I stuck in a lengthy outro so... I don't own nuthin' it's Vasquez' doings!
On to the story!
Zim the Suicidal Irken part 12(Muahahahahahaha!)
"There are other ways of doing this... ways that don't end in you die..." Pork was cut off before he has time to finish.
"I've exhausted all the options. This is the only way and I'm going to do it damn it! You can't do a damn thing about it! Not you!" Zim stood and pointed to the dismayed Mr. Pork "Or you!" he demanded while pointing at elated Mooseboy. "Well... fuck it! You want me to die anyway don't you?"
"Myup... go at it!" Mooseboy said with cheer.
"I hate that you find some sort of satisfaction in the thought of my death."
"You haven't killed yourself yet..." Mooseboy said stating the obvious.
"I told you I'm waiting."
"Oh yes, on the rain. If you were serious about killing yourself you'd go get a highly destructive laser and blow your brains all over the wall."
"Shut up! If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it MY way! You hear me?! I AM IN CONTROL HERE!!"
"Come on Z... You don't have to do this... why don't you go out and get a cherry brainfreezy?" Pork suggested.
"Hmm, a cherry brainfreezy would be.... NO! No freezies! I'm waiting on the rain... and just so I don't have to listen to you two..." he said as he glared between them both. "I'm waiting outside." And with that, Zim got up from his place on the floor and exited his house through the back door. He lay on the cold, oppressive dirt ground and stared up at the accumulating clouds. A tear strayed down his cheek as he waited for his ending.
'It will all be over soon. Just like Mooseboy said; the rain will come and it will wash away what the tears can't. All I have to do is wait for death.' He looked up into the swirling mass of clouds, hoping the merciful outburst would come swiftly.
Back to Meanwhile!
Iggins pauses in his onslaught of terror when he realizes there are no creatures left to destroy. He looks around at his surroundings. The forest is covered in the gory remains of the woodland creatures.
"I must have made an unbeatable top score! I am the superior gamer!" Iggins looks around. There is no one to praise him for his conquest. In his mind he defeated the enemies of the forest and valley, but in reality he has been an oppressive smiter of the innocent. His delusions give him the benefit of thinking he has done some great feat in the name of all gamers.
"Well... I guess it's time to go back home and play my GS2!" Iggins hops away, leaving the mallet behind in a mound of what can only be entrails. He gleefully skips the rest of the way back to his window, but notices something not entirely kosher about his room.
He enters the window and looks around. The lights are out... except for a slight green glow emanating from a square screen. Iggins clicks on the light of his bedside table, which is conveniently located nearby the window. The extra illumination is enough for him to see a girl with purple hair sitting on his bed playing his GS2.
"That's mine!" he squeals in an annoyingly hyper voice.
"Is it?" asks the girl, locking eyes with the spastic boy. She grins evilly as she picks up an item from the foot of the bed and holds it over her head. As the light glints off the item, Iggins gives his opinion of it.
"Hey that looks exactly like the Barrock Axe of Doom that you have to have the special code to access in the Final Assault beta version!" A slicing noise is heard aaand... now we see Iggins has fallen to the ground with a serious indentation in his head. Look, you can see a little grey matter there.
END!
About an hour had passed and still the heavens hadn't issued forth a downpour of any sort. Zim was growing impatient and 'they' had come to the kitchen window to watch the spectacle. He could hear them from where he was lying, face up on the dirt patch that was his backyard.
"Do you really think he'll go through with it Mooseboy?"
"To tell you the truth, I wouldn't be surprised if he got up and came back in right now. He's too weak to do it!" Mooseboy said, raising his voice over the last sentence.
Zim winced at the comment. He knew Mooseboy was only egging him on. He really felt weak for complying with the moose's orders, but what other way was there to rid himself of the obnoxious presences? Yelling had worked to rid him of Naildoggy, although he quite regretted that now. Naildoggy was the only one who seemed to truly care about him and now he was gone.
'Maybe if Naildoggy was still around... no, what am I saying. As quickly as he left, it was as if he was waiting for a reason to go. He didn't want to be around me any more than Tak or Dib... or anyone on this fucking ball of dirt! I bet I wasn't even missed at skool today. I won't be missed tomorrow... or the next day. Rest is right around the corner. I have time... I have all the time in the world... to wait. I can do this. I can break free. I don't need those assholes in there to tell me what to do. Fook, what am I saying? Mooseboy is overjoyed. He wants this! So in a way, I'm still giving in to them. But, that's it isn't it? Either I kill myself and make Mooseboy happy or I don't and make Mr. Pork happy. It doesn't matter that I just want to do this for myself. It all has to do with those fucking pieces of plastic!'
"Oh look Mooseboy! He's looking at us. Do you think he's second guessing his decision?"
Zim glared with all of his power to do so at the voices that thought so highly of themselves. One, wanting nothing more than to serve his master... the other, a rebel with his own ideals. In either direction, Zim saw conformity. There was no in which he could dwell.
He once again diverted his attention to the skies and the swirling dark blue mass. It was so unlike the skies that he remembered from his home... or did he remember? It seemed an eternity had passed since he last laid eyes on the atmosphere of Irk. The only image he could recover from his fragmented mind was a blur of purple and red hues. One would think these memories would be impressionable enough to linger throughout a lifetime, but Zim found them slowly slipping away from him. The more he tried to concentrate on that one image, the more it became distorted, slipping away.
It didn't really matter to him now. He would never see that skyscape again. He concentrated on the view above him, studying its ever changing appearance as clouds swirled around themselves, ready to drop their load. He didn't want to forget one detail.
While this was happening, Dib was being catered to in the hospital. No one believed him that an attacker had caused his wound. On nurse hypothesized that he had fallen out of a tree and was impaled by a branch on the way down... accounting for the gash, and that his gall bladder had caught on the limb and he continued to fall... accounting for the missing appendage. Dib had demanded that this was as improbable as it was impractical, but despite his opinion. The doctors seemed to accept this as another likely cause of the injury.
Although the doctors' opinions and hypothesis were entirely inaccurate, their treatment methods were up to speed. After checking for internal hemorrhaging, Dib had received a few blood transfusions and they had re- sutured his laceration, cleaning it of any signs of infection. He asked them how they explained the poor stitching. His reply was that while he was in shock, a fuzzy woodland creature decided to try and help him and desperately used a porcupine's quill and hair from an unknown source to help him as best they could. (see me mock man's ignorance?)
It was beyond Dib how they couldn't see. The answers were right in front of them, as clear as day. But for some reason they chose to ignore the obvious, engrossing themselves in meaningless little details that were exceedingly inadequate at masking reality.
His largely head hurt and he was certain it was a side effect to the drugs they haphazardly pumped into his system through a single IV line. The beeping of his vital signs did little more than provide a beat for his throbbing head. He knew what being stable was... and there was no way he was about to flat line, so when the nurse decided to grace his room with her presence, he asked her about it.
"Uhm... why do they have me hooked up to a heart monitor? I think I'm ok enough for them to take me off of it" He said looking at the overly thin woman.
"Have you ever heard of sudden infant death syndrome?" she asked as she checked his IV. She had yet to even look at him.
"Yes... but I'm not an infant!" he protested, wincing at the slight (slight due to drugs making his brainmeats release chemicals that counteract them nervsies) amount of pain it brought him. She looked down at him, blowing a bubble with her gum, waiting for him to continue his annoying talk. "Never mind" he said realizing that the hospitals were only full of people who thought they were better than those of normal society and that their hypothesis were the only correct ones. She let the bubble pop and swiftly exited the room.
Meanwhile... we see a blank screen with no background. A 'cute' little hamster walks across the scene.
"Hi! I'm the cute and fuzzy little peepi person! I was purchased from a pet store for the sole purpose of being a filler for this author's crappy work! I remember being at the pet shop... I had friends and family there." "
The panel moves on. "But one day, a girl came in and squeezed all my little peepi brethren. I know this because I was there. I was not squished because my mother's corpse was dropped on me and the girl happened to pass me by."
The panel moves on. "Look! I'm wiggling my toes for your enjoyment! Laugh at the cuteness of my little toes!"
The panel moves on. "I still have flashbacks some times. I have been mentally scarred beyond anything my poor little hamster mind was meant to be able to handle."
The panel moves on. "I'm frolicking over the hills with flowers! Do you see? Don't I look happy? I'm not really happy. This fake smile on my face is there for your viewing pleasure. It hides the mental torture I must daily endure."
The panel moves on. "I constantly ask myself why I was the only one to make it out. Why couldn't it have been another?"
The panel moves on. "Now watch as I use this splinter as a toothpick! Yes, gawk at my cuteness! Yarg! Noooo! Mommie! MOMMIE!??!?!?!"
The panel moves on. "Well... the author is done using me for the time being. I will now be returned to that cage in that spooky alien's base right next to the shifty-eyed weasels. Alright... this is over..." Peepi starts to walk away. "No... really." He walks out of view.
END!
Zim let out a sigh. Another half hour had passed with no action from the clouds, that is, until he felt a slight tinge on his cheek. He continued to stare up at the sky as a slight drizzle began.
END!!!!
Alrighty... if you didn't notice... I just kinda got off on some strange lil' topics during this chapter. And... all those remarks about hospitals were not there to make fun of hospital people, but people in general. So if you don't work at a hospital, don't feel privileged. Ooh and the hamster carnage was inspired by Roman Dirge... I actually started trying to think of this chapter in a chat room, working in character. I have this logged and will release it at some time... not now... because it gives away plot... and I don't wanna do that. After I have executed all those plottings, I will post it as a chapter. Although it was really me and some friends messing around, it ended up being pretty funny... to me anyway. Zim took on some strange personality quirks during it that, in the 20000+ words I've written on him, has never happened before, but that's what you get when you try to talk rationally to irrational characters. Anyway... lucky 13's up next! Stay tuned!
Started some time around 2am... completed at 7:43am.
Zim the Suicidal Irken part 12(Muahahahahahaha!)
"There are other ways of doing this... ways that don't end in you die..." Pork was cut off before he has time to finish.
"I've exhausted all the options. This is the only way and I'm going to do it damn it! You can't do a damn thing about it! Not you!" Zim stood and pointed to the dismayed Mr. Pork "Or you!" he demanded while pointing at elated Mooseboy. "Well... fuck it! You want me to die anyway don't you?"
"Myup... go at it!" Mooseboy said with cheer.
"I hate that you find some sort of satisfaction in the thought of my death."
"You haven't killed yourself yet..." Mooseboy said stating the obvious.
"I told you I'm waiting."
"Oh yes, on the rain. If you were serious about killing yourself you'd go get a highly destructive laser and blow your brains all over the wall."
"Shut up! If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it MY way! You hear me?! I AM IN CONTROL HERE!!"
"Come on Z... You don't have to do this... why don't you go out and get a cherry brainfreezy?" Pork suggested.
"Hmm, a cherry brainfreezy would be.... NO! No freezies! I'm waiting on the rain... and just so I don't have to listen to you two..." he said as he glared between them both. "I'm waiting outside." And with that, Zim got up from his place on the floor and exited his house through the back door. He lay on the cold, oppressive dirt ground and stared up at the accumulating clouds. A tear strayed down his cheek as he waited for his ending.
'It will all be over soon. Just like Mooseboy said; the rain will come and it will wash away what the tears can't. All I have to do is wait for death.' He looked up into the swirling mass of clouds, hoping the merciful outburst would come swiftly.
Back to Meanwhile!
Iggins pauses in his onslaught of terror when he realizes there are no creatures left to destroy. He looks around at his surroundings. The forest is covered in the gory remains of the woodland creatures.
"I must have made an unbeatable top score! I am the superior gamer!" Iggins looks around. There is no one to praise him for his conquest. In his mind he defeated the enemies of the forest and valley, but in reality he has been an oppressive smiter of the innocent. His delusions give him the benefit of thinking he has done some great feat in the name of all gamers.
"Well... I guess it's time to go back home and play my GS2!" Iggins hops away, leaving the mallet behind in a mound of what can only be entrails. He gleefully skips the rest of the way back to his window, but notices something not entirely kosher about his room.
He enters the window and looks around. The lights are out... except for a slight green glow emanating from a square screen. Iggins clicks on the light of his bedside table, which is conveniently located nearby the window. The extra illumination is enough for him to see a girl with purple hair sitting on his bed playing his GS2.
"That's mine!" he squeals in an annoyingly hyper voice.
"Is it?" asks the girl, locking eyes with the spastic boy. She grins evilly as she picks up an item from the foot of the bed and holds it over her head. As the light glints off the item, Iggins gives his opinion of it.
"Hey that looks exactly like the Barrock Axe of Doom that you have to have the special code to access in the Final Assault beta version!" A slicing noise is heard aaand... now we see Iggins has fallen to the ground with a serious indentation in his head. Look, you can see a little grey matter there.
END!
About an hour had passed and still the heavens hadn't issued forth a downpour of any sort. Zim was growing impatient and 'they' had come to the kitchen window to watch the spectacle. He could hear them from where he was lying, face up on the dirt patch that was his backyard.
"Do you really think he'll go through with it Mooseboy?"
"To tell you the truth, I wouldn't be surprised if he got up and came back in right now. He's too weak to do it!" Mooseboy said, raising his voice over the last sentence.
Zim winced at the comment. He knew Mooseboy was only egging him on. He really felt weak for complying with the moose's orders, but what other way was there to rid himself of the obnoxious presences? Yelling had worked to rid him of Naildoggy, although he quite regretted that now. Naildoggy was the only one who seemed to truly care about him and now he was gone.
'Maybe if Naildoggy was still around... no, what am I saying. As quickly as he left, it was as if he was waiting for a reason to go. He didn't want to be around me any more than Tak or Dib... or anyone on this fucking ball of dirt! I bet I wasn't even missed at skool today. I won't be missed tomorrow... or the next day. Rest is right around the corner. I have time... I have all the time in the world... to wait. I can do this. I can break free. I don't need those assholes in there to tell me what to do. Fook, what am I saying? Mooseboy is overjoyed. He wants this! So in a way, I'm still giving in to them. But, that's it isn't it? Either I kill myself and make Mooseboy happy or I don't and make Mr. Pork happy. It doesn't matter that I just want to do this for myself. It all has to do with those fucking pieces of plastic!'
"Oh look Mooseboy! He's looking at us. Do you think he's second guessing his decision?"
Zim glared with all of his power to do so at the voices that thought so highly of themselves. One, wanting nothing more than to serve his master... the other, a rebel with his own ideals. In either direction, Zim saw conformity. There was no in which he could dwell.
He once again diverted his attention to the skies and the swirling dark blue mass. It was so unlike the skies that he remembered from his home... or did he remember? It seemed an eternity had passed since he last laid eyes on the atmosphere of Irk. The only image he could recover from his fragmented mind was a blur of purple and red hues. One would think these memories would be impressionable enough to linger throughout a lifetime, but Zim found them slowly slipping away from him. The more he tried to concentrate on that one image, the more it became distorted, slipping away.
It didn't really matter to him now. He would never see that skyscape again. He concentrated on the view above him, studying its ever changing appearance as clouds swirled around themselves, ready to drop their load. He didn't want to forget one detail.
While this was happening, Dib was being catered to in the hospital. No one believed him that an attacker had caused his wound. On nurse hypothesized that he had fallen out of a tree and was impaled by a branch on the way down... accounting for the gash, and that his gall bladder had caught on the limb and he continued to fall... accounting for the missing appendage. Dib had demanded that this was as improbable as it was impractical, but despite his opinion. The doctors seemed to accept this as another likely cause of the injury.
Although the doctors' opinions and hypothesis were entirely inaccurate, their treatment methods were up to speed. After checking for internal hemorrhaging, Dib had received a few blood transfusions and they had re- sutured his laceration, cleaning it of any signs of infection. He asked them how they explained the poor stitching. His reply was that while he was in shock, a fuzzy woodland creature decided to try and help him and desperately used a porcupine's quill and hair from an unknown source to help him as best they could. (see me mock man's ignorance?)
It was beyond Dib how they couldn't see. The answers were right in front of them, as clear as day. But for some reason they chose to ignore the obvious, engrossing themselves in meaningless little details that were exceedingly inadequate at masking reality.
His largely head hurt and he was certain it was a side effect to the drugs they haphazardly pumped into his system through a single IV line. The beeping of his vital signs did little more than provide a beat for his throbbing head. He knew what being stable was... and there was no way he was about to flat line, so when the nurse decided to grace his room with her presence, he asked her about it.
"Uhm... why do they have me hooked up to a heart monitor? I think I'm ok enough for them to take me off of it" He said looking at the overly thin woman.
"Have you ever heard of sudden infant death syndrome?" she asked as she checked his IV. She had yet to even look at him.
"Yes... but I'm not an infant!" he protested, wincing at the slight (slight due to drugs making his brainmeats release chemicals that counteract them nervsies) amount of pain it brought him. She looked down at him, blowing a bubble with her gum, waiting for him to continue his annoying talk. "Never mind" he said realizing that the hospitals were only full of people who thought they were better than those of normal society and that their hypothesis were the only correct ones. She let the bubble pop and swiftly exited the room.
Meanwhile... we see a blank screen with no background. A 'cute' little hamster walks across the scene.
"Hi! I'm the cute and fuzzy little peepi person! I was purchased from a pet store for the sole purpose of being a filler for this author's crappy work! I remember being at the pet shop... I had friends and family there." "
The panel moves on. "But one day, a girl came in and squeezed all my little peepi brethren. I know this because I was there. I was not squished because my mother's corpse was dropped on me and the girl happened to pass me by."
The panel moves on. "Look! I'm wiggling my toes for your enjoyment! Laugh at the cuteness of my little toes!"
The panel moves on. "I still have flashbacks some times. I have been mentally scarred beyond anything my poor little hamster mind was meant to be able to handle."
The panel moves on. "I'm frolicking over the hills with flowers! Do you see? Don't I look happy? I'm not really happy. This fake smile on my face is there for your viewing pleasure. It hides the mental torture I must daily endure."
The panel moves on. "I constantly ask myself why I was the only one to make it out. Why couldn't it have been another?"
The panel moves on. "Now watch as I use this splinter as a toothpick! Yes, gawk at my cuteness! Yarg! Noooo! Mommie! MOMMIE!??!?!?!"
The panel moves on. "Well... the author is done using me for the time being. I will now be returned to that cage in that spooky alien's base right next to the shifty-eyed weasels. Alright... this is over..." Peepi starts to walk away. "No... really." He walks out of view.
END!
Zim let out a sigh. Another half hour had passed with no action from the clouds, that is, until he felt a slight tinge on his cheek. He continued to stare up at the sky as a slight drizzle began.
END!!!!
Alrighty... if you didn't notice... I just kinda got off on some strange lil' topics during this chapter. And... all those remarks about hospitals were not there to make fun of hospital people, but people in general. So if you don't work at a hospital, don't feel privileged. Ooh and the hamster carnage was inspired by Roman Dirge... I actually started trying to think of this chapter in a chat room, working in character. I have this logged and will release it at some time... not now... because it gives away plot... and I don't wanna do that. After I have executed all those plottings, I will post it as a chapter. Although it was really me and some friends messing around, it ended up being pretty funny... to me anyway. Zim took on some strange personality quirks during it that, in the 20000+ words I've written on him, has never happened before, but that's what you get when you try to talk rationally to irrational characters. Anyway... lucky 13's up next! Stay tuned!
Started some time around 2am... completed at 7:43am.