And here is my part two for this story. it is 10:43pm which is a little
early for me to be writing, but I will most likely be writing on this all
night. My JtHM's finally came. so that made this day just 'extra' good and
put me in one of those moods. I'm crediting this all to Jhonen Vasquez. May
he write more JtHM's in the near future.
Oh and as in the last one ' means thoughts.
*goes back to playing with Jhonen's toys*
Zim the Homicidal Irken~
'I can't believe I have to feed a fucking wall. I do like killing these people. They really deserve it, but this is just too much. Shit, why the fuck is this world so backwards? I don't know how much longer I can take all this. I really wish I had another Brainfreezy right now. Heh... maybe I'll go get one before finding some people to maim. Yeah, that sounds good.'
Zim walked away from his house and towards the 24/7. Nearing his destination, he heard a shuffling coming from an alley. He turned his head to look for the sound's source.
"Kids shouldn't be out at night little boy. It's dangerous" a shadowy looking figure stated. Zim looked up at him as he stepped out of the alley, obstructing Zim's path. "You really should be at home instead of on the streets all alone heh."
"Could you move? You're in my way." The man stepped closer to Zim.
"Awe. are you afraid little boy? Just come over here with me."
"I was just trying to." Before Zim could finish his statement, the man grabbed him by the arm and began to yank him into the alleyway. Zim scowled as he tried to jerk his arm free of the grasp.
"Come on kid..." the man said while pulling on Zim's arm. Zim reached into his pocket and took out a taser which he used to shock the man unconscious. He looked down at the body which lay on the pavement in front of him. A large grin came across his face as he dragged the man back to his home and strapped him in one of his torture devices of doom. Once he had properly secured his victim, he thought back to why he had gone out.
"Oh yeah. Brainfreezy!" Zim said as he swiftly exited the room to venture back outside. This time his trip to the store wasn't disrupted and he made it there without any hindrance. He went for the machine to get his Freezy only to see a little red light flashing on it.
"Oh my God! Defrost?!! (this happened to me today)" Zim said as he realized what it meant. A single tear trailed its way down his face and he looked around the store.
"You!" he yelled, pointing to the clerk that sat behind the front desk. "How long will this 'defrost' last?"
"Hell, I don't know kid, maybe thirty minutes or so."
"But I want it Now! Not thirty minutes from now." Zim, at this point, was standing on the counter and yelling in the clerk's face. "I already had to wait because of some asshole who tried to jump me in an alleyway and now This?!"
"Hey hold on kid, just get something else!"
"Something else? I don't want anything else! I've had a pretty fucked up day you know; I found out that this world is full of nothing more than a bunch of desensitized fucks, skool is actually a torture/brainwashing center for the youth of the nation, and on top of that I have to keep a FUCKING WALL WET!!"
"What about a Fiz Wiz instead?" the clerk asked desperately as he pointed at the product. Zim jerked his head around to see what the man was pointing at.
"Ooooooh! Fiz Wiz! Fiz Wiz!" Zim giddily hopped off the counter and grabbed a cherry one. He returned holding out the money to pay for it. Disturbed, the clerk looked oddly at Zim as he rung up the sale. Zim exited the store and pondered venturing further into the city. He ultimately decided that he should check out the town in order to find out more about this world, but was soon disappointed in his decision as he found himself lost.
'Now where the fuck am I? Didn't I just pass that street with the dancing rats five minutes ago?' Zim looked at the odd little rats as they danced away. 'Shit.' Zim continued to walk until he saw a woman standing under a broken streetlight.
"Excuse me. I don't suppose you would know the way out would you?" he asked politely.
"What's the matter? Can't find your way home to mommy little green kid?" she said gruffly. He stared at her for a moment.
'People of this world can be so rude. I think I'm almost getting used to this sort of thing.'
"Poor little baby. Hahahahaha!" she laughed. Zim growled through gritted teeth.
"All I wanted was a little information!" Zim yelled as he drew a pair of knives and slashed the woman's legs. "That's all! Now, how do I get the fuck out of this damn city?!" She screamed and began to crawl away as best she could with her injuries. "No no. don't you fucking go yet! I'm still talking to you! Now which way?!" Zim stalked over to her and held the blade to her throat threateningly.
"O.over there!" she managed to say as she shakily pointed out the direction. Zim grinned.
"That's a good girl." He said as he prepared to slice the blade across her neck.
"Aren't you going to let me go?" she questioned as she looked into his eyes.
"Let you go? Oh no, you have shown me that any time the thought that humans are a superior race crosses my mind, I should kill myself for being so naïve. You see, you're just like all the other balls of filth on this planet and truly deserve to die. That's why I can't let you go."
"But I'm really sorry. You could."
"Sorry? Sorry! You're sorry all right. Sorry that you said it to my face!" Zim said as he thrust the blade deep into his victim's neck, making a squishing noise and splattering blood on the ground.
"What a waste. I could have used that on the wall." Zim said as he walked in the direction of home. He made it there, finally, after another encounter with a group of people that reminded him just how much he was beginning to hate this planet. After securing them in their new homes, Zim made his way back upstairs to the living room.
"How was your night on the town?" Mr. Pork asked happily.
"I'm thinking about going back." Zim replied. "I hate this place."
"What do you mean go back? You wouldn't want to go back to that room where they had you locked up like some kind of head case would you?"
"At least things were familiar there. Here, I don't know up from down."
"Now there's an idea. go back. You know, I really like that idea. Maybe you should." Psycho Mooseboy stated.
"Have you given up all hope on this place completely?" Naildoggy asked.
"Yes."
"Look, just give it one more day. Maybe things will be better." Zim sighed.
The next morning, Zim stepped out into the oppressive sun to begin his walk to the skool. He wanted nothing more than to mercilessly slaughter his entire class, especially that insidious Dib, but he still feared what could happen in that place. He always felt watched. Zim could wait until the skool day was done before continuing what he had begun the day before with that pest. He grinned at the thought of what he could do once he captured his victim, but scowled as the thought of feeding his victim's blood to the wall came into his mind. That wall still haunted his memory and he couldn't shake the fear that he had associated with that thing behind it. Still, he had to feed it. Zim shook the thought from his head as he rounded the corner of his block.
Dib watched nervously from the window of his house as the insane alien disappeared from his view.
"Dib, you're going to be late." Gaz said.
"I'm coming Gaz. I just don't want to run into that alien. He tried to kill me you know." Dib said as he left the house with his sister. She seemed to have gotten over her anger from the previous day.
"That alien? You have serious problems Dib." Gaz replied as she turned on her Game Slave.
"I don't want to get chopped into itty bitty bits and be experimented on."
"Shh. I'm playing this." Gaz said as she went into 'play mode'. Dib sighed to himself as he followed his sister towards their skool.
Through most of the day Dib was wary of Zim's every move, afraid that if Zim wasn't having an idea involving his demise that it was a plan to enslave the human race. Zim tried his best to ignore the pesky Dib. What he had planned was good enough to wait on, but it wasn't easy to ignore his other classmates. They got on his last nerve and he began to plot out their deaths as he waited on the day to end.
When the final bell rang, Dib looked across the classroom to his enemy, but was surprised to see he had already exited the room. He nervously grabbed his book bag and left the room.
'Zim must have planned something.' Dib thought to himself as he walked out of the building. Paranoia started to set in as Dib walked home. He constantly turned and watched his back as he felt he was being followed. Every sound made him jump and he hoped all his suspicions were in his head.
Zim watched his prey from afar. He was very good at following people undetected. Zim giggled as his meticulous plotting began to unfold before him, but he started to get the feeling that 'he' was being followed. Zim turned around only to see a very disturbing looking Chihuahua (and you all know which Chihuahua) staring at him. He tried to ignore it and return his attention to Dib, but took a forced look back; the dog was gone. Zim sighed in relief as he continued his pursuit. A little ways along, Zim got that feeling once again. and glanced back. There it was. that same fucking dog. It stared at him and began walking forward. Zim panicked and took a few steps back. It continued walking towards him. Zim looked at his victim and looked back to the dog as he began to panic.
"IT KNOWS!!" Zim yelled as he ran from the dog. Dib was startled by the yelling and turned around to see Zim running straight at him. Frozen in fear, he began to scream. Zim whizzed past him and continued down the block as Dib remained stationary, trying to regain his senses.
"Well that was strange." Dib said finally.
Zim ran for home base as fast as his legs could carry him. Once there, he flung open the door and slammed it shut behind him as he panted for breath.
"What's the matter Zim?" Naildoggy asked.
"The damn thing knew!" Zim said. "I'm getting off this fucking planet right now!" And with that, Zim made a dash up the stairs to the attic area where his cruiser was. He hit several buttons on the side of it, trying to make the door open; he got no response. He began to hit the buttons menacingly, only to find that there was still no response.
"Dammit! Those bastards tricked me! They weren't sending me off on any mission! They were just trying to get rid of me! Those assholes!" Zim ranted as he went directly to the first of the underground levels. Hot tears began to stream down his face as he clicked away at the keys on a rather large panel. He wiped them away as he stared up at the view panel before him. His leaders appeared on the screen.
"You stupid fucks! You sent me here to die didn't you?!" Zim said aggressively. Purple suppressed a laugh as Red tried to speak.
"Heheh... so you figured out our little joke? We thought it would take you at least a month or so to do it!"
"You lying sacks of Shit what sort of twisted humor is this to you?! How is my life a joke?!"
"Come on Zim, it's always been a joke. Was it ever anything else?"
"I swear if I ever find a way off this planet, I am going to hunt you down and torture you to death."
"You already tried that remember?" Purple said while wiping away a tear of his own.
"Look, you've got that whole little planet to yourself to do whatever you want so stop sniveling like a little baby." Red said.
"Heheh. We're going to block your transmissions now, so don't even try to contact us."
"Bye now! Have a good life!" And with those final words from the tallest, the screen went black. Zim stared at it for a moment as the tears he was unable to stop began to flow. He numbly returned to the living room and curled up on the sofa.
"Zim, what's wrong?" Naildoggy asked.
"All a fucking lie. and now I'm trapped here." Zim said.
"Oh pooh, why don't you go kill yourself?" Mooseboy said. Zim looked up at Psycho Mooseboy.
"That's it. they can't keep me from the stars. I'll beat them." Zim said as he drew his knife and held it to his wrist.
"Wait, don't!" Naildoggy and Mr. Pork yelled out at the same time.
"This isn't beating them! You'd only be making them win!" Naildoggy yelled.
"Don't take this out on yourself. Go find a deserving victim and take it out on them. They are the ones that deserve to die!" Pork added. Zim shakily held the blade steady for another moment before casting it away.
"Fuck" he said as he gripped his legs in to his chest and cried.
The End. for now.
And so ends part two of my insane little story. I hope you people are enjoying this stuff it is now 2:14am and although I really don't want to stop now, this is all my creative juices have conjured. so please review me. I need the feedback in any way. ooh. this part's not as long as the last part. which I had no fucking clue was that long until I posted it. heh... now review.. 8}
Zim the Homicidal Irken~
'I can't believe I have to feed a fucking wall. I do like killing these people. They really deserve it, but this is just too much. Shit, why the fuck is this world so backwards? I don't know how much longer I can take all this. I really wish I had another Brainfreezy right now. Heh... maybe I'll go get one before finding some people to maim. Yeah, that sounds good.'
Zim walked away from his house and towards the 24/7. Nearing his destination, he heard a shuffling coming from an alley. He turned his head to look for the sound's source.
"Kids shouldn't be out at night little boy. It's dangerous" a shadowy looking figure stated. Zim looked up at him as he stepped out of the alley, obstructing Zim's path. "You really should be at home instead of on the streets all alone heh."
"Could you move? You're in my way." The man stepped closer to Zim.
"Awe. are you afraid little boy? Just come over here with me."
"I was just trying to." Before Zim could finish his statement, the man grabbed him by the arm and began to yank him into the alleyway. Zim scowled as he tried to jerk his arm free of the grasp.
"Come on kid..." the man said while pulling on Zim's arm. Zim reached into his pocket and took out a taser which he used to shock the man unconscious. He looked down at the body which lay on the pavement in front of him. A large grin came across his face as he dragged the man back to his home and strapped him in one of his torture devices of doom. Once he had properly secured his victim, he thought back to why he had gone out.
"Oh yeah. Brainfreezy!" Zim said as he swiftly exited the room to venture back outside. This time his trip to the store wasn't disrupted and he made it there without any hindrance. He went for the machine to get his Freezy only to see a little red light flashing on it.
"Oh my God! Defrost?!! (this happened to me today)" Zim said as he realized what it meant. A single tear trailed its way down his face and he looked around the store.
"You!" he yelled, pointing to the clerk that sat behind the front desk. "How long will this 'defrost' last?"
"Hell, I don't know kid, maybe thirty minutes or so."
"But I want it Now! Not thirty minutes from now." Zim, at this point, was standing on the counter and yelling in the clerk's face. "I already had to wait because of some asshole who tried to jump me in an alleyway and now This?!"
"Hey hold on kid, just get something else!"
"Something else? I don't want anything else! I've had a pretty fucked up day you know; I found out that this world is full of nothing more than a bunch of desensitized fucks, skool is actually a torture/brainwashing center for the youth of the nation, and on top of that I have to keep a FUCKING WALL WET!!"
"What about a Fiz Wiz instead?" the clerk asked desperately as he pointed at the product. Zim jerked his head around to see what the man was pointing at.
"Ooooooh! Fiz Wiz! Fiz Wiz!" Zim giddily hopped off the counter and grabbed a cherry one. He returned holding out the money to pay for it. Disturbed, the clerk looked oddly at Zim as he rung up the sale. Zim exited the store and pondered venturing further into the city. He ultimately decided that he should check out the town in order to find out more about this world, but was soon disappointed in his decision as he found himself lost.
'Now where the fuck am I? Didn't I just pass that street with the dancing rats five minutes ago?' Zim looked at the odd little rats as they danced away. 'Shit.' Zim continued to walk until he saw a woman standing under a broken streetlight.
"Excuse me. I don't suppose you would know the way out would you?" he asked politely.
"What's the matter? Can't find your way home to mommy little green kid?" she said gruffly. He stared at her for a moment.
'People of this world can be so rude. I think I'm almost getting used to this sort of thing.'
"Poor little baby. Hahahahaha!" she laughed. Zim growled through gritted teeth.
"All I wanted was a little information!" Zim yelled as he drew a pair of knives and slashed the woman's legs. "That's all! Now, how do I get the fuck out of this damn city?!" She screamed and began to crawl away as best she could with her injuries. "No no. don't you fucking go yet! I'm still talking to you! Now which way?!" Zim stalked over to her and held the blade to her throat threateningly.
"O.over there!" she managed to say as she shakily pointed out the direction. Zim grinned.
"That's a good girl." He said as he prepared to slice the blade across her neck.
"Aren't you going to let me go?" she questioned as she looked into his eyes.
"Let you go? Oh no, you have shown me that any time the thought that humans are a superior race crosses my mind, I should kill myself for being so naïve. You see, you're just like all the other balls of filth on this planet and truly deserve to die. That's why I can't let you go."
"But I'm really sorry. You could."
"Sorry? Sorry! You're sorry all right. Sorry that you said it to my face!" Zim said as he thrust the blade deep into his victim's neck, making a squishing noise and splattering blood on the ground.
"What a waste. I could have used that on the wall." Zim said as he walked in the direction of home. He made it there, finally, after another encounter with a group of people that reminded him just how much he was beginning to hate this planet. After securing them in their new homes, Zim made his way back upstairs to the living room.
"How was your night on the town?" Mr. Pork asked happily.
"I'm thinking about going back." Zim replied. "I hate this place."
"What do you mean go back? You wouldn't want to go back to that room where they had you locked up like some kind of head case would you?"
"At least things were familiar there. Here, I don't know up from down."
"Now there's an idea. go back. You know, I really like that idea. Maybe you should." Psycho Mooseboy stated.
"Have you given up all hope on this place completely?" Naildoggy asked.
"Yes."
"Look, just give it one more day. Maybe things will be better." Zim sighed.
The next morning, Zim stepped out into the oppressive sun to begin his walk to the skool. He wanted nothing more than to mercilessly slaughter his entire class, especially that insidious Dib, but he still feared what could happen in that place. He always felt watched. Zim could wait until the skool day was done before continuing what he had begun the day before with that pest. He grinned at the thought of what he could do once he captured his victim, but scowled as the thought of feeding his victim's blood to the wall came into his mind. That wall still haunted his memory and he couldn't shake the fear that he had associated with that thing behind it. Still, he had to feed it. Zim shook the thought from his head as he rounded the corner of his block.
Dib watched nervously from the window of his house as the insane alien disappeared from his view.
"Dib, you're going to be late." Gaz said.
"I'm coming Gaz. I just don't want to run into that alien. He tried to kill me you know." Dib said as he left the house with his sister. She seemed to have gotten over her anger from the previous day.
"That alien? You have serious problems Dib." Gaz replied as she turned on her Game Slave.
"I don't want to get chopped into itty bitty bits and be experimented on."
"Shh. I'm playing this." Gaz said as she went into 'play mode'. Dib sighed to himself as he followed his sister towards their skool.
Through most of the day Dib was wary of Zim's every move, afraid that if Zim wasn't having an idea involving his demise that it was a plan to enslave the human race. Zim tried his best to ignore the pesky Dib. What he had planned was good enough to wait on, but it wasn't easy to ignore his other classmates. They got on his last nerve and he began to plot out their deaths as he waited on the day to end.
When the final bell rang, Dib looked across the classroom to his enemy, but was surprised to see he had already exited the room. He nervously grabbed his book bag and left the room.
'Zim must have planned something.' Dib thought to himself as he walked out of the building. Paranoia started to set in as Dib walked home. He constantly turned and watched his back as he felt he was being followed. Every sound made him jump and he hoped all his suspicions were in his head.
Zim watched his prey from afar. He was very good at following people undetected. Zim giggled as his meticulous plotting began to unfold before him, but he started to get the feeling that 'he' was being followed. Zim turned around only to see a very disturbing looking Chihuahua (and you all know which Chihuahua) staring at him. He tried to ignore it and return his attention to Dib, but took a forced look back; the dog was gone. Zim sighed in relief as he continued his pursuit. A little ways along, Zim got that feeling once again. and glanced back. There it was. that same fucking dog. It stared at him and began walking forward. Zim panicked and took a few steps back. It continued walking towards him. Zim looked at his victim and looked back to the dog as he began to panic.
"IT KNOWS!!" Zim yelled as he ran from the dog. Dib was startled by the yelling and turned around to see Zim running straight at him. Frozen in fear, he began to scream. Zim whizzed past him and continued down the block as Dib remained stationary, trying to regain his senses.
"Well that was strange." Dib said finally.
Zim ran for home base as fast as his legs could carry him. Once there, he flung open the door and slammed it shut behind him as he panted for breath.
"What's the matter Zim?" Naildoggy asked.
"The damn thing knew!" Zim said. "I'm getting off this fucking planet right now!" And with that, Zim made a dash up the stairs to the attic area where his cruiser was. He hit several buttons on the side of it, trying to make the door open; he got no response. He began to hit the buttons menacingly, only to find that there was still no response.
"Dammit! Those bastards tricked me! They weren't sending me off on any mission! They were just trying to get rid of me! Those assholes!" Zim ranted as he went directly to the first of the underground levels. Hot tears began to stream down his face as he clicked away at the keys on a rather large panel. He wiped them away as he stared up at the view panel before him. His leaders appeared on the screen.
"You stupid fucks! You sent me here to die didn't you?!" Zim said aggressively. Purple suppressed a laugh as Red tried to speak.
"Heheh... so you figured out our little joke? We thought it would take you at least a month or so to do it!"
"You lying sacks of Shit what sort of twisted humor is this to you?! How is my life a joke?!"
"Come on Zim, it's always been a joke. Was it ever anything else?"
"I swear if I ever find a way off this planet, I am going to hunt you down and torture you to death."
"You already tried that remember?" Purple said while wiping away a tear of his own.
"Look, you've got that whole little planet to yourself to do whatever you want so stop sniveling like a little baby." Red said.
"Heheh. We're going to block your transmissions now, so don't even try to contact us."
"Bye now! Have a good life!" And with those final words from the tallest, the screen went black. Zim stared at it for a moment as the tears he was unable to stop began to flow. He numbly returned to the living room and curled up on the sofa.
"Zim, what's wrong?" Naildoggy asked.
"All a fucking lie. and now I'm trapped here." Zim said.
"Oh pooh, why don't you go kill yourself?" Mooseboy said. Zim looked up at Psycho Mooseboy.
"That's it. they can't keep me from the stars. I'll beat them." Zim said as he drew his knife and held it to his wrist.
"Wait, don't!" Naildoggy and Mr. Pork yelled out at the same time.
"This isn't beating them! You'd only be making them win!" Naildoggy yelled.
"Don't take this out on yourself. Go find a deserving victim and take it out on them. They are the ones that deserve to die!" Pork added. Zim shakily held the blade steady for another moment before casting it away.
"Fuck" he said as he gripped his legs in to his chest and cried.
The End. for now.
And so ends part two of my insane little story. I hope you people are enjoying this stuff it is now 2:14am and although I really don't want to stop now, this is all my creative juices have conjured. so please review me. I need the feedback in any way. ooh. this part's not as long as the last part. which I had no fucking clue was that long until I posted it. heh... now review.. 8}