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

{{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!}}

 

 

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.

 

Everyone pointed their fingers at Zim and started to boo. A dreaded sense filled his paranoid mindset. They know… he thought. They know… who I am… my true identity, my persona… they know it all. And this very day came this very 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… mission… failure.. disappointed… Foodcourtia… BODIES!" he continued on in a frenzy of fright. "Must.. bury bodies… now!" Zim squealed hysterically.

 

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, let's get him!" lashed out a voice. It looked like the manager of the bank he had dropped by earlier.

 

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.

 

 

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