Author's Note: My neck hurts. My eyes are tired. So, it's a perfect time to write!
I love the new Heart Shaped Radio.
Thank you all for reviewing. Maybe, when I finish it, I'll thank every person who gave me a legiable review... Or probably not. Me head is throbbing.
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Zim tried to rid himself of feelings, like he learned in training. Irkens had no use for the hot passion of romance, and only needed the cold anger and blankness to destroy the planet. But he could not. Suddenly, the idea of putting an entire race to extinction or slavery seemed... wrong. But how could it be? Irkens were superior, weren't they?
His blood was 80% of that unknown chemical. It shouldn't be there... Dib! That stupid DIB! Next his face shows up... Zim would... Stroke that pale face. NO! Zim is Irken! Irkens feel NOTHING.
Zim's gloved claws tore at the cables restraining him. He had to see the Dib, NOW. Surely the Dib would come! To spy on him... If only he hadn't been detaching himself away from Zim lately. Thinking of this, Zim felt... like nothing would ever be right again. Zim shook himself awake. ZIM WAS GREAT. NOTHING COULD STOP HIM.
Except maybe that delicious Dib.
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Dib was walking home, the drugs were rapidly wearing off, and his arm was throbbing. Dib knew he had to see Zim now. No more excuses. ...Maybe he should cut his hair. It WAS awfully annoying. Stopping by a garbage can, Dib took out a swiss army knife, switched it to scissors, and started cutting. No, not his arm sillies, but that ridiculous mullet like thing he had.
Can we go noooowww? Feminine whined. You are such a little pussy, Dib. Just go to Zim's house.
No... I want to have him remember everything we've done together in the past. And one of the things he used to ridicule me about was my hair.... He still does.
Half an hour later, Dib's hair looked exactly as it did when he was 13... except the scythe. That scythe is magic and cannot be cut for any reason.
Now, FUCKING GO TO ZIM'S HOUSE. YOU LITTLE SHIT, JUST GO.
Fine you bitch.
You say that when I'm manipulating the very way you think, just wait till you reach Zim.
Dib shook his now much lighter head. He turned directions, since Zim's home was in the opposite direction, and began to plan out the assault of the base.
First he would...
The silky twisted voice of Feminine spoke up.
Walk in the front door. Go down to the base. And confront Zim. That's it you moron.
Suddenly, Feminine took over Dib's body and headed down into the neon green house.
What the hell are you doing?
I'm going to Zim's base. It's about time he's suffered for his crimes. How about it, DIB?
...Who are you?
You'll find out soon enough.
I love the new Heart Shaped Radio.
Thank you all for reviewing. Maybe, when I finish it, I'll thank every person who gave me a legiable review... Or probably not. Me head is throbbing.
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Zim tried to rid himself of feelings, like he learned in training. Irkens had no use for the hot passion of romance, and only needed the cold anger and blankness to destroy the planet. But he could not. Suddenly, the idea of putting an entire race to extinction or slavery seemed... wrong. But how could it be? Irkens were superior, weren't they?
His blood was 80% of that unknown chemical. It shouldn't be there... Dib! That stupid DIB! Next his face shows up... Zim would... Stroke that pale face. NO! Zim is Irken! Irkens feel NOTHING.
Zim's gloved claws tore at the cables restraining him. He had to see the Dib, NOW. Surely the Dib would come! To spy on him... If only he hadn't been detaching himself away from Zim lately. Thinking of this, Zim felt... like nothing would ever be right again. Zim shook himself awake. ZIM WAS GREAT. NOTHING COULD STOP HIM.
Except maybe that delicious Dib.
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Dib was walking home, the drugs were rapidly wearing off, and his arm was throbbing. Dib knew he had to see Zim now. No more excuses. ...Maybe he should cut his hair. It WAS awfully annoying. Stopping by a garbage can, Dib took out a swiss army knife, switched it to scissors, and started cutting. No, not his arm sillies, but that ridiculous mullet like thing he had.
Can we go noooowww? Feminine whined. You are such a little pussy, Dib. Just go to Zim's house.
No... I want to have him remember everything we've done together in the past. And one of the things he used to ridicule me about was my hair.... He still does.
Half an hour later, Dib's hair looked exactly as it did when he was 13... except the scythe. That scythe is magic and cannot be cut for any reason.
Now, FUCKING GO TO ZIM'S HOUSE. YOU LITTLE SHIT, JUST GO.
Fine you bitch.
You say that when I'm manipulating the very way you think, just wait till you reach Zim.
Dib shook his now much lighter head. He turned directions, since Zim's home was in the opposite direction, and began to plan out the assault of the base.
First he would...
The silky twisted voice of Feminine spoke up.
Walk in the front door. Go down to the base. And confront Zim. That's it you moron.
Suddenly, Feminine took over Dib's body and headed down into the neon green house.
What the hell are you doing?
I'm going to Zim's base. It's about time he's suffered for his crimes. How about it, DIB?
...Who are you?
You'll find out soon enough.