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Chapter 12 Good Kitty
Zim ran, ran as far away from the Other Purple as he could.
His heartbeat was fluttering like a trapped moth, and his antennae were standing straight up. His legs moved on their own, rushing for the door. But they didn't stop there, no, they ran out the front door, down the porch steps, and went bounding across the grounds.
Home. He wanted to go home. He wanted his real mother and real brothers, and, at this point, he wouldn't even mind a little of Purple's cooking.
There was no more denying it; this place was not a wonderland; it was a spider's web, and he had walked right into it.
But he was never going to see them ever again unless he found a way out. He was determined. One way or another he had to escape. Someone would help him...
Right?
Zim shook his head, trying desperately to keep all the negative thoughts out of his mind.
Zim's running eventually slowed into a jog and then finally a walk as he passed the fully blooming and fruit-bearing apple trees that in the real world would be dead and dry. Zim knew where he was going. The only place that probably felt safe at the moment, the old well where he met the Membrane's and Mimi for the first time.
Zim lowered his antennae and took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves until he felt something furry pushing itself against his leg in one smooth, insinuating motion. Zim jumped, then breathed a sigh of relief when he saw who it was.
"Oh, it's you," he said, returning to a fast paced walk towards the direction of the old well.
The black creature followed Zim, keeping up at his pace and meowed.
"See?" it said, it's black tail twitching, "it wasn't so hard recognizing me, was it? No need for names."
"Well, what if I wanted to call you?" asked Zim, his antennas clicking together in annoyance.
The black creature wrinkled her nose and managed to look unimpressed. "calling cats," she confided, "tends to be a rather overrated activity. might as well call a whirlwind."
"what if it was dinnertime? wouldn't you like to know when to be called in?" said Zim with a scoff.
"Of course," said the cat, her tail twitching again, "but a simple cry of 'dinner!' would do nicely. See? No need for names."
Zim scoffed, "and yet you still answer to the name Mimi, contradictory isn't it?"
Mimi snorted and held her head high, "Only because it is easier for you. It means nothing to me," she said.
"sure it does," said Zim, rolling his eyes at the proud feline. Zim's antennae suddenly shot upward, observant.
At home once Zim had gone through the patch of trees, he saw nothing but the meadow, the mountains and the forest around the property. In this place, the woods didn't go as far, and the trees were becoming cruder and less treelike the farther he walked.
'I'm an explorer,' thought Zim, 'and I need all the ways out of here that I can get. Keep walking Zim, be brave.'
Mimi suddenly paused and meowed curiously at Zim.
"And what do you think you're doing?" she asked, confused.
"well, I'm getting out of here. That's what I'm doing," said Zim as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Mimi suddenly hissed and stopped walking, her tail tucking itself between her legs and her fur standing on end. Zim stopped to stare down at the feline as it twitched and looked around, eyes wide.
"Bad place," said Mimi "If you want to call it a place, which I don't. So again I ask, what are you doing?"
Zim's antennae clicked together again, this time due to nervousness and annoyance, "I'm exploring," he said before returning to his walk.
Mimi stayed quiet as she quickened her pace to keep up with the young Irken.
Soon enough the woods seemed to spread out slightly, and the trees became more approximate, like the idea of trees: a greyish-brown trunk below, a greenish splodge of something that might have been leaves.
Zim couldn't help but wonder if the tree's were sick or if his vision was failing him.
The forest eventually started to look like a child's doodle, as if he or she just wasn't interested in trees, or hadn't bothered with it because nobody would care for the picture.
Maybe it was because no one was expected to come out this far.
Still, Zim continued to walk forward, Mimi padding away by his heels.
"Huh?" said Zim, his eyes widening in wonder as he started walking into a mist. The strange thing about it was, it wasn't damp, like a normal fog or mist. It wasn't cold or warm. It just felt as if one were walking into nothing. it was just a pale nothingness, like a blank sheet of paper or an enormous, empty white room. It had no temperature, no smell, no texture and no taste.
"something's wrong," said Zim, thinking that for a moment that he had gone blind, but he was proven wrong due to the fact that he could see himself and Mimi as plain as day.
But there was no ground beneath them, just a misty, milky whiteness.
"S-Shouldn't the old well be here?" asked Zim, confused and worried.
"Nothing out here," said Mimi with a slight hiss," This is just the outside, the part of the place she hasn't bothered to create. It's the empty part of this world. She only made the things that she knew would impress you."
"She?" asked Zim.
"The one who says she's your other mother," said Mimi with a snarl. Zim couldn't tell if she was annoyed at him or angry at the Other Mother.
"What is she?" asked Zim, looking down at Mimi.
Mimi didn't answer, only continued to walk beside Zim through the pale mist.
"why?" asked Zim, frustrated, "why does she want me? why does she want me to stay here with her?"
Mimi fliped her tail, thinking. "She want's something to love, I think...something that isn't... her," said Mimi, "Or maybe, she'd just love something to eat. It's hard to tell with creatures like that."
"Eat? that's ridiculous. Mothers don't eat their sons...right?" asked Zim, his body trembling with every step he took.
"I don't know," said Mimi "How do you taste?" she asked with a chuckle.
Zim glared down at Mimi, 'Stupid cat,' he thought.
"Ugh, it won't matter anyways. I'm getting out of here, the Other Red told me something, he said that the Other Mother was fixing all the gates and doors, to keep you out," said Zim.
Mimi only snorted,"She may try," she said, obviously unimpressed. "Oh shemay try, but there's ways in and ways out of this places like this that even she doesn't know about."
"Then I'll leave through there," said Zim with a sigh of relief.
Mimi suddenly burst into a hissing laughter, "I don't think so. For your kind, there is only one way in and out. I am sorry."
Zim growled. He knew what that "one" way was. The little door in the living room.
"So...did she make this place?" asked Zim, looking around the milky whiteness. "Did she make this world?"
"Made it, found it-what's the difference?" asked Mimi, "either way she's had it a very long time."
Then something caught Zim's attention. A shape began to appear in front of them, something high, towering and dark.
"You were wrong, Mimi there is something out here," said Zim, quickening his pace.
The shape suddenly began to form into a dark house, which seemed to loom down at Zim and Mimi, out of the formless whiteness.
"Huh?" Zim gasped, "but how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?"
"Easy" said Mimi, "Walk around the world."
"Maybe I just got turned around in the mist," said Zim, shaking his head.
Mimi curled her tail into a question mark, and tipped her head to one side. " you might have done," she said "I certainly would not."
"small world," said Zim still surprised as the world started forming around him. They were standing under a few trees from the fantastic garden now, the sound of crickets filling the air.
"It's big enough for her, " said Mimi, "Spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies."
Zim shivered.
"Hang on," growled Mimi, her red eyes suddenly widening and her body crouching down. She gave a shiver and leap and before Zim could blink, Mimi had already captured a yellow circus chick. The poor thing was blowing on a trumpet desperately, wiggling and writhing.
"Stop! he's one of the circus chicks!" cried Zim angrily at Mimi.
"HUSH!Keep your voice down!" hissed Mimi, spitting the creature out and knocking the trumpet out of the chicks beak with her paw. Then with one hard swoop the feline had pinned the chick down. "I love this bit," Mimi purred," want to see me do that again?"
"NO!" hissed Zim angrily, "Why are you doing that? You're torturing it!"
"Mm," said Mimi, letting the chick go.
The chick stumbled, dazed for a few steps, then it began to run. With a blow of her paw, Mimi had knocked the chick into the air and caught it in her mouth.
"Stop it!" said Zim.
Mimi dropped the chick between her two front paws, "There are those," she said with a sigh, in tones as smooth as oiled silk, "who have suggested that the tendency of a cat to play with its prey is a merciful one- after all, it permits the occasional funny little running snack to escape, from time to time. How often does your dinner get to escape?"
Zim shivered at the hint that Mimi dropped.
"Well stop torturing or showing "mercy" to it! Let it go!" demanded Zim.
"Now why would I do that?" asked Mimi, taking the chick into her mouth and biting into it's back with a horrible-
*CRUNCH*
Zim gasped as the chick let out a loud cry of pain, then hung limp. But what happened next, made Zim's blood run cold.
Slowly, still dangling from Mimi's mouth, the chick's body transformed, sand seeping out from it's beak and button eyes as the body grew long, twisted and furry.
Zim gasped again horrified as the chick suddenly turned into an ugly button eyed rat.
"The rats in this place are all spies for her. She uses them as her eyes and hands..." said Mimi, putting the rat down by Zim's feet, "I don't like rats at the best of times, but this one, was sounding an alarm."
With that being said, and her point being made, Mimi picked up the rat and carried it off into the woods behind a tree.
Zim couldn't believe what he saw...His heart was racing and his body was trembling, but despite that Zim couldn't help but look into the woods in awe and mutter-
"Good kitty."
Well ladies and gentlemen, I apologize again, I am doing this via McDonalds for my internet has shut down and is being a pain.
Sorry for this chapter being so short and I am sorry for the earlier statement in the authors notes.
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