Yay, new fic, this one doesn't really have a plot. Explanation? Well has anyone ever seen 'Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction?' on SciFi? Well if you have then this show has been made into a Zim style fic. I thought it'd be a cool idea and hopefully everyone else will too. This one was origainlly called 'Halloween' on the show but I thought everyone would think this is a parody of IZ/Halloween the horror movie. So I changed the title, okay? Also, I kind of changed the story a bit . . . okay I changed it a lot but the basic theme is still the same . . . I think. Well I guess on with the short-story thing!
Disclaimor: I do not own Invader Zim, Johnen Vazquez does. Also, I do not own Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction? That belongs to that host guy . . . who hosts it. I don't know who the hell owns the show, I just watch it.
P.S.: I am so sorry that I haven't posted in such a long time but there was a problem with my computer since it now has XP Version. So I must use my best friend, Karina's, computer to post from now on. Thanks Karina and Happy Birthday! -Invader Nicole.
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Trick or Treat?
By Invader Nicole
The date was October 31st, 2004 in the town of Salem, Massachusetts. The famous town with a past of witchcraft and as none by some, the perfect town to celebrate Samhain, aka Halloween. A night of kids in costumes walking the streets asking for candy, in Zim's opinion it was foolish. Zim hated Halloween and everyone in the town knew it, almost no one ever went to his house on Halloween night. He would always frighten people away, it made him laugh to see them running away and screaming at the top of their lungs. He scared kids on Halloween every year on Halloween. This year would be no different.
"You really should be nicer to those kids, Zim. They're not so bad ya' know."
Zim closed his eyes for a second, took a deep breath and turned around to his sister. He opened his eyes to see an irken with ebony black eyes staring angrily at him. Said irken also had straight anteannae, the standard irken uniform along with a long black trench coat around her, and knee-high boots with a steel toe.
"Reb, why do you concern yourself in my own matters?" he asked his sister.
Reb sighed, they had this discussion every year. "Because Zim, every year you scare those kids and every year some angry mother calls the police and we get a fine. I really don't want another fine to pay because of your childish behavior."
"My childish behavior?!" Zim screamed. "Those kids are the ones who run around at night and ask strangers for candy! And what about the time those kids TP'd the tree! Huh?!"
"They're just kids, Zim."
Zim grabbed a knife from the table and advanced to Reb. "Kids are hideous beings on this planet put to torture people. In my opinion they should be eliminated. What do you think?"
Reb turned around to answer but then stood in shock. She saw Zim now standing next to her with a knife raised over his head. She knew what was going to happen, he had tried it before but failed.
"ZIM! DON'T DO IT!" she screamed.
Zim didn't listen to her, with one swift blow he brought down the knife and heard a pleasant 'crack' and 'thump' of his victim hitting the ground. He pulled the knife out and brought it to the sink to wash it off, he knew he would need this knife for later.
"Thanks a lot Zim. Do you know how long it took me to carve that pumpkin?! Do you?!"
Reb looked onto the floor, at her now shattered pumpkin. Zim hated those pumpkins with a passion, she knew this, and he had tried to destroy them the day before. He had failed before, but now he had suceeded. The pumpkin lay on the floor in pieces spilling a few seeds, it was the shattered remains of Reb's hard work.
"It was worthless anyway," Zim replied to her screams as he cleaned the sticky, orange liquid off his knife. When it was finally clean he put the knife in his boot, he knew he'd need it again if Reb made anymore pumpkins.
Reb made a harsh sigh. "Well lucky for me I had made more, just in case."
She ran up the stairs to her room. Zim face turned to anger, his sister had thought ahead. Typical. Zim went into the living room and sat in his red chair. He liked this house a lot better than the old one, he and Reb had moved a few years ago to Salem. To get away from all the insanity of the city as Reb had put it. Zim grabbed the remote off the nightstand and turned the TV on, he flipped through the channels until he found SciFi. It was airing 'Halloween' again, they did every year. Zim pulled a packet a packet of 'Lik-A-Stik' from his pocket and started to eat it. One of the few Earth foods Zim could actually eat. After a few seconds Reb came back downstairs with a pumpkin at hand, she knew Zim wouldn't destroy this one for a particular reason.
"Zimmy, whaddaya think?"
Zim closed his eyes and began to count to ten. How he hated it when his sister refered to him in that nickname. He opened his eyes after the ten seconds passed, this time he saw a pumpkin on the table near Reb. This pumpkin angered him, she made this particular one every year. It was a pumpkin skillfully cut with Zim's face into it. How she managed to do that he wondered, but didn't care much. Reb smiled, she knew her brother would never shatter a pumpkin with his own face on it.
"Eh . . . " was his reply to her question.
Zim got up from his chair during the commercial break, he went to the kitchen to put his new scaring costume on. He fitted a fake mouthpiece in his row of teeth. Instead of his normal light pink zipper-like teeth; now he had a row of sharp, jagged teeth. He grabbed a packet of fake blood from the table and spreaded it onto a butcher knife and onto his teeth. He went upstairs to his room. He went to a drawer and pulled out a plad red shirt and baggy black jeans. He took off his standard irken uniform except for the boots, he replaced his clothes with the new shirt and jeans. He looked into the full length mirror and smiled to himself, this costume would surely scare those kids away.
'Just like every year . . . '
The doorbell rang, he smiled at this, scare time. He ran down the stairs and grabbed the blood-stained butcher knife off the table. He could already see Reb at the door handing out candy to the kids. He reached the door and screamed, bearing the knife over the heads of the trick-or-treaters. The kids, which were a little girl dressed as a clown and a boy dressed in a vampire costume, screamed as if they saw Death. The two kids ran from the house, flailing thier arms around and still screaming.
"Wait!" Red yelled to them. "You guys forgot your candy bags!"
"MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!" Zim laughed his all too familiar laugh of evil and triumph. He had suceeded again, much to Reb's dissapointment.
"ZIM! You jerkwad! Why do you do that every freakin' year?!" Reb walked angrily back inside and stopped up the stairs. Zim heard the normal slam of a door.
"STOP BEING A BABY REB!" Zim shook his head, in his opinion Reb took this holiday too seriously. Zim looked at the entrance of his door, indeed, the children had left their candy bags behind. Zim picked both up and brought them inside, he looked through them hopeing to find something good. "Ooo . . . Lik-A-Stik!"
Zim smiled at this, he had won a victory over the children again and free Lik-A-Stik. He went back to his chair and sat in front of the TV, watching the scene in 'Halloween' were Michael tries to kill the babysitter in the closet. He may have not liked the holiday but he sure as hell loved the movies and treats every year, and of coarse the thought of scaring children made it all the better.
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"Hey Dib . . . Happy Halloween to you too. Mine isn't so happy though . . . yeah . . . it was Zim. How's your Halloween going? Boring? Where's Gaz? Oh . . . she went to the TP houses again . . . . . I remember the time she got Miss Bitters house. I'm bored too . . . I'm still mad at Zim though cause he's scaring the kids again. Well what do you think I should do then? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . That's actually a good idea. Are you sure it will work though, Zim's not the easiest to freak . . . . I know, it was a long time ago th- . . . . . . . . . . . Yes Dib, I remember. Well when can you be here? . . . . . . . . . . . Okay, see you then."
Reb hung up and smiled, this was the perfect plan. She loved the fact that Dib had moved with her to Salem, unknown to Zim though or he would've had a fit. Zim was still mad that Reb and Dib loved each other. Dib had made the perfect plan to get revenge though. Reb got up from her bed and walked over to her bureau, in one drawer she pulled out a camera, she wanted to remember the look on Zim's face when the plan was complete. She placed the camera inisde the pocket of her trench coat, she would have it ready when the time came for it.
Reb walked over to the large window in her room, she pulled the black curtains away to see the outside world. She saw the bridge...that bridge was the only way Dib could get here. Since Zim hated society so much he demanded they move to a house far away from people. So they bought the house on the edge of town, people had to cross that bridge to get to their house, or go for a swim across the small lake it stood over. She hoped Dib would get here soon. It was then that she noticed the sky, it was a dark grey color, looks like rain. The news said there'd be a strong storm today, she hoped Dib would be okay. Reb looked down at the pumpkin next to her, the one staring out the window into the black of night. She had placed that pumpkin there so kids would know where to go for treats. She hoped Dib would see the pumpkin and find the house safely.
'All in due time . . . ' was Reb's thought as she saw the pellets of rain hit her window. The storm had started.
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Well that's chapter one, hope you all liked it. I wanted to post it on Halloween but I just really wanted to post it today. This fic is short and one-shot so the next chapter is the last, sadly. 'Til next time. Invader Nicole signing off.