I have returned from vacation to once again wreak havoc via including Irkens and Nny in a story!

I don't own Invader Zim or JTHM.

Chapter 20

Attack of the headvoices!

Nny had pocketed his worn Die-ary when he noticed something above his head. It was a ship shaped like a chef's hat, of all things. He jumped to his feet and drew out his smiley-face daggers, eyes twitching dangerously. Everyone noticed and backed slowly away from him.

The ship drew closer and slowed. A large deadly-looking gun emerged from the front.

"Wait, wait, hold it!" An angry voice shrieked over some form of PA. "We're supposed to do the whole 'returned to seek revenge' spiel, remember?"

"Hmm. I DON'T CARE!" Another hissed. "Now shut up and let me pull the goddamned trigger!"

"You're not the boss of me!"

"SHUT UP! DAMN IT!"

This was followed by a series of swearing and insults too violent to include in a T rated fanfiction.

Zim was quivering over the button with a picture of a gun on it.

"Can I shoot them or does anyone care?" He asked. Nny nodded.

"Please do."

Zim pushed the button, launching a moon. Apparently, Mars made its own moons, and auto-reloaded them. The moon hurtled at the ship which was sent hurtling off into space.

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"Okay, does anyone know who that was?" Tina asked after a long pause. Nny nodded.

"They are… or at least were my internal voices."

"Internal… voices?" Dib asked "Like… Schizophrenia?"

"Mmm… not exactly…" Nny shrugged. "They were… solid. Alive. They stemmed from my brain, but in the end they used me. I ended up pinning them to my wall."

"Hence the 'revenge'?" Shadow asked.

"Yep."

(Insert awkward pause here)

"So, uh, what were they more specifically?" Skoodge asked nervously.

"They were Styrofoam cutouts of the Pillsbury doughboy," Reverend Meat chimed in. "With creepy paint on them. One was Nny's mania, Mr. Eff; the other was his depression, Psychodoughboy."

At this point, Gir ran in screaming his head off, wearing his doggy suit. He collapsed in the middle of the circle that all present had formed. He had just ran all the way around Mars.

"Whee…" He panted happily. "I ate the hobo!" He screamed before running off.

No one took any notice.

"So, then what are you?" X asked, turning to the Reverend.

"I am one who tries to convince Nny to live for sensation," He explained. "To get him to give in to every desire and urge that he feels. Of course, he refuses."

"Of course!" Nny snapped. "To be unfeeling! Perhaps not as much as I wished at first, but still!"

Meat snarled and round teeth becoming sharp points; his eyes, normally wide and innocent, became small and pure white.

"JOHNNY C.!" The plastic effigy boomed, voice suddenly becoming vicious and snarly. "YOU ARE A DELUDED MORON! YOU CAN'T STOP FEELING, NOW GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL! You make me sick! You try to be so unfeeling! That would make you a sick twisted little creature!" He paused before realizing, he already was. "More so than before. You can hide behind words but you still feel! Feel for Squee, for Devi-" He was abruptly cut off by Nny suddenly yanking him into the air.

(A/N: The style of lifting him should be similar to the way he held D-boy in the air before stabbing him to the wall.)

"SHUT UP!" Nny snarled. "Shut up now you repugnant little statue! Never mention her name again! I do not want to remember that night!"

Meat smirked. "Will you forget her as easily as you forgot the one who gave me to you?"

He was about to make another remark, but Nny suddenly whipped out one of his sickles. With lightning precision, he tore a hole in the middle of Meat's torso. An odd, bloodlike substance oozed out of the hole.

"DAMMIT!" Meat shrieked. "How long is this gonna take? I have to drag my freaking front together now!"

Nny stalked off in a rage.

"Go to hell Meat!" He snarled before turning away.

Everyone but Gaz seemed more than a bit shaken.

"Eep." Tina whimpered quietly.

Wow. I may have done pretty well on that chapter…

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