Hi all! It is I, Funeral for the Living!!!
I said I would add the prologue thingie, but I decided I want to do that as a separate fic, 'kay? Look for a fic titled "Prelude to the Prelude". It won't be out for awhile.
I got some emails that said Tenna's black, and Gaz is not. Yes, I know Gaz is not black. I did not know Tenna is. I just thought she had a really dark tan. So! The only logical options are;
a) Rewrite the last chapter (yikes!)
b) Make Tenna white (As if. We can't change the future)
c) Make Gaz black (However, we CAN change the present.)
Gaz's running away is one of the most important parts of the story. It triggers the appearance of Nailbunny, Johnny's obsession with Brainfreezies, and it tells us how Devi and Tenna became friends. C'mon, don't YOU want to know how they met each other??? Yes, you do. Admit it.
So, Gaz has to become black. No problemo. 'Cause, we don't REALLY know Tenna's black. Who's to say she didn't get the darkest tan in the history of mankind when she was eleven years old?
Disclaimer: Don't own Invader Zim, don't own I Feel Sick, don't own Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, but I DO own the events that happened between the show and the comics. I don't own Gaz or Tenna, but I own Gaz/Tenna, I don't own Dib or Johnny, but I own Dib/Johnny, and I own both the living Nailbunny and the dead-but-not-possessed Nailbunny. Okay? Okay. And How You Remind Me is owned by Nickelback.
Chapter 5
Never Made It as a Wise Man
~*~
Dib fingered his knife. 'It's all Zim's fault,' he thought. 'It's Zim's fault Gaz left.'
Zim had died, which had given Dib the Knife and made him want to help the world. It was as Zim's funeral that Dib had told everyone he was going to save the world. Dib had killed everyone with the Knife to stop them from laughing at him for what he had done at the funeral and he killed to help the world. The killing had made Gaz leave.
Dib threw the Knife against his door and fell down onto his bed, disgusted at his life.
He was messed up. He killed people, and that was his whole life. 'Stupid, stupid, Zim.'
Dib sat up long enough to throw the pillow off his bed at the Knife. It hit two feet below his target.
There must be some way he could help Gaz.
He hadn't mention Spooky to the authorities. Or how pale Gaz was. Then he could go look for her again. It was something.
Dib got up and took the Knife out of the door. He would give the authorities more information, then go look for Gaz.
He ran down the hall, thinking, 'Anything is useful now.'
. . . . . . . . . .
Professor Membrane stopped at a pet store on the way home. He knew Dib was upset since his sister-- Gad? Gab?-- had run away, so he wanted to get him something special to replace her (hah!) until the police found her.
He walked inside, and walked to the cashier, who was a little girl around his daughter's age.
"Excuse me, miss," Membrane said, "I'm looking for a pet for my son."
The girl looked up from her drawing, and Membrane could see her nametag said, "Hi! I'm DEVI" "What'd you like?" she asked.
Membrane thought. Well, Gaz was a girl, so something CUTE and FLUFFY would probably fill her place best (double hah!) . "I'd like the CUTEst and FLUFFYest bunny you have," he said.
Devi nodded and stood up. Pushing open a door behind her that said "Employees Only", she yelled, "Tenna! We need one of those white bunnies we got last week!"
"No problem!" a voice called back, and a black-haired girl walked into the room holding a white bunny and a skeleton doll. She froze in mid-step when she saw Professor Membrane.
'Probably awed to be in the presence of the greatest scientist in the history of mankind,' he thought.
"You know," he said out loud, "That doll of yours looks just like one my daughter used to have. She's the one everyone's looking for."
"Really?" Devi asked. "Has there been any news of her whereabouts?" Did Membrane just see Tenna freeze up?
"Only her skin color. She's very pale," said Membrane. "And the authorities have been notified that she has a skeleton doll like Tenna here does."
Devi nodded. "You want the bunny?"
"Oh, right," Membrane said, pulling out a twenty. "How much is it?"
"Thirty-five dollars," Devi said. Membrane frowned and started digging around in his pocket for another twenty.
"I think we should let Mr. Membrane have the bunny for twenty," Tenna said quietly. Devi looked at her strangely, but shrugged and accepted the 20.
"Here you go!" Devi said, handing over the caged bunny. "And I hope you find your daughter soon!"
'I hope he doesn't,' Tenna thought, watching with relief as her father left. That was too close. Thank God her father wouldn't recognize her if she had her name stamped on her forehead!
She was just starting to relax, when the bell over the door jingled and her worst nightmare walked in. Tenna suppressed a yell, and ducked under the counter as Johnny walked around the shop, her heart punding in fear. She peeked around the side just to see where he was.
He looked just the way she had remembered, his hair falling innocently all around his face, except for that one scythe up in the middle. That was what Dib was now. Dib, the pure, Dib, the foolishly innocent, but overhanging it all was the Johnny. Johnny the killer. Johnny the bloodthirsty. Johnny the Homicidal Maniac!
Tenna shuddered. That was what he was.
"Tenna," Devi asked, "Why are you spying on that boy?"
"Uh..." She thought up a quick reply. "I think he's totally hot! I don't want him to see me because... I'm ugly. You see, I'm just so pale." Johnny was looking at a goldfish bowl. This was Tenna's chance to get out of there. "I've, um, got to go to a tanning salon now, yeah, to get un-pale! BYE!"
Tenna leapt up and dashed out the door.
Devi watched her retreating form. 'He's not THAT good-looking,' Devi thought. She looked the boy over again. 'On second thought, maybe he is.'
"Hey!" Devi called to him. "Cool hair-scythe!"
He smiled at her. "Cute pigtails."
. . . . .
Dib walked home, upset. He hadn't found Gaz, and he had had to kill three people. Well, it wasn't HIS fault they thought it necessary to point out his trench coat was out-of-date. Why did they think he cared about silly little fads anyway? Heck, Dib didn't even know there WERE different styles of trench coats! He didn't think those people had any right to tell him exactly what they though of his outfit anyway. It was his own opinion that mattered.
But, at least he had met Devi, who seemed pretty nice.
'I sure hope our friendship doesn't end with one of us killing the other or something,' Dib thought, tossing another ruined trench coat in the trash can outside his house.
~Never made it as a wise man
~I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
Dib walked in his house, to find his dad was already there.
"Suprise, son!" he said. "I got this for you since you miss your sister so much." He held out a caged bunny.
"Thanks Dad," Dib said.
"You can name it anything you want, son," Membrane said.
Dib looked at the bunny. "I'll think about that," he said.
~Tired of living like a blind man
~I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
~And this is how, you remind me . . .
Dib walked over to Gir's house. He had been spending a lot of time there. He hated staying at home. If Gaz hadn't run away, he would probably like his house. But he hated it. So he spent time with Gir.
"Is Master comin' home yet?" the robot asked when he answered the door. He had asked this every time Dib had come over. Dib always answered it the same way.
"Not yet, Gir."
Gir sighed. "I miss him."
To get Gir's mind off Zim, Dib said, "Do you wanna go get a couple of Brainfreezies?"
"YAY! Thank you, Diiiiiiiiib."
Dib half-smiled. "Don't call me that. My name's Johnny."
"That name's funny," Gir said. "It's got a Joe, and a knee. Joe-knee."
Dib smiled. "Hey," he said, "Nny isn't a half bad name. Gir, from now on, call me Nny!"
"Whoot!" Gir said, latching on to Dib's leg. "I'm hugging Nny's knee! Go forth, and be a happy cabbage!"
"That's kinda cool, 'Go forth and be a happy cabbage,'" Dib murmured. "That'd be a good thing for, maybe, a comic book character to say." (Bet YOU didn't know that line came from Gir!!)
. . .
They sat drinking their Brainfreezies, watching the sun set. It's a very cool thing to watch the sun go down while having a Cherry Doom. Take my word for it.
Dib sucked extra hard as the sky turned from orange to red. 'Kinda like blood,' Dib thought, and wished he hadn't. He could have painted the sky with all the blood he had spilled. He was a killer.
Gaz was right about him. He wasn't safe enough for her to be around.
'Touché, sister,' Dib thought. 'Even when you're not here, you find a way to show me how truly crazy I am."
~This is how, you remind me
~Of what I really am
~This is how, you remind me
~Of what I really am.
Dib sucked again. The Freezy tasted metallic.
~It's not like you, to say sorry
~I was waitin' here on a different story
~This time I'm, mistaken
~For handing you a heart worth breaking
~And I've been wrong, I've been down
~To the bottom of every bottle
~These five words in my head scream
~"Are we having fun yet?"
Dib sat in his room, bored. He was thinking about his afternoon with Gir.
It was well past midnight. Dib drifted off to sleep.
~Yet yet yet, no no
~Yet yet yet, no no
The bell rang. Tenna packed her backpack and waited outside the Schul to leave with Devi.
Tenna looked at the sign that said "Elumenturee Schul."
'Why can't they ever get it right?' she wondered.
~It's not like you didn't know that
~I said I love you and I swear I still do.
Tenna remembered waiting outside for Dib at Skool. She sort of missed him, time to time, but feared him more than she missed him. But there was no way he could get her now. She lived halfway across the town, went to a new school, was as tanned as an African (Gaz CAN be Tenna!), and cheerful enough to make her old self seem like the killer. To be honest, Gaz missed her GameSlave more than she did Johnny.
~And it must have been so bad
~'Cos living with me must've dang near killed you
Dib dreamed about Zim. He dreamed Zim was a ghost and was trying to kill him. And his sister was dead.
Dib woke up in a cold sweat. 'Am I really awake?' he asked himself.
He got the answer when his bunny jumped out at him and ate him whole, and THEN he woke up.
Dib sat up and looked around his room. Okay, everything was all right. Or was he really awake? Maybe he was still dreaming.
"Maybe I'll never wake up again!" Dib whispered, chills running down his spine. "Or maybe dreams are real!"
Dib vowed that night never to sleep again.
~And this is how you remind me
~Of what I really am
~This is how you remind me
~Of what I really am
The sun was just coming up. Dib hadn't gone back to sleep. He had drawn pictures of Gaz. He held them up for inspection. "They look like noodle girls," he said. He half-smiled, then got an idea.
Pulling out a fresh piece of paper, he drew on a frowning stick figure with huge black eyes saying "Go forth and be a happy cabbage!" Dib wrote Noodle Boy at the top.
Inspecting his art, Dib smiled. "I knew that line would be good in a comic book."
~It's not like you, to say sorry
~I was waiting on a different story
~This time I'm, mistaken
~For handing you a heart worth breaking
Dib erased the frown and put a mad grin there instead, and wrote Happy in front of his name.
He ran out to the garage and grabbed a nail from some near by tools, and ran back upstairs to his room. He didn't glance once at the sandbelter. There was no Bigfoot. There was only pain, how to avoid it, and how to stop it for others.
~I've been wrong, I've been down
~To the bottom of every bottle
~These five words in my head scream
~"Are we having fun yet?"
Dib tapped the nail on either side of his picture.
"I dub thee, Happy Noodle Boy!" he said.
~Yet yet yet, no no
~Yet yet yet, no no
~Yet yet yet, no no
~Yet yet yet, no no
Dib open his bunny's cage. The bunny still hadn't been named.
"See?" he said, holding the picture in the cage. "This is Happy Noodle Boy. What do you think?"
The bunny bit Dib's finger.
~Never made it as a wise man
~I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
~And this is how you remind me . . .
"OW!" Dib yelled, pulling his bleeding hand out of the cage. The bunny started nibbling on the page. "Why you little!" He grabbed the nail from the desk and stabbed it through the bunny's heart.
"Nailbunny," Johnny snarled, twisting the nail. "I dub thee Nailbunny."
~This is how you remind me . . .
Johnny's anger slowly faded, and he realized what he had done. "NAILBUNNY!" But the bunny had died before it had received its official name.
~This is how you remind me
~Of what I really am
~This is how you remind me
~Of what I really am
Nny carefully stored Nailbunny in a box. How could he have killed it?
"I don't have a soul," Nny said. "I'm just a homicidal maniac."
~It's not like you, to say sorry
~I was waiting on a different story
~This time I'm, mistaken
~For handing you a heart worth breaking
~And I've been wrong, I've been down
~To the bottom of every bottle
~These five words in my head scream
~"Are we having fun yet?"
Gir sat in his master's base, waiting for him again. He did every night. He ignored all noises in the house, so he could wait for Master.
Meanwhile, the "noises" in the underground labs, was mutating.
There was a moose down there, and experiment that Zim had never quite finished. And it was becoming more warped by the hour in its little room . . .
~Yet, yet
~Are we having fun yet?
Johnny sat up. He wouldn't fall asleep. But his room was so BORING, and it was the middle of the night.
He saw a picture on the wall of an alien, and he had to stare at it a few minutes before he realized it was Zim.
~Yet, yet
~Are we having fun yet?
Nny looked at the picture. Zim, part of a past life now. He took out his knife and looked at the carving on the handle. A planet with the Irken logo zooming out. But Nny wasn't an Irken.
He ran downstairs and got a kitchen knife.
~Yet, yet
~Are we having fun yet?
He scratched out the logo, and carved his name beside where it had been. "NNY".
~Yet, yet
~No, no, no . . .
~*~
So, whadja think? I KNEW I could make Gaz black! Whoo-hoo! I win!
Expect an important death in the next chapters, as well as the appearance of house 777, the vacating of Squee's future home, and the birth of Psycho- Doughboy, Mr. Eff, and Nailbunny. And, of course, Nny's infamous ever- changing shirt. What, you didn't know there was a REASON it changed??? Well, there iiiiiiiis!
~Funeral
I said I would add the prologue thingie, but I decided I want to do that as a separate fic, 'kay? Look for a fic titled "Prelude to the Prelude". It won't be out for awhile.
I got some emails that said Tenna's black, and Gaz is not. Yes, I know Gaz is not black. I did not know Tenna is. I just thought she had a really dark tan. So! The only logical options are;
a) Rewrite the last chapter (yikes!)
b) Make Tenna white (As if. We can't change the future)
c) Make Gaz black (However, we CAN change the present.)
Gaz's running away is one of the most important parts of the story. It triggers the appearance of Nailbunny, Johnny's obsession with Brainfreezies, and it tells us how Devi and Tenna became friends. C'mon, don't YOU want to know how they met each other??? Yes, you do. Admit it.
So, Gaz has to become black. No problemo. 'Cause, we don't REALLY know Tenna's black. Who's to say she didn't get the darkest tan in the history of mankind when she was eleven years old?
Disclaimer: Don't own Invader Zim, don't own I Feel Sick, don't own Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, but I DO own the events that happened between the show and the comics. I don't own Gaz or Tenna, but I own Gaz/Tenna, I don't own Dib or Johnny, but I own Dib/Johnny, and I own both the living Nailbunny and the dead-but-not-possessed Nailbunny. Okay? Okay. And How You Remind Me is owned by Nickelback.
Chapter 5
Never Made It as a Wise Man
~*~
Dib fingered his knife. 'It's all Zim's fault,' he thought. 'It's Zim's fault Gaz left.'
Zim had died, which had given Dib the Knife and made him want to help the world. It was as Zim's funeral that Dib had told everyone he was going to save the world. Dib had killed everyone with the Knife to stop them from laughing at him for what he had done at the funeral and he killed to help the world. The killing had made Gaz leave.
Dib threw the Knife against his door and fell down onto his bed, disgusted at his life.
He was messed up. He killed people, and that was his whole life. 'Stupid, stupid, Zim.'
Dib sat up long enough to throw the pillow off his bed at the Knife. It hit two feet below his target.
There must be some way he could help Gaz.
He hadn't mention Spooky to the authorities. Or how pale Gaz was. Then he could go look for her again. It was something.
Dib got up and took the Knife out of the door. He would give the authorities more information, then go look for Gaz.
He ran down the hall, thinking, 'Anything is useful now.'
. . . . . . . . . .
Professor Membrane stopped at a pet store on the way home. He knew Dib was upset since his sister-- Gad? Gab?-- had run away, so he wanted to get him something special to replace her (hah!) until the police found her.
He walked inside, and walked to the cashier, who was a little girl around his daughter's age.
"Excuse me, miss," Membrane said, "I'm looking for a pet for my son."
The girl looked up from her drawing, and Membrane could see her nametag said, "Hi! I'm DEVI" "What'd you like?" she asked.
Membrane thought. Well, Gaz was a girl, so something CUTE and FLUFFY would probably fill her place best (double hah!) . "I'd like the CUTEst and FLUFFYest bunny you have," he said.
Devi nodded and stood up. Pushing open a door behind her that said "Employees Only", she yelled, "Tenna! We need one of those white bunnies we got last week!"
"No problem!" a voice called back, and a black-haired girl walked into the room holding a white bunny and a skeleton doll. She froze in mid-step when she saw Professor Membrane.
'Probably awed to be in the presence of the greatest scientist in the history of mankind,' he thought.
"You know," he said out loud, "That doll of yours looks just like one my daughter used to have. She's the one everyone's looking for."
"Really?" Devi asked. "Has there been any news of her whereabouts?" Did Membrane just see Tenna freeze up?
"Only her skin color. She's very pale," said Membrane. "And the authorities have been notified that she has a skeleton doll like Tenna here does."
Devi nodded. "You want the bunny?"
"Oh, right," Membrane said, pulling out a twenty. "How much is it?"
"Thirty-five dollars," Devi said. Membrane frowned and started digging around in his pocket for another twenty.
"I think we should let Mr. Membrane have the bunny for twenty," Tenna said quietly. Devi looked at her strangely, but shrugged and accepted the 20.
"Here you go!" Devi said, handing over the caged bunny. "And I hope you find your daughter soon!"
'I hope he doesn't,' Tenna thought, watching with relief as her father left. That was too close. Thank God her father wouldn't recognize her if she had her name stamped on her forehead!
She was just starting to relax, when the bell over the door jingled and her worst nightmare walked in. Tenna suppressed a yell, and ducked under the counter as Johnny walked around the shop, her heart punding in fear. She peeked around the side just to see where he was.
He looked just the way she had remembered, his hair falling innocently all around his face, except for that one scythe up in the middle. That was what Dib was now. Dib, the pure, Dib, the foolishly innocent, but overhanging it all was the Johnny. Johnny the killer. Johnny the bloodthirsty. Johnny the Homicidal Maniac!
Tenna shuddered. That was what he was.
"Tenna," Devi asked, "Why are you spying on that boy?"
"Uh..." She thought up a quick reply. "I think he's totally hot! I don't want him to see me because... I'm ugly. You see, I'm just so pale." Johnny was looking at a goldfish bowl. This was Tenna's chance to get out of there. "I've, um, got to go to a tanning salon now, yeah, to get un-pale! BYE!"
Tenna leapt up and dashed out the door.
Devi watched her retreating form. 'He's not THAT good-looking,' Devi thought. She looked the boy over again. 'On second thought, maybe he is.'
"Hey!" Devi called to him. "Cool hair-scythe!"
He smiled at her. "Cute pigtails."
. . . . .
Dib walked home, upset. He hadn't found Gaz, and he had had to kill three people. Well, it wasn't HIS fault they thought it necessary to point out his trench coat was out-of-date. Why did they think he cared about silly little fads anyway? Heck, Dib didn't even know there WERE different styles of trench coats! He didn't think those people had any right to tell him exactly what they though of his outfit anyway. It was his own opinion that mattered.
But, at least he had met Devi, who seemed pretty nice.
'I sure hope our friendship doesn't end with one of us killing the other or something,' Dib thought, tossing another ruined trench coat in the trash can outside his house.
~Never made it as a wise man
~I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
Dib walked in his house, to find his dad was already there.
"Suprise, son!" he said. "I got this for you since you miss your sister so much." He held out a caged bunny.
"Thanks Dad," Dib said.
"You can name it anything you want, son," Membrane said.
Dib looked at the bunny. "I'll think about that," he said.
~Tired of living like a blind man
~I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
~And this is how, you remind me . . .
Dib walked over to Gir's house. He had been spending a lot of time there. He hated staying at home. If Gaz hadn't run away, he would probably like his house. But he hated it. So he spent time with Gir.
"Is Master comin' home yet?" the robot asked when he answered the door. He had asked this every time Dib had come over. Dib always answered it the same way.
"Not yet, Gir."
Gir sighed. "I miss him."
To get Gir's mind off Zim, Dib said, "Do you wanna go get a couple of Brainfreezies?"
"YAY! Thank you, Diiiiiiiiib."
Dib half-smiled. "Don't call me that. My name's Johnny."
"That name's funny," Gir said. "It's got a Joe, and a knee. Joe-knee."
Dib smiled. "Hey," he said, "Nny isn't a half bad name. Gir, from now on, call me Nny!"
"Whoot!" Gir said, latching on to Dib's leg. "I'm hugging Nny's knee! Go forth, and be a happy cabbage!"
"That's kinda cool, 'Go forth and be a happy cabbage,'" Dib murmured. "That'd be a good thing for, maybe, a comic book character to say." (Bet YOU didn't know that line came from Gir!!)
. . .
They sat drinking their Brainfreezies, watching the sun set. It's a very cool thing to watch the sun go down while having a Cherry Doom. Take my word for it.
Dib sucked extra hard as the sky turned from orange to red. 'Kinda like blood,' Dib thought, and wished he hadn't. He could have painted the sky with all the blood he had spilled. He was a killer.
Gaz was right about him. He wasn't safe enough for her to be around.
'Touché, sister,' Dib thought. 'Even when you're not here, you find a way to show me how truly crazy I am."
~This is how, you remind me
~Of what I really am
~This is how, you remind me
~Of what I really am.
Dib sucked again. The Freezy tasted metallic.
~It's not like you, to say sorry
~I was waitin' here on a different story
~This time I'm, mistaken
~For handing you a heart worth breaking
~And I've been wrong, I've been down
~To the bottom of every bottle
~These five words in my head scream
~"Are we having fun yet?"
Dib sat in his room, bored. He was thinking about his afternoon with Gir.
It was well past midnight. Dib drifted off to sleep.
~Yet yet yet, no no
~Yet yet yet, no no
The bell rang. Tenna packed her backpack and waited outside the Schul to leave with Devi.
Tenna looked at the sign that said "Elumenturee Schul."
'Why can't they ever get it right?' she wondered.
~It's not like you didn't know that
~I said I love you and I swear I still do.
Tenna remembered waiting outside for Dib at Skool. She sort of missed him, time to time, but feared him more than she missed him. But there was no way he could get her now. She lived halfway across the town, went to a new school, was as tanned as an African (Gaz CAN be Tenna!), and cheerful enough to make her old self seem like the killer. To be honest, Gaz missed her GameSlave more than she did Johnny.
~And it must have been so bad
~'Cos living with me must've dang near killed you
Dib dreamed about Zim. He dreamed Zim was a ghost and was trying to kill him. And his sister was dead.
Dib woke up in a cold sweat. 'Am I really awake?' he asked himself.
He got the answer when his bunny jumped out at him and ate him whole, and THEN he woke up.
Dib sat up and looked around his room. Okay, everything was all right. Or was he really awake? Maybe he was still dreaming.
"Maybe I'll never wake up again!" Dib whispered, chills running down his spine. "Or maybe dreams are real!"
Dib vowed that night never to sleep again.
~And this is how you remind me
~Of what I really am
~This is how you remind me
~Of what I really am
The sun was just coming up. Dib hadn't gone back to sleep. He had drawn pictures of Gaz. He held them up for inspection. "They look like noodle girls," he said. He half-smiled, then got an idea.
Pulling out a fresh piece of paper, he drew on a frowning stick figure with huge black eyes saying "Go forth and be a happy cabbage!" Dib wrote Noodle Boy at the top.
Inspecting his art, Dib smiled. "I knew that line would be good in a comic book."
~It's not like you, to say sorry
~I was waiting on a different story
~This time I'm, mistaken
~For handing you a heart worth breaking
Dib erased the frown and put a mad grin there instead, and wrote Happy in front of his name.
He ran out to the garage and grabbed a nail from some near by tools, and ran back upstairs to his room. He didn't glance once at the sandbelter. There was no Bigfoot. There was only pain, how to avoid it, and how to stop it for others.
~I've been wrong, I've been down
~To the bottom of every bottle
~These five words in my head scream
~"Are we having fun yet?"
Dib tapped the nail on either side of his picture.
"I dub thee, Happy Noodle Boy!" he said.
~Yet yet yet, no no
~Yet yet yet, no no
~Yet yet yet, no no
~Yet yet yet, no no
Dib open his bunny's cage. The bunny still hadn't been named.
"See?" he said, holding the picture in the cage. "This is Happy Noodle Boy. What do you think?"
The bunny bit Dib's finger.
~Never made it as a wise man
~I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
~And this is how you remind me . . .
"OW!" Dib yelled, pulling his bleeding hand out of the cage. The bunny started nibbling on the page. "Why you little!" He grabbed the nail from the desk and stabbed it through the bunny's heart.
"Nailbunny," Johnny snarled, twisting the nail. "I dub thee Nailbunny."
~This is how you remind me . . .
Johnny's anger slowly faded, and he realized what he had done. "NAILBUNNY!" But the bunny had died before it had received its official name.
~This is how you remind me
~Of what I really am
~This is how you remind me
~Of what I really am
Nny carefully stored Nailbunny in a box. How could he have killed it?
"I don't have a soul," Nny said. "I'm just a homicidal maniac."
~It's not like you, to say sorry
~I was waiting on a different story
~This time I'm, mistaken
~For handing you a heart worth breaking
~And I've been wrong, I've been down
~To the bottom of every bottle
~These five words in my head scream
~"Are we having fun yet?"
Gir sat in his master's base, waiting for him again. He did every night. He ignored all noises in the house, so he could wait for Master.
Meanwhile, the "noises" in the underground labs, was mutating.
There was a moose down there, and experiment that Zim had never quite finished. And it was becoming more warped by the hour in its little room . . .
~Yet, yet
~Are we having fun yet?
Johnny sat up. He wouldn't fall asleep. But his room was so BORING, and it was the middle of the night.
He saw a picture on the wall of an alien, and he had to stare at it a few minutes before he realized it was Zim.
~Yet, yet
~Are we having fun yet?
Nny looked at the picture. Zim, part of a past life now. He took out his knife and looked at the carving on the handle. A planet with the Irken logo zooming out. But Nny wasn't an Irken.
He ran downstairs and got a kitchen knife.
~Yet, yet
~Are we having fun yet?
He scratched out the logo, and carved his name beside where it had been. "NNY".
~Yet, yet
~No, no, no . . .
~*~
So, whadja think? I KNEW I could make Gaz black! Whoo-hoo! I win!
Expect an important death in the next chapters, as well as the appearance of house 777, the vacating of Squee's future home, and the birth of Psycho- Doughboy, Mr. Eff, and Nailbunny. And, of course, Nny's infamous ever- changing shirt. What, you didn't know there was a REASON it changed??? Well, there iiiiiiiis!
~Funeral
