I really do exist... and this time, my absence has not been lacking in
productivity. You should see the art section of my website. I have coded
the entire thing this week alone! All those pictures... they were scanned
anew and edited in this length of time as well. Plus, I spent a whole night
devising this 3d Zim in Maya. You should go look at my screenshot for it!
Anyway... if you think I own such things as Zim and that Trinity-like
jacket at Hot Topic well you're wrong!! I just own the jacket. not Zim.
This would be the start of The Frighteningly Horrible Truth About Ms Bitters 5... and that's what it is...
With all the adrenaline pumping through his veins, Dib could barely keep his head straight. He had been searching for the unnatural for what, his whole life? And this teacher, the one he had been warned about ever since starting at this particular education facility, was something evil and he hadn't even noticed. It almost made him feel his classmates were justified for not believing in Zim's origins... almost.
Dib, with Zim following a few feet behind, walked up to the door of the facility and tried it, never thinking that it most likely was locked. And, as he pressed down on the handle and gave it a forceful tug, he was met with opposition.
"What do you think you are doing, earth slug?" Dib paused mid tug and looked back at Zim who had followed him up the steps to the covered entrance. "Even I know it is an act in foolishness to leave one's doors unlocked after your wretched sun has descended from its position above high to mingle with the evil NESS of the Dark!" Dib spun around and glared at Zim.
"I know that! I was just..."
"You were just what?" Zim snapped immediately.
"Well, since you're Mr. Know-it-all space alien... thing... how do you think we should get in?"
"Simple..."
Well, ten minutes later, Dib and Zim are on the complete other side of the skool and still looking for a means of entry.
"I thought you said you knew how to get us in Zim!" Dib quipped.
"I said no such thing!" Zim snapped in retaliation while looking for a permeable area in the structure. "You assumed I did." Dib stared at Zim for a long moment before sighing and resting his large head in his hands. As Zim searched a camera positioned strategically on the roof zoomed in on the two.
"Hey!" Dib exclaimed, suddenly looking up from his desperation. "What about one of those windows?" He pointed to a row of top hinged, mesh covered windows aligning the upper part of the wall. "Maybe, if we find a way up there... and are able to get the windows open... we can get in! Zim! ... Zim?"
Dib looked to both his left and right, but the Irken was nowhere to be seen. He then returned his gaze to the window, seeking none other than Zim, hanging from the low tin roof by his spidery mechanical arms and prying at the window with his gloved fingers. After a few moments of struggling with the thing, the window could hold out no longer and gave, allowing the inhuman creature to pry it outwards and begin his entrance.
"Great, now give me a hand up." Dib exclaimed as Zim slipped inside, allowing the window to fall shut behind him. "Zim?"
"Find your own way in!" he could hear from inside the building.
"Drat" Dib looked around himself for anything he could use to gain leverage and enter the building. The nearest thing was an air conditioning unit to his left. The boy quickly ran over and leapt up to grab the sides. His first attempt failed, as did his second. After rubbing the bruise he had acquired on his bulbous head, Dib tried again. This time, instead of missing completely, he was able to hook the very tips of his fingers on the edge. What he was not prepared for, however, was the knowledge that his three fingertips neither had the strength to support him, nor did they seem to like him much.
With a pained shriek, Dib tried to maintain a grip, but only succeeded in pulling the muscle of his pinky finger. Dib fell to the ground in a heap, and immediately righted himself. Looking to his fingers, he noticed how red they were and vowed never to try and jump onto one of those things ever again.
He exhaled sharply and, once again, came to the task of finding a way in. Deducting that there were no means of entry visible from his current position, Dib continued the walk where he and Zim had left off as the silently watching camera whirred with a turning of gears. After venturing around the air system, Dib came to a sight that not only shocked him, but filled him with a deep rage. For there, on the other side of the air conditioning, was a crate which came half way up the oversized machine.
Dib sighed and walked sullenly to the crate, making some spectacle out of climbing it. The exaggerated way in which he did this only served to pain his fingers more and after achieving half his goal, the boy pouted over the state of his pinky, which was slowly growing in size. Dib finally made his way up the massive structure and looked for his entrance.
The fact that he had scaled the entire thing and was nowhere close to any windows really put him off, but Dib was not a quitter! He would find a way into that building, he would save the world from unspeakable doom, and he would some day own a pony... that day seemed so far away.
END
And here I end another installment of ness. I really should update more often and I am sorry, really! I practically kick myself for this type of thing! I have been working on Lizzy733.net though and I must admit, it's starting to come together nicely. I'd like to thank those of you who have been reviewing this stink thing and also Zim for being a sexy beast. and Dib for being a whiny bitch... and... am I leaving anyone out. oh yes... Gaz for her ness... and Gir for his gyrating hips, which have often been a source of inspiration... and Jesus for being suicidal... and the mongoose... for having a head... and that's it... I think. If I left out anyone do tell me!
This would be the start of The Frighteningly Horrible Truth About Ms Bitters 5... and that's what it is...
With all the adrenaline pumping through his veins, Dib could barely keep his head straight. He had been searching for the unnatural for what, his whole life? And this teacher, the one he had been warned about ever since starting at this particular education facility, was something evil and he hadn't even noticed. It almost made him feel his classmates were justified for not believing in Zim's origins... almost.
Dib, with Zim following a few feet behind, walked up to the door of the facility and tried it, never thinking that it most likely was locked. And, as he pressed down on the handle and gave it a forceful tug, he was met with opposition.
"What do you think you are doing, earth slug?" Dib paused mid tug and looked back at Zim who had followed him up the steps to the covered entrance. "Even I know it is an act in foolishness to leave one's doors unlocked after your wretched sun has descended from its position above high to mingle with the evil NESS of the Dark!" Dib spun around and glared at Zim.
"I know that! I was just..."
"You were just what?" Zim snapped immediately.
"Well, since you're Mr. Know-it-all space alien... thing... how do you think we should get in?"
"Simple..."
Well, ten minutes later, Dib and Zim are on the complete other side of the skool and still looking for a means of entry.
"I thought you said you knew how to get us in Zim!" Dib quipped.
"I said no such thing!" Zim snapped in retaliation while looking for a permeable area in the structure. "You assumed I did." Dib stared at Zim for a long moment before sighing and resting his large head in his hands. As Zim searched a camera positioned strategically on the roof zoomed in on the two.
"Hey!" Dib exclaimed, suddenly looking up from his desperation. "What about one of those windows?" He pointed to a row of top hinged, mesh covered windows aligning the upper part of the wall. "Maybe, if we find a way up there... and are able to get the windows open... we can get in! Zim! ... Zim?"
Dib looked to both his left and right, but the Irken was nowhere to be seen. He then returned his gaze to the window, seeking none other than Zim, hanging from the low tin roof by his spidery mechanical arms and prying at the window with his gloved fingers. After a few moments of struggling with the thing, the window could hold out no longer and gave, allowing the inhuman creature to pry it outwards and begin his entrance.
"Great, now give me a hand up." Dib exclaimed as Zim slipped inside, allowing the window to fall shut behind him. "Zim?"
"Find your own way in!" he could hear from inside the building.
"Drat" Dib looked around himself for anything he could use to gain leverage and enter the building. The nearest thing was an air conditioning unit to his left. The boy quickly ran over and leapt up to grab the sides. His first attempt failed, as did his second. After rubbing the bruise he had acquired on his bulbous head, Dib tried again. This time, instead of missing completely, he was able to hook the very tips of his fingers on the edge. What he was not prepared for, however, was the knowledge that his three fingertips neither had the strength to support him, nor did they seem to like him much.
With a pained shriek, Dib tried to maintain a grip, but only succeeded in pulling the muscle of his pinky finger. Dib fell to the ground in a heap, and immediately righted himself. Looking to his fingers, he noticed how red they were and vowed never to try and jump onto one of those things ever again.
He exhaled sharply and, once again, came to the task of finding a way in. Deducting that there were no means of entry visible from his current position, Dib continued the walk where he and Zim had left off as the silently watching camera whirred with a turning of gears. After venturing around the air system, Dib came to a sight that not only shocked him, but filled him with a deep rage. For there, on the other side of the air conditioning, was a crate which came half way up the oversized machine.
Dib sighed and walked sullenly to the crate, making some spectacle out of climbing it. The exaggerated way in which he did this only served to pain his fingers more and after achieving half his goal, the boy pouted over the state of his pinky, which was slowly growing in size. Dib finally made his way up the massive structure and looked for his entrance.
The fact that he had scaled the entire thing and was nowhere close to any windows really put him off, but Dib was not a quitter! He would find a way into that building, he would save the world from unspeakable doom, and he would some day own a pony... that day seemed so far away.
END
And here I end another installment of ness. I really should update more often and I am sorry, really! I practically kick myself for this type of thing! I have been working on Lizzy733.net though and I must admit, it's starting to come together nicely. I'd like to thank those of you who have been reviewing this stink thing and also Zim for being a sexy beast. and Dib for being a whiny bitch... and... am I leaving anyone out. oh yes... Gaz for her ness... and Gir for his gyrating hips, which have often been a source of inspiration... and Jesus for being suicidal... and the mongoose... for having a head... and that's it... I think. If I left out anyone do tell me!
