Sooo…I'm back with the final chapter. I would have been able to post it
sooner if lightning hadn't struck EXTREMELY close to my house. A few
circuit-thingies exploded when some of the current of the lightning somehow
came into my house…and my computer modem was rendered useless because of
the whole ordeal. Exciting, no? At any rate, I apologize for the delay,
to those of you who read this thing regularly.
As always: MY THANKS TO DA REVIEWERS!!! You may all wallow in Skittle heaven! FUN!!! Well, now…read on.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!! NOTHING!!! Nothing, Mister Clod Unit! Well…Mikoto, Justin (I don't believe he's in this chapter), Cheddar, and the manta rays are mine…yeah.
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CHAPTER EIGHT: Conclusion
Had Gaz not been so engrossed in her game, she might have noticed the street of oddities upon which she walked. But, naturally, the termination of vampire pigs was worth every second of her attention, and so she succumbed to the gaming need. She wasn't all that far from her house, anyway.
A rodeo clown clad in pink spandex slithered out of a storm drain and up the sidewalk past Gaz, who paid him little to no mind. She gradually became aware, however, that she had missed a turn and had absent-mindedly wandered into a road of hideous creatures that appeared to have once been humans at one point in their lives.
It was intriguing. A three-headed hot dog vendor made a sale to a horrendously blue-skinned, chubby old woman, who resembled, unfortunately, a legless rat. Gaz stared about the street. All was so twisted and wrong here that it was humorous… And a monkey-like child yelled, "BENJAMIN! NOOOOOO! DON'T BLOW UP! BE STRONG, BENJAMIN!! AAAAAAAAAAAaaaahh!!" An explosion was seen in the distance, followed by showers of corn. (A/N: That was for you, Fig.)
Gaz backed away slowly and attempted to turn onto a different road, but was momentarily blocked by a mild downpour of manta rays, which landed at her feet. She stared venomously at the mantas that had dared blockade her route…and they stared back with hardly any interest. All was silent for a moment, then…they exploded with rather violent force, as was to be expected. Gaz, extremely angered that her Game Slave had received singe marks, stalked away into the night toward her house, in somewhat of a rage, killing all who had the misfortune to meet her on the sidewalk.
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Johnny, likewise, walked off into the night toward his house, killing all who bumped into him.
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Zim's headache was getting increasingly severe as he tried to get GIR's chubby new friend to leave.
"But Master, we were playin' 'Mortal Horseflies Part 4!'" pleaded GIR.
One of Zim's antennae twitched backward in a display of annoyance. "You were playing MY game? MINE?" He dove for the console, shutting it off as he grabbed for the disc inside, inspecting it for scratches and whatnot.
GIR's cyan eyes filled with tears. "Aww…."
Mikoto felt bad for his android friend, for he himself didn't really care so much about the game. He just liked staring at the fascinatingly good 3- D animation. This was the main reason why GIR, as "advanced" as he was, was able to claim victory over Mikoto every time.
Mikoto knew he had to cheer GIR up. He waddled into the kitchen, where he found a wide variety of grapefruits in the refrigerator. (A/N: No, I don't know why Zim was keeping several citrus fruits…an experiment, maybe?) He discovered a chainsaw lying mysteriously in the backyard. He went out to grab it, came back inside, carefully arranged the grapefruits on the living room floor, and began to saw them into halves.
It did succeed in grabbing GIR's attention. "Oooh…grapefruit magic!"
Zim began twitching with disbelief next to the TV. "There's a scratch! A scratch on the disc! GIR, do you have any idea how it got there…?" He waited impatiently for his robot slave to answer him.
"Nooo…." GIR slowly turned away from the chainsaw/grapefruit display. "I NEVER KNEW JERKY CAME IN THREE BRITISH FLAVORS, MR. WALLEYE!" he shrieked, leeching onto Zim's head, where he proceeded to tug vigorously on his master's antennae.
Zim, after about five minutes, finally succeeded in pulling GIR off and flinging him onto the floor, where he smiled at the TV screen, completely oblivious to what had just occurred.
Mikoto, bored with the situation, tossed the chainsaw out of a window and sat down again, causing the base to shake considerably.
Zim stared in horror as he realized that he had dropped the disc as he had pulled GIR off his head…and Mikoto was currently sitting on it. It could be in several pieces by now, for all he knew. "Out of my base! Dare you invoke the wrath of ZIM!?? I am ZIM!!" To accent his point, he shook his fist skyward.
"I like cheese," agreed Mikoto.
"I – what? Cheese? ARE YOU MOCKING THE ALMIGHTY ZIM!!!???"
"I like cheese too," added GIR rapturously. He picked up the remote and began flipping through channels, now that the console was no longer on. He paused as he saw two extremely heavy-looking men wrestling each other in a large white circle.
Mikoto suddenly stared, realizing that he did in fact have an occupation…and the match that was being broadcast on the television at that moment was also one that he was supposed to compete in.
"HARK! THEY HAVE DISCOVERED MY TUNA SALAD!!!" yelled Mikoto suddenly, getting up and running thunderously out of Zim's base.
Zim vaguely remembered looking up sumo wrestling in his computer database a few days earlier. He thus understood why GIR's chubby friend had abruptly left, and he was extremely grateful. He wasn't as pleased to see that "Mortal Horseflies Part 4" was on the floor in several pieces.
"My game…" he muttered dejectedly.
GIR picked up all seven pieces and proceeded to eat them. (A/N: NO! NOT A GOOD A VIDEO GAME! ALMIGHTY SIZZLING SALMON DEMONS, NO!!!)
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The clown on the sidewalk opposite Zim's base was oddly able to quit vomiting. The flies he had eaten so many days ago finally had come up. (A/N: That can't exactly be a healthy digestion cycle, can it?) He composed himself and was on his way to "Tutu Asylum: The Instruction Hut for All Aspiring Ballerinas!" Yes…this particular clown had always yearned for a part in local ballet productions.
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/So…you've got me…/ wheezed the silvery mist hanging in the air, directing its words into Dib's large head telepathically, for it was too weak to send its message into the actual atmosphere.
"You surrender then?" asked Dib, surprised that such an evil fish…thing would give up as easily as Cheddar had.
/Yes…/
"Good. So…uh…are you gonna go now or something?"
/I think./
Cheddar dematerialized completely and was no more.
Dib blinked at the space where his mental tormentor had seemingly evaporated. He allowed silence to echo through the area as a soft breeze picked up, rustling bits of trash, corpses, and other like things in the alleyway in which he stood after pursuing Cheddar.
~
Cheddar's ancient, shriveled owner was currently weeping over the grave she had constructed for her fish. Apparently, her tragic loss was still too much for her. Sure, she had cried when all of her children were killed in a wicked shark attack on the beaches of Florida in 1972, but those were just kids…nuisances, at best…but she had lost her fish, the one thing she cared about in life the most…
The old woman fell to her knees by the tiny headstone and shrieked skyward, "WHY? WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE? WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS TANGY DID HE DO WRONG? HE WAS JUST A FISH!!! I HATE MY LIFE!! BLESSED BE THE MAPLE SYRUP I HOARD IN MY UNDERGARMENTS….!!!"
People began staring as the old creature wept hysterically, terribly shaken by Cheddar's death, even after many days…
~
Dib was actually feeling pretty good about life at the moment. He had actually suffered from something evil and paranormal…and he had beaten it. He had rid the world of the wickedness of a ghost. So what if it had only been a goldfish?
He turned and began walking home. As Dib looked back over his shoulder at the alleyway in which the earthly form of Cheddar's soul had been destroyed, he muttered for effect, "Earth is safe once more…but for how long?"
~
Well…that's it. Until next time….I go now.
As always: MY THANKS TO DA REVIEWERS!!! You may all wallow in Skittle heaven! FUN!!! Well, now…read on.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!! NOTHING!!! Nothing, Mister Clod Unit! Well…Mikoto, Justin (I don't believe he's in this chapter), Cheddar, and the manta rays are mine…yeah.
~
CHAPTER EIGHT: Conclusion
Had Gaz not been so engrossed in her game, she might have noticed the street of oddities upon which she walked. But, naturally, the termination of vampire pigs was worth every second of her attention, and so she succumbed to the gaming need. She wasn't all that far from her house, anyway.
A rodeo clown clad in pink spandex slithered out of a storm drain and up the sidewalk past Gaz, who paid him little to no mind. She gradually became aware, however, that she had missed a turn and had absent-mindedly wandered into a road of hideous creatures that appeared to have once been humans at one point in their lives.
It was intriguing. A three-headed hot dog vendor made a sale to a horrendously blue-skinned, chubby old woman, who resembled, unfortunately, a legless rat. Gaz stared about the street. All was so twisted and wrong here that it was humorous… And a monkey-like child yelled, "BENJAMIN! NOOOOOO! DON'T BLOW UP! BE STRONG, BENJAMIN!! AAAAAAAAAAAaaaahh!!" An explosion was seen in the distance, followed by showers of corn. (A/N: That was for you, Fig.)
Gaz backed away slowly and attempted to turn onto a different road, but was momentarily blocked by a mild downpour of manta rays, which landed at her feet. She stared venomously at the mantas that had dared blockade her route…and they stared back with hardly any interest. All was silent for a moment, then…they exploded with rather violent force, as was to be expected. Gaz, extremely angered that her Game Slave had received singe marks, stalked away into the night toward her house, in somewhat of a rage, killing all who had the misfortune to meet her on the sidewalk.
~
Johnny, likewise, walked off into the night toward his house, killing all who bumped into him.
~
Zim's headache was getting increasingly severe as he tried to get GIR's chubby new friend to leave.
"But Master, we were playin' 'Mortal Horseflies Part 4!'" pleaded GIR.
One of Zim's antennae twitched backward in a display of annoyance. "You were playing MY game? MINE?" He dove for the console, shutting it off as he grabbed for the disc inside, inspecting it for scratches and whatnot.
GIR's cyan eyes filled with tears. "Aww…."
Mikoto felt bad for his android friend, for he himself didn't really care so much about the game. He just liked staring at the fascinatingly good 3- D animation. This was the main reason why GIR, as "advanced" as he was, was able to claim victory over Mikoto every time.
Mikoto knew he had to cheer GIR up. He waddled into the kitchen, where he found a wide variety of grapefruits in the refrigerator. (A/N: No, I don't know why Zim was keeping several citrus fruits…an experiment, maybe?) He discovered a chainsaw lying mysteriously in the backyard. He went out to grab it, came back inside, carefully arranged the grapefruits on the living room floor, and began to saw them into halves.
It did succeed in grabbing GIR's attention. "Oooh…grapefruit magic!"
Zim began twitching with disbelief next to the TV. "There's a scratch! A scratch on the disc! GIR, do you have any idea how it got there…?" He waited impatiently for his robot slave to answer him.
"Nooo…." GIR slowly turned away from the chainsaw/grapefruit display. "I NEVER KNEW JERKY CAME IN THREE BRITISH FLAVORS, MR. WALLEYE!" he shrieked, leeching onto Zim's head, where he proceeded to tug vigorously on his master's antennae.
Zim, after about five minutes, finally succeeded in pulling GIR off and flinging him onto the floor, where he smiled at the TV screen, completely oblivious to what had just occurred.
Mikoto, bored with the situation, tossed the chainsaw out of a window and sat down again, causing the base to shake considerably.
Zim stared in horror as he realized that he had dropped the disc as he had pulled GIR off his head…and Mikoto was currently sitting on it. It could be in several pieces by now, for all he knew. "Out of my base! Dare you invoke the wrath of ZIM!?? I am ZIM!!" To accent his point, he shook his fist skyward.
"I like cheese," agreed Mikoto.
"I – what? Cheese? ARE YOU MOCKING THE ALMIGHTY ZIM!!!???"
"I like cheese too," added GIR rapturously. He picked up the remote and began flipping through channels, now that the console was no longer on. He paused as he saw two extremely heavy-looking men wrestling each other in a large white circle.
Mikoto suddenly stared, realizing that he did in fact have an occupation…and the match that was being broadcast on the television at that moment was also one that he was supposed to compete in.
"HARK! THEY HAVE DISCOVERED MY TUNA SALAD!!!" yelled Mikoto suddenly, getting up and running thunderously out of Zim's base.
Zim vaguely remembered looking up sumo wrestling in his computer database a few days earlier. He thus understood why GIR's chubby friend had abruptly left, and he was extremely grateful. He wasn't as pleased to see that "Mortal Horseflies Part 4" was on the floor in several pieces.
"My game…" he muttered dejectedly.
GIR picked up all seven pieces and proceeded to eat them. (A/N: NO! NOT A GOOD A VIDEO GAME! ALMIGHTY SIZZLING SALMON DEMONS, NO!!!)
~
The clown on the sidewalk opposite Zim's base was oddly able to quit vomiting. The flies he had eaten so many days ago finally had come up. (A/N: That can't exactly be a healthy digestion cycle, can it?) He composed himself and was on his way to "Tutu Asylum: The Instruction Hut for All Aspiring Ballerinas!" Yes…this particular clown had always yearned for a part in local ballet productions.
~
/So…you've got me…/ wheezed the silvery mist hanging in the air, directing its words into Dib's large head telepathically, for it was too weak to send its message into the actual atmosphere.
"You surrender then?" asked Dib, surprised that such an evil fish…thing would give up as easily as Cheddar had.
/Yes…/
"Good. So…uh…are you gonna go now or something?"
/I think./
Cheddar dematerialized completely and was no more.
Dib blinked at the space where his mental tormentor had seemingly evaporated. He allowed silence to echo through the area as a soft breeze picked up, rustling bits of trash, corpses, and other like things in the alleyway in which he stood after pursuing Cheddar.
~
Cheddar's ancient, shriveled owner was currently weeping over the grave she had constructed for her fish. Apparently, her tragic loss was still too much for her. Sure, she had cried when all of her children were killed in a wicked shark attack on the beaches of Florida in 1972, but those were just kids…nuisances, at best…but she had lost her fish, the one thing she cared about in life the most…
The old woman fell to her knees by the tiny headstone and shrieked skyward, "WHY? WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE? WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS TANGY DID HE DO WRONG? HE WAS JUST A FISH!!! I HATE MY LIFE!! BLESSED BE THE MAPLE SYRUP I HOARD IN MY UNDERGARMENTS….!!!"
People began staring as the old creature wept hysterically, terribly shaken by Cheddar's death, even after many days…
~
Dib was actually feeling pretty good about life at the moment. He had actually suffered from something evil and paranormal…and he had beaten it. He had rid the world of the wickedness of a ghost. So what if it had only been a goldfish?
He turned and began walking home. As Dib looked back over his shoulder at the alleyway in which the earthly form of Cheddar's soul had been destroyed, he muttered for effect, "Earth is safe once more…but for how long?"
~
Well…that's it. Until next time….I go now.