Walk of Delirium and Derangement: A Bloody Road: Difference between revisions

Note: This is an unofficial sequel to Walk of Doom, an official Invader Zim episode.

Everyone pointed their fingers at Zim and started to boo. A dreaded sense filled his paranoid mindset. They know…know... he thought. They know…know... who I am…am... my true identity, my persona…persona... they know it all. And this very day came this very early…early... Zim gasped, startled. I-Is this a joke? Is it a dream? Did Dib put those sleep cuffs on me? Am I having a nightmare? Is it some late April Fools Prank? Whatever it is, it can't be reality! Fantasy or not, I shall end this phantasm at once! Zim released his spider legs from his PAK and stabbed various people, the gore staining his body with such monstrosity and gruesomeness. He glanced at all the deceased humans, and made a tiny, bare simper. A chilling, hyper roar of laughter immersed from Zim's mouth, then a terrified crying sound, followed with his grin fading into a frown. Then whimpering came about, and the whimpers became muffled when Zim closed his lips, and finally, silence. The silence was shattered when Zim screamed, "The bodies!" He gasped twice. "Suspicion! Exposed…Exposed... mission…mission... failure.. disappointed…disappointed... Foodcourtia…Foodcourtia... BODIES!" he continued on in a frenzy of fright. "Must.. bury bodies…bodies... now!" Zim squealed hysterically.

"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…pressure... the horror…horror... suspense…suspense... stress and strain, tied all up into me…me... of all things…things..." Zim sobbed to himself.

==Chapter 3: Destruction of Hope==

"Whatever…Whatever..." Zim whispered, crouching down in the corner of his cell. "I-I-I don't even care…care... I'm finally safe, and alone, away from the madness that is the humans…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…JUST..."

"Well, even if-if you're lying, I don't think it can get worse than this…this..." whimpered Zim.

2 days later, GIR commanded, "Master, get me another taco." "R-Right o-on it…it... GIR!" said Zim in response, worried. All the while he was walking, he murmured to himself. "Just stop it. Doom isn't funny anymore, it's just sickening and painful. It can corrupt your mind. It will corrupt your mind. You will be consumed in insanity by it. Stop it now." He let out a soft-spoken and demented laugh, and his right eye twitched.