pureVENOM: Ooooooh!! I gots a new RPG!! Star Ocean 2!!! It's SO kewl!! Mwa hah!! I SOOOO love my
Dias!! And Leon is SOOO cyuutte!! EEE!! My blue-haired meanie, and my kitty-eared brat!
Oh, and the 'stick a straw in Fausta's face, and suck her head dry' is something from my valde
funny friend. It from an English assignment, and she decided to write about how much she loves
hating me. Wonderful, no?
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Chapter Twenty-one: Prophecies o' DOOM
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The students at hi skool were VERY excited. And with their excitement, was much noise. Their
second year of highschool is nearly over, and--
"WHOOO!!! WHEN SKOOL'S OUT, I'M GONNA GO CRAZY!! HAHAHAHA!!! BLARGH!!" screeches some random guy.
"Then aren't you a little early?" mumbles Dib as he stalked by.
The Human was glad that the skool year was almost out. He'd have lots more time to deal with the
ALIENS. But, he was all gloomy and stuff since he'd lost all his notes on the Underworld, ZIM
was still scheming around, and he hadn't stopped anyone.
As the Dib walked by, he caught glimpses of his rivals.
There was Tak, sitting upon some hapless student's locker, looking very irritable. The owner of
the locker could do nothing to get the scowling girl off of her locker.
Zim ran by, with a triumphant look, lugging along a black backpack. He made a victory-sound--
that 'NNGH!!' sound.
Fausta, with a tired frown, chased after him, shouting something about her backpack and work.
For being enemies, they sure were interesting, and sometimes had er... pleasant conversations. If
they weren't evil, power-hungry, sneaky things, they all might be good friends.
Dib thought about what he was thinking about. He snorted. Man, did he need some coffee.
Dib reached his locker, opened it, and put away his science book-- entitled 'Science, Scientists,
and All That Jazz'.
Then he headed for the cafeteria. He decided not to eat anything though, as today's food was a
surprise day, and he'd heard from a frightened teacher that it was called something like 'Floopy
Stew'. Probably a concotion of last week's special and leftover mashed potatoes. Ick.
Dib didn't understand why he had to go to such a lousy skool when his dad was so rich and famous.
Oh well. It all worked out anyway, since he could keep watch over 'everyone'. The ALIENS.
** Somewhere else
A stern voice of a Wing rings out in an emptying hallway.
"IRKEN!! Release my backpack!! It contains nothing of use to morons like you!!" cried the
pursuing Onyx Wing.
Zim shook the pack as he ran, listening to the clanging inside. "I don't believe you, Wing-
beast!! And who is the TRUE moron!? How about the Wing without her back-pouch!?"
"It's backPACK! Gah!! My stuuuuuff!!" continued the Wing.
"Ahahahaha!!!"
** Somewhere ELSE
Tak hadn't been able to find MeMi's AI parts. She didn't have any spares either, thanks to other
encounters with her foes. Until she got a new one, MeMi was as good as dead. In a robot sort of
way. Why was her SIR so prone to DOOM?
** Cafeteria
Gaz wrinkled her round face in disgust, not taking her eyes off of her game screen, as her big
brother sat down beside her.
"Why do you always have to sit here? It stinks enough in this room already."
"Gaz, I-- Hey! I don't smell!" Dib retorted.
"Well, you DO have a nose. And maybe if your hair were a bit shorter."
Dib became silent. His sister had a way of shutting him up. A strange girl.
"Why do you have to be you?" Gaz added shortly.
"..."
"........"
"..."
"....Hey, I heard ALL of your geometry class is being forced to participate in some freak talent
show on the last day of skool."
"What?" Dib asked, confused. "No we're not."
"And that there's going to be a Skool reunion the day after. Wouldn't be nice to see Miss Bitters
again? Your geometry teacher is going to force you all to go. Heh." Gaz smirked.
"You know, where ever you're hearing those things, it's not true," Dib replied.
"An unwelcome 'FRIEND' is going to appear later this month, Dib. You'll have fun with him. He's
going to be a lot SMARTER than Zim, though."
The Dib got a thinking look on his face. "...Gaz..?"
"And I also heard that a spooky poltergeist is going to haunt you and your stupid friends. Heh,
you'll have a great summer."
O.O Dib froze. "Where... ..DID you hear these things, anyway, Gaz?" continued the Dib.
No response. Gaz continued to play her game silently, frowning.
**In a random hallway
Zim had managed to get rather far away from Fausta and zip open her backpack.
"Eh..?!? What is THIS??"
He picked up some very old, heavy books, and a tarnished silver mirror. Much biology and mathish
paper works spill out from the open backpack onto the ground.
"ARGGGHH!!! My STUUUUUFF!! ZIM, you'll PAYYYY!!" growled the exasperated Wing.
"Heh, I suppose they won't be late fees?" murmured Zim, old memories resurfacing.
(FBI Warning of DOOM. "You'll paaaaayyy.... LATE FEES!!" Gasp! The horror!)
The Onyx Wing collapses and begins to grab all her works. "Zim, do NOT mess with those things!
They're very old and delicate!!"
Zim does not immediately respond, but the sound of ripping pages and breaking glass is heard.
Fausta cringes. "...Zim... Did you just BREAK something...?"
"Huh!" The haughty Irken replied. "ZIM did NUUUUTHING of the sort!! These cheap Earth-things fell
to pieces on their own!"
Eye twitch.
"Those're very important stuffs!!" she complained.
"What's IMPORTANT about shattered glass and torn, mildewed pages?" Zim scoffed.
"The mirror was NOT shattered until YOU touched it, and it can show me... hm.." Fausta got a
thoughtful look.
"It showed if there're HALLOWEENIES around."
"UH!!" O_O "HALLOWEENIES!?!"
"Yep! And the books have all sorts of info on them, too." ^.^ "But I guess I can just put all
these back together... It'll take quite a while since I still have no access to my home and
tools..." continued the Wing, feeling very sneaky.
"Ah.. ah.. No NEED! ZIM shall repair these ...INFERIOR items for you!!" the Irken announced,
knowing that it would very well benefit him as well.
"Hm.. oh... wellllll.... Alright, Zim." ^___^ 'Irkens're SUCH idiots' (No offense to the
sneaky-smart Rogue-Irken-beast!), thought the Wing, giggling mentally. (Nota Bene: Heh, I guess
you can take 'mentally' as 'crazilly' or 'in her mind'. They're both valid definitions. Hehe.)
(Wow, this paragraph is getting VERY complicated.)
**Iunilla's laboratory in the Underworld
"Everyone thinks the year 2G
is so scary, let's wait and see,
the world'll shut down, most will quit,
people go crazy, people catch fits--" Iunilla was cheerily singing her favorite song
(End of the Century, in Dance Dance Revolution 3) while organizing some evidence she'd found
around the scene of the Wing-attack.
The Underworld is such a nice place to get research material, the necromaster thought happily.
A sharp clicking of talons against a stony ground announced the entry of daemon Aula!
"What'cha doin', 'Nilla??" she asked. "Besides singing that weird Human song."
"Hey, you're talking to a Human right now, you know," came Iunilla's reply.
"Yeah, but you're different. You're SPECIAL."
"Wow, I am so honored," she responded sarcastically. She added the next part sincerely though.
"And I feel like having a smore. That must be the best Overworld-originated food EVER. A smore--
it consists of toasty marshmallow, and a piece of chocolate, squashed between slices of grahm
crackers. An edible of complete perfection..." (This's making me wanna eat a smore. @_@;;)
"Yep!" agreed the scaly, lavender friend. "THEM'S good eatin'!!"
"How can you even think of EATING ...with all that.... STUFF here??" asked a new voice. A friend
of Iunilla and Aula. A shapeshifter with fire-red, spiky hair, and wrapped up in a stylish grey
and white straitjacket with flailing belts and buckles. He was dangling over some chains hooked
about the laboratory ceiling.
(Quite a spooky-lookin' guy. I enjoy drawing him.)
"What stuff?" asked Iunilla innocently.
Insanus, the straitjacket-wearing shapeshifter, grimaced, and pointed his chin over to the desk
where Iunilla and Aula stood. The one covered with charred skulls and rib bones, and spooky
'Halloweenie' (zombie) flesh. The one that smelled of rotty meat and creepy potions.
Insanus's greenish face turned even greener.
"Aw, you're just not used to the stuff yet, dearie," Iunilla replied with a smirk. "It's not
that bad."
Insanus just continued looking sick. "Whatever. But what are you doing with those old bones?"
"Indentifying crispy-dead peeps."
"Uh huh." Insanus's uneasy look subsided a bit. "This that Wing-killing incident the other day?"
"Of course! Only the the most important and toughest jobs for the almighty Iunilla!" declared
the necromaster's bestest friend. (Eww, I always picture Keef when I see the word 'bestest' now.
I've been scarred!! AHHHH!!)
Iunilla concentrated on a burnt and shattered skull, which she'd just pieced back together,
willing its former face to return.
"Ah, this part's so tiring," 'Nilla commented.
Insanus decided to cover his eyes. "Argh, I don't wanna watch this."
Anyway, in a few moments, slivers of muscle and veins start to appear upon the crispy skull.
They race around the head-bone, covering it entirely. Lots of icky blood-stuff begins to puddle
around the skull, as it opens its seemingly grinning jaws in a silent scream.
Good thing Insanus's covering his eyes. Oh wait, he's uncovering them.
"Ohh..., I'm going to be sick... Yeah, I'm gonna be sick..." The shapeshifter swiftly morphed
into a crimson serpent, dropped to the ground, and hurried/slithered away to be sick.
Aula grinned and swished her tail, tickled by humor. "Poor Insanus."
Silver eyes form in the empty sockets, and skin flows over the facial tissue. A soft, rainbowish
stream of hair sprout.
Iunilla stops, her work complete. "Aula, isn't this that aeromancer who fumed at me one day for
working at the Wing Cloning Factory?"
"Mmmmmmyep. Not too many mancers with silver eyes. Creepy!" chirped the daemon. "I feel bad for
the Wing, though!" Aula tilted her head towards a pile of bones mixed with metal pieces that were
once various bodily implants.
"I'll bet she didn't stand a chance against a mancer! Whoo! But she went out with a BANG anyway!"
The daemon looked back to the face, which rolled its eyes about at Iunilla and Aula accusingly.
"Heh, this mancer definitely deserves this," she commented, putting on a spare pair of goggles.
The necromaster nodded, took some notes, and began to identify the skull/face of one of the
attacker's comrades.
Meanwhile, the head of the aeromancer began to dry and crumble into bits, head-fluid streaming.
Then, it went..... BOOM!!!
The mini-explosion of the head made the two ladies in the room sway on their feet slightly.
Aula giggled and wiped some slime off of her shoulder armor. "Styx, I NEVER get tired of those
explosions!"
"Glad you're enjoying yourself, dearie," replied her bestest friend.
**Hi Skool Cafeteria
Dib was waiting for the last minutes of lunch to tick by, while lightly studying for an upcoming
biology test on avian creatures. He was scanning a page of birds' flight feathers when he felt a
prickling at the back of his neck. That sort of sixth sense, when someone's watching you.
The Human spun 'round and cried out in surprise, then fell off the cafeteria bench.
"Ow! Who're you!? And why are you right behind me??"
A green-haired teenage girl wearing olive-green robery, and a strangely familiar chain with
metallic pendants stepped backwards in surprise. "Uh, I'm sorry. But you seem... kinda like I've
met you before,... and.. that book..."
She traced along the picture of the primary flight feathers with the tip of a finger.
"This picture makes me feel so sad..."
Dib decided this stranger was a strange and suspicious person. A thought came to mind. Could
the spirit of that Lil Wing-- could this weirdo be her??
Nah... Lil's ghost'd be totally violent! And she didn't even LOOK like a ghost.
"What's wrong with it?"
"I can't fly," was the short response.
"Well, Humans don't have the appendages or corporal ability to fly. They're just not meant for
the sky. But I suppose planes, rockets, and jetpacks sort of overrule that, huh?" Dib thought
aloud.
"..Yeah..."
Dib smile inwardly. NO ONE comes to talk to the 'freaks'. It felt kinda nice.
"So, what's your name? I'm Dib." He held out his hand.
The girl looked at his outreached hand warily. "..."
"What..do you think I LOOK like?"
"Huh?" The Dib was confused.
"What does it look like my name would be??" the girl answered.
Dib scratched his head. "Eh... Heh, wow, um... ...Domina... or maybe Dea...?"
"Call me Dea, then. What a guess, hm, Dib?"
Dib thought that was rather bizarre, but shook it off. "I've never seen you in school before.
Are you new?"
"Um, yeah."
"But the school year's almost over. Isn't it sort of weird to change schools at the end of the
year?" Dib questioned.
"Anytime is a good time for a change for the better," 'Dea' replied.
The Human nodded. "Yeah, good point. But there's nothing great about this place."
"Ah, but there're good and bad points to everything! You just need to find one!"
Dib snorted. "You remind me of a fortune cookie."
"Hm... Is that a bad thing?" Dea sat down between the Dib and Gaz, who was searching the game
for a save point, since the end of lunch was so close by.
"Well, no actually. It's encouraging. My life's just been one big failure, and eveyone's always
so cruel to me." Dib waved a hand dismissively and sighed.
"Oh, a big-headed nice boy like you shouldn't act so depressed. It's sad to see."
"Yeah?"
**Outside on the skool track
Everyone was busy stretching before they'd start running. Otherwise, they'd get all sore and
all that bad stuff. Weight training was some tough stuff.
Fausta was puzzled by the strangest expression on the Dib-Human's visage.
Zim obviously noticed it too, because he was scowling and glaring sharpened daggers at the Human,
but the Dib seemed not to even notice!
All the students sped off at the instructor's signal, and ran and ran, trying to keep up a good
speed while conserving energy for the laps.
Dib noticed a spot of pastel green in the distance. It was Dea, walking off somewhere. She
suddenly turned however, and Dib smiled and waved at her.
Dea waved back.
Fausta used her optical advancedness to look at the stranger carefully. Zim did the same with his
optical implants. This was a strange stranger.
The Wing noted the necklace around the girl's neck. The deep grey metal pendant that read 'STL'.
"Steel! GRAGH! It be Lil's necklace!! NOOOO!! SHE'S BACK!!"
Fausta tripped over her feet clumsily, absorbed in her shock. She crashed into Zim's back, and
her huge black wings slapped at Dib, who was running beside her.
There were many cries of pain from the trio, and the other students made freak comments.
The Onyx Wing grabbed Dib's PE uniform collar and shook him.
"YOU!! THAT freaky person up there is LILITH!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!?? You're gonna get me
KILLED!! What did I ever do to you!? Besides almost succeed in conquering your planet, making
death threats to you, and occasionally helping your old rival!?!"
Dib frowned. "Wow, thanks for reminding me. But Dea is NOT a ghost."
"She is TO!! Look! Look at her necklace!! It's the medal that reads out a mercenary's ranking!
STEEL!!! You FOOL!!!" Fausta hissed.
Dib got up and dusted himself free of the reddish dirt of the running track. "You're just
paranoid. For all we know, it could be her grandmother's initials or something. Dea's NICE,
unlike you ALIENS."
"I'm NOT an ali--"
"The Wing-beast is right, you know," interrupted the Irken. "Who knows WHAT the Halloweenie will
do to us!! She's most likely after our sweet, sweet, living flesh!! MY superior flesh in
particular!"
"Psh! Zim, Fausta, look. She WALKS, and she doesn't go through things. You two're probably up
to something," replied Dib.
"NOOO!! She's a more advanced kind of ghost! She's a poltergeist!! She can touch things in our
world as she wants. And she's USING you to get to MEEE!!! I am SO DOOMED!!!" wailed the Wing. "I
can't BELIEVE it!! She ruined MY life in HER life, and now she's continuing to ruin my life in
her AFTERLIFE!?! Whyyyyy is this so unfairrrrr???"
Fausta shook her head sadly.
"I just wanted to conquer a few dozen planets and become a great Wing... Is that too much to ask
for...!?!?!"
Dib rose a dark brow, and turned to wave bye to Dea, but she was gone. He shrugged and kept
running.
The two non-Humans watched the Dib run of nervously.
"That DIB-Human will be the end of us all!" growled Zim.
"Hey!! Get moving, you two!!" barked the teacher, becoming annoyed by the two's un-movingness.
Zim saluted smartly, and continued running.
Fausta groaned, sure of an upcoming doom. "Stupid Dib-Human..." She began to run.
She didn't want to be killed by some dead Wing who'd sent her living so much of her very first,
and perhaps only mission in fear, when she couldn't even enter her own home base! Fausta didn't
want to become a spooky 'Halloweenie'!! Or, what if she COULDN'T become a Halloweenie??
Why was SHE so DOOMed...??
Why not the cretin Dib, or alien Zim, or grumpy Tak, or freaky Tenn?
Of course, Fausta, in her own spookish predicament, didn't acknowledge the four others' doomful
lives.
The sad, lonely life of Human visionary Dib, whom everyone including his own genius father,
deemed insane. Picked on by classmates, and fighting a war single-handedly against not
one, not two, but THREE invaders now, and getting absolutely nowhere. Five years of Zim and
Tak... His scary sister wasn't very helpful most times, and even his fellow Swollen Eyeballs
continued to ignore his claims.
How about Zim's life? An enthusiastic, haughty, and hard-working invader, CRUSHED (say it
Membrane-style! Bad Bad Rubber Piggy!) when he discovered the truth behind his mission on Earth.
A truth that Tak had tried to convince Zim into five years ago. Dib always on his tail, stopping
his plans, and out for his SUPERIOR blood. And Tak and now FAUSTA trying to steal HIS planet. His
filthy planet of DIRT. It was his...
The Onyx Wing knew nothing of Tak's or Tenn's past, but they, nonetheless had unhappy and doomful
ones.
Tak, a fantastical soldier had her future and entire life crumbled to dust with Zim's idiocy and
hunger for sweet SNACKS. Snaaaacks! The strange duo of Zim and Dib never failed to stop her
incredible schemes, and now, she sat at her Earthen base, wondering when her old SIR's new AI
chip would arrive.
Tenn, a good soldier as well, had her life ruined too. But actually NOT by Zim. Still, as she
could trace her problems to the Vorten packaging planet, and see that their packages were
switched, she refused to believe anything besides the untrue fact that ZIM had the packages
switched. Tenn was beyond consolation or help. She was officially insane. Criminally insane,
even. She was violent and utterly alone.
It's interesting to look upon this cast of characters, and see thier similarities, is it not? All
five are more or less alone, and tied together on this planet by their sheer stubborness. Hm,
and they have some SEVERE grudges against Zim. Heh, poor little Irken o' mine.
And now, this is a very exhausted narrator, signing off for the chapter. Good night!
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pureVENOM: Oh wow, I am tired. Bleh... Heh. So, I guess this chapter went okay. Eh..
I couldn't think of any new nifty name for the mysterious strange stranger girl, so I do what I
usually do now-- I grabbed a random Latin word. 'Dea' means 'goddess'. And it's a pretty name,
no?
Cogito lingua Latina vivit. (I think the language Latin lives.) ^.^ Naw, actually, it's pretty
dead, I'm sad to say.
The Lesson of this Chapter: Four different people who think they're nothing alike, can very well
be valde alike. Oh, and Dea sounds like a fortune cookie.
And now, the traditional suspense building questions!:
Are Dib and Dea becoming friends? (O.O;;;)
Will Gaz's creepy predictions come true? (Spooky...)
Is Dea really the spooky spirit of Lil, unwilling to die? (Oooh...)
Will ever Fausta get over her fear of the dead Wing Mercenary? (Like a moose, she will.)
Will the author ever come up with kewler fancharacter names? (What? Hey!)
Will the author ever beat Fatal Frame? (NOOOOO!!! Fatal Frame's too scary to play alone!!)
Can she start asking more questions about her fic? (Fic!!! Fic, fic, fic!)
Dias!! And Leon is SOOO cyuutte!! EEE!! My blue-haired meanie, and my kitty-eared brat!
Oh, and the 'stick a straw in Fausta's face, and suck her head dry' is something from my valde
funny friend. It from an English assignment, and she decided to write about how much she loves
hating me. Wonderful, no?
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Chapter Twenty-one: Prophecies o' DOOM
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The students at hi skool were VERY excited. And with their excitement, was much noise. Their
second year of highschool is nearly over, and--
"WHOOO!!! WHEN SKOOL'S OUT, I'M GONNA GO CRAZY!! HAHAHAHA!!! BLARGH!!" screeches some random guy.
"Then aren't you a little early?" mumbles Dib as he stalked by.
The Human was glad that the skool year was almost out. He'd have lots more time to deal with the
ALIENS. But, he was all gloomy and stuff since he'd lost all his notes on the Underworld, ZIM
was still scheming around, and he hadn't stopped anyone.
As the Dib walked by, he caught glimpses of his rivals.
There was Tak, sitting upon some hapless student's locker, looking very irritable. The owner of
the locker could do nothing to get the scowling girl off of her locker.
Zim ran by, with a triumphant look, lugging along a black backpack. He made a victory-sound--
that 'NNGH!!' sound.
Fausta, with a tired frown, chased after him, shouting something about her backpack and work.
For being enemies, they sure were interesting, and sometimes had er... pleasant conversations. If
they weren't evil, power-hungry, sneaky things, they all might be good friends.
Dib thought about what he was thinking about. He snorted. Man, did he need some coffee.
Dib reached his locker, opened it, and put away his science book-- entitled 'Science, Scientists,
and All That Jazz'.
Then he headed for the cafeteria. He decided not to eat anything though, as today's food was a
surprise day, and he'd heard from a frightened teacher that it was called something like 'Floopy
Stew'. Probably a concotion of last week's special and leftover mashed potatoes. Ick.
Dib didn't understand why he had to go to such a lousy skool when his dad was so rich and famous.
Oh well. It all worked out anyway, since he could keep watch over 'everyone'. The ALIENS.
** Somewhere else
A stern voice of a Wing rings out in an emptying hallway.
"IRKEN!! Release my backpack!! It contains nothing of use to morons like you!!" cried the
pursuing Onyx Wing.
Zim shook the pack as he ran, listening to the clanging inside. "I don't believe you, Wing-
beast!! And who is the TRUE moron!? How about the Wing without her back-pouch!?"
"It's backPACK! Gah!! My stuuuuuff!!" continued the Wing.
"Ahahahaha!!!"
** Somewhere ELSE
Tak hadn't been able to find MeMi's AI parts. She didn't have any spares either, thanks to other
encounters with her foes. Until she got a new one, MeMi was as good as dead. In a robot sort of
way. Why was her SIR so prone to DOOM?
** Cafeteria
Gaz wrinkled her round face in disgust, not taking her eyes off of her game screen, as her big
brother sat down beside her.
"Why do you always have to sit here? It stinks enough in this room already."
"Gaz, I-- Hey! I don't smell!" Dib retorted.
"Well, you DO have a nose. And maybe if your hair were a bit shorter."
Dib became silent. His sister had a way of shutting him up. A strange girl.
"Why do you have to be you?" Gaz added shortly.
"..."
"........"
"..."
"....Hey, I heard ALL of your geometry class is being forced to participate in some freak talent
show on the last day of skool."
"What?" Dib asked, confused. "No we're not."
"And that there's going to be a Skool reunion the day after. Wouldn't be nice to see Miss Bitters
again? Your geometry teacher is going to force you all to go. Heh." Gaz smirked.
"You know, where ever you're hearing those things, it's not true," Dib replied.
"An unwelcome 'FRIEND' is going to appear later this month, Dib. You'll have fun with him. He's
going to be a lot SMARTER than Zim, though."
The Dib got a thinking look on his face. "...Gaz..?"
"And I also heard that a spooky poltergeist is going to haunt you and your stupid friends. Heh,
you'll have a great summer."
O.O Dib froze. "Where... ..DID you hear these things, anyway, Gaz?" continued the Dib.
No response. Gaz continued to play her game silently, frowning.
**In a random hallway
Zim had managed to get rather far away from Fausta and zip open her backpack.
"Eh..?!? What is THIS??"
He picked up some very old, heavy books, and a tarnished silver mirror. Much biology and mathish
paper works spill out from the open backpack onto the ground.
"ARGGGHH!!! My STUUUUUFF!! ZIM, you'll PAYYYY!!" growled the exasperated Wing.
"Heh, I suppose they won't be late fees?" murmured Zim, old memories resurfacing.
(FBI Warning of DOOM. "You'll paaaaayyy.... LATE FEES!!" Gasp! The horror!)
The Onyx Wing collapses and begins to grab all her works. "Zim, do NOT mess with those things!
They're very old and delicate!!"
Zim does not immediately respond, but the sound of ripping pages and breaking glass is heard.
Fausta cringes. "...Zim... Did you just BREAK something...?"
"Huh!" The haughty Irken replied. "ZIM did NUUUUTHING of the sort!! These cheap Earth-things fell
to pieces on their own!"
Eye twitch.
"Those're very important stuffs!!" she complained.
"What's IMPORTANT about shattered glass and torn, mildewed pages?" Zim scoffed.
"The mirror was NOT shattered until YOU touched it, and it can show me... hm.." Fausta got a
thoughtful look.
"It showed if there're HALLOWEENIES around."
"UH!!" O_O "HALLOWEENIES!?!"
"Yep! And the books have all sorts of info on them, too." ^.^ "But I guess I can just put all
these back together... It'll take quite a while since I still have no access to my home and
tools..." continued the Wing, feeling very sneaky.
"Ah.. ah.. No NEED! ZIM shall repair these ...INFERIOR items for you!!" the Irken announced,
knowing that it would very well benefit him as well.
"Hm.. oh... wellllll.... Alright, Zim." ^___^ 'Irkens're SUCH idiots' (No offense to the
sneaky-smart Rogue-Irken-beast!), thought the Wing, giggling mentally. (Nota Bene: Heh, I guess
you can take 'mentally' as 'crazilly' or 'in her mind'. They're both valid definitions. Hehe.)
(Wow, this paragraph is getting VERY complicated.)
**Iunilla's laboratory in the Underworld
"Everyone thinks the year 2G
is so scary, let's wait and see,
the world'll shut down, most will quit,
people go crazy, people catch fits--" Iunilla was cheerily singing her favorite song
(End of the Century, in Dance Dance Revolution 3) while organizing some evidence she'd found
around the scene of the Wing-attack.
The Underworld is such a nice place to get research material, the necromaster thought happily.
A sharp clicking of talons against a stony ground announced the entry of daemon Aula!
"What'cha doin', 'Nilla??" she asked. "Besides singing that weird Human song."
"Hey, you're talking to a Human right now, you know," came Iunilla's reply.
"Yeah, but you're different. You're SPECIAL."
"Wow, I am so honored," she responded sarcastically. She added the next part sincerely though.
"And I feel like having a smore. That must be the best Overworld-originated food EVER. A smore--
it consists of toasty marshmallow, and a piece of chocolate, squashed between slices of grahm
crackers. An edible of complete perfection..." (This's making me wanna eat a smore. @_@;;)
"Yep!" agreed the scaly, lavender friend. "THEM'S good eatin'!!"
"How can you even think of EATING ...with all that.... STUFF here??" asked a new voice. A friend
of Iunilla and Aula. A shapeshifter with fire-red, spiky hair, and wrapped up in a stylish grey
and white straitjacket with flailing belts and buckles. He was dangling over some chains hooked
about the laboratory ceiling.
(Quite a spooky-lookin' guy. I enjoy drawing him.)
"What stuff?" asked Iunilla innocently.
Insanus, the straitjacket-wearing shapeshifter, grimaced, and pointed his chin over to the desk
where Iunilla and Aula stood. The one covered with charred skulls and rib bones, and spooky
'Halloweenie' (zombie) flesh. The one that smelled of rotty meat and creepy potions.
Insanus's greenish face turned even greener.
"Aw, you're just not used to the stuff yet, dearie," Iunilla replied with a smirk. "It's not
that bad."
Insanus just continued looking sick. "Whatever. But what are you doing with those old bones?"
"Indentifying crispy-dead peeps."
"Uh huh." Insanus's uneasy look subsided a bit. "This that Wing-killing incident the other day?"
"Of course! Only the the most important and toughest jobs for the almighty Iunilla!" declared
the necromaster's bestest friend. (Eww, I always picture Keef when I see the word 'bestest' now.
I've been scarred!! AHHHH!!)
Iunilla concentrated on a burnt and shattered skull, which she'd just pieced back together,
willing its former face to return.
"Ah, this part's so tiring," 'Nilla commented.
Insanus decided to cover his eyes. "Argh, I don't wanna watch this."
Anyway, in a few moments, slivers of muscle and veins start to appear upon the crispy skull.
They race around the head-bone, covering it entirely. Lots of icky blood-stuff begins to puddle
around the skull, as it opens its seemingly grinning jaws in a silent scream.
Good thing Insanus's covering his eyes. Oh wait, he's uncovering them.
"Ohh..., I'm going to be sick... Yeah, I'm gonna be sick..." The shapeshifter swiftly morphed
into a crimson serpent, dropped to the ground, and hurried/slithered away to be sick.
Aula grinned and swished her tail, tickled by humor. "Poor Insanus."
Silver eyes form in the empty sockets, and skin flows over the facial tissue. A soft, rainbowish
stream of hair sprout.
Iunilla stops, her work complete. "Aula, isn't this that aeromancer who fumed at me one day for
working at the Wing Cloning Factory?"
"Mmmmmmyep. Not too many mancers with silver eyes. Creepy!" chirped the daemon. "I feel bad for
the Wing, though!" Aula tilted her head towards a pile of bones mixed with metal pieces that were
once various bodily implants.
"I'll bet she didn't stand a chance against a mancer! Whoo! But she went out with a BANG anyway!"
The daemon looked back to the face, which rolled its eyes about at Iunilla and Aula accusingly.
"Heh, this mancer definitely deserves this," she commented, putting on a spare pair of goggles.
The necromaster nodded, took some notes, and began to identify the skull/face of one of the
attacker's comrades.
Meanwhile, the head of the aeromancer began to dry and crumble into bits, head-fluid streaming.
Then, it went..... BOOM!!!
The mini-explosion of the head made the two ladies in the room sway on their feet slightly.
Aula giggled and wiped some slime off of her shoulder armor. "Styx, I NEVER get tired of those
explosions!"
"Glad you're enjoying yourself, dearie," replied her bestest friend.
**Hi Skool Cafeteria
Dib was waiting for the last minutes of lunch to tick by, while lightly studying for an upcoming
biology test on avian creatures. He was scanning a page of birds' flight feathers when he felt a
prickling at the back of his neck. That sort of sixth sense, when someone's watching you.
The Human spun 'round and cried out in surprise, then fell off the cafeteria bench.
"Ow! Who're you!? And why are you right behind me??"
A green-haired teenage girl wearing olive-green robery, and a strangely familiar chain with
metallic pendants stepped backwards in surprise. "Uh, I'm sorry. But you seem... kinda like I've
met you before,... and.. that book..."
She traced along the picture of the primary flight feathers with the tip of a finger.
"This picture makes me feel so sad..."
Dib decided this stranger was a strange and suspicious person. A thought came to mind. Could
the spirit of that Lil Wing-- could this weirdo be her??
Nah... Lil's ghost'd be totally violent! And she didn't even LOOK like a ghost.
"What's wrong with it?"
"I can't fly," was the short response.
"Well, Humans don't have the appendages or corporal ability to fly. They're just not meant for
the sky. But I suppose planes, rockets, and jetpacks sort of overrule that, huh?" Dib thought
aloud.
"..Yeah..."
Dib smile inwardly. NO ONE comes to talk to the 'freaks'. It felt kinda nice.
"So, what's your name? I'm Dib." He held out his hand.
The girl looked at his outreached hand warily. "..."
"What..do you think I LOOK like?"
"Huh?" The Dib was confused.
"What does it look like my name would be??" the girl answered.
Dib scratched his head. "Eh... Heh, wow, um... ...Domina... or maybe Dea...?"
"Call me Dea, then. What a guess, hm, Dib?"
Dib thought that was rather bizarre, but shook it off. "I've never seen you in school before.
Are you new?"
"Um, yeah."
"But the school year's almost over. Isn't it sort of weird to change schools at the end of the
year?" Dib questioned.
"Anytime is a good time for a change for the better," 'Dea' replied.
The Human nodded. "Yeah, good point. But there's nothing great about this place."
"Ah, but there're good and bad points to everything! You just need to find one!"
Dib snorted. "You remind me of a fortune cookie."
"Hm... Is that a bad thing?" Dea sat down between the Dib and Gaz, who was searching the game
for a save point, since the end of lunch was so close by.
"Well, no actually. It's encouraging. My life's just been one big failure, and eveyone's always
so cruel to me." Dib waved a hand dismissively and sighed.
"Oh, a big-headed nice boy like you shouldn't act so depressed. It's sad to see."
"Yeah?"
**Outside on the skool track
Everyone was busy stretching before they'd start running. Otherwise, they'd get all sore and
all that bad stuff. Weight training was some tough stuff.
Fausta was puzzled by the strangest expression on the Dib-Human's visage.
Zim obviously noticed it too, because he was scowling and glaring sharpened daggers at the Human,
but the Dib seemed not to even notice!
All the students sped off at the instructor's signal, and ran and ran, trying to keep up a good
speed while conserving energy for the laps.
Dib noticed a spot of pastel green in the distance. It was Dea, walking off somewhere. She
suddenly turned however, and Dib smiled and waved at her.
Dea waved back.
Fausta used her optical advancedness to look at the stranger carefully. Zim did the same with his
optical implants. This was a strange stranger.
The Wing noted the necklace around the girl's neck. The deep grey metal pendant that read 'STL'.
"Steel! GRAGH! It be Lil's necklace!! NOOOO!! SHE'S BACK!!"
Fausta tripped over her feet clumsily, absorbed in her shock. She crashed into Zim's back, and
her huge black wings slapped at Dib, who was running beside her.
There were many cries of pain from the trio, and the other students made freak comments.
The Onyx Wing grabbed Dib's PE uniform collar and shook him.
"YOU!! THAT freaky person up there is LILITH!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!?? You're gonna get me
KILLED!! What did I ever do to you!? Besides almost succeed in conquering your planet, making
death threats to you, and occasionally helping your old rival!?!"
Dib frowned. "Wow, thanks for reminding me. But Dea is NOT a ghost."
"She is TO!! Look! Look at her necklace!! It's the medal that reads out a mercenary's ranking!
STEEL!!! You FOOL!!!" Fausta hissed.
Dib got up and dusted himself free of the reddish dirt of the running track. "You're just
paranoid. For all we know, it could be her grandmother's initials or something. Dea's NICE,
unlike you ALIENS."
"I'm NOT an ali--"
"The Wing-beast is right, you know," interrupted the Irken. "Who knows WHAT the Halloweenie will
do to us!! She's most likely after our sweet, sweet, living flesh!! MY superior flesh in
particular!"
"Psh! Zim, Fausta, look. She WALKS, and she doesn't go through things. You two're probably up
to something," replied Dib.
"NOOO!! She's a more advanced kind of ghost! She's a poltergeist!! She can touch things in our
world as she wants. And she's USING you to get to MEEE!!! I am SO DOOMED!!!" wailed the Wing. "I
can't BELIEVE it!! She ruined MY life in HER life, and now she's continuing to ruin my life in
her AFTERLIFE!?! Whyyyyy is this so unfairrrrr???"
Fausta shook her head sadly.
"I just wanted to conquer a few dozen planets and become a great Wing... Is that too much to ask
for...!?!?!"
Dib rose a dark brow, and turned to wave bye to Dea, but she was gone. He shrugged and kept
running.
The two non-Humans watched the Dib run of nervously.
"That DIB-Human will be the end of us all!" growled Zim.
"Hey!! Get moving, you two!!" barked the teacher, becoming annoyed by the two's un-movingness.
Zim saluted smartly, and continued running.
Fausta groaned, sure of an upcoming doom. "Stupid Dib-Human..." She began to run.
She didn't want to be killed by some dead Wing who'd sent her living so much of her very first,
and perhaps only mission in fear, when she couldn't even enter her own home base! Fausta didn't
want to become a spooky 'Halloweenie'!! Or, what if she COULDN'T become a Halloweenie??
Why was SHE so DOOMed...??
Why not the cretin Dib, or alien Zim, or grumpy Tak, or freaky Tenn?
Of course, Fausta, in her own spookish predicament, didn't acknowledge the four others' doomful
lives.
The sad, lonely life of Human visionary Dib, whom everyone including his own genius father,
deemed insane. Picked on by classmates, and fighting a war single-handedly against not
one, not two, but THREE invaders now, and getting absolutely nowhere. Five years of Zim and
Tak... His scary sister wasn't very helpful most times, and even his fellow Swollen Eyeballs
continued to ignore his claims.
How about Zim's life? An enthusiastic, haughty, and hard-working invader, CRUSHED (say it
Membrane-style! Bad Bad Rubber Piggy!) when he discovered the truth behind his mission on Earth.
A truth that Tak had tried to convince Zim into five years ago. Dib always on his tail, stopping
his plans, and out for his SUPERIOR blood. And Tak and now FAUSTA trying to steal HIS planet. His
filthy planet of DIRT. It was his...
The Onyx Wing knew nothing of Tak's or Tenn's past, but they, nonetheless had unhappy and doomful
ones.
Tak, a fantastical soldier had her future and entire life crumbled to dust with Zim's idiocy and
hunger for sweet SNACKS. Snaaaacks! The strange duo of Zim and Dib never failed to stop her
incredible schemes, and now, she sat at her Earthen base, wondering when her old SIR's new AI
chip would arrive.
Tenn, a good soldier as well, had her life ruined too. But actually NOT by Zim. Still, as she
could trace her problems to the Vorten packaging planet, and see that their packages were
switched, she refused to believe anything besides the untrue fact that ZIM had the packages
switched. Tenn was beyond consolation or help. She was officially insane. Criminally insane,
even. She was violent and utterly alone.
It's interesting to look upon this cast of characters, and see thier similarities, is it not? All
five are more or less alone, and tied together on this planet by their sheer stubborness. Hm,
and they have some SEVERE grudges against Zim. Heh, poor little Irken o' mine.
And now, this is a very exhausted narrator, signing off for the chapter. Good night!
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pureVENOM: Oh wow, I am tired. Bleh... Heh. So, I guess this chapter went okay. Eh..
I couldn't think of any new nifty name for the mysterious strange stranger girl, so I do what I
usually do now-- I grabbed a random Latin word. 'Dea' means 'goddess'. And it's a pretty name,
no?
Cogito lingua Latina vivit. (I think the language Latin lives.) ^.^ Naw, actually, it's pretty
dead, I'm sad to say.
The Lesson of this Chapter: Four different people who think they're nothing alike, can very well
be valde alike. Oh, and Dea sounds like a fortune cookie.
And now, the traditional suspense building questions!:
Are Dib and Dea becoming friends? (O.O;;;)
Will Gaz's creepy predictions come true? (Spooky...)
Is Dea really the spooky spirit of Lil, unwilling to die? (Oooh...)
Will ever Fausta get over her fear of the dead Wing Mercenary? (Like a moose, she will.)
Will the author ever come up with kewler fancharacter names? (What? Hey!)
Will the author ever beat Fatal Frame? (NOOOOO!!! Fatal Frame's too scary to play alone!!)
Can she start asking more questions about her fic? (Fic!!! Fic, fic, fic!)