected!
"THERE HE IS!! ZIIIIIIMMMM!!!!"
--------------------------------
pureVENOM: Eh. I'm cutting this chapter short. It was planned to be much longer, but this little
window came up and said that there's no more space or something.
Lesson of this Chapter: Um, Dib... has a tape recorder. (Yeah.. I'm feeling brain-tired.)