Author's Note: Sorry for the delay. I have the most awful writer's block. And I don't feel like rereading old quality fanfics to steal plot ideas from.
Uh huh. Extra cheese...
Weird Al rocks. u.u
Oh, and I would like people to AIM me so I don't feel so lonely. Not you porn bots, but actual human company I can talk to. Then I can spoil the story for you! Or something.
And I can beg at you for ideas.
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All sorts of stupid ideas ran through Zim's head for escape. Most of them involved seducing the Dib, but occaisionally he'd think of something or two involving meatloaf.
And then Gir wandered over, and freed Zim casually with a click on the computer's keyboard.
The cords restraining Zim loosened and let him go, leaving Zim gasping loudly. He was free! If only that were true. If he was truly free, these images would move out of his head... But that wouldn't make him free either. Zim was no slave! But... he felt like he was. Invisible chains over him. Binding him to Dib... and something else. What could be binding him? He was a proud soldier for the glorious Irken Empire! Nothing could stop him! Noth-.
The Irken empire can't be it. It's not possible. Zim is a soldier for the Tallest! Nothing is greater than them...
Unable to comprehend that the Irken Empire is a horrible shell, Zim gained a massive migraine, with a couple of lustings thrown in.
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Dib stood in Zim's living room, wondering how Zim would kill him.
Excited Meatbag? I'm going to make him do the ultimate crime in our eyes. It's a very obscure old law, but it still stays with the Irken Empire, the people obey it without thinking. And when he pledges his love to you openly, that will be his death sentence.
I thought you said it wasn't love.
It isn't you fucking fool. You are so naive. There is much for you to learn. Once Zim is tortured and his pak torn off, I'll be able to rest. And then a better, more competant soldier will appear. Maybe it will take a long time. Maybe it won't. But one thing is for sure, you've barely can stand against the pitiful short ZIM, just think of what's going to happen when a much better warrior comes. Zim's the worst of the worst on our planet! This will be a great moment, when he sacrifices himself for you.
...You're sick Tak.
No more than you Dib. You summoned me. You asked for guidance the moment Zim kissed you. If you weren't even magical, this wouldn't have happened, and I'd be floating around
with no hope for retribution.
I'm magic?
Only a slight bit. Just enough psychic to be possessed. If you were a null, I'd have to have a different plan, now would I?
Dib felt his legs start to move without him. Tak bent his body over and lifted up the couch, revealing the secret entrance. (A/N: Not so secret now is it?)
Dib felt himself falling down the tube toward Zim.
What will happen when they meet?
Would Zim return the feelings he felt?
What would happen to them?
Will Tak get her revenge?
Tak landed Dib's body carefully, so it would not be injured.
Dib realized something, if Tak was a ghost, he could get rid of her.
Right... Right?
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Author's Note: Thank you people for reading. No, this isn't the end of the story.
I just want to apoligize for the short chapters, cruddy writing, hackneyed plot, and long intervals between updates.
And I would like to thank my reviewers.
I give my blessings to ye all.
Uh huh. Extra cheese...
Weird Al rocks. u.u
Oh, and I would like people to AIM me so I don't feel so lonely. Not you porn bots, but actual human company I can talk to. Then I can spoil the story for you! Or something.
And I can beg at you for ideas.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
All sorts of stupid ideas ran through Zim's head for escape. Most of them involved seducing the Dib, but occaisionally he'd think of something or two involving meatloaf.
And then Gir wandered over, and freed Zim casually with a click on the computer's keyboard.
The cords restraining Zim loosened and let him go, leaving Zim gasping loudly. He was free! If only that were true. If he was truly free, these images would move out of his head... But that wouldn't make him free either. Zim was no slave! But... he felt like he was. Invisible chains over him. Binding him to Dib... and something else. What could be binding him? He was a proud soldier for the glorious Irken Empire! Nothing could stop him! Noth-.
The Irken empire can't be it. It's not possible. Zim is a soldier for the Tallest! Nothing is greater than them...
Unable to comprehend that the Irken Empire is a horrible shell, Zim gained a massive migraine, with a couple of lustings thrown in.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dib stood in Zim's living room, wondering how Zim would kill him.
Excited Meatbag? I'm going to make him do the ultimate crime in our eyes. It's a very obscure old law, but it still stays with the Irken Empire, the people obey it without thinking. And when he pledges his love to you openly, that will be his death sentence.
I thought you said it wasn't love.
It isn't you fucking fool. You are so naive. There is much for you to learn. Once Zim is tortured and his pak torn off, I'll be able to rest. And then a better, more competant soldier will appear. Maybe it will take a long time. Maybe it won't. But one thing is for sure, you've barely can stand against the pitiful short ZIM, just think of what's going to happen when a much better warrior comes. Zim's the worst of the worst on our planet! This will be a great moment, when he sacrifices himself for you.
...You're sick Tak.
No more than you Dib. You summoned me. You asked for guidance the moment Zim kissed you. If you weren't even magical, this wouldn't have happened, and I'd be floating around
with no hope for retribution.
I'm magic?
Only a slight bit. Just enough psychic to be possessed. If you were a null, I'd have to have a different plan, now would I?
Dib felt his legs start to move without him. Tak bent his body over and lifted up the couch, revealing the secret entrance. (A/N: Not so secret now is it?)
Dib felt himself falling down the tube toward Zim.
What will happen when they meet?
Would Zim return the feelings he felt?
What would happen to them?
Will Tak get her revenge?
Tak landed Dib's body carefully, so it would not be injured.
Dib realized something, if Tak was a ghost, he could get rid of her.
Right... Right?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Author's Note: Thank you people for reading. No, this isn't the end of the story.
I just want to apoligize for the short chapters, cruddy writing, hackneyed plot, and long intervals between updates.
And I would like to thank my reviewers.
I give my blessings to ye all.