Yes, isn't this story getting good? Of course it is. You don't go around with an IQ of 163 and not know a few things about writing a good fan fiction. But I digress, on with the trivial nonsense. I own neither Johnny nor Zim. I do, however, own the 18 Kaizers. Well, I'm not entirely sure if I own them of they own me. Either way, don't touch them without my permission. If you do, I'll hunt you down and gut you like a trout. On with the story.
The hallway was askew with battle and bloodshed, most of it being from the Resisty's side. Blasts of lightning and fire burst all around, great ham demons and robotic versions of Martha Stuart and Jerry Springer stomping about, shooting lasers from their eyes. The Resisty, not only being outnumbered, were ill-equipped and fighting beings that might as well been gods. Zim had also joined, being given a giant tank with plasma cannons and anti-gravity bombs. Dib was nowhere to be seen, possibly dead or injured, no one could tell. For some odd reason, with each person Xi slaughtered, his suit became more white in spots. This would be revealed later, but for now, no one noticed. When the smoke cleared, only the Kaizers, Zim, and Lard Nar were in view. Lard Nar frowned tiredly. Looking around.
"My crew…No…This cannot be!", Lard Nar cried, beating his head against the ground. "YOU IRKEN SCUM AND YOUR MANIAC ALLIES WILL PAY FOR THIS!", he screamed, lunging at Zim. A moment later, he burst into an explosion of fire and entrails, being done at the hands of Kaizer Alpha. He stood there, holding his hand at where Lard Nar once was. "Fucking idiot. To busy with his head up his ass to see what he was doing. HOW D'YA LIKE THAT, BI-ATCH!?", he laughed, sounding very ghetto. Kaizer Theta looked dully at Alpha, a spot of blood on his cheek.
"Shut up, Alpha.", he said, shaking his head, struggling against a smile brought on by Alpha's wiggerdom. Xi looked around, the white on his suit covering all but a black square over his breast pocket. He had obviously very busy.
"Well, Zim, looks like we killed them all. Pretty good day if I say so myself.", he mused, noticing Nny coming down the stairs. He looked very disappointed, looking at the corpses on the floor.
"Fuck! You were on a killing spree and you didn't get me?!", he yelled, kicking the remains of Shloogapooptis. This was interrupted with a gurgling cry from behind them. Nny turned around shocked by what he saw. Zim had his throat sliced opened, and Dib holding a bloody shard of glass. He had a black eye, his skin pale and his hair rough and messy. His glasses were missing a lens and his shirt was torn in several places. He stared at Johnny and Xi, his eyes cold and dark and a drip of blood trailing from his mouth. He scowled and leaped at Johnny, yelling furiously. Xi watched, amused at this development. In a matter of minutes, they had done away with each other, shards of glass sprinkled about them. Xi sighed, walking up the stairs to check on Jhonen and to get a mop.
Among the shards of glass
there lay a story now once told.
To make the chaos of this world last
As what of fate will release and hold.
Fin.