Guess what? I'm writing a manuscript! I'm going to try to get a book published. Don't ask about it, because I don't have a clue what the Hell is going on! So remember 4 chapters ago? When I told you to guess? Well here's the guest dude! This is the only time I bring him into context by the way.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Helena C. Meet her father.

Zim. (This is POV! )

I worked slowly in my Pak. I didn't want to kill myself on accident. "Squeak!" I heard Mini moose

ask. "I don't know why the cat is on my head" I said staring up at the sleeping cat curled up on my

head. "Aw...A Kitten!" I heard a Voice screech. I juggled the vial for a second before placing it on my

desk and putting my Pak on. "Helena...." I hissed. "What's it's name?" She asked. I didn't know what

Tak and Mimi decided to call the cat. "Mini M." Computer stated. "Squeak!" I heard Mini Moose hiss.

"Moose thing! Language!" Helena yelled. "Oh this is Mini Moose, My Other robot! Yeah, he's been

here the whole time...Yeah..." I said. Helena rolled her eyes. "Meow" The Cat said. "I don't know

why." I told the Cat. "You speak cat?-Never mind! Where's Tak?" Helena yelled. "I'm right here" Tak

greeted. I rolled my eyes, I highly doubt I want to know what they're saying. "Hey, guys, I think you

should meet my dad!" Helena said. I glared, this is going to be one of those times, where I oppose it,

Tak begs for it. That makes a major difference, While I just Quit the Empire, Tak seems like she's

trying to quit being Irken, it might be a female thing, I'll never know. "Of course!" Tak said grinning.

"Not." I muttered. "Why not?" Tak asked in a tone that says, I'm leaving with or without you. "Because

I have no wish to meet her father." I hissed. She got her jacket for her disguise. How hers is solid I'll

never know. "Well fine, I'm leaving with or without you. And you can stay down here forever with

Mini Moose and GIR." Tak said starting to walk off. I put down my stuff. She had a small grin. "Fine

I'll go." I hissed and turned on my disguise. Half my hand phased through the table. Yes, perfect one

Mimi.

It was a weird looking house if you ask me. And I live in the base. It was also small-ish. Not that I

minded, it was something....Eerie, like it stood for lack of hope. "Now whatever you say don't ever

say wacky..." She hissed. I rolled my eyes.

"Who is it?"

Helena

Dad asked paranoid from the door. Of course he's killed enough cops, to where I wonder if that's even

necessary. "Hello Father..." I said grinning weakly. "This is Zim and Tak." I said. He had his Gone with

my Sanity shirt on. I heard a light meow. I turned....Odd. We walked in.... "The Walls are Red....Blood

I assume?" Zim said. I could hear the weakness in his voice. I was glad they didn't notice the falter in

my step. I nodded. A tear formed in my eye. It was horrid. This was where I had to fall. I looked back.

Zim had begun to notice my faltering steps, as if I didn't want to be heard. I didn't want to make noise.

But exactly what I'm doing I cannot explain. It's hard for me to understand, like I've lost control of my

actions. I knew what would happen next.

Quinn

I walked through the ashes with my portal. It was more of Voodoo, but this girl would also help me in

my plans. I needed Zim and Tak together. I looked down. A Body with it's head blown out, a Red

horned helmet next to it. "Deck the Hall with Boughs of Hell" I sang as I picked her up. She wasn't a

very good shot. I could still repair her, and make her better. Make her feel nothing. Like me. Like the

Scientists did. I blinked at this Girl I was controlling. Guilt. I need a successor this time. Guilt molds

into paranoia, and that can mold into loyalty. I'm going to watch all three of them.

And I closed the portal.

Zim

I glared at Helena, there was something off. I glanced at Tak as well, she looked scared out of her

wits. And she's Irken. I had barely an expression because of my Disguise, but it was intimidating.

I heard the cat shuffle around in my pak. Stupid thing jumped in there while I was leaving, like the

thing worshiped me or something. "Meow" It mewed. "Don't get comfortable. I'll show you what it was

like when I was a smeet." I hissed. I can only relate to that thing in the way that we both hiss. "Here

we are, so what would you guys like to do? Um....I have Happy Noodle boy comics!" She gestured

nervously. Tak and Helena froze behind me. I blinked. "What?" I asked. I heard loud hissing and cat

fighting. I heard a metal item clang to the ground and I backed up to Tak. Helena's father ripped the

Cat from his face and threw it at me. "Bad Cat!" I yelled at it. "Zim...That Cat just saved your life..."

Helena stuttered. She picked up a knife and held it in her hands. "You are just like Dib." I hissed and

started to stomp off. Tak grabbed me and started to claw into my skin. She was pissed, but at what?

What did I do? "Zim" She hissed. "Tak she planned to kill us!" I hissed at her. Her glare somehow

got thinner, and gave me a chilling feel. "No, Zim." She hissed at me. I looked at the kitten it was

trying to escape my grasp. "See even the cat agrees with me!" I hissed to her. The Cat meowed in

agreement. I felt blood being drawn from her tight grasp on me. "What?!" I asked Gritting my teeth not

to react. "Don't leave without me." She hissed. After she tore her claws from my muscle I screamed.

I would have preferred her leaving her claws there, that way there weren't four gaping holes in my arm. "Guys wait!" Helena begged. "Never! You want us dead. We thought you were joking in the park

last week, but you were serious, You aren't even worthy of being called human." We both said and

walked off. "Guys! Tak..." Helena begged. We didn't pay another mind to her.

Helena

They left. I could practically feel the anger rising in my face. I crushed the knife in my hand, and

ignored the splintering wood and metal. "What the Hell is WRONG with you?!" I demanded. It was

a very far shot to yell at NNY, but he can't hurt me. He can't kill me. No one can. "Those Were my

Friends! WERE! You ruin everything!" I screamed. He glared. Of course, despite me being his

daughter, were he to pull a gun on me....He would have to remember when he threatened mom. She

kicked his ass. I reached inside my sleeve. It was often that we would have spats, although with him

being insane and all, his stupid rabbit voice thing talks him out of it. His hand flinched behind his back

and I moved my gun closer to the edge of my shirt. "How lovely you have become....Helena" He

growled at me. "You remind me of someone years ago, she was lovely....But she always looked down

on people like me....People like you. My pain would amuse her...." My hand eased as he started talking.

"But on the inside she was ugly. Horribly ugly, So I did what naturally I do..." He said pausing to get

something in his breath. "You killed her." I growled. "You are an intelligent...person. So tell me look at

me and look at you, what do you see?" He asked. I glared and drew my gun. "I see an insane man. And

I see his tortured daughter." I growled. "Of course. Sometimes I'll stay up and wonder if that's what I

see myself..." He mumbled. "Then why wouldn't you let me go live with mom?" I demanded finger on

the trigger. "Devi? A mere pile of stunted growth thinks they have rights to be near her." He had a slight

evil smile. "She didn't want you, she wouldn't accept you. But by the time we met up she threw you at

me and you stalked me around ever since." He growled. I blinked. 'Thanks mom! I've been wanting to-'

"But, you walk out that door...You're just like everyone else to me. Another worthless thing that makes

noise." He growled. I backed off towards the door. "The moment you step out, you still won't be safe. I

haven't finished telling you my story yet." He said. I raised my gun again. He knew I had intentions. He

knew I was pretty. He knew I was his daughter.....He knew I could be immortalized. I looked at the

walls. He's going to need to repaint them. And I'm not going to be that paint. " You see, she made fun

of me. She wanted to be amused in my pain. So I took a scythe and jammed it through her lovely

skull." I took another step back. "...O-Okay...Well I'm leaving now...." I said. "But you know part of

why Devi couldn't accept me?" He said turning around. He had that grin on his face. "Oh shit..." I said

and started to back up faster. "Because I wanted to immortalize her. I didn't get to. She did something

similar to what you're doing now." My hand was itching the trigger. I was going to either leave or blast

a hole in his face, I don't care which....He's tortured me. He wants to resent, but he's too insane to listen.

"But there is something different. Alas, I have small wishes for death, but not by anyone else." He

said straying off. His stupid 'Moral dilemmas' "You're my relative, so why do I expect you to be any

less insane than I?" He asked himself. "I'm no." I growled. "But you're the one holding the gun. Just

one pull away from being a murderer. Strange I killed my first person with a lighter..." He said. Of

course...Just provoking me. "Get away from me! You are just a temptation!" I yelled. I grabbed my

mouth. He glared grinning. "Every urge in my body is just willing to shoot you! And you're no help

with your filler bunny! And... suicidal!...Things! No Woman is good-willed enough to help you!" I

screamed. "And Dammit! I don't care anymore! I don't want to be like you! But You give me no choice!

But.....I'm not you. If I pull this trigger..." I screamed. His large homicidal grin....I don't ever want to

be like that. Never give the children I plan to have one day a motive to do this. "I'll be just like you. So

go ahead. I'm leaving. You can do what you want, but you can't admit that no matter how many times

you die. Your sorry ass will always be kicked out of Hell and back here." I growled. His grin

disappeared as I ran off. Tears rose in my eyes as I left one of many people who hated me.

I looked at the Clock. Nov. 27. I shot myself. Like what happened to dad many of times before it only

made me look beat up. I could not die.

"Happy Thanksgiving! But Who the Hell am I thanking?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs until I

blacked out.

Happy Depressing Thanksgiving. Something similar happened to someone I knew a while ago. They

ran away on Thanksgiving and I found them blacked out in the streets.

We gave thanks that he didn't die. So Happy Thanksgiving! A nicer chapter soon!