pureVENOM: Heh, does anyone really read my current ramblings about my life, that I put before every chapter?
Well, I think I know how I hurt my leg so badly last year. It must've been from my poor diet full of unhealthy and unbalanced food, and I was pushing myself too hard on the leg weights. I guess it made my leg bones weaker or something, and they were already damaged enough
from some stupid spinning accident before.
More Complaining about my School From Me--
Oh man, our school stinks, and most of the authorities are full o' crap. And I dunno WHAT is going on with my grades. I mean, look!-
P.E. Wght Trning; ..A-
Eng 2 H; ...........A-
Alg 2 Trig; ........DDDDDDDD
Bio Acc; ...........A-
Wrld Hist H; .......A- (might be lower now o.O;;;)
Frnch 2; ...........A (Hehe. That's a lot of 2s)
ARGH!! Does something stand out?? I wonder.
Anyway, I'm HAPPY to announce... that I just may continue to learn Latin from a respectable teacher with some friends! Yaaaay! I hope everything works out!
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Chapter XXIV: Doomy Doomy Stuff
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There comes many times in every one's life that they make large decisions, life-changing choices as well. It's just that some make more than others, and weirder ones than others.
At the moment, our Irken 'hero' races towards a formidable doomer, whom he has indirectly caused doom to, so many times before.
Zim versus Scoodge, or Zim against Tak. Who would win? Who COULD win? Did Tak and Scoodge not possess much greater skill than that of Zim's? Well, we just may see.
GIR, though he knew something big was up, could not help but sate his puerile self by oogling through the speeding craft's bubble-like windows, and making silly happy faces.
These little childish actions of the robot stopped abruptly as the ship he rode in with his master received a very sharp blow.
The small robot squealed loudly in shock, but Zim was silent, and their ship spun roughly to face and counter the offender.
"Master, you're so good at flying!!" cried the robot, who was splayed on his tiny back.
True, the Irken was an exceptional pilot, but most were anyway. Right now, Tak was readying her retaliation, another good, strong bash. Then, she'd probably rear up and fire lasers.
Tak made a tight circle round Zim's craft, trying to get behind him. But of course, Zimmy had no intention on letting her do that. 'Cause THAT would be bad.
The Zim slammed a fist onto a spot on his dashboard, opening up a communication link with his homicidal foe.
"Tak! Hey, hold on a second!" he cried out as her ship began to set its missiles.
Tak stopped her actions for a moment complying. Then she responded, "I gave you two. Now prepare for doom."
"AHHHHHHH!!" Zim started screaming in horrific horror. "AHHHHHHHH!!!!"
"Wh? I haven't even done anything to you yet!" said Tak, annoyed.
"Huh? Oh- oh yeah. Sorry."
"Quite alright."
"Now where was I?"
"You were just screaming hysterically for no reason."
"..." Zim blinked and made a dark look. "In ANY CASE, Tak. Do you realize that Scoodge is about to fire a BIG, crazy rocket capable of blowing half the planet into little filth chips, right at me??"
Tak's taloned hands left her ship's controls to curl into fists. "No! You lie...!" she hissed, not wanting to believe him.
"Nope. It's no lie."
"You fib!"
"FIB?? I don't even know what that means!"
Tak's glass-sharp eyes narrowed to a glowing ultraviolet. "Of course you don't..."
The would-be Irken elite held up a single forefinger. "Zim, just wait right there! I'm going to talk to Scoodge! And THEN I'm going to horribly disfigure you!"
Zim fake-grinned and saluted. Satisfied with that, Tak sped off, back where she'd flown from.
"Whew! I really didn't think it'd be that easy!" Zim wiped his forehead with a gloved hand. "What about you GIR?"
"CHICKENS!!! Hehehe!!"
"Riiight." Zim slapped his hands together, making a loud clap. "Now GIR, this is where you come in!" He opened up the windshield.
"In?? In where?? Are we goin' somewhere, Master??" GIR looked about, very eagerly.
"No, GIR."
"Awww..."
"But YOU are."
"YAAAAAY."
"I want you to follow Tak's ship, okay?"
GIR nodded in understanding, though that didn't really make Zim any more confident in the robot.
"Don't get in the way or be weird. Just follow Tak like a moose would follow a lamprey." The Irken said this sentence very dramatically.
"Do...you...understand...?"
"FREEEEEEEEZies!!" screeched GIR as he propelled himself through the open window.
The Ikren sighed. "Good enough, I suppose."
*** At the Dib's
Dib sipped at a cup of very green tea as he happily typed at his laptop with his free hand.
With a soft rustling of rough fabrics, Dea is acknowledged within his presence.
She steps eeriely forth, long jade-colored clothing swaying. She's slurping up some coffee.
"What are you doing, Dib?" She carefully eyed the pictures on the small computer's screen.
Pictures of strange, monster-lookin' people in a dim, yet lively enviroment that she knew.
"What is that?"
"THIS," the boy began. "Is going to earn me a title among my Swollen Eyeball comrades!"
"Yes, so just exactly where is this?"
Dib beamed. "These are pictures I took recently while in a large hollow in the Earth, called the Underworld. I figured that since I'm not needed for any Zim-dooming, I'd work on this. I'm trying to write a report to go with these pictures."
"Oh. How fascinating..."
Dib noticed a slight unhappiness in Dea's tone. "What's wrong?"
"Wh- N-nothing. I... was just ..wondering if you'd want any help!"
"Nah, not really. I've got it under control. But I would like it if you'd stay and keep me company." Dib's smile twisted itself a little.
"I'd love to."
Gaz took this moment to walk into the scene.
"Hey, Gaz!" greeted Dea.
The sibling of Dib did not respond to the poltergeist, but then turned back with an eerie smile.
"It's windy today."
"Is it?" asked her brother.
"A storm's coming."
"A storm in the summer?" Dib scoffed.
"That's what I think, and you better hope so," Gaz replied, her grin fading.
Dib didn't like the sound of that. But before he could further question his sister, she walked off.
". . . . ."
Dea was unnerved by the silence of the place. ". . . Well, let's take a look at your pictures then, Dib!"
*** At the house of the Onyx Wing...
"Compy, you little, over-circuited, calculating beast!!" screamed Fausta as she dodged being hit by several of her books, which were being vacuum-sucked out of her quarters.
She stood up and shook her fists angrily. But then dropped back to the ground, nearly being smacked by the house's computer shooting out her desk.
"Shout all you want, imposter! Once the real mistress returns, we'll deal with you, mortal!" taunted the computer through unseen speakers.
"Sadly, I have orders from the master to eject all of Fausta's personal belongings at you. Feel honored!!"
Fausta bared her fangs, and growled at the house.
Humans walking by, looked very nervous. Afterall, they were seeing a short winged girl growling at a talking house like a dog, with thick books strewn everywhere.
The computer shot out another thing now to chase off the "imposter". Paper.
"My works!" Fausta gasped in dismay. She couldn't believe what had gotten into her cousin, telling the computer to toss all her stuff. He'd always been a bit mean, but THIS was CRUEL!
Countless pages covered in scribbles, writing, and sketches fluttered in the outside breeze-- the winds then carried them across the street and along the sidewalks. The area was soon blanketed in a thin covered of shivering white.
*** At Dib's
"Isn't it beautiful?" asked the Human.
"What? Your pictures?" asked the poltergeist, tapping her finger against the cold, bright screen.
Dib took a deep breath and shook his huge head.
"Not just that. Think about it. There's a whole other world just miles beneath our feet. The air is clean, unlike here."
A memory of Dib standing on the sidewalk appears in the Human's head. A car zooms by, choking the kiddie with a humongous cloud of smog. Then, a toxic acid-rain cloud showers over the Dib, causing the boy to gag on the chemical fumes.
"There's spiffy magic and stuff, also. Nothing like that on this outer Earth."
Another memory-- that of a Human magician with a wand, tapping his hat on stage. Frogs, cream cheese, and an antelope come out of the hat, but not a bunny rabbit. The magician is booed off
the stage, being pelted with messy tomatoes.
"The people there are so interesting too, and the only hobos there are in fairy tales!"
Dea fiddled with her chain pendant. "This Underworld can't be as perfect as you make it seem."
"Well, why not?"
"Because nobody's perfect," the spooky gal stated simply.
"But--"
"And noTHING is perfect." She took a sip of coffee, savoring the strong, sweet-bitter taste. "You just have not spent enough time in this place. You'll see. Every little place in this plane has its own uglinesses."
Dib frowned. "Why do you have to make it so gloomy, Dea? You don't know that. This right here," the Human said, pointing to the computer screen. "Is the Underworld. It's great. And that's the truth."
"It's not all of the truth, Dib. And I know that if you really wanted to, you could easily find a blemish in this utopian world of yours. Dib, before you send this information to your Swollen Eyeball authorities, I want you to do more research on this place. I want you to see its many scratches in 'perfection'. They're probably polished over somehow, though, and will take time to detect."
"Alright..., but Dea... do you know more about this place than I think you do..?"
"Don't be silly."
*** Somewhere
"Invader Scoodge!" called an irritated Irken, as she climbed out of her cruiser.
The squat male was still outside, but now had on some fancy gear and was watching expectantly.
"I have reason to believe that in that old spacial trash receptacle you landed in, you have a doomful missile capable of blowing up half the Earth. And that you plan to use it on Zim."
Tak paused.
"You know, I just know realize how ridiculous that sounds."
Scoodge shrugged. "But you're right."
". . . I was hoping I wasn't."
"Why not?"
Tak's violet eyes widened in surprise. "Scoodge, this planet is mine! I am going to win it from that moron Zim, and present it all prettied up in wrapping paper, and filled with snacks, to the Almighty Tallests!"
"Mmmmmmmmnope." There was now a laser in Scoodge's claws, pointed at his fellow Irken.
Tak bared her teeth in fury, but made no sudden movements. "Why destroy half of my gift to the Tallests!? Why not just Zim?!"
"Well, I've decided that I've had just about enough of kissing up to that vertically unchallenged duo of callous imbeciles, soldier! And I'm going to sabatoge Impending Doom II and get rid of any Irk-supporters, one soldier at a time. Then, I'm going back to Irk to wrap things up."
Tak's eyes narrowed, as she felt her instincts kicking in. Her mind was awash-- what should she do? Move, and possibly be shot? Or stand still and STILL possibly be shot? Oh, and she could fight back, and almost definitely be shot.
Why didn't she take her own laser out with her? What a foolish move.
Now, Scoodge was just about to pull the trigger, and Tak was just about to jump up and strike at him, when...
"ARRRRRRGHHHH!! Scoodge, could you get those for me!?!"
Fausta came huffing and puffing by, grabbing at random papers in the wind.
"C'mon! Scoodge! Tak! SOMEBODY help me!"
With this distraction, Tak grabbed at Scoodge's laser with her gloved talons, and sharply kicked with her booted feet.
Scoodge dropped in mild discomfort, and the two went growling and wrestling for control of the laser, the muzzle of which was pointing dangerously back and forth.
The clueless Wing now noticed the scuffle behind her.
"What are you guys doing? Why are you fighting??"
Now, as we IZ fans all more or less know, 'what' and 'why' are meaningless questions in the goo-filled world of Zim. A question asked in the jellyfish-like land of Invader Zim should go more like 'HUH?'. That's right. HUH??
A blast suddenly went off from the laser the two Irkens were wrestling over, and hit the watching Wing in the face.
"AHHH!!" The Wing toppled over in moderate pain. "You...JERKS...." she mumbled, facedown on the pavement.
GIR hopped beside Fausta, oblivious to Tak's and Scoodge's fight of life and death.
"Look, I got you your papers!" he shrieked, bursting with pride.
"Huh? Oh, thanks, GIR. You're such a good lil' robot." The Wing was about to stand back up, but decided she was safer on the ground. She took the pages.
The SIR just about 'sploaded with joy, and went over to where Tak and Scoodge were still fighting.
"OOOH!! GO TAKKY!! (Hehe.) AHOOOO! STRANGER, YAY! One, two, TACO!!!" he cheered both Irkens on.
Apparently, GIR has completely forgotten his orders from Zim.
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pureVENOM: Oh my. What shall happen in the very next chapter, I wonder. It's funny, how I plan out my story, and then as I'm writing it, huge masses and gobs of it change. So I never know what's going to happen either, really.
Did my readers like this chapter?? Yes, no, maybe, so-so???
Well, I think I know how I hurt my leg so badly last year. It must've been from my poor diet full of unhealthy and unbalanced food, and I was pushing myself too hard on the leg weights. I guess it made my leg bones weaker or something, and they were already damaged enough
from some stupid spinning accident before.
More Complaining about my School From Me--
Oh man, our school stinks, and most of the authorities are full o' crap. And I dunno WHAT is going on with my grades. I mean, look!-
P.E. Wght Trning; ..A-
Eng 2 H; ...........A-
Alg 2 Trig; ........DDDDDDDD
Bio Acc; ...........A-
Wrld Hist H; .......A- (might be lower now o.O;;;)
Frnch 2; ...........A (Hehe. That's a lot of 2s)
ARGH!! Does something stand out?? I wonder.
Anyway, I'm HAPPY to announce... that I just may continue to learn Latin from a respectable teacher with some friends! Yaaaay! I hope everything works out!
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Chapter XXIV: Doomy Doomy Stuff
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There comes many times in every one's life that they make large decisions, life-changing choices as well. It's just that some make more than others, and weirder ones than others.
At the moment, our Irken 'hero' races towards a formidable doomer, whom he has indirectly caused doom to, so many times before.
Zim versus Scoodge, or Zim against Tak. Who would win? Who COULD win? Did Tak and Scoodge not possess much greater skill than that of Zim's? Well, we just may see.
GIR, though he knew something big was up, could not help but sate his puerile self by oogling through the speeding craft's bubble-like windows, and making silly happy faces.
These little childish actions of the robot stopped abruptly as the ship he rode in with his master received a very sharp blow.
The small robot squealed loudly in shock, but Zim was silent, and their ship spun roughly to face and counter the offender.
"Master, you're so good at flying!!" cried the robot, who was splayed on his tiny back.
True, the Irken was an exceptional pilot, but most were anyway. Right now, Tak was readying her retaliation, another good, strong bash. Then, she'd probably rear up and fire lasers.
Tak made a tight circle round Zim's craft, trying to get behind him. But of course, Zimmy had no intention on letting her do that. 'Cause THAT would be bad.
The Zim slammed a fist onto a spot on his dashboard, opening up a communication link with his homicidal foe.
"Tak! Hey, hold on a second!" he cried out as her ship began to set its missiles.
Tak stopped her actions for a moment complying. Then she responded, "I gave you two. Now prepare for doom."
"AHHHHHHH!!" Zim started screaming in horrific horror. "AHHHHHHHH!!!!"
"Wh? I haven't even done anything to you yet!" said Tak, annoyed.
"Huh? Oh- oh yeah. Sorry."
"Quite alright."
"Now where was I?"
"You were just screaming hysterically for no reason."
"..." Zim blinked and made a dark look. "In ANY CASE, Tak. Do you realize that Scoodge is about to fire a BIG, crazy rocket capable of blowing half the planet into little filth chips, right at me??"
Tak's taloned hands left her ship's controls to curl into fists. "No! You lie...!" she hissed, not wanting to believe him.
"Nope. It's no lie."
"You fib!"
"FIB?? I don't even know what that means!"
Tak's glass-sharp eyes narrowed to a glowing ultraviolet. "Of course you don't..."
The would-be Irken elite held up a single forefinger. "Zim, just wait right there! I'm going to talk to Scoodge! And THEN I'm going to horribly disfigure you!"
Zim fake-grinned and saluted. Satisfied with that, Tak sped off, back where she'd flown from.
"Whew! I really didn't think it'd be that easy!" Zim wiped his forehead with a gloved hand. "What about you GIR?"
"CHICKENS!!! Hehehe!!"
"Riiight." Zim slapped his hands together, making a loud clap. "Now GIR, this is where you come in!" He opened up the windshield.
"In?? In where?? Are we goin' somewhere, Master??" GIR looked about, very eagerly.
"No, GIR."
"Awww..."
"But YOU are."
"YAAAAAY."
"I want you to follow Tak's ship, okay?"
GIR nodded in understanding, though that didn't really make Zim any more confident in the robot.
"Don't get in the way or be weird. Just follow Tak like a moose would follow a lamprey." The Irken said this sentence very dramatically.
"Do...you...understand...?"
"FREEEEEEEEZies!!" screeched GIR as he propelled himself through the open window.
The Ikren sighed. "Good enough, I suppose."
*** At the Dib's
Dib sipped at a cup of very green tea as he happily typed at his laptop with his free hand.
With a soft rustling of rough fabrics, Dea is acknowledged within his presence.
She steps eeriely forth, long jade-colored clothing swaying. She's slurping up some coffee.
"What are you doing, Dib?" She carefully eyed the pictures on the small computer's screen.
Pictures of strange, monster-lookin' people in a dim, yet lively enviroment that she knew.
"What is that?"
"THIS," the boy began. "Is going to earn me a title among my Swollen Eyeball comrades!"
"Yes, so just exactly where is this?"
Dib beamed. "These are pictures I took recently while in a large hollow in the Earth, called the Underworld. I figured that since I'm not needed for any Zim-dooming, I'd work on this. I'm trying to write a report to go with these pictures."
"Oh. How fascinating..."
Dib noticed a slight unhappiness in Dea's tone. "What's wrong?"
"Wh- N-nothing. I... was just ..wondering if you'd want any help!"
"Nah, not really. I've got it under control. But I would like it if you'd stay and keep me company." Dib's smile twisted itself a little.
"I'd love to."
Gaz took this moment to walk into the scene.
"Hey, Gaz!" greeted Dea.
The sibling of Dib did not respond to the poltergeist, but then turned back with an eerie smile.
"It's windy today."
"Is it?" asked her brother.
"A storm's coming."
"A storm in the summer?" Dib scoffed.
"That's what I think, and you better hope so," Gaz replied, her grin fading.
Dib didn't like the sound of that. But before he could further question his sister, she walked off.
". . . . ."
Dea was unnerved by the silence of the place. ". . . Well, let's take a look at your pictures then, Dib!"
*** At the house of the Onyx Wing...
"Compy, you little, over-circuited, calculating beast!!" screamed Fausta as she dodged being hit by several of her books, which were being vacuum-sucked out of her quarters.
She stood up and shook her fists angrily. But then dropped back to the ground, nearly being smacked by the house's computer shooting out her desk.
"Shout all you want, imposter! Once the real mistress returns, we'll deal with you, mortal!" taunted the computer through unseen speakers.
"Sadly, I have orders from the master to eject all of Fausta's personal belongings at you. Feel honored!!"
Fausta bared her fangs, and growled at the house.
Humans walking by, looked very nervous. Afterall, they were seeing a short winged girl growling at a talking house like a dog, with thick books strewn everywhere.
The computer shot out another thing now to chase off the "imposter". Paper.
"My works!" Fausta gasped in dismay. She couldn't believe what had gotten into her cousin, telling the computer to toss all her stuff. He'd always been a bit mean, but THIS was CRUEL!
Countless pages covered in scribbles, writing, and sketches fluttered in the outside breeze-- the winds then carried them across the street and along the sidewalks. The area was soon blanketed in a thin covered of shivering white.
*** At Dib's
"Isn't it beautiful?" asked the Human.
"What? Your pictures?" asked the poltergeist, tapping her finger against the cold, bright screen.
Dib took a deep breath and shook his huge head.
"Not just that. Think about it. There's a whole other world just miles beneath our feet. The air is clean, unlike here."
A memory of Dib standing on the sidewalk appears in the Human's head. A car zooms by, choking the kiddie with a humongous cloud of smog. Then, a toxic acid-rain cloud showers over the Dib, causing the boy to gag on the chemical fumes.
"There's spiffy magic and stuff, also. Nothing like that on this outer Earth."
Another memory-- that of a Human magician with a wand, tapping his hat on stage. Frogs, cream cheese, and an antelope come out of the hat, but not a bunny rabbit. The magician is booed off
the stage, being pelted with messy tomatoes.
"The people there are so interesting too, and the only hobos there are in fairy tales!"
Dea fiddled with her chain pendant. "This Underworld can't be as perfect as you make it seem."
"Well, why not?"
"Because nobody's perfect," the spooky gal stated simply.
"But--"
"And noTHING is perfect." She took a sip of coffee, savoring the strong, sweet-bitter taste. "You just have not spent enough time in this place. You'll see. Every little place in this plane has its own uglinesses."
Dib frowned. "Why do you have to make it so gloomy, Dea? You don't know that. This right here," the Human said, pointing to the computer screen. "Is the Underworld. It's great. And that's the truth."
"It's not all of the truth, Dib. And I know that if you really wanted to, you could easily find a blemish in this utopian world of yours. Dib, before you send this information to your Swollen Eyeball authorities, I want you to do more research on this place. I want you to see its many scratches in 'perfection'. They're probably polished over somehow, though, and will take time to detect."
"Alright..., but Dea... do you know more about this place than I think you do..?"
"Don't be silly."
*** Somewhere
"Invader Scoodge!" called an irritated Irken, as she climbed out of her cruiser.
The squat male was still outside, but now had on some fancy gear and was watching expectantly.
"I have reason to believe that in that old spacial trash receptacle you landed in, you have a doomful missile capable of blowing up half the Earth. And that you plan to use it on Zim."
Tak paused.
"You know, I just know realize how ridiculous that sounds."
Scoodge shrugged. "But you're right."
". . . I was hoping I wasn't."
"Why not?"
Tak's violet eyes widened in surprise. "Scoodge, this planet is mine! I am going to win it from that moron Zim, and present it all prettied up in wrapping paper, and filled with snacks, to the Almighty Tallests!"
"Mmmmmmmmnope." There was now a laser in Scoodge's claws, pointed at his fellow Irken.
Tak bared her teeth in fury, but made no sudden movements. "Why destroy half of my gift to the Tallests!? Why not just Zim?!"
"Well, I've decided that I've had just about enough of kissing up to that vertically unchallenged duo of callous imbeciles, soldier! And I'm going to sabatoge Impending Doom II and get rid of any Irk-supporters, one soldier at a time. Then, I'm going back to Irk to wrap things up."
Tak's eyes narrowed, as she felt her instincts kicking in. Her mind was awash-- what should she do? Move, and possibly be shot? Or stand still and STILL possibly be shot? Oh, and she could fight back, and almost definitely be shot.
Why didn't she take her own laser out with her? What a foolish move.
Now, Scoodge was just about to pull the trigger, and Tak was just about to jump up and strike at him, when...
"ARRRRRRGHHHH!! Scoodge, could you get those for me!?!"
Fausta came huffing and puffing by, grabbing at random papers in the wind.
"C'mon! Scoodge! Tak! SOMEBODY help me!"
With this distraction, Tak grabbed at Scoodge's laser with her gloved talons, and sharply kicked with her booted feet.
Scoodge dropped in mild discomfort, and the two went growling and wrestling for control of the laser, the muzzle of which was pointing dangerously back and forth.
The clueless Wing now noticed the scuffle behind her.
"What are you guys doing? Why are you fighting??"
Now, as we IZ fans all more or less know, 'what' and 'why' are meaningless questions in the goo-filled world of Zim. A question asked in the jellyfish-like land of Invader Zim should go more like 'HUH?'. That's right. HUH??
A blast suddenly went off from the laser the two Irkens were wrestling over, and hit the watching Wing in the face.
"AHHH!!" The Wing toppled over in moderate pain. "You...JERKS...." she mumbled, facedown on the pavement.
GIR hopped beside Fausta, oblivious to Tak's and Scoodge's fight of life and death.
"Look, I got you your papers!" he shrieked, bursting with pride.
"Huh? Oh, thanks, GIR. You're such a good lil' robot." The Wing was about to stand back up, but decided she was safer on the ground. She took the pages.
The SIR just about 'sploaded with joy, and went over to where Tak and Scoodge were still fighting.
"OOOH!! GO TAKKY!! (Hehe.) AHOOOO! STRANGER, YAY! One, two, TACO!!!" he cheered both Irkens on.
Apparently, GIR has completely forgotten his orders from Zim.
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pureVENOM: Oh my. What shall happen in the very next chapter, I wonder. It's funny, how I plan out my story, and then as I'm writing it, huge masses and gobs of it change. So I never know what's going to happen either, really.
Did my readers like this chapter?? Yes, no, maybe, so-so???