Yes, yes... I know it's been forever and a day and I am truly disgusted at
myself for neglecting this story. I truly am, but I have a full time job
now and I have hit a slump on inspiration so I'm giving you what I've
gotten so far. This story should be somewhere close to getting finished,
I'm just having trouble getting it there. Again, I am very perturbed at
myself for my procrastination as of late. So here goes the story...
Zim the Homicidal Irken part 15...
"Wait, so I guess that means it's not just me. What are you supposed to be anyway? My inner child?" Zim asked the toy.
"The name's Dirty Chickie and I represent everything your flesh craves" proclaimed the happy meal toy.
"Sounds like you're just another Pork."
"Oh no! I was here long before Mr. Pork! He only wanted you to fulfill his urge for carnage."
"But you want that too don't you?"
"If that's what you want to do then I can't say I'm against it."
"What if that's not what I want?! What if I don't want anything?" Zim said while looming dangerously close to the new voice.
"You can't live without want. There'll be something you can't do without and I'll be there to fulfill that desire." Zim glared at the toy.
"Ah fuck it." The talk had angered Zim to a great extent. In all actuality there shouldn't have been a talk in the first place. Zim knew exactly what he wanted and that was silence. If somebody was going to talk, it would be him and not some fat lady hiding in the bushes. Zim walked down the narrow stairwell to his 'lab' (not a meth lab... think right!). Once he reached the threshold, he could hear the shouts and please of the deserving people who had accumulated over time. Zim paced from one room to the next. Exactly how long had he been gone? He could tell by the state of his guests that it had to have been at least a week. Zim checked from room to room.
"Dead" he remarked casually as he left behind a room containing the body of a twenty your old man who had a rat happily nesting in the gaping hole that was his skull and nibbling on the decaying flesh that was drawing flies.
"Lifeless" Zim remarked as he passed a bruised and battered woman's corpse. Her lifeless body was covered with random gashes and the flesh had begun to bloat.
"Deceased." That last room had contained one of the many machines used as an educational tool. The student hadn't been that eager to learn. Zim strolled along from room to room passively.
"There's a live one!" he exclaimed upon coming to a room with a mind just waiting to be educated. The student for this evening was a short haired brunette who had the audacity to mock Zim because he wore what she referred to as a "pink" shirt. Funny, she wasn't so quick to speak out now.
"Hello there. I was dead but I'm ok now so we get to resume the lesson! Just think of how lucky you are." Zim smirked at the girl as he tightened the restraints that held her to the wall. Zim's plans to nail flesh to boards were interrupted by a loud buzzer sound. A screen popped down from the ceiling with the human word doorbell flashing across.
"Who could that be?" Zim queried aloud as he ascended the many steps back to his living room. He was surprised his unwanted guests hadn't left by the time he got there, but Zim flung open the front door to reveal his houseguest. There stood two poorly disguised creatures.
"Hello there earth child! Would you like to come with us on a walk? We have candy." Zim glanced between the two.
"Are you aliens?" he asked.
"No." There was a long pause. The silence was finally broken by Zim.
"Okay, I know you're aliens but it would be dumb for you to take me seeing as I am not an earth child. I happen to be an Irken who is in the middle of a very important maiming so if you wouldn't mind too horribly, I'd like to get back to that."
"Uhm, uhm, uhm, uhm..." said the alien dressed as a woman with a nametag reading 'Fred'. 'Fred' looked at his comrade. "Use the sack!" At this point, the one dressed as a man with a 'Mary' nametag produced just that, a sack, and launched it at Zim. Annoyed by the gesture, Zim sidestepped the attack.
"You know, I was just thinking... you should take my neighbor. He's human and I'm, well, not. You won't learn much about humans if you take me."
"Why would you think that? Besides, we're already here! Why should we waste an hour by going all the way next door? We have a schedule to keep."
"Well, first of all, I'm not going to let you catch me, and second of all, the human next door has a sister as well. If you were to go over there now you could probably get two humans." The alien intruders seemed to be in deep thought as they weighted their choices.
"Euaghuhhahumah... alright we'll go next door human wormbaby."
"Good, I'm glad to hear that on and I'm not human." 'Mary' and 'Fred' exchanged glances before walking across Zim's dirt lawn. Zim glared after the odd pair for a moment, surprised that they had gone to the correct house. The thought of making them pay for their mistaking him for a wretched human did cross his mind, but their intelligence was such that they would not benefit from anything he would have to do to them.
Zim sighed as he looked up into the sky to see a large floating rubber chicken. He raised a brow before going back inside and re-walking the long corridors of his basement till he got to the room he had been in previously.
"Now where were we?" he asked the brunette...
An incessant buzzing rang through the Membrane household.
"Dib, make it stop or I will personally eviscerate you at skool today!" Gaz yelled to her brother as he walked to the door, wincing occasionally.
"I'm coming, I'm coming... geeze." Dib opened the door wide and looked up at the visitors. Before his mind had a chance to process the two creatures standing before him, he was rudely shoved into a waiting sack.
"Euryeah! Now you go get the boy" 'Fred' said to 'Mary'. The alien came upon Gaz who was in her normal perching spot, the couch. Her head did a one hundred and eighty degree turn and she stared the alien down.
"I'm trying to play my game; can't I play my game?" 'Mary' backed down slowly.
"This one's defective! I say we leave im'."
"No, no don't leave em'! We need all the humans we can get."
"Aw but look at it. There's something wrong with that'n." The unwanted alien guest glanced over at the growling Gaz. A look of worry crossed the extraterrestrial's face.
"I think maybe you're right for once." 'Fred' said before smacking the bag holding a struggling Dib.
"Eeeerm, let's get out of here. These human peach houses give me the creeps."
"Alright then." And with that, the aliens were off with their human cargo.
END
Hopefully it won't take me a million years to update this again...
Zim the Homicidal Irken part 15...
"Wait, so I guess that means it's not just me. What are you supposed to be anyway? My inner child?" Zim asked the toy.
"The name's Dirty Chickie and I represent everything your flesh craves" proclaimed the happy meal toy.
"Sounds like you're just another Pork."
"Oh no! I was here long before Mr. Pork! He only wanted you to fulfill his urge for carnage."
"But you want that too don't you?"
"If that's what you want to do then I can't say I'm against it."
"What if that's not what I want?! What if I don't want anything?" Zim said while looming dangerously close to the new voice.
"You can't live without want. There'll be something you can't do without and I'll be there to fulfill that desire." Zim glared at the toy.
"Ah fuck it." The talk had angered Zim to a great extent. In all actuality there shouldn't have been a talk in the first place. Zim knew exactly what he wanted and that was silence. If somebody was going to talk, it would be him and not some fat lady hiding in the bushes. Zim walked down the narrow stairwell to his 'lab' (not a meth lab... think right!). Once he reached the threshold, he could hear the shouts and please of the deserving people who had accumulated over time. Zim paced from one room to the next. Exactly how long had he been gone? He could tell by the state of his guests that it had to have been at least a week. Zim checked from room to room.
"Dead" he remarked casually as he left behind a room containing the body of a twenty your old man who had a rat happily nesting in the gaping hole that was his skull and nibbling on the decaying flesh that was drawing flies.
"Lifeless" Zim remarked as he passed a bruised and battered woman's corpse. Her lifeless body was covered with random gashes and the flesh had begun to bloat.
"Deceased." That last room had contained one of the many machines used as an educational tool. The student hadn't been that eager to learn. Zim strolled along from room to room passively.
"There's a live one!" he exclaimed upon coming to a room with a mind just waiting to be educated. The student for this evening was a short haired brunette who had the audacity to mock Zim because he wore what she referred to as a "pink" shirt. Funny, she wasn't so quick to speak out now.
"Hello there. I was dead but I'm ok now so we get to resume the lesson! Just think of how lucky you are." Zim smirked at the girl as he tightened the restraints that held her to the wall. Zim's plans to nail flesh to boards were interrupted by a loud buzzer sound. A screen popped down from the ceiling with the human word doorbell flashing across.
"Who could that be?" Zim queried aloud as he ascended the many steps back to his living room. He was surprised his unwanted guests hadn't left by the time he got there, but Zim flung open the front door to reveal his houseguest. There stood two poorly disguised creatures.
"Hello there earth child! Would you like to come with us on a walk? We have candy." Zim glanced between the two.
"Are you aliens?" he asked.
"No." There was a long pause. The silence was finally broken by Zim.
"Okay, I know you're aliens but it would be dumb for you to take me seeing as I am not an earth child. I happen to be an Irken who is in the middle of a very important maiming so if you wouldn't mind too horribly, I'd like to get back to that."
"Uhm, uhm, uhm, uhm..." said the alien dressed as a woman with a nametag reading 'Fred'. 'Fred' looked at his comrade. "Use the sack!" At this point, the one dressed as a man with a 'Mary' nametag produced just that, a sack, and launched it at Zim. Annoyed by the gesture, Zim sidestepped the attack.
"You know, I was just thinking... you should take my neighbor. He's human and I'm, well, not. You won't learn much about humans if you take me."
"Why would you think that? Besides, we're already here! Why should we waste an hour by going all the way next door? We have a schedule to keep."
"Well, first of all, I'm not going to let you catch me, and second of all, the human next door has a sister as well. If you were to go over there now you could probably get two humans." The alien intruders seemed to be in deep thought as they weighted their choices.
"Euaghuhhahumah... alright we'll go next door human wormbaby."
"Good, I'm glad to hear that on and I'm not human." 'Mary' and 'Fred' exchanged glances before walking across Zim's dirt lawn. Zim glared after the odd pair for a moment, surprised that they had gone to the correct house. The thought of making them pay for their mistaking him for a wretched human did cross his mind, but their intelligence was such that they would not benefit from anything he would have to do to them.
Zim sighed as he looked up into the sky to see a large floating rubber chicken. He raised a brow before going back inside and re-walking the long corridors of his basement till he got to the room he had been in previously.
"Now where were we?" he asked the brunette...
An incessant buzzing rang through the Membrane household.
"Dib, make it stop or I will personally eviscerate you at skool today!" Gaz yelled to her brother as he walked to the door, wincing occasionally.
"I'm coming, I'm coming... geeze." Dib opened the door wide and looked up at the visitors. Before his mind had a chance to process the two creatures standing before him, he was rudely shoved into a waiting sack.
"Euryeah! Now you go get the boy" 'Fred' said to 'Mary'. The alien came upon Gaz who was in her normal perching spot, the couch. Her head did a one hundred and eighty degree turn and she stared the alien down.
"I'm trying to play my game; can't I play my game?" 'Mary' backed down slowly.
"This one's defective! I say we leave im'."
"No, no don't leave em'! We need all the humans we can get."
"Aw but look at it. There's something wrong with that'n." The unwanted alien guest glanced over at the growling Gaz. A look of worry crossed the extraterrestrial's face.
"I think maybe you're right for once." 'Fred' said before smacking the bag holding a struggling Dib.
"Eeeerm, let's get out of here. These human peach houses give me the creeps."
"Alright then." And with that, the aliens were off with their human cargo.
END
Hopefully it won't take me a million years to update this again...