I am bitch... hear me rant... (just skip on to the fic if you don't want to
hear me make a lame ass attempt to explain myself)I'd like to say that Dib
probably should have bit the big one last chapter due to severe blood loss,
but for the sake of plot development and conflict, I just couldn't do it.
I really wanted to exact upon him something that was horrendously painful
and the only thing I could think of was an urban legend. And for some
reason, Zim just seems to have this thing with extricating organs. (I
really have no idea where that came from)I go into writing these things
with little or no premeditation on what I'm going to do, although I do have
some sort of a plot at this point... but most of the ideas that end up on
paper are off the top of my head and have not been properly thought out.
Well, Jhonen owns this stuff (not me!) so on with the fic...
Zim the hOmiCidaL iRkeN part 11(k... they were cute when I started them.. but now they're getting annoying.)
That day at skool, two students had been missing from Mrs. Bitters' classroom: Dib and Zim, Gaz thought about it for a moment as she left the grounds.
'He must have really pissed Zim off yesterday. Maybe Zim did kill him.' She paused in her gait. 'No, I'm not that lucky.' Gaz continued her walk home unfazed by the thought that her one and only sibling could, at this very moment, be dying.
Once she made it to her abode and entered, she was greeted by the annoying presence of a floating screen which substituted for the company of her father.
"Gaz, where's your brother?" asked the obnoxious device. "I'm worried (*shock!*). He hasn't been home and he didn't go to skool today." The hovering machine said, stating the obvious.
"Who cares?" The professor seemingly didn't hear her comment and continued.
"I wouldn't let it bother me, but tonight is the unveiling of Super Toast and I need you both to attend. The media is interested in the progress of my test tube bab... I mean offspring." Gaz opened one eye to its full extent.
"What was that last part?"
"Anyway, find your brother and get him home. I'll see you both this evening." Before Gaz could launch a formal protest, the hovering view screen had floated out of the room.
"Now I have to go rescue my brother" she said with contempt. Gaz went back outside and over to the front of the odd next door house knowing good and well that was where her brother must be. Without hesitation, she pushed the doorbell. She was surprised when a loud scream was the result. Gaz waited but there was no answer. Finally, she tried the knob. It was unlocked so she took the liberty of entering the extraterrestrial's home.
It was dark inside. Hastily drawn stick figures on notebook paper were scattered about. She noted the two rubber animals sitting on a desk next to a jar containing a purplish tinted... organ? She couldn't be sure. The only thing she did know was that she had to find her brother. The faster the better; she could be playing her Gameslave right now.
Gaz went from the main room to the kitchen, but there was still no sign of her big headed brother. She decided to try the door she had noticed in the living room.
The door led to a row of stairs. She could see light at the end of the stairwell so she briskly walked down. At the end of the stairs was a room out of some bad sci-fi movie where the alien spaceship had been left deserted because of some big monster or a strange disease. This did nothing to faze her. She hurriedly looked around the spacious room. When she was satisfied that this room didn't hold her sibling, she crossed it to another stairway on the opposite side. She took it, venturing further into Zim's base. Surprisingly, it didn't take her long to find her brother after this. His distinctive whining could be heard echoing down the hall.
Dib heard the door to his prison swing open.
"Zim I..."
"Shut up."
"Gaz?" She pulled a lever on the wall and the shackles containing Div fell free (they can do this because they are 'alien' shackles). Dib made a weak attempt to get up which only ended up causing him more pain.
"Help me?" he asked pathetically.
Gaz groaned as she went over to him with a hovering platform she had found. (myup... she found it... right outta the blue...) After getting him on the device, she pushed him out of the room and started to leave.
"Wait Gaz, what about the rest of the people down here? You can't just leave them" Dib strained.
"They probably deserve what's coming to them. I'd leave you too, but dad made me come get you."
"But what about the..."
"Shut up."
A few minutes later, Gaz had successfully found her way out of Zim's home and was at her front doorstep once again. Dib had complained the entire way back and the thought that finishing him off would only waste time she could spend playing her game was the only thing that held her back. Upon entering the house, she noted that her negligent father was home (*gasp*).
"Good you found your brother, now we..." The professor actually took the time to look at his offspring. "You can't go to the unveiling of Super Toast like that!" Dib looked rough, as you can imagine. He was very pale... had dark circles under his eyes and looked like he could projectile vomit from every orifice at any moment.
"Dad, an alien removed one of my organs."
"That's silly... there are no aliens..." Membrane began as a small scanning device automatically came over his eyes. "Hmm... you do seem to be missing your gall bladder. That's it! You can't come to the unveiling of Super Toast! It's the hospital for you." Not long after this, Dib was admitted to the local hospital where he was diagnosed as having severe blood loss and an infected wound. The doctors were certain that his gall bladder had somehow exploded and caused the laceration although Dib demanded that it was done by a psychotic alien wielding a knife. The doctors said he was suffering from shock and that these were ravings of lunacy; gotta love them doctors.
Zim walked home, hands shoved in his pockets. He had begun to feel a growing disgust for his existence. He simply hated the circumstances under which he seemed forced to live.
'Tak didn't care... she never did. How could I have been so stupid to think that someone cared whether I was happy or not, if I was even alive? I guess Mooseboy was right all along. Nobody wants me. I have no purpose in life. I only serve to make people miserable insulting them with my presence. And now, I can't even take control of my own life; not with them around anyway. Mooseboy said the only way to get rid of them was to...end it.'
Zim let his thoughts dwell on that last part. Could he take back control? Was he strong enough? No, he needed one last opinion before he made any final decisions. He hurried home, thoughts of suicide filtering through his mind, and storm clouds collecting in the skies.
Back to Meanwhile!
"Oooh! I found the secret bonus level!" Iggins screams at the top of his lungs upon discovering the Enchanted Forest full of grotesquely cute fuzziwugs and boonesybugs. Yes, the forest is so full on nummy cuteness that the author (that's me!) cannot continue only to say... wackiness ensues.
BACK TO THE STORY!!
The door to Zim's base swung open as a clap of thunder sounded in the distance. The rain had not begun its torrential downpour as of yet, but its coming had become more and more obvious. Zim entered, making his way to the door that would lead him into the bowels of his base.
"Where are you going?" Mr. Pork asked, just the slightest bit worried. Zim didn't respond. He simply swung open the door and descended the stairs.
"He'd better not be dead" Zim mumbled to himself as he hurriedly walked. He might have noticed that one of the hovering devices he used to move corpses was missing, but he was in too much of a hurry for that. He started down the hall where Dib's cell, of sorts, was located only to freeze in place when he saw the door open. A slight panic washed over him and he inched up to the door carefully as if something would come out and attack him. Once there, he peered in to see the room was empty. His face contorted into one of rage.
"Fuck!"
Zim didn't know what to think, what to do, what to say. This was completely unexpected and it hit him full force. He knew the answer to the question he had been itching to ask and it made him sick. He wanted so very desperately to be alone, but he knew they wouldn't give him that. Disgusted with himself, Zim went back to the house level, subjugating himself to the influence of the voices.
He didn't want to die Zim just wanted to be free. In these moments of desperation, he thought of death. He had heard of the existence of omniscient beings. He wasn't sure whether he believed that or not. The only thing he was certain of was that he'd find out soon enough.
"Z, what's the matter?" Mr. Pork asked, ripping Zim away from his ponderings. He glanced at the pig for a moment before looking away. "Now... don't do anything rash..." Pork said slowly, fearing for his continuation.
"The only thing I'll be doing is getting rid of you" Zim replied with contempt.
"He's doing it because he loves us so much that he doesn't want to burden us with his presence any longer." Mooseboy said cheerily. "Isn't that nice?"
"That's not why... I don't want you ruling me anymore." Zim said as he glanced between the two. Mooseboy shrugged.
"As long as you do it... it doesn't matter why." Psycho Mooseboy was practically beaming.
"Yes it does... he's being misleading! Look, I still want you around..." Zim finished the statement for him.
"So you can keep using me like you always have." Mr. Pork's jaw dropped.
"That's not fair!"
"No, this isn't fair; life's not fair! I should be in control of me! You two shouldn't have as much influence as you do! I'm fucked up and it's your fault... so I'm getting rid of you the only way I can think of." Zim glared between the two.
"That's nice..." Mooseboy said through a yawn. "But I don't see you doing it."
"I'm waiting..."
"For what?" Pork demanded.
"The rain"
END!
Heh... good you skipped my intro thingy because it was too long and if you didn't... ... Oh my God! Somebody cares! The author that is me is in shock! K... anyway... I like the rain... it's so intriguing... Zim likes its burning quality at the moment. Getting burned alive is an intense feeling (don't ask me how I know this is... because I have not experienced the burn) I wonder if Zim can go through with it... Oh... and if you're worried about Dib being in the hospital... I know it can be a dangerous place... with all those doctors... and that new set of shiny surgery knives that just came in... but, as I said... I can't kill him... not right now anyway... and damn do I have a lot to say... I need to put this talkativeness to some use... *goes to update her mouth off page* K...go check out the website... (see my shameless self plug? well... maybe a little shame) lizzy733.batcave.net All links now working! Hurray for earth! And I shoom...
Started at 3:48am ... completed at 6:13pm ... (there was a little break in there for sleeping somewhere...*shrugs*)
Zim the hOmiCidaL iRkeN part 11(k... they were cute when I started them.. but now they're getting annoying.)
That day at skool, two students had been missing from Mrs. Bitters' classroom: Dib and Zim, Gaz thought about it for a moment as she left the grounds.
'He must have really pissed Zim off yesterday. Maybe Zim did kill him.' She paused in her gait. 'No, I'm not that lucky.' Gaz continued her walk home unfazed by the thought that her one and only sibling could, at this very moment, be dying.
Once she made it to her abode and entered, she was greeted by the annoying presence of a floating screen which substituted for the company of her father.
"Gaz, where's your brother?" asked the obnoxious device. "I'm worried (*shock!*). He hasn't been home and he didn't go to skool today." The hovering machine said, stating the obvious.
"Who cares?" The professor seemingly didn't hear her comment and continued.
"I wouldn't let it bother me, but tonight is the unveiling of Super Toast and I need you both to attend. The media is interested in the progress of my test tube bab... I mean offspring." Gaz opened one eye to its full extent.
"What was that last part?"
"Anyway, find your brother and get him home. I'll see you both this evening." Before Gaz could launch a formal protest, the hovering view screen had floated out of the room.
"Now I have to go rescue my brother" she said with contempt. Gaz went back outside and over to the front of the odd next door house knowing good and well that was where her brother must be. Without hesitation, she pushed the doorbell. She was surprised when a loud scream was the result. Gaz waited but there was no answer. Finally, she tried the knob. It was unlocked so she took the liberty of entering the extraterrestrial's home.
It was dark inside. Hastily drawn stick figures on notebook paper were scattered about. She noted the two rubber animals sitting on a desk next to a jar containing a purplish tinted... organ? She couldn't be sure. The only thing she did know was that she had to find her brother. The faster the better; she could be playing her Gameslave right now.
Gaz went from the main room to the kitchen, but there was still no sign of her big headed brother. She decided to try the door she had noticed in the living room.
The door led to a row of stairs. She could see light at the end of the stairwell so she briskly walked down. At the end of the stairs was a room out of some bad sci-fi movie where the alien spaceship had been left deserted because of some big monster or a strange disease. This did nothing to faze her. She hurriedly looked around the spacious room. When she was satisfied that this room didn't hold her sibling, she crossed it to another stairway on the opposite side. She took it, venturing further into Zim's base. Surprisingly, it didn't take her long to find her brother after this. His distinctive whining could be heard echoing down the hall.
Dib heard the door to his prison swing open.
"Zim I..."
"Shut up."
"Gaz?" She pulled a lever on the wall and the shackles containing Div fell free (they can do this because they are 'alien' shackles). Dib made a weak attempt to get up which only ended up causing him more pain.
"Help me?" he asked pathetically.
Gaz groaned as she went over to him with a hovering platform she had found. (myup... she found it... right outta the blue...) After getting him on the device, she pushed him out of the room and started to leave.
"Wait Gaz, what about the rest of the people down here? You can't just leave them" Dib strained.
"They probably deserve what's coming to them. I'd leave you too, but dad made me come get you."
"But what about the..."
"Shut up."
A few minutes later, Gaz had successfully found her way out of Zim's home and was at her front doorstep once again. Dib had complained the entire way back and the thought that finishing him off would only waste time she could spend playing her game was the only thing that held her back. Upon entering the house, she noted that her negligent father was home (*gasp*).
"Good you found your brother, now we..." The professor actually took the time to look at his offspring. "You can't go to the unveiling of Super Toast like that!" Dib looked rough, as you can imagine. He was very pale... had dark circles under his eyes and looked like he could projectile vomit from every orifice at any moment.
"Dad, an alien removed one of my organs."
"That's silly... there are no aliens..." Membrane began as a small scanning device automatically came over his eyes. "Hmm... you do seem to be missing your gall bladder. That's it! You can't come to the unveiling of Super Toast! It's the hospital for you." Not long after this, Dib was admitted to the local hospital where he was diagnosed as having severe blood loss and an infected wound. The doctors were certain that his gall bladder had somehow exploded and caused the laceration although Dib demanded that it was done by a psychotic alien wielding a knife. The doctors said he was suffering from shock and that these were ravings of lunacy; gotta love them doctors.
Zim walked home, hands shoved in his pockets. He had begun to feel a growing disgust for his existence. He simply hated the circumstances under which he seemed forced to live.
'Tak didn't care... she never did. How could I have been so stupid to think that someone cared whether I was happy or not, if I was even alive? I guess Mooseboy was right all along. Nobody wants me. I have no purpose in life. I only serve to make people miserable insulting them with my presence. And now, I can't even take control of my own life; not with them around anyway. Mooseboy said the only way to get rid of them was to...end it.'
Zim let his thoughts dwell on that last part. Could he take back control? Was he strong enough? No, he needed one last opinion before he made any final decisions. He hurried home, thoughts of suicide filtering through his mind, and storm clouds collecting in the skies.
Back to Meanwhile!
"Oooh! I found the secret bonus level!" Iggins screams at the top of his lungs upon discovering the Enchanted Forest full of grotesquely cute fuzziwugs and boonesybugs. Yes, the forest is so full on nummy cuteness that the author (that's me!) cannot continue only to say... wackiness ensues.
BACK TO THE STORY!!
The door to Zim's base swung open as a clap of thunder sounded in the distance. The rain had not begun its torrential downpour as of yet, but its coming had become more and more obvious. Zim entered, making his way to the door that would lead him into the bowels of his base.
"Where are you going?" Mr. Pork asked, just the slightest bit worried. Zim didn't respond. He simply swung open the door and descended the stairs.
"He'd better not be dead" Zim mumbled to himself as he hurriedly walked. He might have noticed that one of the hovering devices he used to move corpses was missing, but he was in too much of a hurry for that. He started down the hall where Dib's cell, of sorts, was located only to freeze in place when he saw the door open. A slight panic washed over him and he inched up to the door carefully as if something would come out and attack him. Once there, he peered in to see the room was empty. His face contorted into one of rage.
"Fuck!"
Zim didn't know what to think, what to do, what to say. This was completely unexpected and it hit him full force. He knew the answer to the question he had been itching to ask and it made him sick. He wanted so very desperately to be alone, but he knew they wouldn't give him that. Disgusted with himself, Zim went back to the house level, subjugating himself to the influence of the voices.
He didn't want to die Zim just wanted to be free. In these moments of desperation, he thought of death. He had heard of the existence of omniscient beings. He wasn't sure whether he believed that or not. The only thing he was certain of was that he'd find out soon enough.
"Z, what's the matter?" Mr. Pork asked, ripping Zim away from his ponderings. He glanced at the pig for a moment before looking away. "Now... don't do anything rash..." Pork said slowly, fearing for his continuation.
"The only thing I'll be doing is getting rid of you" Zim replied with contempt.
"He's doing it because he loves us so much that he doesn't want to burden us with his presence any longer." Mooseboy said cheerily. "Isn't that nice?"
"That's not why... I don't want you ruling me anymore." Zim said as he glanced between the two. Mooseboy shrugged.
"As long as you do it... it doesn't matter why." Psycho Mooseboy was practically beaming.
"Yes it does... he's being misleading! Look, I still want you around..." Zim finished the statement for him.
"So you can keep using me like you always have." Mr. Pork's jaw dropped.
"That's not fair!"
"No, this isn't fair; life's not fair! I should be in control of me! You two shouldn't have as much influence as you do! I'm fucked up and it's your fault... so I'm getting rid of you the only way I can think of." Zim glared between the two.
"That's nice..." Mooseboy said through a yawn. "But I don't see you doing it."
"I'm waiting..."
"For what?" Pork demanded.
"The rain"
END!
Heh... good you skipped my intro thingy because it was too long and if you didn't... ... Oh my God! Somebody cares! The author that is me is in shock! K... anyway... I like the rain... it's so intriguing... Zim likes its burning quality at the moment. Getting burned alive is an intense feeling (don't ask me how I know this is... because I have not experienced the burn) I wonder if Zim can go through with it... Oh... and if you're worried about Dib being in the hospital... I know it can be a dangerous place... with all those doctors... and that new set of shiny surgery knives that just came in... but, as I said... I can't kill him... not right now anyway... and damn do I have a lot to say... I need to put this talkativeness to some use... *goes to update her mouth off page* K...go check out the website... (see my shameless self plug? well... maybe a little shame) lizzy733.batcave.net All links now working! Hurray for earth! And I shoom...
Started at 3:48am ... completed at 6:13pm ... (there was a little break in there for sleeping somewhere...*shrugs*)