Hello, I am back. I'm on a roll! This fic is about 2/3 through! Yessssss!!!

So, it's about time to be asking if you want a sequel or not. You probably do, so here's the basic plot:

Johnny has all but forgotten his former life. And then, -ZIM-, of all people (um, people??) comes back to haunt him. Tenna and Nny are reunited, Zim and Gir are reunited, all the left shoes in town disappeared because Zim wanted to try out his new poltergeisting (is that a word?) powers. And, beyond the shoes, I need PLOT IDEAS!!! I want to get the rest of the Irkens involved somehow. Now I need your help, everyone. I need a plot that has Irkens, Johnny, Tenna, Zim, and Gir, and a lot of chances for Nny to use the Knife. Which, coincidentally, is Zim's knife. And, remember, if you suggest something, try not to have it focus around Tallest Purple 'cause he's dead. Yep. You'll find out why if I ever get around to typing Prelude to the Prelude.

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. None of them. I own the plot and the Knife. Neither of which is a bad thing to own.

This has got to be the shortest A/N I've ever written!

Oh, and whoever comes up with the plot I'll use gets a co-star roll in the sequel. Yep.

Chapter 6

"That's Who."

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Johnny sat at his desk in his room, polishing the Knife. Fifteen people that day. Nny had already changed clothes, so that when Professor Membrane got home, he wouldn't see the blood that had been on them.

Johnny put the piece of cloth he was using to clean the Knife down. Was that a car in front of the house? Nny stood up and climbed out his bedroom window and onto the roof. Yes, it was. So Membrane was home.

Nny put his Knife in his boots to head downstairs. They were brand-new boots, with metal tips on the toes and huge buckles. Dib's last pair of boots had been cut open when he stored the Knife in it. This new pair was supposedly more durable. Thank God. His old pair had become really ratty.

He ran downstairs to meet his dad, hoping he'd have more information on Gaz. "Hey Dad, did you get--"

"Son!" Professor Membrane proclaimed. "Tonight, we're going to have a Family Night Out. Where's your sister?"

"She's missing," Nny said dully, getting slightly p.o.ed. Jeez, couldn't he remember that???

"Oh, of course," Membrane recovered. "I remember now! So, where would you like to go to dinner, son?"

Nny shrugged. "Let's go to Bloaty's again. Last time I only got about a bite of pizza."

"Alright," Membrane said. "Get in the car, son."

. . . . .

Everyone was silent as they drove to Bloaty's. Nny looked out the window, trying to remember why he had only gotten a bite of pizza. He had been . . . handcuffed? No, he'd been strapped to a chair! No, it was a long, board thingie. Right. Why had he been strapped to a board thingie?

They passed Zim's house. Of course! He had been captured by Zim after breaking into his base and was about to be turned inside out when Gaz came and saved him. Then she had taken him into an escape pod and flown to Earth with him attached to the board. Right.

Nny thought about it a minute, and realized that this was the third Family Night Out in only a couple of months. 'What's with that?' he wondered. Eh, Membrane was probably just running out of scientific ideas and needed something to fill the time.

. . .

Johnny and his dad sat at Bloaty's, eating their pizza in silence.

"So," Dib said casually, "have you heard anything on Gaz?"

Professor Membrane swallowed a bite of pizza. "Gaz who?" he asked.

Johnny looked at him, annoyed. "Gaz, my sister? Your daughter."

"Oh," Membrane said. "Of course. No, I haven't."

"Or maybe you have and just forgot."

"Uh, maybe."

Nny sighed, thoroughly p.o.ed. He changed the subject. "Do you know anything about me?"

"Well . . ."

"Did you know that I've seen a person commit suicide?"

Professor Membrane looked properly shocked. "N-no, how could I have known?"

"By asking me?" Nny said dryly. "And, you did hear about his death. Gaz stayed home from skool that day so they could have the funeral in her classroom. Taxes were raised because of that funeral, and you made me pay the taxes for the funeral of the person I saw with my own two eyes kill himself."

Membrane couldn't look at Johnny. He looked at his pizza.

"Do you know what you were doing that morning?" Nny said. "You were discovering the cure for the common cold. I heard that whatever you made caused the cold, instead of stopping it."

Membrane looked away. "I'll be spending the next couple of years finding the real cure," he said quietly. "That's why I'm having the Family Nights Out for the next few years this year."

Nny looked over his dad's face. "Have you ever really discovered a cure in your life?" he asked. "Or have you been wasting all your time on Super Toast and stuff?"

"Hey, Super Toast is important," Membrane said, finally looking at his son. "No home should be without it!"

"Dad," Nny said, "I've tried your 'Super' Toast before, and there isn't a single thing special about it. Not one."

Membrane looked away again.

"What do you do?" Nny asked. "You make a load of junk that 'makes life easier.' I go straight to the source of what makes life hard. I stop people from starting pain before they do."

"Well, that's a very honorable vocation, son," Membrane said, for lack of anything else.

"Did you know that I've seen murder before?"

Membrane looked at his son, once again shocked. "Who have you seen killed?"

"Well, first of all, in that cafeteria, all those dead people? I saw 'em die. It wasn't a yeti. It was a person with a knife."

Membrane nodded slightly.

"I've seen countless street murders, too. Hundreds of people have died before my eyes. They were all stabbed to death. Do you know how I've seen all these deaths?"

"How?" Membrane whispered.

"I caused them," Nny said, and was rewarded when his father gave a quick gasp. Nny drew out the Knife. "I have to kill you now," Johnny said plainly. "I told you this because I knew I could trust my own father with my secret, but then I realized something-- I can't trust you with my secret."

Johnny put the Knife on the table, where his father could see it. "This was what the person who committed suicide used. I stood and watched him stab himself. I held him as his last breathe left his body. I heard him whisper, as he was bleeding, 'Oh God. I don't want to die!'"

Johnny picked up his Knife and stood on the table. "You think that's easy to forget?!" he screamed. "Where were you while I had to go through that? Well? You were in your lab, ignoring both my sister and me! When she left, I thought you'd spend a little time looking for her, a 'great man' like you should be able to find her easy! Well, I knew you hadn't even thought about her when you said 'Gaz who?'"

Johnny kicked the pizza off the table. "Well, do you know who Gaz is?" Nny screamed. All of Bloaty's was looking at him. "Gaz is the best gamer in the world! She's a lonely person who needs a dad to take care of her! She saw me KILL someone and fainted, and when she woke up, she asked me what had happened then immediately told me about Family Night Out so we wouldn't miss it. She needed you, Dad. How the h311 couldn't you see that??"

Membrane shook, with a terrified expression on what you could see of his face.

"You never pay attention to us," Nny growled. "I said I stop starters of pain. Well, here's one in front of me." Johnny stabbed his dad.

"Gaz wasn't just a gamer!" Stab. "Gaz was a person!" Stab. "Gaz was my SISTER!" Stabstabstabstab.

The rest of Bloaty's screamed. A man ran for the phone. Johnny threw his Knife so that the man was decapitated before he could reach the phone. To Nny's surprise, his Knife came back like a boomerang after cutting the man's head off.

Nny quickly left the building. No one noticed him. They were all looking for the Knife he had put in his trench coat pocket.

. . . . .

Johnny made it home unnoticed. He felt in his pocket for the Knife, and instead hit a hard plastic object. He drew it out of his pocket, and saw it was a water gun, still full. Nny gave it a test squeeze. It shot a perfect line.

"What did I have that in my pocket for?" he wondered. An image of a green boy briefly surfaced. 'Why does he have green skin?' Nny thought. He knew there was a reason. 'Eh, probably just a skin condition.'

. . . .

Nny watched the news that night. "Today, at Bloaty's, Professor Alex Membrane was stabbed to death by a young boy we suspect to me his son."

"Dad's first name is Alex?" Nny said.

"The boy jumped on the table and pulled out a knife, and started yelling about some person named . . . Gaz. Here we have an exclusive video from a person at Bloaty's."

A video was show of a birthday party. A boy was blowing out the candles when someone started yelling in the background. The camera swung around to see Johnny, ranting to his dad.

"If you see this boy, please call 911 immediately. He is wanted for the murder of Professor Membrane, maker of Super Toast and future curer of the common cold."

Nny turned off the TV. People were looking for him. The most obvious place for them to start would be Membrane's house. Dib had to leave.

He ran up to his room to pack.

~*~

Like? Hate? Please review! And remember, I need PLOT IDEAS!! Pleeeeeaaaaasse??? And, I'd like it if someone posted a picture advertising this fic on a site (like Deviant Art or something). So! There are two contests;

plot idea for sequel

picture for fic

The picture can be of Dib/Johnny, or anyone. What I'd really like is either a picture of Dib holding Zim as he dies, or of Dib/Johnny. Dib/Johnny has the scythe in his hair but the rest of the hair is like Nny's, an insane grin like Nny's, Nny's boots, and Dib's clothes, except under the smiley on Dib's shirt it says "Smile, YOU FREAK!" Okay? Can someone do that for me pleeeaaase? Post it on a site, then send me the link to the picture at "funeral4theliving@yahoo.com", okay? Thnx!

The winner of the plot contest gets to co-star in the sequel, and so does the winner of the art contest!

Oh, and someone asked me if the last chapter was a songfic. O.o Well DUH! The song is How You Remind Me by Nickelback. If you haven't heard the song, then I hope that on the first day that you live in Heaven, you receive a prank call from Hell that burns you to a crisp. Yup.

~Funeral