A/n Okay! Here it is! Yep, this is the next chapter! Okay! Go on, then. Read it and have fun. Or else.

Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim or Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. Those belong to Jhonen Vasquez. I hope he reads this so maybe he'll begin with Invader Zim again.

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Chapter 12: "Slave."

Usually, with the rising of a new day, you feel so happy inside, like a bunch of retarded bunnies hopping around in your sickening intestines. The sun lifts you up, up into the sky with a feeling of floatiness and all that shit.

For Gaz however, it meant that she was regaining consciousness in a decrepit old house with a homicidal maniac and an alien. But that was normal.

"You know, you could have asked first." The said girl caressed the bruise on her forehead as she stood before the thin giant before her. The man just furrowed his eyes in confusion, and then looked into her golden brown orbs.

"Hmmm...were you always aware...of your inhuman behavior?"

Gaz looked down at her slightly dirty hands.

"I always knew that I wasn't like everyone else. All the other kids...they stayed away...burning desire...kill all." Her voice was low and dangerous. Her violet hair flowed over her pale face.

"Seems like the you humans had your own cloning projects." Tak crushed Mr. Samsa with her foot, ignoring the miniscule pleas for help. "Never knew that that you could create such inhumane experi—"

Gaz drew back her purple blooded fist and glared at Tak with angry eyes. Tak merely glared back up at her as she regained her composure from the creaking floor.

"I. Am. Human." Hot tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm not a goddamn project. You can't tell me what and what isn't human. You're an alien, you hypocrite." Gaz clenched her hands against her sides.

"One thing is for sure: You weren't born." Johnny shuffled back the papers into the ancient drawer and leaned back against the wall.

"How do you know about all this Johnny?" She spun around at the psychopath, and his face was shadowed.

"I...used to know your 'father'. He was as easily as insane as I was, and in one point of time, we were partners until he decided to share his...genius...with the world."

"What a great genius he was." Tak said sarcastically as she spit out a bloodied tooth where Gaz hit her.

"Anyway, I helped create Dib. But Mr. Membrane created you all on his own. Another experiment that would be the living embodiment of science and the supernatural; that could help break the barriers between dimensions and have the laws of physics and everything we know go down the toilet." Johnny looked at the short teen as she let her fists unclench, ruby dripping down her fingers.

"But...Dad always discouraged Dib about his obsession with UFO's and stuff..."

"And for good reason. I know you already know well about the dimension inside Dib's head, and it grew to enormous proportions in his mind. Professor Membrane realized his mistake too late, and his only hope was to raise you two as normal and as sane as possible, in order to keep the universe from coming to a disastrous close."

"But didn't the universe already end? When you let the thing in the wall out?"

"Yeah, but I got a second chance. I was controlled by some greater entity, and I have the feeling that the same force has something to do with the whole project. It was destined to happen."

"If you're so crazy, how come you two are having a perfectly sane conversation?" Tak interrupted, as she stood beside the two creepy people.

"It's because all the crap about crazy people not being aware that they're crazy isn't true. Now, I'm afraid that if you interrupt one more time, I'm going to have to gouge out your eyes with a plastic spork, and then nail your arms to a wall while surgically implanting a stick of dynamite in your insides. May I go on?"

Tak stayed silent.

"So..." Gaz picked up her head, her eyes tired with fatigue. "How do we stop it?"

Johnny stared at the young girl with a blank face.

"I have no fucking clue."

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"You better not touch her!" Zim reached out with clawed fingers as Legion stood back and chuckled.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't, but I know you want to." Legion sneered while Zim stared dumbstruck.

"What are you getting at?"

"Ever since you came to this planet, you had been adapting to this planet's environment and way of life. In fact, think of earth as a more primitive form of Irk, but the Irken Empire evolved beyond its needs to reproduce, to feel any passionate emotion, blah, blah, blah..."

Zim glared at Legion as his insides clenched uncomfortably.

"But you, you evolved back into those emotions and desires that were once existent on your planet. You saw little Gaz Membrane grow up into a young lady and you fell victim to those feelings and passions. You are growing more and more human every time you think of her face, her eyes, her soft skin..."

"SHUT UP!" Zim held his hands against where he would have ears, but that didn't stop the images that were racing through his mind as Legion described every detail that sent his brain into ecstasy.

"Why? Why do you want to keep yourself from such desire, burning deep within your body as she sends your mind reeling? You want to touch her...kiss her...love her..."

"QUIT IT! QUIT POISONING MY MIND!"

"Your drive will complete the ritual! You heart will make hers race! Your mind will be open to pleasures! To pains! To all that openness that will break her and open the gates between the dimensions once more!" Legion yelled to the dark heavens, while Zim was yelling in agony.

Zim laid his tired head on the ground, breathing heavily. A dull ache filled his abdomen, and he closed his eyes.

"I won't..."

Legion kneeled down and smirked at the pathetic creature.

"I won't be...a damned slave..." His vision grew dark.

Legion stood back up and stared at the swirling fumes that filled the dank room with despair and sorrow.

Reflecting on a certain burger boy, he whispered as Zim faded away into the void.

"You're always a slave to something."

A/n Okay. I know it's short, but hey, its plot development. I just hope this will keep you satisfied for a few days until I get the chance to update again. Besides, I'm tired, and I want to sleep. Daylight isn't healthy for me.