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I DO NOT OWN JTHM OR INVADER ZIM.

Chapter 22

Doughboys and a Nightmare

Gir had actually managed to stay focused long enough to report to Zim. Somewhere, a universe exploded at the same time.

Of course, about two seconds after delivering the report, Gir immediately began to squeal about waffles. Zim ignored his wild screams and pulled a gun out of his PAK.

"Can Styrofoam be liquidized?" He asked no one in particular.

Johnny lazily drew out his favorite dagger, the butterfly knife.

"If not, I can always separate their limbs from their bodies." He drawled.

Skoodge looked rather scared out of his wits. "Are we all gonna die?" He asked nervously. Then he noticed something. "I haven't heard the big-headed guy scream at all! Where is he anyway?"

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Dib was a safe distance away. He had had an idea. (Gasp of horror!) A very nasty little idea. Zim was going to be on the receiving end of it. Slowly Dib opened a familiar looking book. A spell drive. One with points on it. No, Dib had not learned that spell drives equal bad things for the caster.

He scanned through the drive until he found the one he wanted.

A taut smile spread across his face as he read.

Nightmare

Summons a terrifying demon to punish your foes.

10 percent chance of demon not taking your side and doing as he pleases. Use at your own risk. If a horrible fiend from some other plane of existence begins trying to eat you, DON'T COME CRYIN' TO US!

Dib hit the CAST SPELL button.

There was a 'zzt' and then nothing.

Dib kicked the spell drive.

"IS THIS THING TOTALLY WORTHLESS?" He shrieked.

Stomping away bitterly, he did not notice a shadowy figure, slithering out from the drive. A wide grin slowly spread over his face, wide violet eyes glittering ominously.

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The clash between Johnny C. and his self-aware headvoices began with a bang. Literally. Mr. Eff had run in screaming and shooting. Psychodoughboy, being sane, (saner) was a little more cautious.

"Oh Johhhnny!" He called out mockingly, gun raised. He glanced at the liquid remains of Mr. Eff.

"Good riddance!" D-boy cackled madly. He move surprisingly fast for a piece of Styrofoam and evaded Nny's dagger.

His spiral eyes seemed to spin in their head as he locked eyes with Nny. It became apparent that they were spinning.

"What's the matter Nny? Scared to come home? Scared of me? Scared of dying? Fool." His painted grin grew wide. "Are you still hiding? Still running? I am strong enough to kill you now. AND I SHALL!" He raised the gun but was stopped by a sudden pain.

He turned his eyes widened. Behind him, needle teeth dug into his back, was Reverend Meat.

"Sorry, but I'm a part of Nny." He spat around his mouthful. "Whether he likes it or not."

Psychodoughboy furiously whipped his gun around. And lost his head to Nny's knife.

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"My, my." Snickered the thing Dib had summoned. "I see/I feel/ those fools/ the air/ they battle/ it trembles/ themselves/ like a leaf."

It grinned and silently approached, wraithlike. It watched and saw Nny decapitating D-boy. It continued creeping up on them, hoping to scare the living daylights out of them.

The two purple orbs in his head slowly scanned the group, lingering on Nny.

It advanced another pace and smirked "Well, well/they won/ that one/for now/seems/but for/familiar./how long?" It whispered in a smooth, silky voice.

(A/N: If anyone can guess how he talks, they get a cookie!)

It listened to the group bickering for moment, and had to bite its tongue to keep from laughing as Gir interrupted.

"NO! MY PIGGY! WHERE IS IT!" Gir howled.

"It's in your head Gir."

"Oh yeaaaah…"

The thing stalked about, planning its next move…

I feel a need to ask… Anyone know who 'The Thing' is? Cookie!

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