SCARY DOOM AND OTHER
SCARY STUFF
by NUTZY MEGAN
I OWN NOTHING!!!!!!
(A/N: hi! I'm writing a story (duh) because i've had three sodas!!!!! YAY!!!!! oh and one more thing!! this story is from the POV of Zim, oook? ON WITH THE FIC!!!!!!!!)
There was an explosion, had Dib finally destroyed me? My head was aching and my antenna were twisted, I could barely get to my feet, but I painfully did. I was still outside of my base, where I had been when that insane Dib-monkey threw a 'alien rendering' bomb at me. I looked up to face Dib, but, he wasn't there! Had the bomb backfired on him? I smiled at the thought of Dib blown to little pieces. Probably not, there was no mangled body or little hunks of flesh, awww, darn.
I went back to my base to clean myself up. I had just shut the door, when I saw Dib in the living room, with a psycho smile on his face. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU PATHETIC EARTH STINK?!!?" I yelled at Dib. He only answered "YAY!!!! I'M PATHETIC!!!!!!!". That was weird. I decided to ask him an other question, "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH GIR?!". "THAT'S ME!!!" he simply replied while running around in a little circle. I didn't know, was Dib really Gir? Or was this another one of Dib's plans to get into my base? I will ask him things only Gir would know.
"ok GIR, how many rubber piggies do you have?"
Dib's usually amber pupils went red as he answered, creepy. "395,654" he said obediently.
Umm... that was just a good guess.
"What did you replace you guidance chip with that one time?"
"Oh! You mean the guidy chippy thingy? I made room for the cupcake!!! I miss my cup cake though..."
Ok, only Gir would know that. Ether the blast from that bomb fused Gir into Dib's body, or it made Dib go crazyer than he already was.
But what happened to the real Dib?
I'm not sure...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! I DRANK ALL MY SODA!!!!!!!!!
gets up and gets an other* YAY!!! * slurps soda* HOW IS IT SO FAR?!?! PWEEEEZ R+R!! PWEEEEEEEZ SANTA, PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ????