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{{AN|Old Invader Zim fanfiction I wrote last year. I put it on the Spinpasta wiki but it got taken down, so I'm putting it here. I don't even like it anymore, it's so contrived, just... EEEEUGHH!}}
==Chapter 1: Unmasked==
Zim looked around to see a butcher shop right in front of him, and some Hispanic bloke and his daughter selling some Poop candies. Muddled by the alternate state of what should have been his base, he went up to his taxi driver to explain his concerns.
"This looks nothing like my house, human transportation slave!" screeched the Irken boy.
"Well, you
"Slave,
"If you think that I should, then piss off!"
The enraged taxi driver sped away from Zim. "Come on, GIR, we have to find our way back to our house," he muttered under his breath as he walked to his left. GIR scooched in the opposite direction when a taco in a
"GIR, you slimy dimwit! I can take being left for dead. I can take it two times in a row. But not THREE, you careless prig! I hate everything about every inch of metal on your disgusting body! Go burn in the infernal purgatory of doom, you petty scum! First a cupcake, then tuna, and now a taco? Do you have a food fetish or something?"
GIR threw a massive temper tantrum after hearing
"Oh,
"You are a monster! Go die, you animal abuser! Oh-- wait,
Everyone pointed their fingers at Zim and started to boo. A dreaded sense filled his paranoid mindset. They
==Chapter 2: Spades and Stones==
A tiny hole was dug into the soil. Zim heavily sighed as he sweated thoroughly. By the time
"FINALLY!" Zim shrieked. More Mexicans stared at him. One said, "Now
▲A tiny hole was dug into the soil. Zim heavily sighed as he sweated thoroughly. By the time I’m done digging this, they’ll get to me! My PAK legs are too inferior to make holes! Zim dug faster and faster, for hours, the constant fear of being revealed an alien getting to his head. After hours, the hole was big enough to fit the cadavers.
"There you are,
▲"FINALLY!" Zim shrieked. More Mexicans stared at him. One said, "Now he’s abusing humans too? Oh my god!" Zim killed all of them with his spider legs. "Great," he mumbled. "Now I have to make the hole twice as deep." Zim looked at GIR. "You know what, GIR? Let’s just abandon these corpses at the moment. I don’t think I can take anymore digging." The Irken retched, and retroceded to the border of Mexico. Zim stabbed the border patrol immediately, and dashed off with GIR. When he got back to America, he lamented, " I couldn’t take it, the pressure… the horror… suspense… stress and strain, tied all up into me… of all things…" Zim sobbed to himself.
==Chapter 3: Destruction of Hope==▼
▲"There you are, let’s get him!" lashed out a voice. It looked like the manager of the bank he had dropped by earlier.
Zim
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▲Chapter 3: Destruction of Hope
But before he could finish, he clenched the bars of his cell and begged, "S-Save me, from this dark and godforsaken torture chamber
▲Zim didn’t try to defend himself. Deep down inside, he knew he was hopeless and lacked the determination. Besides, if he was in jail, then the Mexicans could not come up to him and expose him. Zim put his hands up for the police officer, got thrown in the car, taken to prison, and thrown in a cell with GIR.
▲"Whatever…" Zim whispered, crouching down in the corner of his cell. "I-I-I don’t even care… I’m finally safe, and alone, away from the madness that is the humans… AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" GIR gave a critical look at the boy. "You do know that you won’t be able to do the mission, right?" asked GIR. Zim’s pupils became the size of bacteria, and he had a look of terror and fury on his face. "Wh-wh-wh-WHAT? I FAILED THE MISSION? AT THIS POINT IN TIME? I’M AN AWFUL INVADER? I JUST…"
▲But before he could finish, he clenched the bars of his cell and begged, "S-Save me, from this dark and godforsaken torture chamber I’m trapped in, NOW!" Suddenly, Zim saw some sparkles, light, and a primitive figure. It was the Scary Monkey.
"Did I hear someone scream that they were tortured?" asked the monkey. "Who are you?" demanded Zim.
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"Oh really?" said the monkey, who then teleported GIR to Japan and back.
"Well, even if-if
"In return, you have to do whatever GIR tells you to do. Turning tables, you might call it." responded the Scary Monkey.
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The monkey teleported them back to their base.
2 days later, GIR commanded, "Master, get me another taco." "R-Right o-on
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