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Invader Sin: Chapter 7Invader S¡n: Chapter 7 - Unwell
Sin sat still, his eyes like daggers, stabbing into Zim as he stared groggily back. Sin had tied him to a pipe in his lab, not caring a bit about his comfort. Sin then sighed loudly, "How would you feel, if you weren't anything to anybody? How would you feel if your existence was void?"
Zim swallowed thickly, "Zim wouldn't k-know, Zim is loved by all Irkens."
"Except me, but it must be nice." Sin told him with a small growl, "Why doesn't he love me for me?!"
Zim jumped at his sudden outburst, and shrugged, "How am I supposed to know? Zim knows nothing about the human heart, other than that it beats and it has three chambers."
"Sin just wishes I was you." The clone sighed, slamming his fist down, "I want him to accept me! I want him to forget about you!"
Zim cringed, "Zim doesn't want to be forgotten, how about you be yourself, and leave me out of it?"
The pale unreasonable eyes of the clone looked into Zim's with such a fierce coldness, that it coul
Invader Sin: Chapter 6Chapter 6: Loathing
Zim had Gaz pack up their games and go home, since something had been telling him that he was going to be in danger, and he didn't want to drag her into it, whatever it was. So he waited, sitting on his magenta coloured couch, hugging GIR closely, "It's just your nerves Zim... Nothing is here to get you..."
Nevertheless, no matter how much he chanted this phase, his anxieties grew, and he ended up not feeling any better, let alone believing it himself.
GIR didn't mind being held by his master, actually it gave him the opportunity to recharge his batteries, and basically nap in his Master's lap, unaware of the situation that was about to commence, and ignoring it with his insane brain.
Zim played with his fingers absentmindedly, and hummed an unnamable tune, one that was almost haunting to anyone sitting alone like he was. He knew something was to come, but he didn't know exactly what, so he waited for it.
Suddenly there was a loud booming knock on the door, fetching
Invader Sin: chapter 5Chapter 5: the Birth of S¡n
Dib noticed something was wrong with his creation after he poured water on him, but tried hard to forget it, and tried hard not to make him freak out. Instead he spent the time trying to get him to talk to him, but he refused too many words. Slowly his creation began to sneak out, and stopped all communications for days on end. The boy began to come home wearing more girlish clothing, and got pink highlights in his wig, and wore pink cat-like contacts. All of these things made Dib mad, and he even yelled at his creation to stop acting out, but it was too late to change what had been done. He was no longer the perfect creation, now he was a moody teenager, a rebellious person filled with hate.
On this day the clone came home ranting about something, as he sat in the kitchen putting his feet up, "I just hate everything!" He growled, throwing the salt shaker at the wall, causing a hole to be put there.
Dib groaned at it, then looked at him, "Zim calm down
Invader Sin: Chapter 4Chapter 4: Accidents Happen
Dib had no idea of the invader who had been visiting his sister multiple times in the past month. He had no idea how trouble Zim was, and he had no idea if he would even care if he did know. All Dib did know is that his clone developed so well, and it was because of Dib, and that was all that mattered to Dib.
One day the teen looked at his clone and smiled, "Zim I want to congratulate you on your progress."
"There is no need, I am pleased just to make you appeased with my performance." Said the jade skinned clone.
Dib sighed smiling, "I still feel like getting you something, I know, I'll take you shopping later, to get chocolate."
"Chocolate? I can't possibly turn that down." Zim the second smiled.
Dib knew he was going to say this, so instantly he went to the fridge in hopes that the candy bar he bought him was still inside. Gladly it was, so he grabbed it and turned to him smiling wider, "Its not much but its still chocolate."
He nodded, "I don't mind my t
Invader Sin: chapter 3Chapter 3: A New Zim
Dib had taken care of his creation, and for the next month he spent his time carefully learning about him. First off he gave him a disguise that was identical to Zim's in every way, but with just magenta on the shirt since it matched the new Zim a lot better. The wig was also fitted on him very well, and he appeared passable enough to walk with Dib outside. Then Dib started phase two, teaching the clone how to fight, and how to survive in combat, knowing Zim would likely kill him if he posed any sort of challenge.
Combat training went very well and it became obvious that Zim two was better than the first when it came to tactical thinking and maneuvering, who knew a clone of such a spaz of an alien would turn out to be a military genius?
Dib soon found he was unable to really teaching anything more in combat, after around a month.
The clone now sat inside of Dib's house reading a book with his blue contacts quickly scanning the words as he read. He didn't notice Dib
Invader Sin: chapter 2Chapter 2: My Tallest
Weeks had passed as the cloned body grew. Dib knew after the first week that it wasn't stable without a pak, like Zim had, so Dib did what he could to get one together. Dib ended up stealing blueprints off of Zim's computer, the exact blueprints for Zim's pak. He did not know what would happen when he was finally able to put on the pak, but he hoped his creation would live.
It started as nothing but a small piece of skin that he stole off of Zim, through a method not worth mentioning, and it grew into a embryo type deal, it looked like a green egg. Dib smiled as it grew more and more, seeing it turn pretty much as expected, a complete clone of Zim.
It grew to be the same size as Zim and the same height, and it appeared to just be him, but without some of his battle scars, that was the only difference Dib could see.
Dib did not allow anyone near his creation, and would often skip Skool just to be alone with it, marveling at his idea, repeatedly.
He thought of these
.:Secret Admirer:. DavexReader Pt. 4 "I still feel bad!"
"Dude you just bro punched my arm. It barely even hurt."
"If Dirk found out I even laid my hand on a girl ,he would break my neck. He always told me to never hit a girl."
"Dave. Chill! I'm fine." You chuckle smiling and looking up at the setting sun over the trees.
"It's really peaceful here."
"Isn't it though?" You close your eyes laying back on the deck. For a few moments complete silence fills the air.
"(f/n) can I be honest with you?"
"Of course you can Dave. What is it?" Dave rolls on his side facing you, sitting his head on his hand, elbow on deck.
"Well.... I know who gave you those flowers today."
"You do! Who?" You turn on your side opening your eyes and facing him.
"Promise not to freak out?"
Complete silence. Your face lite up as you stared blankly at Dave. He blushes lightly.
"... i like you. Like, I like like you."
You rolled over on your back staring at the sky. D
The Sky Touchers (Chapter 7)
“Juno, you awake?” Juno stirred and blinked, not wanting to open her eyes. It felt like it had been days since she had slept. Had it all been a dream? Just one wild dream about her growing wings and flying away with a boy she barely knew?
“I’m up…” she whispered.
“Good, c’mon…the sun is coming up.” Juno opened her eyes fully and saw the familiar form of Emmett standing before her. So it wasn’t a dream after all. Juno wasn’t sure if this made her happy or sad. Either way, it was what it was. She remembered flying for a few hours with Emmett before landing in a cave somewhere in the mountains to rest for the evening, but other than that, everything else was a blur.
“Why are we getting up so early?” Juno asked.
“I figured that it might be best to do our flying before the middle of the day.” Emmett said.
“Why? Because it’d be too hot?” Juno joked.
“No, because everyone el
Ultra Violet: Chapter Four
Before every concert we have a tradition where all four of us stand in a circle and compliment each other. Most the time on tour we joke and insult each other - minutes before our set is the only time where we can tell each other things we like about each other and it not be weird.
Decoded was just finishing up. The fans actually really like them, which I guess was good in some ways. I turned around for the circle as the lead singer and girl guitarist lead the others off the wings of the stage. They walked down the stairs, and went to brush past us.
“Hey baby,” I said to the red-head, “You didn’t tell me your name.”
She turned around, raising an eyebrow. “There’s a reason for it, McCloud. I don’t associate with your kind.”
“My kind? As in awesome hot male? Geez, no wonder why you’re so uptight.”
The girl sneered, turning on her heel and marching away. The boys laughed, and Andi patted my shoulder. I turned back to
Ultra Violet: Chapter One
“So your latest album True Colours came out just last week and already it’s number one in over 37 different countries!” The perky interviewer gushed, batting her eyelashes straight at me, “How does that feel?”
“We can’t describe the feeling. Our fans are so loyal and we can’t thank them enough!” I replied automatically. It feels a little scripted now, because I’ve said it basically a thousand times. But it’s the truth.
My bandmates nodded. We sat in a radio room, big microphones jutting out at us. We were live, with almost all of Australia tuning in to listen to Nova.FM interview the biggest boyband to come out of Australia. Maybe the biggest boyband in the world. Well, that’s what numerous articles say about Ultra Violet.
“And you came back from a big european tour,” the interviewer added, “I bet that was a blast! How long do you have until you jet off to the states?”
See With Blind Eyes Chapter 17_____ Name/last name/nickname.
(s/n) Sister’s name
The front door suddenly swung open, and was forcefully shut. You heard rustling from several bags, as well someone panting and huffing, it was your mother.
”Mom? Are you okay?” You called from upstairs.
”Honey, don’t open the window up there! There’s a blizzard outside!”
”A blizzard?” Jack said confused. He walked towards the window, and looked outside. There was snow running down rapidly, making it very difficult to see.
”Jesus christ.. What happened to you, buddy?” Jack said quietly to himself.
”It started with near blizzard conditions and 25 mile per hour winds, the storm dump more than one to two feet of snow in Pennsylvania, as well as Maryland, and even Delaware. The weather reporter, who’s comfortably indoors, says that it won’t stop snowing till in a few days...and now suggests that you should all stay indoors. Bastard.. ”
Celestial Genocide - Chapter Three
- Chapter warning. This chapter may contain some themes that viewers may be uncomfortable reading. It is kept at a low minimum here compared to later chapters but I am still leaving a warning out there.
- Chapter warning. This chapter may contain some themes that viewers may be uncomfortable reading. It is kept at an extreme minimum here compared to later chapters but I am still leaving a warning out there.
I let out a loud yawn as I finally got tucked into my bed. It was still thickly hot underneath the wool, yet the sheets provided me with a sense of security, so I didn’t bother kicking them off. My hair was laying scattered in all directions on the sheets, some strands pinned under my weight as I tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position to relax in.
After I had assured multiple times that I was okay and wouldn’t die in my sleep, Izanagi had finally been persuaded to departed my room, the
Ultra Violet: Chapter Three
The weekend went too fast. Suddenly me and my bandmates were sitting in the Qantas Club, waiting for our private jet to fly in to take us to New York. Ethan and Andi were on the laptops and eating up the free wifi by playing multiple YouTube movies as well as updating their Twitter accounts. Ashley was texting his girlfriend Madison, and I made to the refreshments table, piling the food up on my plate so when I join Ethan and Andi, I won’t have to keep replenishing my stash.
“What’s going on?” I asked, sitting down next to Andi and nearly spilling the apple juice. I placed the plate on the bench, taking one of the brownies from the top. Andi snatched one.
“I started a game of Five Nights at Freddy’s.” Andi reported, before I took my plate and moved next to Ethan. I don’t like to admit it but I’m weak when it comes to horror films or games. When I was 7 I saw the music video for Michael Jackson’s Thriller and spent a whole mont
Ultra Violet: Chapter Two
The boys and I spent the next day driving around the suburbs of Melbourne, hanging around our old friends from school. We were careful not to get too close to the CBD of Melbourne, but our security was always on speed dial.
We were in Ethan’s car - his old car which always had the ‘check engine’ light on which he covered with one of those stickers from an apple. We wanted to blend in a bit. The car had chip and lollies wrapped strewn over the floor, and he even had one of those old cassette players. We cranked AC/DC at top volume. Our other friends were in another car, throwing red gummy bears at us. It was an old tradition - each of us had a different coloured gummy bear. Whenever we saw each other on the road, we had to throw a gummy bear so the other knew who was around.
We had to give Ethan the green gummy bears so he wouldn’t eat any - he hates green gummy bears. We would throw some gummy bears back but the gummy bears have been in the car so long that they
Invader Zim ZADR: Chains And Bite Marks (Ch. 4)I opened my eyes, awakened by nature. . . I sat up to find myself in my room, in my bed. Was it all a dream?
I sat up in my bed, then I stood from my bed, and grabbed my glasses from the end table, then looked down at myself, to find my shirt on, like always. . . To find it was the one Zim had taken supposedly.
Was it a dream? I pressed this question, over and over, trying to get my thoughts in order.
I quickly became certain that it was, that the horror of that forgetful day, was all false. I frowned, remembering this ‘dream’.
“It felt so real. . .” I sighed as I walked over to my dresser, fiddling with the clothes in the drawers.
Just then I heard Gaz bang on my door yelling, “You better be getting ready, or I’m fucking leaving you!”
“Almost ready!” I yelled back, I hated that she was my ride.
I quickly got ready, grabbed my bag, and ran outside into the cold of the new fall morning. I sat in Gaz’s car, and nodded at her, to
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