And here I start on my part 5. This is fun! Anyway, I'm plotting and
stuff... found out that my backorder Squee is shipping on the 23, which
means it'll be here on the 24, which is when I'm scheduled to take the GED,
oh well. I'll get it the next day I suppose. ON WITH THE FIC! Oh yeah, I
lack ownership of all except this page *points* my words are my words and
thems are my words.
ZIM the hOmiCIdAL irKeN (look psycho writing)
'A skool day' Zim thought as 7:30am rolled around. He rubbed his eyes which began to feel scratchy. It was at this point that Zim realized he had failed to remove his contacts that night. He winced at the thought of suffering with these things on the entire time he was at skool. "Damn Lenses."
Zim walked out into the bright sun. His eyes teared up in pain as he squinted in the oppressive light. It was almost impossible for him to see anything more than his path. This was a lucky thing for Dib who had started off for skool earlier than usual. Zim caught up to him about two blocks from their destination but was unable to notice his enemy due to the vision impairment.
'There is no way I'm going to last all day like this.' Then, an ingenious plan came to Zim's mind. 'I'll take them out. Maybe if I squint, no one will be able to notice!' He was desperate for release and quickly shed his lenses once he made it to his seat. So far so good. Mrs. Bitters began to teach her lesson of doom as Dib stared over at Zim. He had become immersed in his little comic world and was drawing the next panel.
"Zim?" Mrs. Bitters said as Zim realized she was looming over his shoulder.
"Yes?" he asked, looking up at her. He realized the mistake the second he committed it.
"You've got pinkeye! Report to the nurse!" she screeched as she placed a band around his wrist. "That's the hall pass. It will make sure you lose your hand if you even try to leave campus." Zim cursed himself for taking such a risk.
"You don't have human organs Zim. The nurse will know you're an alien!" Dib yelled from his seat. Zim gave him a dirty look before entering the hall.
"No more chances, these things have to go back on." He shoved the scratchy lenses into his eyes. 'I don't have those organs. Will they notice?' he thought as he watched Dirge leave his class, heading for the bathroom. "When opportunity knocks..." Zim grinned slyly as he crept up behind the boy.
"Hiya Zim!" an odd boy with a rainbow on his shirt said. This made Zim jump a mile. "I'm Keef. You want to be my buddy? Huh? We can be best friends!" Zim's eye twitched as he watched his victim make it safely to the bathroom.
"Yeah, sure." Zim said deadpan looking at spot where Dirge had disappeared. "Say, buddy... I've got something we can do... just come with me." he said as sweetly as possible.
"Oh really Zim? We're going to have so much fun!"
"Yes, yes we are." He said as he motioned to the bathroom door. Keef entered with Zim happily following. "Alright boys." He said, getting Dirge's attention "You get to help me out. Won't that be fun?"
"Hey, wanna see something neat?" Dirge said as he bent down to untie his shoe. Zim was immediately freaked out, grabbed the knife from his boot and stabbed quickly as Keef stared in shock as a small gasp escaped his lips. Zim looked up from his work with bloodshot eyes.
"Zim...yyou just..." Keef stuttered as he began to back towards the door. Zim attacked, slitting his throat to silence his weak squeak of protest.
"Now for the fun part..."
About ten minutes later, Zim made his way to the nurse's office. Upon the wall were some directions to various departments. These included: head pigeons, pencil lodged in brain, someone put shit in my pants, and head explodey. He looked up to the woman sitting at the desk. She looked down at him while squeaking a little skeleton toy off and on.
"Hi! Do you feel bad little boy? Is that why you're here? Talk to spooky!" she immediately shoved the toy in Zim's face and squeaked it twice. Zim shoved the toy away as his right eye twitched slightly.
"My eyes hurt." He said blandly.
"You wear contacts?"
"Uhm, yeah."
"Try this!" she once again shoved an object into Zim's face. He shifted to the side and eyed the new item curiously.
"Saline?"
"Myep, now go back to class little boy." She squeaked the toy a few more times as Zim accepted the eye drops. He walked away from the disturbing girl at the desk and returned to the bathroom. Upon entering, he expelled the grotesque organs.
"That was sickening. She didn't even check to see if I had human organs." He looked down at the two boys' corpses, then opened the liquid substance and began dripping it into his eyes. After a few applications, he glanced at the drops.
'These things work really well' he thought as he placed the item in his pocket and returned to class.
Mrs. Bitters had decided to make her class write an essay on why their parents hated them. As soon as the children were preoccupied, she whipped out a comic and began reading it. Upon closer inspection, the name of this comic would read Hideous Blob Thing. If we were to peer over the old woman's shoulder, which is a disturbing thing to do and should only be done in the company of someone with a lead pipe, we would see...
The Adventures of Hideous Blob Thing, laugh at his pain.
"It is my undying mission to skulk around the world and impart my extensive knowledge to all." ~Hideous Blob Thing
"Oh don't you people see the futility of your existence? It is a mere illusion, a chimera. All is doomed and you with it. Open your eyes!" He flails his arms with the urgency of his message.
"Listen to me inferior beings! My hideously misshapen head holds the truths. Am I the only one who knows?"
"What you say?" asks a little critter of nature.
"You poor poor fool, you cannot gasp understanding of the knowledge. It is too much for your tiny brain to comprehend. I envy your ignorance."
"I'm going to go eat a slug now." And with that, the critter hopped off and found a tasty specimen for his digestive juices to make rancid. Hideous Blob Thing shakes his head and continues on in his quest.
The End
Mrs. Bitters looked up at her moronic class and demanded their papers be turned in. She then went into one of her doom patented lectures.
"And that is why self isolation leads to conversations with inanimate objects. Any questions?"
'So that's the reason...' Zim thought to himself. He raised his hand to ask if inanimate object included decaying dog corpses.
"Yes Zim?" Mrs. Bitters asked. He was about to reply, when a phone appeared on the teacher's desk and began ringing. Mrs. Bitters picked up the loud annoyance. It reminded Zim of the skool bell.
"Yes, yes... I see." She set the receiver back down. The phone sank into her desk in a fiery display as a soul fled.
"Class, it appears the two students formerly believed to have been abducted by one of the shady figures outside offering candy to children have been found in the bathroom; their remains are scattered about in a gory display. Due to the fact that I want to go look and the skool head demanded it, you are to be let out for the rest of the day. Now go away." The fiendish teacher departed into the hall. The children exchanged fearful glances before filing out of the classroom uncharacteristically sullen.
"I knew them. They were good."
"Yeah, good and nice."
"Yeah"
Zim curiously returned to the crime scene as the empty shell-like corpses were brought out along with several organs. Zim became queasy at the remembrance of the disgusting taste of a particular organ. A policeman was interviewing a little wide eyed boy who had obviously been the one to stumble across the mutilated corpses. His eyes were extremely large and he gripped a stuffed bear with all his strength. Mrs. Bitters was standing there taking in the scene with an eagerness that disturbed Zim. He diverted his gaze from the morbidly fascinated teacher and once again looked upon the boy.
The policeman had given up on trying to get rational answers from the traumatized boy and was now helping his fellow officers at trying to leave their fingerprints all over the crime scene before forensics could get there. Zim slipped up beside the little boy unheard.
"Hey" he said innocently. The child jumped and let out a squee as he dug his stubby little fingers into the worn bear.
"Wh..who are you?" he asked shakily.
"I'm Zim. Who's that?" He pointed to the bear that was in the boy's vice grip.
"This is Shmee." Zim suddenly heard the bear give his opinion on the extraterrestrial.
"You LIE!!" Zim leapt to his feet and pointed demandingly at the bear. He quickly darted down the hall and out the door. (*mini story that didn't really happen* He ran quickly to the curb. BAAAM! The hall pass blew his left hand off. "Fuuuuuck! Shit damn and other such expletives!" Zim hopped up and down on one foot while cradling his handless wrist. He immediately stopped and stood up straight. "Oh well... I'm going to go get a brainfreezy now." He walks down the street whistling a happy tune. END *now what really did happen*) He ran quickly to the curb, suddenly stopping to think.
'It's a good thing I'm not still wearing that hall pass. I'm really fond of this hand, besides it's on my squeezing arm.' Zim stood blankly as another thought entered his mind. 'I let the Dib get away again.'
"Fook." Zim walked home slowly pondering when he would kill his nemesis as well as thinking over the things Mrs. Bitters had said in class.
As soon as he made it back to his residence, Zim looked up to see Psycho Mooseboy staring at him sinisterly. He thought nothing of it and went to sit on the couch after removing his contacts. He had learned his lesson when it came to lenses. After a long pause, he looked to M-Boy and spoke up.
"Mooseboy, today at skool, the teacher said that self isolation leads to conversations with inanimate objects and I was just wondering..."
"Oh come now, don't be ridiculous Z, that teacher..."
"Z? (Will you look at that? Could that be a subliminal message to question sleep? *looks at the clock which says 3:18am*) You've never called me that before."
"What? You don't like it?" Zim gave the moose a look of confusion. It was obvious that the toy's diversion had worked well to steer Zim off the topic.
"No it's just different." Zim pondered his new nickname for a while and then looked at the T.V.
"I wonder if..." He suddenly stopped as he noticed a disturbed squirrel crawl in the window. The squirrel, which appeared to be dazed, ignored the room's inhabitant and walked over to a candy corn which was lying on the floor. Zim studied the creature for a moment.
"Why mush you taunt me with your coldness?! You... Mr. Scolex! That's right, I shall kill you now Mr. Scolex!" Zim jumped upon the confused squirrel and squished it under his boot, which understandably left a big mess. Zim looked at his soiled boot.
About five minutes later Zim had cleaned up the mess and was gazing out the kitchen window.
"Seriously Z, naming a squirrel? That was lacking in sanity on your part." Mooseboy, who had miraculously appeared in the kitchen moments after Zim, said.
"Z? (There I go with the subliminal stuff again.) Hey... I like that." Mr. Pork said from his position next to Psycho Mooseboy. Zim exhaled.
'What is with that nickname anyway? The only nicknames I've ever had are short, small, little, tiny, undersized, petite, anorexic, and diminutive. Where did this Z come from? It does have a ring to it though...' Zim became lost in thought as he gazed at the cold, distant moon.
END
Yay! Another chapter in the bag! *looks at her Halloween project* Hee hee hee, I'm saving that though. It is now 4:02am and I am going to skip off to my story in the making and write on it for a while. *waves to all you people in fic land* Oh and I luv reviewers! When I doom the planet, you can be my personal minions! Yay! Curly fries for all!
ZIM the hOmiCIdAL irKeN (look psycho writing)
'A skool day' Zim thought as 7:30am rolled around. He rubbed his eyes which began to feel scratchy. It was at this point that Zim realized he had failed to remove his contacts that night. He winced at the thought of suffering with these things on the entire time he was at skool. "Damn Lenses."
Zim walked out into the bright sun. His eyes teared up in pain as he squinted in the oppressive light. It was almost impossible for him to see anything more than his path. This was a lucky thing for Dib who had started off for skool earlier than usual. Zim caught up to him about two blocks from their destination but was unable to notice his enemy due to the vision impairment.
'There is no way I'm going to last all day like this.' Then, an ingenious plan came to Zim's mind. 'I'll take them out. Maybe if I squint, no one will be able to notice!' He was desperate for release and quickly shed his lenses once he made it to his seat. So far so good. Mrs. Bitters began to teach her lesson of doom as Dib stared over at Zim. He had become immersed in his little comic world and was drawing the next panel.
"Zim?" Mrs. Bitters said as Zim realized she was looming over his shoulder.
"Yes?" he asked, looking up at her. He realized the mistake the second he committed it.
"You've got pinkeye! Report to the nurse!" she screeched as she placed a band around his wrist. "That's the hall pass. It will make sure you lose your hand if you even try to leave campus." Zim cursed himself for taking such a risk.
"You don't have human organs Zim. The nurse will know you're an alien!" Dib yelled from his seat. Zim gave him a dirty look before entering the hall.
"No more chances, these things have to go back on." He shoved the scratchy lenses into his eyes. 'I don't have those organs. Will they notice?' he thought as he watched Dirge leave his class, heading for the bathroom. "When opportunity knocks..." Zim grinned slyly as he crept up behind the boy.
"Hiya Zim!" an odd boy with a rainbow on his shirt said. This made Zim jump a mile. "I'm Keef. You want to be my buddy? Huh? We can be best friends!" Zim's eye twitched as he watched his victim make it safely to the bathroom.
"Yeah, sure." Zim said deadpan looking at spot where Dirge had disappeared. "Say, buddy... I've got something we can do... just come with me." he said as sweetly as possible.
"Oh really Zim? We're going to have so much fun!"
"Yes, yes we are." He said as he motioned to the bathroom door. Keef entered with Zim happily following. "Alright boys." He said, getting Dirge's attention "You get to help me out. Won't that be fun?"
"Hey, wanna see something neat?" Dirge said as he bent down to untie his shoe. Zim was immediately freaked out, grabbed the knife from his boot and stabbed quickly as Keef stared in shock as a small gasp escaped his lips. Zim looked up from his work with bloodshot eyes.
"Zim...yyou just..." Keef stuttered as he began to back towards the door. Zim attacked, slitting his throat to silence his weak squeak of protest.
"Now for the fun part..."
About ten minutes later, Zim made his way to the nurse's office. Upon the wall were some directions to various departments. These included: head pigeons, pencil lodged in brain, someone put shit in my pants, and head explodey. He looked up to the woman sitting at the desk. She looked down at him while squeaking a little skeleton toy off and on.
"Hi! Do you feel bad little boy? Is that why you're here? Talk to spooky!" she immediately shoved the toy in Zim's face and squeaked it twice. Zim shoved the toy away as his right eye twitched slightly.
"My eyes hurt." He said blandly.
"You wear contacts?"
"Uhm, yeah."
"Try this!" she once again shoved an object into Zim's face. He shifted to the side and eyed the new item curiously.
"Saline?"
"Myep, now go back to class little boy." She squeaked the toy a few more times as Zim accepted the eye drops. He walked away from the disturbing girl at the desk and returned to the bathroom. Upon entering, he expelled the grotesque organs.
"That was sickening. She didn't even check to see if I had human organs." He looked down at the two boys' corpses, then opened the liquid substance and began dripping it into his eyes. After a few applications, he glanced at the drops.
'These things work really well' he thought as he placed the item in his pocket and returned to class.
Mrs. Bitters had decided to make her class write an essay on why their parents hated them. As soon as the children were preoccupied, she whipped out a comic and began reading it. Upon closer inspection, the name of this comic would read Hideous Blob Thing. If we were to peer over the old woman's shoulder, which is a disturbing thing to do and should only be done in the company of someone with a lead pipe, we would see...
The Adventures of Hideous Blob Thing, laugh at his pain.
"It is my undying mission to skulk around the world and impart my extensive knowledge to all." ~Hideous Blob Thing
"Oh don't you people see the futility of your existence? It is a mere illusion, a chimera. All is doomed and you with it. Open your eyes!" He flails his arms with the urgency of his message.
"Listen to me inferior beings! My hideously misshapen head holds the truths. Am I the only one who knows?"
"What you say?" asks a little critter of nature.
"You poor poor fool, you cannot gasp understanding of the knowledge. It is too much for your tiny brain to comprehend. I envy your ignorance."
"I'm going to go eat a slug now." And with that, the critter hopped off and found a tasty specimen for his digestive juices to make rancid. Hideous Blob Thing shakes his head and continues on in his quest.
The End
Mrs. Bitters looked up at her moronic class and demanded their papers be turned in. She then went into one of her doom patented lectures.
"And that is why self isolation leads to conversations with inanimate objects. Any questions?"
'So that's the reason...' Zim thought to himself. He raised his hand to ask if inanimate object included decaying dog corpses.
"Yes Zim?" Mrs. Bitters asked. He was about to reply, when a phone appeared on the teacher's desk and began ringing. Mrs. Bitters picked up the loud annoyance. It reminded Zim of the skool bell.
"Yes, yes... I see." She set the receiver back down. The phone sank into her desk in a fiery display as a soul fled.
"Class, it appears the two students formerly believed to have been abducted by one of the shady figures outside offering candy to children have been found in the bathroom; their remains are scattered about in a gory display. Due to the fact that I want to go look and the skool head demanded it, you are to be let out for the rest of the day. Now go away." The fiendish teacher departed into the hall. The children exchanged fearful glances before filing out of the classroom uncharacteristically sullen.
"I knew them. They were good."
"Yeah, good and nice."
"Yeah"
Zim curiously returned to the crime scene as the empty shell-like corpses were brought out along with several organs. Zim became queasy at the remembrance of the disgusting taste of a particular organ. A policeman was interviewing a little wide eyed boy who had obviously been the one to stumble across the mutilated corpses. His eyes were extremely large and he gripped a stuffed bear with all his strength. Mrs. Bitters was standing there taking in the scene with an eagerness that disturbed Zim. He diverted his gaze from the morbidly fascinated teacher and once again looked upon the boy.
The policeman had given up on trying to get rational answers from the traumatized boy and was now helping his fellow officers at trying to leave their fingerprints all over the crime scene before forensics could get there. Zim slipped up beside the little boy unheard.
"Hey" he said innocently. The child jumped and let out a squee as he dug his stubby little fingers into the worn bear.
"Wh..who are you?" he asked shakily.
"I'm Zim. Who's that?" He pointed to the bear that was in the boy's vice grip.
"This is Shmee." Zim suddenly heard the bear give his opinion on the extraterrestrial.
"You LIE!!" Zim leapt to his feet and pointed demandingly at the bear. He quickly darted down the hall and out the door. (*mini story that didn't really happen* He ran quickly to the curb. BAAAM! The hall pass blew his left hand off. "Fuuuuuck! Shit damn and other such expletives!" Zim hopped up and down on one foot while cradling his handless wrist. He immediately stopped and stood up straight. "Oh well... I'm going to go get a brainfreezy now." He walks down the street whistling a happy tune. END *now what really did happen*) He ran quickly to the curb, suddenly stopping to think.
'It's a good thing I'm not still wearing that hall pass. I'm really fond of this hand, besides it's on my squeezing arm.' Zim stood blankly as another thought entered his mind. 'I let the Dib get away again.'
"Fook." Zim walked home slowly pondering when he would kill his nemesis as well as thinking over the things Mrs. Bitters had said in class.
As soon as he made it back to his residence, Zim looked up to see Psycho Mooseboy staring at him sinisterly. He thought nothing of it and went to sit on the couch after removing his contacts. He had learned his lesson when it came to lenses. After a long pause, he looked to M-Boy and spoke up.
"Mooseboy, today at skool, the teacher said that self isolation leads to conversations with inanimate objects and I was just wondering..."
"Oh come now, don't be ridiculous Z, that teacher..."
"Z? (Will you look at that? Could that be a subliminal message to question sleep? *looks at the clock which says 3:18am*) You've never called me that before."
"What? You don't like it?" Zim gave the moose a look of confusion. It was obvious that the toy's diversion had worked well to steer Zim off the topic.
"No it's just different." Zim pondered his new nickname for a while and then looked at the T.V.
"I wonder if..." He suddenly stopped as he noticed a disturbed squirrel crawl in the window. The squirrel, which appeared to be dazed, ignored the room's inhabitant and walked over to a candy corn which was lying on the floor. Zim studied the creature for a moment.
"Why mush you taunt me with your coldness?! You... Mr. Scolex! That's right, I shall kill you now Mr. Scolex!" Zim jumped upon the confused squirrel and squished it under his boot, which understandably left a big mess. Zim looked at his soiled boot.
About five minutes later Zim had cleaned up the mess and was gazing out the kitchen window.
"Seriously Z, naming a squirrel? That was lacking in sanity on your part." Mooseboy, who had miraculously appeared in the kitchen moments after Zim, said.
"Z? (There I go with the subliminal stuff again.) Hey... I like that." Mr. Pork said from his position next to Psycho Mooseboy. Zim exhaled.
'What is with that nickname anyway? The only nicknames I've ever had are short, small, little, tiny, undersized, petite, anorexic, and diminutive. Where did this Z come from? It does have a ring to it though...' Zim became lost in thought as he gazed at the cold, distant moon.
END
Yay! Another chapter in the bag! *looks at her Halloween project* Hee hee hee, I'm saving that though. It is now 4:02am and I am going to skip off to my story in the making and write on it for a while. *waves to all you people in fic land* Oh and I luv reviewers! When I doom the planet, you can be my personal minions! Yay! Curly fries for all!