pureVENOM: Whoo! Yaaaay, I just printed out the lyrics to 'You Are the New Day'!! Like at
three-fifty-three or something PM July 26, 2002. Ooh, I love that song! I only heard it a few
times on commercials on KQED like YEARS ago, though, and I still remembered a lot of the lines,
and I typed some of them in, hit search, and blao! My song!! Wow, I love the internet!
Aw man, did I write the wrong chapter numbers for some of my previous chapters? Well, if I did,
that stinks, but ignore it, kay?
Whoo, I sure am emotional, no?? Heh, looking back on my ranting on like two or three chapters
ago. Yipes! I played through Silent Hill again, and I STILL cried at that part. Oy... I wonder
if I can handle it my third time around. I wonder why people say 'third time's the charm'?
Dea-- pronounced: 'day'-'uh'
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Chapter Twenty-One, I think: Sheer and Undiluted DOOM!
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So, Fausta spent that night, sitting wide-eyed and shivering in fear and cold on the pavement
outside her front lawn, still unable to get inside her home.
Dib slept well, a long dreamless sleep, a smile on his face. Lucky him, no?
(But I enjoy dreaming. Too bad I usually forget most of them. I'm thinking about starting a dream
record. They're alway so interesting!)
Dea sat in the night, upon a small field of soft green grass. The smell of the silky flowers
around her, and the moist dirt beneath her was so relaxing. Very calming. Not that she wasn't
already very calm.
She liked the way the water droplets sparkled on the innumerable blades of grass, under the
white moonlight. It was a nice time to reflect upon the day's events. There was nothing else in
her mind anyway--
"Hey! Hey, yeah, YOU!! Get off mah LAWN!! MY GRASS!! SCRAM, ya weirdo!!!"
And Dea was shooed away by the owner of the lawn that she was sitting on.
The person rushed out and began to freak out about the small indentation of where Dea'd been
sitting. "My graaaaass!!! It's all CRUSH-ED!!!"
**Somewhere
Dea wandered about the neighborhood, expressionless. With her pale green attire and hair lit up
by the moon above, she looked almost like some specter. Or as Zim would say, 'HALLOWEENIE'!!
She noticed a familiar energy close by, inside a rather large shelter unit. She had to find out
what it was.
The spooky new girl walked RIGHT up to a wall of the shelter unit, and tilted her head.
"Up..."
It was coming from up.
She rose her hands, and sunk her fingers into the wall, listening to the quiet crunching sound of
the paint, stucco, and other wall-stuffs. Dea climbed.
In moments, she reached a window, but it was far too dark to see anything inside. She frowned.
Such a thin piece of frail stuff blocking her way! She carefully took one hand and pressed
against the cold surface. No breakie!! EEEE!!
Dea scowled, unwilling to be beaten by a pane of glass, and punched at it. She achieved nothing
from this, but painy knuckles.
Unbreakable glass! Arrrgh! Well, what do ya expect from a good home? Tresspasserproof windows, of
course!
However, the dull 'thump!' sound she made with her hit, woke the person within.
There was a low growl, and a treading of feet to the window. A pale, angry face loomed through
the window, like some spooky spook!
Dea waved her free hand. It was the younger sibling of the Dib.
Gaz did not wave back, but said something. "Dib's the next window that way. Do NOT make this
mistake again."
Dea paled, nodded, and climbed sidweways. So THIS was the familiar energy she'd sensed. Dib and
Gaz. How nice, she thought.
As she reached the Dib's window, she tapped it several times. Then some more, and more.
Then a groggy-lookin' Dib face appeared. He turned surprised when he saw that it was Dea.
Dib then just looked confused, but opened the window.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "That's dangerous! What if you fall or something?"
Dea scoffed. "Believe me, I'm sure I've been through worse."
"Well anyway, what are you doing out there? It's two AM, and there's skool tomorrow! Should we
all be sleeping like good little teenagers?" continued Dib.
"Hey, how are you even climbing up this wall? There's nothing for you to hold on..to..."
He then saw that the girl's fingers were grabbing deep into the wall. He rubbed his glasses, and
double-checked.
"Yaahh!! How do you--!?"
"Ah... my family secret. Can't tell," replied Dea quickly.
"Wow. You know, if this wasn't so amazing, I'd be irritated that you were driving holes into our
wall with your hands."
"Oh?" Dea looked surprised and let go, dropping to the ground so many feet below.
Dib freaked out, but then noticed that the girl was OKAY! She'd landed on two feet soundlessly.
He did a sweatdrop, (I love those things! I dun care if this isn't anime!) and began to rethink
what Zim and Fausta had told him.
Even so, Dea didn't seem to mean any harm towards HIM. Mwa hah!
"Are you okay? You didn't have to do that, you know."
Why did the weirdest things always have to happen to him?
"I'm fine! I told you already, don't worry!"
"So why ARE you here, anyway? And why didn't our new security system catch you?" questioned the
Dib, wanting some answers.
"I felt drawn here. So I came. I never was one to go against my senses." Dea shrugged. "As for
the security, I don't know."
"What? I just checked it the other day!" called down the Dib.
He fumbled around for the lamp switch in his room, and with the ability to see, he opened the
cage for some experimental rats.
He grabbed one, closed the cage, but then the rodent bit him, and scrambled away.
"Aw, man."
Then the rat jumped out the window. o.O;; Dunno why.
A millisecond before the creature hit the ground, a laser beam shot out from nowhere and
transported the thing into some holding cell in the basement.
"See? It works! It'll zap any living creature into a pen in our basement. It really helps to keep
the ALIENS away. But why isn't it working on YOU?" asked the Dib, narrowing his eyes.
"Perhaps it just isn't working on me..."
"And why would that be?"
"...Perhaps ...it's stopped targeting Humans?"
"I've checked just the other day. It's perfect."
"Well, it is summer. *Under such extreme heat, wear and degradation is inevitable!! Parts break
after overuse!!"
(*A quote from Happy Noodle Boy that I found... very nice.)
Dib thought about that. It was highly unlikely... But he figured he'd was being kinda unfair to
Dea. "Oh. Um. Yeah, sorry, Dea... I must sound kind of overly paranoid.."
Dea sighed mentally in relief.
"No, no. I'm sure you have good reason to be this way."
Dib shook his head sadly. "I guess I'm just not meant to have friends."
"Aw, come on. Everyone has to have friends! It's natural! As a sentinent being, you must be
social! Your SELF beseeches thought and feeling!"
**At the base of Zim
Zim was up and about. A very busy Irken he was. The computer had repaired the old books and
mirror some time ago, and had input the data of the stuff.
Right now, Zim was listening to this Human conversation through a tiny spy cruiser. It looked
like a voot cruiser, except it was miniscule. About the size of a bumblebee.
The Irken made faces and gagged at the idiotic things Dea said to Dib. What a fool the Human
was! How could he LISTEN to these things!?
**Back to the Dib
"I guess..." replied the Human in his room. He laughed quietly.
"Dea, can you believe... that I thought that you were the malevolent, revenge-thirsty spirit of
a former Earth-residing Humanoid being who had died violently two days ago, while attempting to
complete some spooky mission in her hometown?"
"No... Interesting. Do tell me more."
Dib sighed. "Nah, you probably already think I'm crazy."
"Actually, I feel that you are perfectly sane. Perhaps even saner than most Humans, if possible."
"Whatever you say. But, you see, some five years ago..."
**Zim's base
Zim cringed and made painy looks as the Dib began telling Dea about EVERYTHING.
The Irkens, the Meekrob, the Wings, the Underworld, Tak's grudge, crazy Tenn, spooky Lil, how
water and meats of evil affect Irken skin, lice and Queen Louse, the mysterious Countess
Von Verminstrasser, the Bitters, the times his sister helped him, the loss of Mercury and Mars,
and how that was beginning to affect the orbit of Earth around the sun, some new Human colony on
Venus, blah, bleh, bluh. It was getting boring.
Zim yawned, and before he knew it (does ANYONE know when they fall asleep?), he was sound asleep.
The soft electronic sounds of his computers only helped lull him into a more pleasant rest.
**The Dib's again
Dib stopped, his story PREEETTY much finished. He took a glance at the clock. It's glowing
crimson numbers read-- 3:13 AM.
Gasp! The horror!!
"Oh man! It's so late! I need to get some sleep, or'll be a zombie at skool! Dea, you should get
home soon. My dad's not home, and we're underaged, so if you need a ride, I can have our
hovercraft take you--"
"No problem. I live so close by..."
Before the Dib could insist, the strange girl was almost out of sight.
He groaned, flopped back on his bed, wrapped the covers comfortably round him, and drifted off.
**Somewhere with trees
Dea didn't understand why she in her former uh.. life, she'd tried to hard to get rid of some
feathery girl. She seemed... nice enough. Maybe?
But still, conquering a planet? Some Tak girl, that Zim guy, and the feathery Fausta? That
wasn't good... People didn't like being taken over.
Of course, she was only hearing one side of the story, and each side would be biased, but still,
global domination was uncalled for...
**Zim's base
BRRRRRRING!! BRRRRRRING!!
"Hu--wh--uh--!?" sputtered Zim as he shot awake, due to a loud ringing of a phone.
He looked around. How absurd! A ringing phone!? There wasn't even a phone IN Zim's lower floors.
This woke up the snoozing GIR as well, and he picked up the phone.
"Hello?? Ya got any Poops?? I needz my Poops!! Heeeheheehehe!!"
"Hello?" came a raspy voice, that was to crispy sounding to be sure if it was male or female.
"I'd like to speak with the Irken."
GIR cocked his head. "Ohhh!" He began to run for the trashcan elevtor, the phone still in his
little hand.
Of course, by the time GIR was all the way down in the basement level where Zim was, the living
room phone had been ripped from the wall, and its cords and wires hung dragged on the ground
limp and useless.
"GIR!" snapped Zim. "Who is it!?"
"A spooky spook, Master! 'E want's ta talk to you!!" the SIR squealed.
The Zim grabbed the phone and listened, not even noticing that the device was not connected to
the phone line. "Hello!?! This had better be a good reason for interrupting the slumber of
ZIIIM!!!"
There was a lot of static sounds. They became loud and soft over and over again. It was hard to
hear the voice on the end of the line.
"Greetings, alien."
"NGH!" Zim was shocked. "Who calls so early in the morning calling me an.. ALIEN!? Answer meeee!"
"One who fortells your doom should you continue your schemes of planetary domination, Irken."
"Diiib..." hissed Zim accusingly. "Enough of this--"
"I am NOT Dib. I'm not even Human, nor am I alive, fool." There was a pause, as if the speaker
had stopped to smile.
"Have you any idea who I am?"
The Irken growled lowly. "So, it's YOU then. You'll NOT best the best of the invaders, 'DEA'.
No Halloweenie shall stop ZIM!"
"Yep! Master's right! *He listens to his belly button!" agreed GIR.
(*Advice from Jhonen Vasquez. Your navel knows things.)
"..." Dea's voice was silent, but the rhythmic stacticy sounds continued. Almost like... a Human
heartbeat.
Zim shuddered. This was weird. He drew back suddenly as the comuter screen he sat right in front
of, switched its normal chart and writing covered screen to a live picture of Dea.
"As you can see, I can be quite the formidable enemy. Do do yourself a favor, and SUBMIT!" spat
the green haired poltergeist.
"NEVER! I've faced worse beasts than you in my infantile years!!!"
The computer screen went out, and the electronic equipment around Zim began to fizzle and spark.
Zim screamed hysterically all the while. He then felt a sharp pain at his back. The Irken turned
his head to see that his backpod was going up in flames, as was his computer.
"Master!" cried out the house's computer in a distorted voice. "Please, do as the spook asks!
You're dooming us all!! More doomy than a mongoose, you are..."
GIR just sat giggling madly as the little sparks shooting out of his elbows tickled him.
Zim's eye twitched. "I will NOT SURRENDERRRR!!! YOU HEAR ME, SPOOKY-THING!?!?"
Everything stopped suddenly. The sparks and fires died, and the computer sighed in relief. GIR
was kinda sad that the pretty lights stopped, though.
Zim twitched his antennae at the smell of his burnt back. He growled. Time for some major repairs.
"Huh! Yes, fleeee, doom-filled coward! Zim shall PREVAIL!"
**Somewhere again
Dea put a hand to her head. "Owies..."
That little assault on Zim's base had taken a chuck o' energy outta her. Sheesh, for being a
dead person, she could still feel quite a bit of pain. Wow, what a MONSTER of a headache! Still,
it was pretty neat. Hehe. Ahem.
"I'll get that alien next time." The Irken would not make a fool of Dea TWICE.
***The next DAY!!! In the class of Bitters!
"Heh, I didn't know you had RED eyes, Fausta," smirked Dib.
The Wing just rubbed at her sleepy, bloodshot eyes and bared her pointy teeth.
Zim was trying to keep from falling asleep; Mister Bitters wouldn't take to that happily. He'd
gotten his repairs done, but at a heavy price. His rest. -_-
"Be quiet," barked the instructor. "I have a mission for you all. Each and everyone of you is
going to be in some group, and you're going to perform in a surprise assembly today, and
preferably NOT enjoy it."
Bitters sneered. "I'll pass out the papers that list the names of your group members to your
preselected group leaders. I don't wany any mutinying now. Just accept your sad fates that I
have inscribed on these old recycled sheets of paper."
The Bitters slapped a sheet onto Zim's desk, which the Irken snatched up rather eagerly.
Bitters gave sheets to other students as well, but since I don't know many names of the students,
I'll stop with just Zim.
"Hah! I am perfectly qualified to lead this pathETIC group of Human-stinks, and I am honored to
have been assigned as--"
The Bitters cut the Irken off. "Did I mention the members of the group, as well as the leaders
were RANDOMLY selected?"
Zim scowled, sulked, and then decided to look at what pitiful assortment of Earthenoids he'd
work with. And he gasped.
"Wh-wh!? ARRRRRRGHH!!!"
Dib, intrigued, craned his overly large head over, to see the list. "What!? This is SO not
'RANDOM'!!"
This is what the paper read--
TALENT SHOW at HI SKOOL at 9:15
group leader:
ZIM
members:
DIB
FAUSTA
TAK
Dib shook his and and raised a hand. "Sir, Tak doesn't even have you this period! This must be a
mistake!"
"No MISTAKE, Dib," growled the teacher. "Live with it, ...or not."
The Human shut himself up.
Fausta, who'd just read the list to herself, frowned. "Sir Bitters, couldn't we have been warned
a little EARLIER for this performance? And what sort of performance will it be? We've only an
hour to prepare ourselves!"
"Then you'd better get working if you don't want to be COMPLETELY humiliated in front of the
whole Hi Skool."
The trio glanced at each other, unhappily.
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pureVENOM: Hm, there was more Dib in here, than I really liked, but whatever.
Argh, I really hate Cyril!! (A member of the Ten Wise Men, in Star Ocean 2.) I can't believe him!!
That lousy loser... Grrr.... He deserved my wrath!! Mwa! He is sheer and undiluted evil!! Garg, I
just had to say that.
Hey, I gots Dark Cloud for my PS2!! Yaaaay!!! And I have like four more chapters of French to go!
Yaaaay!! I am da greatest. Sorta.
So anyway, I really surprised myself recently. I was writing out the names of my family members,
and having my baby sister sound them out, and then I got to my name-- Angela. And I'm like, "WOW,
THAT is my NAME!" 'Cause I'm just so USED to my name being 'FAUSTA'! I use it in my e-mails, my
Latin work, French work, fanfiction, drawings, and my friends as well as some of my teachers
call me Fausta!! Blaaargh!! Even now, as I look like my name, it doesn't really seem like my
true name! It's amazing how quickly something can replace another thing that I've used for so
many years! Ah, Fausta. That name shall always be a part of me, as will my original name.
Lesson of da Chapter: The Bitters has the ULTIMATE power!! Me needs that power!!
three-fifty-three or something PM July 26, 2002. Ooh, I love that song! I only heard it a few
times on commercials on KQED like YEARS ago, though, and I still remembered a lot of the lines,
and I typed some of them in, hit search, and blao! My song!! Wow, I love the internet!
Aw man, did I write the wrong chapter numbers for some of my previous chapters? Well, if I did,
that stinks, but ignore it, kay?
Whoo, I sure am emotional, no?? Heh, looking back on my ranting on like two or three chapters
ago. Yipes! I played through Silent Hill again, and I STILL cried at that part. Oy... I wonder
if I can handle it my third time around. I wonder why people say 'third time's the charm'?
Dea-- pronounced: 'day'-'uh'
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So, Fausta spent that night, sitting wide-eyed and shivering in fear and cold on the pavement
outside her front lawn, still unable to get inside her home.
Dib slept well, a long dreamless sleep, a smile on his face. Lucky him, no?
(But I enjoy dreaming. Too bad I usually forget most of them. I'm thinking about starting a dream
record. They're alway so interesting!)
Dea sat in the night, upon a small field of soft green grass. The smell of the silky flowers
around her, and the moist dirt beneath her was so relaxing. Very calming. Not that she wasn't
already very calm.
She liked the way the water droplets sparkled on the innumerable blades of grass, under the
white moonlight. It was a nice time to reflect upon the day's events. There was nothing else in
her mind anyway--
"Hey! Hey, yeah, YOU!! Get off mah LAWN!! MY GRASS!! SCRAM, ya weirdo!!!"
And Dea was shooed away by the owner of the lawn that she was sitting on.
The person rushed out and began to freak out about the small indentation of where Dea'd been
sitting. "My graaaaass!!! It's all CRUSH-ED!!!"
**Somewhere
Dea wandered about the neighborhood, expressionless. With her pale green attire and hair lit up
by the moon above, she looked almost like some specter. Or as Zim would say, 'HALLOWEENIE'!!
She noticed a familiar energy close by, inside a rather large shelter unit. She had to find out
what it was.
The spooky new girl walked RIGHT up to a wall of the shelter unit, and tilted her head.
"Up..."
It was coming from up.
She rose her hands, and sunk her fingers into the wall, listening to the quiet crunching sound of
the paint, stucco, and other wall-stuffs. Dea climbed.
In moments, she reached a window, but it was far too dark to see anything inside. She frowned.
Such a thin piece of frail stuff blocking her way! She carefully took one hand and pressed
against the cold surface. No breakie!! EEEE!!
Dea scowled, unwilling to be beaten by a pane of glass, and punched at it. She achieved nothing
from this, but painy knuckles.
Unbreakable glass! Arrrgh! Well, what do ya expect from a good home? Tresspasserproof windows, of
course!
However, the dull 'thump!' sound she made with her hit, woke the person within.
There was a low growl, and a treading of feet to the window. A pale, angry face loomed through
the window, like some spooky spook!
Dea waved her free hand. It was the younger sibling of the Dib.
Gaz did not wave back, but said something. "Dib's the next window that way. Do NOT make this
mistake again."
Dea paled, nodded, and climbed sidweways. So THIS was the familiar energy she'd sensed. Dib and
Gaz. How nice, she thought.
As she reached the Dib's window, she tapped it several times. Then some more, and more.
Then a groggy-lookin' Dib face appeared. He turned surprised when he saw that it was Dea.
Dib then just looked confused, but opened the window.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "That's dangerous! What if you fall or something?"
Dea scoffed. "Believe me, I'm sure I've been through worse."
"Well anyway, what are you doing out there? It's two AM, and there's skool tomorrow! Should we
all be sleeping like good little teenagers?" continued Dib.
"Hey, how are you even climbing up this wall? There's nothing for you to hold on..to..."
He then saw that the girl's fingers were grabbing deep into the wall. He rubbed his glasses, and
double-checked.
"Yaahh!! How do you--!?"
"Ah... my family secret. Can't tell," replied Dea quickly.
"Wow. You know, if this wasn't so amazing, I'd be irritated that you were driving holes into our
wall with your hands."
"Oh?" Dea looked surprised and let go, dropping to the ground so many feet below.
Dib freaked out, but then noticed that the girl was OKAY! She'd landed on two feet soundlessly.
He did a sweatdrop, (I love those things! I dun care if this isn't anime!) and began to rethink
what Zim and Fausta had told him.
Even so, Dea didn't seem to mean any harm towards HIM. Mwa hah!
"Are you okay? You didn't have to do that, you know."
Why did the weirdest things always have to happen to him?
"I'm fine! I told you already, don't worry!"
"So why ARE you here, anyway? And why didn't our new security system catch you?" questioned the
Dib, wanting some answers.
"I felt drawn here. So I came. I never was one to go against my senses." Dea shrugged. "As for
the security, I don't know."
"What? I just checked it the other day!" called down the Dib.
He fumbled around for the lamp switch in his room, and with the ability to see, he opened the
cage for some experimental rats.
He grabbed one, closed the cage, but then the rodent bit him, and scrambled away.
"Aw, man."
Then the rat jumped out the window. o.O;; Dunno why.
A millisecond before the creature hit the ground, a laser beam shot out from nowhere and
transported the thing into some holding cell in the basement.
"See? It works! It'll zap any living creature into a pen in our basement. It really helps to keep
the ALIENS away. But why isn't it working on YOU?" asked the Dib, narrowing his eyes.
"Perhaps it just isn't working on me..."
"And why would that be?"
"...Perhaps ...it's stopped targeting Humans?"
"I've checked just the other day. It's perfect."
"Well, it is summer. *Under such extreme heat, wear and degradation is inevitable!! Parts break
after overuse!!"
(*A quote from Happy Noodle Boy that I found... very nice.)
Dib thought about that. It was highly unlikely... But he figured he'd was being kinda unfair to
Dea. "Oh. Um. Yeah, sorry, Dea... I must sound kind of overly paranoid.."
Dea sighed mentally in relief.
"No, no. I'm sure you have good reason to be this way."
Dib shook his head sadly. "I guess I'm just not meant to have friends."
"Aw, come on. Everyone has to have friends! It's natural! As a sentinent being, you must be
social! Your SELF beseeches thought and feeling!"
**At the base of Zim
Zim was up and about. A very busy Irken he was. The computer had repaired the old books and
mirror some time ago, and had input the data of the stuff.
Right now, Zim was listening to this Human conversation through a tiny spy cruiser. It looked
like a voot cruiser, except it was miniscule. About the size of a bumblebee.
The Irken made faces and gagged at the idiotic things Dea said to Dib. What a fool the Human
was! How could he LISTEN to these things!?
**Back to the Dib
"I guess..." replied the Human in his room. He laughed quietly.
"Dea, can you believe... that I thought that you were the malevolent, revenge-thirsty spirit of
a former Earth-residing Humanoid being who had died violently two days ago, while attempting to
complete some spooky mission in her hometown?"
"No... Interesting. Do tell me more."
Dib sighed. "Nah, you probably already think I'm crazy."
"Actually, I feel that you are perfectly sane. Perhaps even saner than most Humans, if possible."
"Whatever you say. But, you see, some five years ago..."
**Zim's base
Zim cringed and made painy looks as the Dib began telling Dea about EVERYTHING.
The Irkens, the Meekrob, the Wings, the Underworld, Tak's grudge, crazy Tenn, spooky Lil, how
water and meats of evil affect Irken skin, lice and Queen Louse, the mysterious Countess
Von Verminstrasser, the Bitters, the times his sister helped him, the loss of Mercury and Mars,
and how that was beginning to affect the orbit of Earth around the sun, some new Human colony on
Venus, blah, bleh, bluh. It was getting boring.
Zim yawned, and before he knew it (does ANYONE know when they fall asleep?), he was sound asleep.
The soft electronic sounds of his computers only helped lull him into a more pleasant rest.
**The Dib's again
Dib stopped, his story PREEETTY much finished. He took a glance at the clock. It's glowing
crimson numbers read-- 3:13 AM.
Gasp! The horror!!
"Oh man! It's so late! I need to get some sleep, or'll be a zombie at skool! Dea, you should get
home soon. My dad's not home, and we're underaged, so if you need a ride, I can have our
hovercraft take you--"
"No problem. I live so close by..."
Before the Dib could insist, the strange girl was almost out of sight.
He groaned, flopped back on his bed, wrapped the covers comfortably round him, and drifted off.
**Somewhere with trees
Dea didn't understand why she in her former uh.. life, she'd tried to hard to get rid of some
feathery girl. She seemed... nice enough. Maybe?
But still, conquering a planet? Some Tak girl, that Zim guy, and the feathery Fausta? That
wasn't good... People didn't like being taken over.
Of course, she was only hearing one side of the story, and each side would be biased, but still,
global domination was uncalled for...
**Zim's base
BRRRRRRING!! BRRRRRRING!!
"Hu--wh--uh--!?" sputtered Zim as he shot awake, due to a loud ringing of a phone.
He looked around. How absurd! A ringing phone!? There wasn't even a phone IN Zim's lower floors.
This woke up the snoozing GIR as well, and he picked up the phone.
"Hello?? Ya got any Poops?? I needz my Poops!! Heeeheheehehe!!"
"Hello?" came a raspy voice, that was to crispy sounding to be sure if it was male or female.
"I'd like to speak with the Irken."
GIR cocked his head. "Ohhh!" He began to run for the trashcan elevtor, the phone still in his
little hand.
Of course, by the time GIR was all the way down in the basement level where Zim was, the living
room phone had been ripped from the wall, and its cords and wires hung dragged on the ground
limp and useless.
"GIR!" snapped Zim. "Who is it!?"
"A spooky spook, Master! 'E want's ta talk to you!!" the SIR squealed.
The Zim grabbed the phone and listened, not even noticing that the device was not connected to
the phone line. "Hello!?! This had better be a good reason for interrupting the slumber of
ZIIIM!!!"
There was a lot of static sounds. They became loud and soft over and over again. It was hard to
hear the voice on the end of the line.
"Greetings, alien."
"NGH!" Zim was shocked. "Who calls so early in the morning calling me an.. ALIEN!? Answer meeee!"
"One who fortells your doom should you continue your schemes of planetary domination, Irken."
"Diiib..." hissed Zim accusingly. "Enough of this--"
"I am NOT Dib. I'm not even Human, nor am I alive, fool." There was a pause, as if the speaker
had stopped to smile.
"Have you any idea who I am?"
The Irken growled lowly. "So, it's YOU then. You'll NOT best the best of the invaders, 'DEA'.
No Halloweenie shall stop ZIM!"
"Yep! Master's right! *He listens to his belly button!" agreed GIR.
(*Advice from Jhonen Vasquez. Your navel knows things.)
"..." Dea's voice was silent, but the rhythmic stacticy sounds continued. Almost like... a Human
heartbeat.
Zim shuddered. This was weird. He drew back suddenly as the comuter screen he sat right in front
of, switched its normal chart and writing covered screen to a live picture of Dea.
"As you can see, I can be quite the formidable enemy. Do do yourself a favor, and SUBMIT!" spat
the green haired poltergeist.
"NEVER! I've faced worse beasts than you in my infantile years!!!"
The computer screen went out, and the electronic equipment around Zim began to fizzle and spark.
Zim screamed hysterically all the while. He then felt a sharp pain at his back. The Irken turned
his head to see that his backpod was going up in flames, as was his computer.
"Master!" cried out the house's computer in a distorted voice. "Please, do as the spook asks!
You're dooming us all!! More doomy than a mongoose, you are..."
GIR just sat giggling madly as the little sparks shooting out of his elbows tickled him.
Zim's eye twitched. "I will NOT SURRENDERRRR!!! YOU HEAR ME, SPOOKY-THING!?!?"
Everything stopped suddenly. The sparks and fires died, and the computer sighed in relief. GIR
was kinda sad that the pretty lights stopped, though.
Zim twitched his antennae at the smell of his burnt back. He growled. Time for some major repairs.
"Huh! Yes, fleeee, doom-filled coward! Zim shall PREVAIL!"
**Somewhere again
Dea put a hand to her head. "Owies..."
That little assault on Zim's base had taken a chuck o' energy outta her. Sheesh, for being a
dead person, she could still feel quite a bit of pain. Wow, what a MONSTER of a headache! Still,
it was pretty neat. Hehe. Ahem.
"I'll get that alien next time." The Irken would not make a fool of Dea TWICE.
***The next DAY!!! In the class of Bitters!
"Heh, I didn't know you had RED eyes, Fausta," smirked Dib.
The Wing just rubbed at her sleepy, bloodshot eyes and bared her pointy teeth.
Zim was trying to keep from falling asleep; Mister Bitters wouldn't take to that happily. He'd
gotten his repairs done, but at a heavy price. His rest. -_-
"Be quiet," barked the instructor. "I have a mission for you all. Each and everyone of you is
going to be in some group, and you're going to perform in a surprise assembly today, and
preferably NOT enjoy it."
Bitters sneered. "I'll pass out the papers that list the names of your group members to your
preselected group leaders. I don't wany any mutinying now. Just accept your sad fates that I
have inscribed on these old recycled sheets of paper."
The Bitters slapped a sheet onto Zim's desk, which the Irken snatched up rather eagerly.
Bitters gave sheets to other students as well, but since I don't know many names of the students,
I'll stop with just Zim.
"Hah! I am perfectly qualified to lead this pathETIC group of Human-stinks, and I am honored to
have been assigned as--"
The Bitters cut the Irken off. "Did I mention the members of the group, as well as the leaders
were RANDOMLY selected?"
Zim scowled, sulked, and then decided to look at what pitiful assortment of Earthenoids he'd
work with. And he gasped.
"Wh-wh!? ARRRRRRGHH!!!"
Dib, intrigued, craned his overly large head over, to see the list. "What!? This is SO not
'RANDOM'!!"
This is what the paper read--
TALENT SHOW at HI SKOOL at 9:15
group leader:
ZIM
members:
DIB
FAUSTA
TAK
Dib shook his and and raised a hand. "Sir, Tak doesn't even have you this period! This must be a
mistake!"
"No MISTAKE, Dib," growled the teacher. "Live with it, ...or not."
The Human shut himself up.
Fausta, who'd just read the list to herself, frowned. "Sir Bitters, couldn't we have been warned
a little EARLIER for this performance? And what sort of performance will it be? We've only an
hour to prepare ourselves!"
"Then you'd better get working if you don't want to be COMPLETELY humiliated in front of the
whole Hi Skool."
The trio glanced at each other, unhappily.
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pureVENOM: Hm, there was more Dib in here, than I really liked, but whatever.
Argh, I really hate Cyril!! (A member of the Ten Wise Men, in Star Ocean 2.) I can't believe him!!
That lousy loser... Grrr.... He deserved my wrath!! Mwa! He is sheer and undiluted evil!! Garg, I
just had to say that.
Hey, I gots Dark Cloud for my PS2!! Yaaaay!!! And I have like four more chapters of French to go!
Yaaaay!! I am da greatest. Sorta.
So anyway, I really surprised myself recently. I was writing out the names of my family members,
and having my baby sister sound them out, and then I got to my name-- Angela. And I'm like, "WOW,
THAT is my NAME!" 'Cause I'm just so USED to my name being 'FAUSTA'! I use it in my e-mails, my
Latin work, French work, fanfiction, drawings, and my friends as well as some of my teachers
call me Fausta!! Blaaargh!! Even now, as I look like my name, it doesn't really seem like my
true name! It's amazing how quickly something can replace another thing that I've used for so
many years! Ah, Fausta. That name shall always be a part of me, as will my original name.
Lesson of da Chapter: The Bitters has the ULTIMATE power!! Me needs that power!!