This story may be somewhat confusing to those who haven't seen "The Mothman
Prophecies." Or it might not be. At any rate, this was inspired by that
general idea.and for those of you who don't know, the Mothman is supposedly
a paranormal omen of death. A good website for information on the legend
of the Mothman is www.themothmanlives.com. And I'm rambling. Just read the
fic now. Review while you're at it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing! Nothing, I tell you! Wait a minute. Sid "Jiggy Cyclops" Jones is mine.
AGENT MOTHMAN
Chapter One: Fifteen Will Die
Ms. Bitters leered over the class like always, random cockroaches running through her hair. "Well, class, your hideous lesson for today does not require your textbooks. Instead we shall have a verbal lecture on the proper way to cope with Armageddon."
No one cared. Zim prodded a dead fly on his desk and Dib drew pictures of dissected aliens and crop circles. A random, foul-smelling child in the back of the class began picking her nose with one hand while twirling a lock of hair with the other. Keef's innards plopped out for no apparent reason and still no one seemed to notice anything. Sure, he turned blue in the face and requested assistance, but he gained no significant attention. It appeared as though he died rather quickly.
The day seemed to pass sooner than most. Dib joined Gaz afterward for the wordless walk home. Gaz was extremely intent on mastering Vampire Piggy Hunter for about the 111th time.
Upon entering his house, Dib ran to his computer and logged onto his secret Swollen Eyeball network. He had been distracted all day - it hadn't bothered him when Zim threatened him or someone commented on his oversized head. He only wanted to report a sighting.of something.that he'd experienced the night before while taking out the trash.
The black silhouette of an old man appeared on Dib's computer screen.
"Agent Dark Booty," began Dib, "this is Agent Mothman. Speaking of which, I need to report --"
"Let me guess. You saw the dark entity recently and it was line dancing with government officials from Area 51. Then it saw you and asked if it could come inside and discuss politics with you over a glass of orange juice. Finally it flew away to live with manta rays off the coast of Hawaii," ventured Agent Dark Booty.
"No." muttered Dib, slightly annoyed. "No it didn't. It --"
"The manta rays exploded, didn't they? DIDN'T THEY?!!"
"Stop interrupting me!"
"Sorry," replied Agent Dark Booty.
"Anyway, I was taking out the trash when I realized that something with two large red eyes was watching me from the other side of the street. I couldn't stop staring at it.and it made this screeching noise and simply took off."
"So you say it was the Mothman?"
"What else could it be?" asked Dib. "I'm going out again tonight with a camera to see if I can get any proof of its existence."
It was at this point in Dib's conversation with Agent Dark Booty that Gaz walked into the room, her arms folded and eyes glaring. "We're not going to Bloaty's Pizza Hog tonight," she muttered angrily, left eye twitching. "Dad had to cancel again."
"Gaz, can't you see I'm in the middle of a confidential conversation?" said Dib, irritated. He smelled smoke coming from somewhere, but felt his Mothman sighting report was more important at the moment.
"I don't care. Who'd wanna talk to you, anyway? Dad said to tell you that he won't be home until 1:11 this morning, so we're supposed to find something to eat for dinner."
"Yeah, yeah, that's great," replied Dib, dismissing his sister and returning his concentration to the topic of the Mothman apparition he'd glimpsed the night before. "Sorry about that, Agent Dark Booty. Anyway, when is the next Swollen Eyeball meeting? And could I show any photos I get of the Mothman?"
Gaz still hadn't left. With half a smile she said, "By the way, I tried making toast and started a fire in the kitchen." She then turned and walked away to continue her video game.
"This Saturday at nine o'clock P.M.?" said Dib, writing down the Swollen Eyeball meeting information. Then Gaz's words registered in his head. "Waitaminute --- I have to leave now. Agent Mothman out," he added hurriedly, not waiting for a response. He hurled himself down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he was greeted by flames consuming the counter and table.
~
Zim was busy in his labs deep beneath the earth's surface. He was trying to develop an army of one-legged moose to aid him in his latest plan for Earth's destruction. Needless to say, it was all going horribly. Several machines had blown up and still Zim had accomplished nothing. He was determined nonetheless, and kept attempting to mutate a strand of moose DNA to achieve the desired bad temperament and one-legged problem.
The machine that was supposed to generate this creature from a laser beam malfunctioned. It exploded instead.
Zim sighed, feeling defeated.
GIR was living the good life on the ground level, enjoying a Chocolate Bubble Gum Freezy and watching a marathon of the Scary Monkey Show. Man, he loved that scary monkey. He likely loved it more than any other being on the planet. The primate growled on the television screen.
"Whoo! Gotta love that monkey!" shouted GIR gleefully to no one in particular, before taking a long sip of Freezy.
Night had fallen. The phone rang. Zim was still underground working on his mutant moose army. GIR muted the TV and trotted over to the telephone, picking it up. "Hiiiii!!!"
There was nothing but static and screechy noises on the other end. GIR stood there anyway, with a blissful smile upon his metal face, nodding as though someone was telling him a very intriguing story. Finally it sounded like someone - or something - really was trying to speak.
The voice was nothing more than electrical impulses, creepy and malicious. "My name is Indrid Cold," the voice said.
"I love you too," replied GIR.
The voice started to slur and get lower in tone and pitch. "Horrible explosion."
"I love explosions," said GIR. "I would like six taquitos, a couple of warm, beany burritos, and some fajitas delivered to the house, please. I want a large Classic Poop with that." He hung up and trotted back to his comfortable seat in front of the television.
~
"Why didn't you help me with that fire?" Dib asked Gaz as he entered the living room hours later, having extinguished the flames.
"I had better things to do," replied Gaz.
"No, you didn't."
"Don't question me," she hissed, giving him a brief death glare before continuing the vampire piggy battle on her Game Slave 2.
"Alright then.I'll just go outside and see if the Mothman is there again." Dib backed out of the room and, with his trusty camera, ventured outside and waited by the spot he'd glimpsed the creature before. He could still hear Gaz's voice coming from an open window.
"You and your Mothman," she said. "Get a life, Dib. No one will believe you anyway."
"They will when I get proof it exists," mumbled Dib to himself, making sure the lens cap was off his camera.
~
A few blocks away, some old guy was taking a shower. He was enjoying it too, until he heard a voice talking to him, emanating from inside of the drain.
This man was simply known as Sid "Jiggy Cyclops" Jones. This happened to be a guy who scared easily and was frightened of nearly everything on the planet. He also suffered from delirium. (Author's Note: He was the brother of the old man in "Of Oddities and Goldfish Ghosts" who always had to experience exploding manta rays.) He screeched upon hearing this strange voice and clung to the shower curtains.
"No! Don't take me back to the vineyard, Paula! I'll be a good boy! I'll never shove lizards up my nostrils again!" Sid began crying as he tightened his grip on the shower curtain. He became further freaked out when he discovered that he wasn't crying normal tears, but instead tears of blood.
The voice in the shower drain started speaking slurred but comprehensible words. "Exxxplllode. Fifteeeen wiill die. Hideousss exxpllosionnn." (A/N: Again, to really understand the whole voice thing, go see "The Mothman Prophecies.")
Sid wanted nothing more at this point than to die. "NO! Back, you scary voice-thing! THE MARSHMALLOWS WANT ME!!!" With that said, he passed out.
~
Dib stared. The creature had returned. Its large, hubcap-like red eyes seemed to have a hypnotic affect on him. Dib shook his large head, clearing it, and prepared to take a few pictures. He tried to ignore the fact that he kept hearing a garbled voice in the back of his mind. But when the voice announced that an explosion causing fifteen deaths was going to happen, Dib couldn't put it aside anymore. He had to tell someone, if it would result in saving a few people.
~
Somewhere on the other side of the city, a party clown gone bad was setting fires and evading the police.
~
Well, that was chapter one. Yay. That might not have made much sense plot- wise, but it will eventually.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing! Nothing, I tell you! Wait a minute. Sid "Jiggy Cyclops" Jones is mine.
AGENT MOTHMAN
Chapter One: Fifteen Will Die
Ms. Bitters leered over the class like always, random cockroaches running through her hair. "Well, class, your hideous lesson for today does not require your textbooks. Instead we shall have a verbal lecture on the proper way to cope with Armageddon."
No one cared. Zim prodded a dead fly on his desk and Dib drew pictures of dissected aliens and crop circles. A random, foul-smelling child in the back of the class began picking her nose with one hand while twirling a lock of hair with the other. Keef's innards plopped out for no apparent reason and still no one seemed to notice anything. Sure, he turned blue in the face and requested assistance, but he gained no significant attention. It appeared as though he died rather quickly.
The day seemed to pass sooner than most. Dib joined Gaz afterward for the wordless walk home. Gaz was extremely intent on mastering Vampire Piggy Hunter for about the 111th time.
Upon entering his house, Dib ran to his computer and logged onto his secret Swollen Eyeball network. He had been distracted all day - it hadn't bothered him when Zim threatened him or someone commented on his oversized head. He only wanted to report a sighting.of something.that he'd experienced the night before while taking out the trash.
The black silhouette of an old man appeared on Dib's computer screen.
"Agent Dark Booty," began Dib, "this is Agent Mothman. Speaking of which, I need to report --"
"Let me guess. You saw the dark entity recently and it was line dancing with government officials from Area 51. Then it saw you and asked if it could come inside and discuss politics with you over a glass of orange juice. Finally it flew away to live with manta rays off the coast of Hawaii," ventured Agent Dark Booty.
"No." muttered Dib, slightly annoyed. "No it didn't. It --"
"The manta rays exploded, didn't they? DIDN'T THEY?!!"
"Stop interrupting me!"
"Sorry," replied Agent Dark Booty.
"Anyway, I was taking out the trash when I realized that something with two large red eyes was watching me from the other side of the street. I couldn't stop staring at it.and it made this screeching noise and simply took off."
"So you say it was the Mothman?"
"What else could it be?" asked Dib. "I'm going out again tonight with a camera to see if I can get any proof of its existence."
It was at this point in Dib's conversation with Agent Dark Booty that Gaz walked into the room, her arms folded and eyes glaring. "We're not going to Bloaty's Pizza Hog tonight," she muttered angrily, left eye twitching. "Dad had to cancel again."
"Gaz, can't you see I'm in the middle of a confidential conversation?" said Dib, irritated. He smelled smoke coming from somewhere, but felt his Mothman sighting report was more important at the moment.
"I don't care. Who'd wanna talk to you, anyway? Dad said to tell you that he won't be home until 1:11 this morning, so we're supposed to find something to eat for dinner."
"Yeah, yeah, that's great," replied Dib, dismissing his sister and returning his concentration to the topic of the Mothman apparition he'd glimpsed the night before. "Sorry about that, Agent Dark Booty. Anyway, when is the next Swollen Eyeball meeting? And could I show any photos I get of the Mothman?"
Gaz still hadn't left. With half a smile she said, "By the way, I tried making toast and started a fire in the kitchen." She then turned and walked away to continue her video game.
"This Saturday at nine o'clock P.M.?" said Dib, writing down the Swollen Eyeball meeting information. Then Gaz's words registered in his head. "Waitaminute --- I have to leave now. Agent Mothman out," he added hurriedly, not waiting for a response. He hurled himself down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he was greeted by flames consuming the counter and table.
~
Zim was busy in his labs deep beneath the earth's surface. He was trying to develop an army of one-legged moose to aid him in his latest plan for Earth's destruction. Needless to say, it was all going horribly. Several machines had blown up and still Zim had accomplished nothing. He was determined nonetheless, and kept attempting to mutate a strand of moose DNA to achieve the desired bad temperament and one-legged problem.
The machine that was supposed to generate this creature from a laser beam malfunctioned. It exploded instead.
Zim sighed, feeling defeated.
GIR was living the good life on the ground level, enjoying a Chocolate Bubble Gum Freezy and watching a marathon of the Scary Monkey Show. Man, he loved that scary monkey. He likely loved it more than any other being on the planet. The primate growled on the television screen.
"Whoo! Gotta love that monkey!" shouted GIR gleefully to no one in particular, before taking a long sip of Freezy.
Night had fallen. The phone rang. Zim was still underground working on his mutant moose army. GIR muted the TV and trotted over to the telephone, picking it up. "Hiiiii!!!"
There was nothing but static and screechy noises on the other end. GIR stood there anyway, with a blissful smile upon his metal face, nodding as though someone was telling him a very intriguing story. Finally it sounded like someone - or something - really was trying to speak.
The voice was nothing more than electrical impulses, creepy and malicious. "My name is Indrid Cold," the voice said.
"I love you too," replied GIR.
The voice started to slur and get lower in tone and pitch. "Horrible explosion."
"I love explosions," said GIR. "I would like six taquitos, a couple of warm, beany burritos, and some fajitas delivered to the house, please. I want a large Classic Poop with that." He hung up and trotted back to his comfortable seat in front of the television.
~
"Why didn't you help me with that fire?" Dib asked Gaz as he entered the living room hours later, having extinguished the flames.
"I had better things to do," replied Gaz.
"No, you didn't."
"Don't question me," she hissed, giving him a brief death glare before continuing the vampire piggy battle on her Game Slave 2.
"Alright then.I'll just go outside and see if the Mothman is there again." Dib backed out of the room and, with his trusty camera, ventured outside and waited by the spot he'd glimpsed the creature before. He could still hear Gaz's voice coming from an open window.
"You and your Mothman," she said. "Get a life, Dib. No one will believe you anyway."
"They will when I get proof it exists," mumbled Dib to himself, making sure the lens cap was off his camera.
~
A few blocks away, some old guy was taking a shower. He was enjoying it too, until he heard a voice talking to him, emanating from inside of the drain.
This man was simply known as Sid "Jiggy Cyclops" Jones. This happened to be a guy who scared easily and was frightened of nearly everything on the planet. He also suffered from delirium. (Author's Note: He was the brother of the old man in "Of Oddities and Goldfish Ghosts" who always had to experience exploding manta rays.) He screeched upon hearing this strange voice and clung to the shower curtains.
"No! Don't take me back to the vineyard, Paula! I'll be a good boy! I'll never shove lizards up my nostrils again!" Sid began crying as he tightened his grip on the shower curtain. He became further freaked out when he discovered that he wasn't crying normal tears, but instead tears of blood.
The voice in the shower drain started speaking slurred but comprehensible words. "Exxxplllode. Fifteeeen wiill die. Hideousss exxpllosionnn." (A/N: Again, to really understand the whole voice thing, go see "The Mothman Prophecies.")
Sid wanted nothing more at this point than to die. "NO! Back, you scary voice-thing! THE MARSHMALLOWS WANT ME!!!" With that said, he passed out.
~
Dib stared. The creature had returned. Its large, hubcap-like red eyes seemed to have a hypnotic affect on him. Dib shook his large head, clearing it, and prepared to take a few pictures. He tried to ignore the fact that he kept hearing a garbled voice in the back of his mind. But when the voice announced that an explosion causing fifteen deaths was going to happen, Dib couldn't put it aside anymore. He had to tell someone, if it would result in saving a few people.
~
Somewhere on the other side of the city, a party clown gone bad was setting fires and evading the police.
~
Well, that was chapter one. Yay. That might not have made much sense plot- wise, but it will eventually.