Hiya peoples!! It's me again. Here with another story of mine. But hey,
what can I say? I was bored. So bored to the point of which I am writing
this. And yes, I don't know why I wrote such violent story. But anyways,
this story is what happens when Zim finally snaps, and goes out and starts
killing everybody that has tormented him.
Anyways, down to business. I do not own Zim, Dib, Gir, Gaz, blah, blah, blah. You know, I gotta say the legal stuff. Don't wanna get sued. The almighty thinnest, Jhonen Vasquez, owns all of em. I wish I owned Gaz though; she is so cool.
Zim, the Homicidal Maniac
By GothicAngel
Zim sat in his lab thinking. He seemed deep in thought, with his eyes closed and his antennas down. It was a dark gloomy night. The storming outside seemed to match his mood perfectly. It was earlier that day that Zim had to deal with Dib, not during the skool day, though. He was sick of Dib. And he vowed that as soon as he conquered Earth, he would destroy Dib. Rip his heart out of his dead body and give it to Gir. Mount his head on the wall inside his voot cruiser. This, he promised.
He got up out of the chair he was sitting in, and walked over to some monitors on the wall. Looking carefully at one particular screen. There were six in all. He stared at the one in the middle. Which happened to have Dib on it, walking around in his room, obviously looking for something. A few days ago, Zim had placed a very tiny camera in Dib's room when Dib had left to go to Bloaty's Pizza Hog with Gaz and Professor Membrane.
He stared intensely at the screen. His look of interest suddenly turned to a look of anger, and he slammed his fist into the screen as hard as he could. The glass from the screen shattered and fell to the floor.
Zim pulled a sharp piece of glass from his hand. Admiring the green blood that stained it. Blood dripped from his gloved hand, but he didn't care. He barely even felt the pain that shot up his arm. His anger had overcome the pain. Dropping the piece of broken glass to the floor, he decided to go outside for a minute or so, despite the fearsome weather that was raging about outside like an angry bull.
He took the elevator and went upstairs. Gir was nowhere to be found. But Zim didn't care. He opened the front door and walked outside.
The wind blew his antennas back. He didn't care about the fact that he didn't have his disguise on. Tonight was one of those many nights that he didn't care about anything. He gazed up in the sky, watching the lightning flash through the many sheets of rain that poured down heavily upon his base. Zim was getting soaked, but still, he didn't care.
This was his sixth year on Earth. And he was no closer to conquering it now than he was when he first arrived. Dib was about sixteen now. He had formed a group of friends. Zim struggled to remember that particular word. 'Friends.' Dib talked and laughed with them almost every day before and after skool. Although Dib was more mature, he still hadn't given up on Paranormal Investigation. He still chased Zim around, tried to plant spying devices in Zim's base, and he was still trying to prove that he was an alien. It was just the other day that Gir came home with one of Dib's camouflaged spying machines. Gir thought it was a leaf. Zim ordered Gir to destroy it immediately.
Dib had grown a lot since he and Zim left the Elementary Skool and went on to High Skool. Zim had grown some too. He figured that it must have had something to do with some kind of force on Earth. He wasn't as tall as Dib though, maybe about a half-a-foot shorter. A few thin strands of Dib's jet- black hair hung down in his face.
Zim had become very angry at his surroundings over the past few years. Mainly it was because he had made no progress in destroying Earth. But it was also because the Dib human just wouldn't stop chasing him, or trying to capture him. Almost nobody at skool came near him. Zim had become quite strong despite him only being five-foot something. Just last week when Gaz was walking by, she came a little to close to Zim and accidentally bushed against him a little bit. Zim, of course, wouldn't have that. He turned around sharply and grabbed her shoulders, making her drop her books. Then he pinned the Earth child up against the wall, pinned her hard, and stared strait into the girl's wide, frightened eyes. Gaz was a scary person, and Zim was probably the only one to be even scarier than her. Zim took a moment to study the expression on Gaz's face before speaking.
"You touched me." Zim said still holding Gaz by the shoulders.
"I- I didn't mean to!" Gaz stuttered frighteningly.
"Do you know what I do to people who touch me?" Zim said, his eyelid lowering on his left eye. The look of pure evil and anger on his face threatened to kill Gaz. Just that look.
"N-n- no."
"Well then my puny minded Earth child, you're about to find out." Zim said as he took one hand off Gaz and raised it above his head.
Still holding Gaz against the wall with one hand, the hand above Zim's head balled up into a fist. He was getting ready to knock Gaz unconscious, but, to his disapproval, the principal had just turned the corner and saw this.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the principal yelled as he ran over to help Gaz.
You see, Zim's plan was to knock Gaz unconscious, drag her out of the skool unnoticed, and take her back to the base. After he had taken her back to the base, he would make sure she was still unconscious, and then take out the human weapon he had, a pistol, and put a bullet right between Gaz's eyes. He wouldn't have to worry about the cops finding out who did it, because they couldn't take fingerprint samples. One good thing about Irkens, is that they don't have fingerprints.
After Zim had killed Gaz, he probably would have decided to just throw her away in a nearby dumpster. And he would have done all of this too, if the stupid goddamned Earth principal hadn't caught him.
The principal took Zim into his office, where he suspended him for the rest of the skool year.
Gaz was great full, but she hadn't realized that the principal had actually saved her life. She only thought that Zim was going to beat her up. She had no idea what his plan really was.
Zim realized he was still standing outside his base in the rain. He opened the door and walked back inside. He went to bed, even though he was soaked. He didn't care. Not about anything.
"I don't care," he said before falling asleep, "I just, don't care."
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The next morning, Zim awoke on the sofa, and feeling quiet sleepy to his surprise. He figured he must have been up later than he had thought. Never the less, he went to stand up. When he put his hand down on the arm of the sofa, he felt a sharp pain shoot up his arm. When he brought his hand up to his face to inspect it, he suddenly remembered what had happened. Last night, the monitor, the broken glass... It all came back to him. The storm, yes, he remembered it all.
He walked into the kitchen and found Gir there. Making breakfast, or, as Zim called it, a mess. Zim sighed as he inspected the kitchen. Broken eggshells on the floor, crumbs on the counter, egg yolk everywhere. And to make things worse, some kind of yellowish-brown batter in the oven was expanding, seeping out through the oven door, and gushing to the floor of his kitchen.
Zim was on his way to the lab to clean out the wound on his hand, when he stepped on an egg on the floor. The egg broke opened, causing Zim to slip and fall hard on his back on the linoleum. Hitting his head.
Gir was startled by the crashing sound of Zim's fall, and looked back. Seeing it was only his master, Gir walked over to him.
"Hiya master! Want some breakfast?" Gir asked in a cheery voice.
Zim, on the other hand, was not as cheery.
"No, Gir, I don't want any breakfast! Today is probably going to be the single worst day of my life! I have a sore hand, and now I'm all sticky with egg yolk, my back hurts, and I have a headache!" Zim said as he struggled to stand. His legs were a little shaky from the fall, but he managed to stand up. Only to take a step and fall right back down again. That set him off.
"BUT WHAT I DO WANT IS FOR YOU TO CLEAN UP YOUR DISGUSTING MESS RIGHT NOW!" he screamed as he stood up and clenched his fists, "You call what you make 'breakfast'? What you make is the most hideous excuse for a breakfast, that I've ever had the misfortune to have slither down my throat! Clean up this mess, NOW!" he yelled at the poor little robot, and then picked Gir up and threw him, face first, into a mess of egg slime on the floor.
The look on his face was as if looking strait at your doom, and you knew you where going to die. It was the look of death, saying: 'Obey me or you most definitely suffer a slow and agonizing death!'
"I mean it! Clean it up or I'll kill you! I'm not kidding! I'll shut you down! I have to deal with you, Dib, the pressures of dealing with trying to conquer this fucking disgusting planet, even if I don't have to! Not to mention the Tallest hate me! Why, great Irken fists of doom, I could just give up right now, and go back to Irk. But no, the Tallest hate me! They'll kill me if I ever come back! Do you get it? Huh? YOU STUPID PIECE OF JUNKYARD SCRAP!" Zim said as he angrily went over to Gir and kicked him halfway across the room. Gir hit the wall and started crying.
"Shut your mouth Gir!"
Gir continued crying.
Zim sighed. "Gir, please, clean up your mess. Please?" Zim said, trying to sound calm. But of course, on the inside, he wasn't.
"Okie dokie!" the little robot said, snapping back to normal as if nothing had happened.
Zim continued to walk to the lab. Thinking of what he had just said upset him. The Tallest finally told him the truth. It seemed like only yesterday, but it was further back then that. Zim would have been better off not hearing the words they had said to him.
A few weeks ago Zim was making his daily call to Irk.
"Invader Zim reporting, sirs." Zim said, saluting. "Everything is going ok for me, I haven't really gotten any closer to conquering this planet, but I will soon, very soon!"
"Um, Zim? Look, we have to tell you something." Red said slowly.
"Huh? Whatever is it my Tallest?" Zim asked.
"Well you see Zim, don't worry about conquering the planet you're on, it's really useless to us." Red said again.
"What? Then why did you send me here?"
"Well, you see, we didn't," Red said.
"Yea, we just sent you on a false mission, thinking you would die, we hate you Zim! We didn't expect for you to find a planet out there! We expected you to be dead! No more! Gone! Get the drift? Look, we have to go, don't call us anymore. Oh, and don't even think about coming home. Go somewhere else; bug some one different. But don't come back here. Because if you do, we'll kill you!" Purple said, and with that, the screen went fuzzy.
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Well peeps, that's all for now, I'll write more if I get 10 reviews or more!
Anyways, down to business. I do not own Zim, Dib, Gir, Gaz, blah, blah, blah. You know, I gotta say the legal stuff. Don't wanna get sued. The almighty thinnest, Jhonen Vasquez, owns all of em. I wish I owned Gaz though; she is so cool.
Zim, the Homicidal Maniac
By GothicAngel
Zim sat in his lab thinking. He seemed deep in thought, with his eyes closed and his antennas down. It was a dark gloomy night. The storming outside seemed to match his mood perfectly. It was earlier that day that Zim had to deal with Dib, not during the skool day, though. He was sick of Dib. And he vowed that as soon as he conquered Earth, he would destroy Dib. Rip his heart out of his dead body and give it to Gir. Mount his head on the wall inside his voot cruiser. This, he promised.
He got up out of the chair he was sitting in, and walked over to some monitors on the wall. Looking carefully at one particular screen. There were six in all. He stared at the one in the middle. Which happened to have Dib on it, walking around in his room, obviously looking for something. A few days ago, Zim had placed a very tiny camera in Dib's room when Dib had left to go to Bloaty's Pizza Hog with Gaz and Professor Membrane.
He stared intensely at the screen. His look of interest suddenly turned to a look of anger, and he slammed his fist into the screen as hard as he could. The glass from the screen shattered and fell to the floor.
Zim pulled a sharp piece of glass from his hand. Admiring the green blood that stained it. Blood dripped from his gloved hand, but he didn't care. He barely even felt the pain that shot up his arm. His anger had overcome the pain. Dropping the piece of broken glass to the floor, he decided to go outside for a minute or so, despite the fearsome weather that was raging about outside like an angry bull.
He took the elevator and went upstairs. Gir was nowhere to be found. But Zim didn't care. He opened the front door and walked outside.
The wind blew his antennas back. He didn't care about the fact that he didn't have his disguise on. Tonight was one of those many nights that he didn't care about anything. He gazed up in the sky, watching the lightning flash through the many sheets of rain that poured down heavily upon his base. Zim was getting soaked, but still, he didn't care.
This was his sixth year on Earth. And he was no closer to conquering it now than he was when he first arrived. Dib was about sixteen now. He had formed a group of friends. Zim struggled to remember that particular word. 'Friends.' Dib talked and laughed with them almost every day before and after skool. Although Dib was more mature, he still hadn't given up on Paranormal Investigation. He still chased Zim around, tried to plant spying devices in Zim's base, and he was still trying to prove that he was an alien. It was just the other day that Gir came home with one of Dib's camouflaged spying machines. Gir thought it was a leaf. Zim ordered Gir to destroy it immediately.
Dib had grown a lot since he and Zim left the Elementary Skool and went on to High Skool. Zim had grown some too. He figured that it must have had something to do with some kind of force on Earth. He wasn't as tall as Dib though, maybe about a half-a-foot shorter. A few thin strands of Dib's jet- black hair hung down in his face.
Zim had become very angry at his surroundings over the past few years. Mainly it was because he had made no progress in destroying Earth. But it was also because the Dib human just wouldn't stop chasing him, or trying to capture him. Almost nobody at skool came near him. Zim had become quite strong despite him only being five-foot something. Just last week when Gaz was walking by, she came a little to close to Zim and accidentally bushed against him a little bit. Zim, of course, wouldn't have that. He turned around sharply and grabbed her shoulders, making her drop her books. Then he pinned the Earth child up against the wall, pinned her hard, and stared strait into the girl's wide, frightened eyes. Gaz was a scary person, and Zim was probably the only one to be even scarier than her. Zim took a moment to study the expression on Gaz's face before speaking.
"You touched me." Zim said still holding Gaz by the shoulders.
"I- I didn't mean to!" Gaz stuttered frighteningly.
"Do you know what I do to people who touch me?" Zim said, his eyelid lowering on his left eye. The look of pure evil and anger on his face threatened to kill Gaz. Just that look.
"N-n- no."
"Well then my puny minded Earth child, you're about to find out." Zim said as he took one hand off Gaz and raised it above his head.
Still holding Gaz against the wall with one hand, the hand above Zim's head balled up into a fist. He was getting ready to knock Gaz unconscious, but, to his disapproval, the principal had just turned the corner and saw this.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the principal yelled as he ran over to help Gaz.
You see, Zim's plan was to knock Gaz unconscious, drag her out of the skool unnoticed, and take her back to the base. After he had taken her back to the base, he would make sure she was still unconscious, and then take out the human weapon he had, a pistol, and put a bullet right between Gaz's eyes. He wouldn't have to worry about the cops finding out who did it, because they couldn't take fingerprint samples. One good thing about Irkens, is that they don't have fingerprints.
After Zim had killed Gaz, he probably would have decided to just throw her away in a nearby dumpster. And he would have done all of this too, if the stupid goddamned Earth principal hadn't caught him.
The principal took Zim into his office, where he suspended him for the rest of the skool year.
Gaz was great full, but she hadn't realized that the principal had actually saved her life. She only thought that Zim was going to beat her up. She had no idea what his plan really was.
Zim realized he was still standing outside his base in the rain. He opened the door and walked back inside. He went to bed, even though he was soaked. He didn't care. Not about anything.
"I don't care," he said before falling asleep, "I just, don't care."
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The next morning, Zim awoke on the sofa, and feeling quiet sleepy to his surprise. He figured he must have been up later than he had thought. Never the less, he went to stand up. When he put his hand down on the arm of the sofa, he felt a sharp pain shoot up his arm. When he brought his hand up to his face to inspect it, he suddenly remembered what had happened. Last night, the monitor, the broken glass... It all came back to him. The storm, yes, he remembered it all.
He walked into the kitchen and found Gir there. Making breakfast, or, as Zim called it, a mess. Zim sighed as he inspected the kitchen. Broken eggshells on the floor, crumbs on the counter, egg yolk everywhere. And to make things worse, some kind of yellowish-brown batter in the oven was expanding, seeping out through the oven door, and gushing to the floor of his kitchen.
Zim was on his way to the lab to clean out the wound on his hand, when he stepped on an egg on the floor. The egg broke opened, causing Zim to slip and fall hard on his back on the linoleum. Hitting his head.
Gir was startled by the crashing sound of Zim's fall, and looked back. Seeing it was only his master, Gir walked over to him.
"Hiya master! Want some breakfast?" Gir asked in a cheery voice.
Zim, on the other hand, was not as cheery.
"No, Gir, I don't want any breakfast! Today is probably going to be the single worst day of my life! I have a sore hand, and now I'm all sticky with egg yolk, my back hurts, and I have a headache!" Zim said as he struggled to stand. His legs were a little shaky from the fall, but he managed to stand up. Only to take a step and fall right back down again. That set him off.
"BUT WHAT I DO WANT IS FOR YOU TO CLEAN UP YOUR DISGUSTING MESS RIGHT NOW!" he screamed as he stood up and clenched his fists, "You call what you make 'breakfast'? What you make is the most hideous excuse for a breakfast, that I've ever had the misfortune to have slither down my throat! Clean up this mess, NOW!" he yelled at the poor little robot, and then picked Gir up and threw him, face first, into a mess of egg slime on the floor.
The look on his face was as if looking strait at your doom, and you knew you where going to die. It was the look of death, saying: 'Obey me or you most definitely suffer a slow and agonizing death!'
"I mean it! Clean it up or I'll kill you! I'm not kidding! I'll shut you down! I have to deal with you, Dib, the pressures of dealing with trying to conquer this fucking disgusting planet, even if I don't have to! Not to mention the Tallest hate me! Why, great Irken fists of doom, I could just give up right now, and go back to Irk. But no, the Tallest hate me! They'll kill me if I ever come back! Do you get it? Huh? YOU STUPID PIECE OF JUNKYARD SCRAP!" Zim said as he angrily went over to Gir and kicked him halfway across the room. Gir hit the wall and started crying.
"Shut your mouth Gir!"
Gir continued crying.
Zim sighed. "Gir, please, clean up your mess. Please?" Zim said, trying to sound calm. But of course, on the inside, he wasn't.
"Okie dokie!" the little robot said, snapping back to normal as if nothing had happened.
Zim continued to walk to the lab. Thinking of what he had just said upset him. The Tallest finally told him the truth. It seemed like only yesterday, but it was further back then that. Zim would have been better off not hearing the words they had said to him.
A few weeks ago Zim was making his daily call to Irk.
"Invader Zim reporting, sirs." Zim said, saluting. "Everything is going ok for me, I haven't really gotten any closer to conquering this planet, but I will soon, very soon!"
"Um, Zim? Look, we have to tell you something." Red said slowly.
"Huh? Whatever is it my Tallest?" Zim asked.
"Well you see Zim, don't worry about conquering the planet you're on, it's really useless to us." Red said again.
"What? Then why did you send me here?"
"Well, you see, we didn't," Red said.
"Yea, we just sent you on a false mission, thinking you would die, we hate you Zim! We didn't expect for you to find a planet out there! We expected you to be dead! No more! Gone! Get the drift? Look, we have to go, don't call us anymore. Oh, and don't even think about coming home. Go somewhere else; bug some one different. But don't come back here. Because if you do, we'll kill you!" Purple said, and with that, the screen went fuzzy.
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Well peeps, that's all for now, I'll write more if I get 10 reviews or more!