Here's a new one... alright. first of all I should tell you that those pics
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geocities.. they could no longer contain that awesome force that is me!!
Anyway... at this point I usually insert my disclaimer... and you should
know by now that I don't own this stuff... so... I don't... K... fic
time...
Zim the HomicIdAL iRkEn pt10 (I'm in the double digits... don't get scared now.)
Zim sat on the floor in deep contemplation, staring at the telephone which sat idly on his drawing desk. Another moment of silence passed before he decided to stand and reach for the handset. After punching in a few numbers, he held the receiver to his head and waited for the recipient to pick up.
"Hello?" he asked calmly. "I was wondering if you could give me the phone number of a student there... named Tak?" Zim shifted slightly. "I know she doesn't go to the skool anymore, but could you please give me the number?" On the other end of the conversation, an extremely jaded young woman sat in a swiveling chair and drummed her fingers across the desktop. She sighed.
"If I give you the number, do you promise that you will never call this number again?" she glanced over at the rolodex which was sitting not six inches from her hand. Zim fell silent for a moment.
"Yes" came his reply. She yawned into the handset and thumbed through the list of names and numbers.
"Here it is... Tak...601 Shady Lane... the phone number is 555-3972." a sigh of fatigue escaped the lady's lips as there was another pause from the other end.
"Thank you." Zim immediately hung up the phone and picked it up again... dialing the number he had just received. The ringer went off several times and Zim was about to hang up. Just then, Tak picked up the phone.
"Hello?" she said, seeming miserably paranoid.
"Tak? It's Zim..." Before he was able to get another word out, a slew of comments came from the other end of the handset.
"Zim? How dare you... how did you get this number anyway? Never mind, if you call it again I will do something completely horrible to you! Do you understand? Never call this number!"
"But I just wanted to apologize for trying to ki..."
"I don't care! Don't call!" With that said, Tak slammed the phone down. Zim slowly returned the phone to its place and walked over to the couch, sliding into a lounging position.
"What's the matter Z? (mhm.) I thought you were happy. You caught that Dib thing and you were about to feed it to the wall..." Zim cocked a brow at Pork.
"I never said I was feeding him to the wall, but what's really on my mind is Tak. I tried to call her to say I was sorry, but I think I only made her mad."
"I've got an idea! Why don't you go take it out on the Dib?" Zim smirks as he contemplates the idea.
"That would be fun, but I've messed with him enough already... I'm not really sure how much pain he can take..."
"Why don't you go check on him? He might already be dead. If he is, you can feed him to the wall."
"Why are you so obsessed with that damn wall?" Pork merely shrugs. "Alright, but if he's dead I am not feeding him to the wall." Zim got up to walk away.
"Are you sure you won't just." but Zim had gone back down the stairs. He made it to the first level and looked at the blank screen. Zim sighed as he turned away and walked down the next flight of stairs. He reached a long corridor and paused. He looked around tensely. For some reason, he was certain in his mind that Mooseboy and Pork were not present.
"Naildoggy?" Zim asked edgily. There was no response. Zim couldn't think of another time he'd felt so alone. "Pease" he asked, still hopeful for a reply. A hot tear slid down Zim's face and he glared around himself. "You've got to be there, now where are you? Answer me!" All his shouting was in vain. Zim allowed himself to slide down the wall into a sitting position on the floor.
Meanwhile, in a boy's room, we see Iggins sitting on his bed, immersed in the newest import from Japan. He looks up from his game and realizes *shock* there's a mallet in the corner of his room.
"Wow!" he exclaims. "That's just like the Gron Hammer in the Warlords of Wraith import from Europe version 1.6!" He looks at the mallet with interest, this is when he realizes there is a fluffy purple chipmunk hopping in his window.
"Hi! I'm from the perky valley. Do you want to come with me to the perky valley? It's bright and shiny like a spoon!"
"Uhm...okay!" Iggins follows the chipmunk back out the window. Once there, Iggins takes in his surroundings. "Hey! That creature thing looks like one of the kitten zombies from the Pet Graveyard Second Edition Final Cut!" Iggins leaps into the air with a disturbing laugh and slams the mallet down on the kitty creature's little fuzzy head. All he creatures of the valley pause. Iggins grins insanely...
BACK TO THE STORY!!
Dib awoke. His right side throbbed because of what was most likely an infected wound. He somehow found the willpower to prop himself up with his arms.
"I'm not dead!" he exclaimed suddenly. "Zim must have taken out the right organ." A long pause followed as Dib looked around the room again. "That's good... I guess." Really, this wasn't that good. He was worse off than he had been originally. Now, not only was he trapped in the lair of a mentally disturbed alien, but he was also seriously injured. But in Dib's mind not dying was a plus. He winced as he looked down at his abrasion. Again, Dib was stuck with waiting; waiting on Zim to decide what would happen next. He suddenly heard what sounded like a muffled shout coming from outside the room. Dib pondered to himself whether that had been Zim or another one of his captives. A sudden movement caught his eye and he looked towards the shadowed walls.
"What was that?" he said aloud. "A rat?" Dib squinted and looked into the shadows. Zim could have been hiding behind that veil of darkness and Dib wouldn't have noticed, but as he strained to look, he decided that he was alone in the room... except for that rat. Dib lay back down, seeing as his position was only causing him discomfort, and waited.
Zim's solitude was interrupted by a bloodcurdling shriek.
"The rats! The rats!!" Zim stood and looked off in the direction of the desperate cry. He wiped a tear from his cheek and put his thoughts from earlier behind him.
'Hmm... am I neglecting my other guests? I suppose I am showing a little favoritism. Maybe I should be checking on jock number five down the hall. I haven't heard anything from him in about three days. Maybe he's dead.' Zim couldn't completely divert his thoughts from the silent Naildoggy.
"Damn mutt"
"Aww... poor Z. Nobody wants to be around him anymore." The voice started Zim. He had never known the other voices to follow him down here before.
"That's not true Mooseboy!"
"Oh, but it is. The Tallest, Tak..." Mooseboy stopped and looked at the dejected expression on Zim's face. He was vulnerable. "Naildoggy?"
"Shut up!" Zim yelled at the moose.
"Honestly Z, this self loathing of yours is pitiful. You should just kill yourself and be done with it." Zim found himself back on the floor as a new tear streaked his face.
"I don't want to die."
"Nobody wants to die Z. Some people just need it." Zim shook his head.
"No"
"Oh yes. You know, I heard that it's supposed to rain tonight. Nobody would miss you at skool tomorrow."
"No, no, NO! Naildoggy was right! You're trying to control me, but not anymore." Zim glared at the offending piece of plastic.
"What are you going to do Z? (*cough*) We're not weak like that mongrel. You can't get rid of us like that. We'll just come back. The only way to free yourself from us is by dying!"
"Stop it!" Zim drew a concealed blade and held it in a striking pose. Mooseboy smiled a twisted grin.
"Alright, I'll leave you alone... for now. But remember, there's only one real way to get rid of me." Mooseboy chuckled as he left Zim alone in the hallway.
Zim looked down the corridor where Dib's room was. He shook his head. "I can't do this right now." He glanced at his surroundings. "Does nobody want me?"
Back to the meanwhile!
"IGGINS!!" he screams as he runs across our field of vision, mallet raised. Several fuzzy and puffy creatures of assorted pastel hues scramble for cover in the background.
"Oh my God it's horrible!" shrieks a microspleenie.
"Ack! My organs! My ORGANS!!" yells the incapacitated scoodgiewoogie.
Iggins giggles as he discovers a manhole cover... SEWER ADVENTURE!!!
BACK TO THE STORY!!
Tak takes a tentative step out of her perfectly normal looking house.
'Since that loony found out my phone number there's no telling what else he knows. He could be watching me right now.' She glanced around with paranoia. Since she had escaped to earth, she dared not return to the Irken empire. They could very easily send her back to telemarketing doom. Ever since that last time the caller had blown a fog horn into the receiver she had vowed she would never go back.
Tak walked briskly down the street afraid that at any moment she could be confronted by Zim. She made it safely to her destination, the bookstore, and spent over an hour immersing herself in human culture. One she was sure she had spent enough time away from her base, she made the return trip. She couldn't help but look around warily.
'Only a block away' thought Tak. 'So far so good.' She spoke too soon. Once she turned the corner, she found herself face to face with Zim.
"Tak" Zim said a she came to a halt in front of him. She looked over his shoulder at her house and then back at him before turning and briskly walking in the opposite direction.
"Wait! I just want to ask you one question!" he said while trying to catch up to her. She turned immediately, giving him a dangerous glare.
"You have almost ensured my confinement to this planet and you tried to kill me! What is it?" she said through gritted teeth.
"Can you not stand to be around me?" he asked tensely.
"You've got to be kidding me! Yes Zim, I can't stand you! I don't want you calling me and I definitely don't want you coming to see me ever again!" Only after she blurted out her feelings did she begin to think of the consequences of insulting a killer. To her surprise, Zim didn't take that as an excuse to perform and autopsy on her.
"Oh" he said hanging his head low. "Goodbye then." He walked off leaving Tak to her confusion. She immediately took the opportunity to get to the safety of her home base.
Back to Meanwhile!
"IGGINS!!!" *beat*smash*crush*squish*smoosh* "Oh wow! I bet I'll beat my all-time top score!"
END
And I'm spent... fun fun... Poor Zim's feeling all dejected. Do you think you know what's coming? Do you have any idea? Are you lost? Are you insane? (I like to think I am... most people would agree... but that could be because they are weird *shrugs*) I'd like to encourage you all to look on my website as this story is there and new updates will go there first... Hurray for carnage! Hurray for depression! And hurray for insomnia binges! Ooh.. and diminishing sanity... hurray for that too... now... REVIEW!!!
Completed at 3:48am.
Zim the HomicIdAL iRkEn pt10 (I'm in the double digits... don't get scared now.)
Zim sat on the floor in deep contemplation, staring at the telephone which sat idly on his drawing desk. Another moment of silence passed before he decided to stand and reach for the handset. After punching in a few numbers, he held the receiver to his head and waited for the recipient to pick up.
"Hello?" he asked calmly. "I was wondering if you could give me the phone number of a student there... named Tak?" Zim shifted slightly. "I know she doesn't go to the skool anymore, but could you please give me the number?" On the other end of the conversation, an extremely jaded young woman sat in a swiveling chair and drummed her fingers across the desktop. She sighed.
"If I give you the number, do you promise that you will never call this number again?" she glanced over at the rolodex which was sitting not six inches from her hand. Zim fell silent for a moment.
"Yes" came his reply. She yawned into the handset and thumbed through the list of names and numbers.
"Here it is... Tak...601 Shady Lane... the phone number is 555-3972." a sigh of fatigue escaped the lady's lips as there was another pause from the other end.
"Thank you." Zim immediately hung up the phone and picked it up again... dialing the number he had just received. The ringer went off several times and Zim was about to hang up. Just then, Tak picked up the phone.
"Hello?" she said, seeming miserably paranoid.
"Tak? It's Zim..." Before he was able to get another word out, a slew of comments came from the other end of the handset.
"Zim? How dare you... how did you get this number anyway? Never mind, if you call it again I will do something completely horrible to you! Do you understand? Never call this number!"
"But I just wanted to apologize for trying to ki..."
"I don't care! Don't call!" With that said, Tak slammed the phone down. Zim slowly returned the phone to its place and walked over to the couch, sliding into a lounging position.
"What's the matter Z? (mhm.) I thought you were happy. You caught that Dib thing and you were about to feed it to the wall..." Zim cocked a brow at Pork.
"I never said I was feeding him to the wall, but what's really on my mind is Tak. I tried to call her to say I was sorry, but I think I only made her mad."
"I've got an idea! Why don't you go take it out on the Dib?" Zim smirks as he contemplates the idea.
"That would be fun, but I've messed with him enough already... I'm not really sure how much pain he can take..."
"Why don't you go check on him? He might already be dead. If he is, you can feed him to the wall."
"Why are you so obsessed with that damn wall?" Pork merely shrugs. "Alright, but if he's dead I am not feeding him to the wall." Zim got up to walk away.
"Are you sure you won't just." but Zim had gone back down the stairs. He made it to the first level and looked at the blank screen. Zim sighed as he turned away and walked down the next flight of stairs. He reached a long corridor and paused. He looked around tensely. For some reason, he was certain in his mind that Mooseboy and Pork were not present.
"Naildoggy?" Zim asked edgily. There was no response. Zim couldn't think of another time he'd felt so alone. "Pease" he asked, still hopeful for a reply. A hot tear slid down Zim's face and he glared around himself. "You've got to be there, now where are you? Answer me!" All his shouting was in vain. Zim allowed himself to slide down the wall into a sitting position on the floor.
Meanwhile, in a boy's room, we see Iggins sitting on his bed, immersed in the newest import from Japan. He looks up from his game and realizes *shock* there's a mallet in the corner of his room.
"Wow!" he exclaims. "That's just like the Gron Hammer in the Warlords of Wraith import from Europe version 1.6!" He looks at the mallet with interest, this is when he realizes there is a fluffy purple chipmunk hopping in his window.
"Hi! I'm from the perky valley. Do you want to come with me to the perky valley? It's bright and shiny like a spoon!"
"Uhm...okay!" Iggins follows the chipmunk back out the window. Once there, Iggins takes in his surroundings. "Hey! That creature thing looks like one of the kitten zombies from the Pet Graveyard Second Edition Final Cut!" Iggins leaps into the air with a disturbing laugh and slams the mallet down on the kitty creature's little fuzzy head. All he creatures of the valley pause. Iggins grins insanely...
BACK TO THE STORY!!
Dib awoke. His right side throbbed because of what was most likely an infected wound. He somehow found the willpower to prop himself up with his arms.
"I'm not dead!" he exclaimed suddenly. "Zim must have taken out the right organ." A long pause followed as Dib looked around the room again. "That's good... I guess." Really, this wasn't that good. He was worse off than he had been originally. Now, not only was he trapped in the lair of a mentally disturbed alien, but he was also seriously injured. But in Dib's mind not dying was a plus. He winced as he looked down at his abrasion. Again, Dib was stuck with waiting; waiting on Zim to decide what would happen next. He suddenly heard what sounded like a muffled shout coming from outside the room. Dib pondered to himself whether that had been Zim or another one of his captives. A sudden movement caught his eye and he looked towards the shadowed walls.
"What was that?" he said aloud. "A rat?" Dib squinted and looked into the shadows. Zim could have been hiding behind that veil of darkness and Dib wouldn't have noticed, but as he strained to look, he decided that he was alone in the room... except for that rat. Dib lay back down, seeing as his position was only causing him discomfort, and waited.
Zim's solitude was interrupted by a bloodcurdling shriek.
"The rats! The rats!!" Zim stood and looked off in the direction of the desperate cry. He wiped a tear from his cheek and put his thoughts from earlier behind him.
'Hmm... am I neglecting my other guests? I suppose I am showing a little favoritism. Maybe I should be checking on jock number five down the hall. I haven't heard anything from him in about three days. Maybe he's dead.' Zim couldn't completely divert his thoughts from the silent Naildoggy.
"Damn mutt"
"Aww... poor Z. Nobody wants to be around him anymore." The voice started Zim. He had never known the other voices to follow him down here before.
"That's not true Mooseboy!"
"Oh, but it is. The Tallest, Tak..." Mooseboy stopped and looked at the dejected expression on Zim's face. He was vulnerable. "Naildoggy?"
"Shut up!" Zim yelled at the moose.
"Honestly Z, this self loathing of yours is pitiful. You should just kill yourself and be done with it." Zim found himself back on the floor as a new tear streaked his face.
"I don't want to die."
"Nobody wants to die Z. Some people just need it." Zim shook his head.
"No"
"Oh yes. You know, I heard that it's supposed to rain tonight. Nobody would miss you at skool tomorrow."
"No, no, NO! Naildoggy was right! You're trying to control me, but not anymore." Zim glared at the offending piece of plastic.
"What are you going to do Z? (*cough*) We're not weak like that mongrel. You can't get rid of us like that. We'll just come back. The only way to free yourself from us is by dying!"
"Stop it!" Zim drew a concealed blade and held it in a striking pose. Mooseboy smiled a twisted grin.
"Alright, I'll leave you alone... for now. But remember, there's only one real way to get rid of me." Mooseboy chuckled as he left Zim alone in the hallway.
Zim looked down the corridor where Dib's room was. He shook his head. "I can't do this right now." He glanced at his surroundings. "Does nobody want me?"
Back to the meanwhile!
"IGGINS!!" he screams as he runs across our field of vision, mallet raised. Several fuzzy and puffy creatures of assorted pastel hues scramble for cover in the background.
"Oh my God it's horrible!" shrieks a microspleenie.
"Ack! My organs! My ORGANS!!" yells the incapacitated scoodgiewoogie.
Iggins giggles as he discovers a manhole cover... SEWER ADVENTURE!!!
BACK TO THE STORY!!
Tak takes a tentative step out of her perfectly normal looking house.
'Since that loony found out my phone number there's no telling what else he knows. He could be watching me right now.' She glanced around with paranoia. Since she had escaped to earth, she dared not return to the Irken empire. They could very easily send her back to telemarketing doom. Ever since that last time the caller had blown a fog horn into the receiver she had vowed she would never go back.
Tak walked briskly down the street afraid that at any moment she could be confronted by Zim. She made it safely to her destination, the bookstore, and spent over an hour immersing herself in human culture. One she was sure she had spent enough time away from her base, she made the return trip. She couldn't help but look around warily.
'Only a block away' thought Tak. 'So far so good.' She spoke too soon. Once she turned the corner, she found herself face to face with Zim.
"Tak" Zim said a she came to a halt in front of him. She looked over his shoulder at her house and then back at him before turning and briskly walking in the opposite direction.
"Wait! I just want to ask you one question!" he said while trying to catch up to her. She turned immediately, giving him a dangerous glare.
"You have almost ensured my confinement to this planet and you tried to kill me! What is it?" she said through gritted teeth.
"Can you not stand to be around me?" he asked tensely.
"You've got to be kidding me! Yes Zim, I can't stand you! I don't want you calling me and I definitely don't want you coming to see me ever again!" Only after she blurted out her feelings did she begin to think of the consequences of insulting a killer. To her surprise, Zim didn't take that as an excuse to perform and autopsy on her.
"Oh" he said hanging his head low. "Goodbye then." He walked off leaving Tak to her confusion. She immediately took the opportunity to get to the safety of her home base.
Back to Meanwhile!
"IGGINS!!!" *beat*smash*crush*squish*smoosh* "Oh wow! I bet I'll beat my all-time top score!"
END
And I'm spent... fun fun... Poor Zim's feeling all dejected. Do you think you know what's coming? Do you have any idea? Are you lost? Are you insane? (I like to think I am... most people would agree... but that could be because they are weird *shrugs*) I'd like to encourage you all to look on my website as this story is there and new updates will go there first... Hurray for carnage! Hurray for depression! And hurray for insomnia binges! Ooh.. and diminishing sanity... hurray for that too... now... REVIEW!!!
Completed at 3:48am.