Kutless
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Username | Kutless | Gender | Female |
Date Joined | Location | Virginia | |
Last Updated | Occupation | Shipyard Inside Machinist | |
Last visit | # Pictures | 115 | |
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PROFILE:
Name: Catherine Marie
Age: 24
Location: Virginia
Status: Married and Proud Parent of two
Birthday: March 10th
Music: Emo/Alternative/Indie/Folk
Occupation: Nuclear Machinist
Religion: Jesus
AIM: qballalien
Skype: qballalien
msn: grassisgreen@live.com
Gaia: glomps
Name: Catherine Marie
Age: 24
Location: Virginia
Status: Married and Proud Parent of two
Birthday: March 10th
Music: Emo/Alternative/Indie/Folk
Occupation: Nuclear Machinist
Religion: Jesus
AIM: qballalien
Skype: qballalien
msn: grassisgreen@live.com
Gaia: glomps
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Falconlobo on December 7, 2011, 3:49:24 AM
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thanks and congrats on being married with a son^^
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CartoonQueen262 on October 27, 2007, 12:37:03 AM
CartoonQueen262 on October 26, 2007, 8:49:38 AM
Oh thank you!God Bless you, Kutless! I'm so glad your willing to give me a second chance. Don't worry,from now on I'm gonna do things the right way, and never use anyone elses work. I have truly learned a valuable lesson. I'm trying to get a new account so that I may start fresh and off to a good start and set things right. Thank you so much again! Not only are you a great artist but a great person!
CartoonQueen262 on October 25, 2007, 12:43:19 PM
Kutless,I would like to apologize. I know you probably hate and like all the other people I've seen so far wish to murder me for what horrible deed I have done, but please let me have a say in this. I now know that what I did was wrong, making you believe that I wrote all those wonderful stories and took someone elses characters and reanimated them into my own style and claimed that they were was wrong and that I was foolish to do such a thing. I
understand if you hate me and don't believe in me because I shattered your trust. You did the right thing to stop the requests I was just about to tell you to but you being the good person you are knew right away what to do. I would just like to say,I'm sorry. I never knew that reanimating someone elses work was counted as stealing. I've been told it was acceptable but apparently that was a mistake. I hope you may give me a second chance to make up for what I've done but if you don't I understand. Now, as for that contest you entered, you did win fair and square, and you won two requests. Before you begin to ignore me for the rest of my pitiful life, you must tell me the other request you wanted. You only gave me one. That was drawing Cat and Roby. Please, tell me what else you want, and then you can hate me for the rest of my life. You earned two requests fair and square
for being the true artist you are. I've learned a valuable lesson from all this,
and that is to stick to my imagination. Reanimating another's work is stealing. I understand if you won't forgive me and if you don't trust me, and if you do hate me with all your heart, but, I'm just letting you know, that won't stop me from believing in you and loving your work. This mistake shall probably plague me for the rest of my life. Especially sense I shattered your trust, that's what haunted me the most. I just, lately never had the guts to tell
you how sorry am. I truly do regret what I did. I already apologized to the original artist and the others I have wronged. Once more, I apologize for what horrible mistake I have done. I never meant to hurt anyone.
understand if you hate me and don't believe in me because I shattered your trust. You did the right thing to stop the requests I was just about to tell you to but you being the good person you are knew right away what to do. I would just like to say,I'm sorry. I never knew that reanimating someone elses work was counted as stealing. I've been told it was acceptable but apparently that was a mistake. I hope you may give me a second chance to make up for what I've done but if you don't I understand. Now, as for that contest you entered, you did win fair and square, and you won two requests. Before you begin to ignore me for the rest of my pitiful life, you must tell me the other request you wanted. You only gave me one. That was drawing Cat and Roby. Please, tell me what else you want, and then you can hate me for the rest of my life. You earned two requests fair and square
for being the true artist you are. I've learned a valuable lesson from all this,
and that is to stick to my imagination. Reanimating another's work is stealing. I understand if you won't forgive me and if you don't trust me, and if you do hate me with all your heart, but, I'm just letting you know, that won't stop me from believing in you and loving your work. This mistake shall probably plague me for the rest of my life. Especially sense I shattered your trust, that's what haunted me the most. I just, lately never had the guts to tell
you how sorry am. I truly do regret what I did. I already apologized to the original artist and the others I have wronged. Once more, I apologize for what horrible mistake I have done. I never meant to hurt anyone.
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ok ^^ well could you makee just me and Gir? no need for a backround just a little pic of me like hugging Gir would be cool ^^ I have Dark Brown ahir dark eyes and mixed skin, my hair is just a little past my shoulders and is a little wavy would you want me to make you anything? I need something to do with my spare time ^^
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lol did you see the new profile thing? here it is!^^
ATTENTION
To all the "Marik the Emo" Fans, The Title has been changed! "Marik the Emo" is now "American Emo"! My older brother came up with it when I asked him what he though of "Marik the Emo" and he was like "American Emo"? and I was like "YES! Thats so much better!" So just change it if you people get the chance on your pictures you made for me kay? okay sorry.
ATTENTION
To all the "Marik the Emo" Fans, The Title has been changed! "Marik the Emo" is now "American Emo"! My older brother came up with it when I asked him what he though of "Marik the Emo" and he was like "American Emo"? and I was like "YES! Thats so much better!" So just change it if you people get the chance on your pictures you made for me kay? okay sorry.
Kutless on May 10, 2007, 6:43:33 AM
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of course, well i guess MtE/CnR will now be AE/CnR although that doesnt make much since. i thought marik lived in canada how is that american? isnt he russian also...they all pretty much have russian names. madcalf yeah. sounds russian to me. this isnt a very american comic. *i hope you know im teasing you*
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CartoonQueen262 on April 17, 2007, 12:35:40 PM
More Beth and Razputin stuff.I got ya more since your such an awesome friend.
Which I normally wouldn't do because their such spoilers to the comic,but
your worth it :D
Don't get worked up now, you know getting worked up will show your emotions.
Wait -- how can I NOT get worked up!? Hello! The little robo- alien scumbag is laying UNCONSCIOUS in my arms.
This is it! I can so easily take him to my house and pry open his little green chest and see what really makes him tick! Or-or-or! I can send him into daddy's lab and who knows how much money I'll get!? I could buy the world AND the moon! Not only that, they'll probably award me a national, world wide hero!
Oh, yes, that badge will look stunning
But, then again, why am I not FEELING triumphant? Usually if I caught Raz this easily, it would be a miracle! Although Raz has hairball schemes and he doesn't seem to be deemed worthy of the title "more intelligent lifeforce," he's hard to catch as hell. He's like a mouse - so tiny, so small, so insignificant with a brain the size of a dust bunny, yet he's a rodent, a pest and ever so hard to catch and get rid of
What Raz lacks in intelligence, he makes up with his strange skills. Whatever those are, I don't know at the moment. But he has them; damn straight, he has them.
But why, why in the name of my dead father, am I not feeling victorious? Why am I not whooping and hollering for joy and doing some sort of bogus dance of triumph?
I don't feel compelled to do anything but wonder why I'm not compelled. Gaah, you're making no sense, Beth! You can't wallow in this confusion. But, yet, I don't know what to do.
Huh.
He looks kind of cute when he's passed out. He looks so blank faced, but yet peaceful and at ease. I wonder... do robot aliens have dreams? If so, what sort of dreams do they have? And Raz, if you have dreams, what do you dream about? World conquest? The perfect invasion? Total annihilation of your enemies?
Me?
Do you ever dream of me, Raz? My cheeks feel really hot - am I blushing? Oh, I hope to God I'm not. Raz might - oh, wait, he's unconscious. No DUH. But that little robot thing of his sure likes giggling and pointing. Does he know of my secret crush? Maybe it's not so secret anymore if Raz knows about it.
I don't know what compels me to touch his antennae; they're so interesting. I like seeing them. It's a rare occasion, what with him wearing that overally shinny, plastic hat where ever he goes outside. But sometimes he'll slip up and it'll fall off. I wish the students would see his antennae when it did - they'd probably think his antennae are thin pigtails or something.
God, they really are stupid.
But, right now, I don't want anyone else to look at Raz, but me. I need to get a hold of myself. We're still enemies and even if I don't feel like turning him into a pin cushion, I can't let emotions take over me.
You're a cold hearted monster, Raz! You can't let stupid emotions overrule your good judgment! He's an robo- alien-human thing; you're a robot! Think of what the children would be like.!
If, well, it's possible Raz could procre--what the hell am I thinking!?
I internally slap myself. Okay. I'm not going to take Raz home to mutilate him, I DON'T KNOW WHY. I'm not going to deliver him to the local science labs, I DON'T KNOW WHY. And I'm not going to harm him, I know why.
Because, I can't deny it anymore. I love him too damn much.
God, Raz, I HATE you.
"Could you open the door, please?"
"Sure! I like playing the SLAVE!!"
Beth rolled his eyes, carrying Raz in his arms. Beth wrapped him up in her coat; it was beginning to sprinkle outside, despite how wild the storm was getting. And if Raz didn't have his repellent on, he might get seriously burned.
Beth still didn't know why she cared.
"I'm a slaaaave fer yoooou!" 0.1 dance and sang, swinging his hips to and fro as he held the door open. Beth just chuckled, amazed to see the gnomes hadn't tried to turn her into the sort of toast her father makes. Beth walked into the house and at first had a nice eyeful, making mental notes to remember all she saw.
"Go get me a bag of ice. Can you do that?" Beth asked, laying Raz out on the couch. 0.1 saluted dumbly and stuck his tongue out. He then skipped off to the kitchen to fetch the bag of ice.
Beth removed her slightly wet coat from Raz's body, but before she could fully slip it off, Raz unconsciously, in his sleep, reached out and clutched it tightly. Beth blinked in shock before gently prying Raz's hand off the coat. As soon as Beth managed to pull off his hand, Raz, still slumbering, once more reached over and grabbed the coat. This time in a death lock, because no matter how hard Beth tried, she couldn't get Raz's gloved, clawed fingers from the tight clamp on her coat.
"Let go, Raz!" Beth ordered in a whisper, tugging at her coat. Raz held on, eyes still shut and antennae still laid out to rest. Beth bit her bottom lip, furrowed her brows and continued to tug and pull. Raz kept holding tight, and showed no signs of backing out. Finally, Beth let her temper free and angrily began pulling her coat so hard, it could possibly rip in half. Raz managed to keep his grip strong and not fall off the couch, and yet still sleep as he did so.
Finally, Raz let out a incoherent, "RAZ POSESSION!" And, with a mighty jerk, pulled the coat right out of Beth's hands. Beth squeaked and fell over, hitting her head on the couch. Raz let out a purr deep in his throat and turned on his side, showing his pod and back to Beth. Beth sat up, fire of annoyance blazing in her eyes.
Raz cuddled up to Beth's coat, snuggling it against his face and laying in the fetal position. He let out happy little chirps in his sleep and now his facial expression was peaceful and happy, rather then blank. His antennae curled back as if, indeed, he was dreaming of something wonderful.
Beth was infatuated with awe at what she was seeing. He cuddled up to that coat as if that coat was her.
"I got the ice pack!" 0.1 declared, rushing back into the living room, holding a giant tray of ice over his head. Beth blinked her way out of her daze and stood, using the side of the couch for support. She looked over at 0.1 who removed another tray of ice from his head.
"Just incase!" 0.1 giggled.
"We don't need trays of ice, ummm, what's your name?" Beth corrected, curiously stroking her chin.
"San-San the Panda," 0.1 answered with a little giggle and big, doofy smile. Beth blinked stupidly at the robot. She decided not to argue; to argue with this robot would most likely get a missile in her head.
"You got plastic baggies, San-San?" Beth asked, taking a tray of ice from 0.1's little hands. 0.1 titled his head curiously to the side.
"Who's San-San?" 0.1 asked, blinking his wide azure eyes.
"Umm. You," Beth replied, looking around him nervously. She took one step back. 0.1 shook his head numbly, loose gadgets and random junk jingling around in his head.
"My name's Shirley! SPANK ME!!" 0.1 got on his hands and knees and rose his little metallic bottom to Beth.
"Um. No. I don't think I'll do that. Listen, you got any plastic baggies?" Beth asked with an annoyed sigh. She didn't want to argue, she wasn't going to argue. She simply stood there and rubbed down her temples, hopefully this robot would start cooperating.
"Say the magic word," 0.1 giggled with a big, insane grin, clapping his hands together.
Beth blinked, replying softly, "Please?"
0.1's antenna drooped and his eyes filled with sadness.Beth took a step back; she was prepared to hear a wild temper tantrum. She didn't know what she said that offended the robot, though.
"Awwwww, someone don't believe in magic. You don't know the magic woooord," 0.1sniffed, wiping a tear of sadness from his big, blue eyes. Beth stared long and hard before narrowing her eyes.
Beth grumbled, "Tuna."
0.1 squealed with pure joy, "YAAAAAY!! You believe, you believe!!" 0.1then squatted low and squinted his eyes in deep concentration. Beth looked around him, wondering if she should take cover for some reason. Then, out of nowhere, 0.1 let out a tiny squeak and out popped a box of plastic baggies from his head. Beth looked at the plastic baggies at her feet, then up at 0.1. 0.1 smiled with another tiny squeak.
"I'm not touching this."
"Germ free's the way to be!"
Which I normally wouldn't do because their such spoilers to the comic,but
your worth it :D
Don't get worked up now, you know getting worked up will show your emotions.
Wait -- how can I NOT get worked up!? Hello! The little robo- alien scumbag is laying UNCONSCIOUS in my arms.
This is it! I can so easily take him to my house and pry open his little green chest and see what really makes him tick! Or-or-or! I can send him into daddy's lab and who knows how much money I'll get!? I could buy the world AND the moon! Not only that, they'll probably award me a national, world wide hero!
Oh, yes, that badge will look stunning
But, then again, why am I not FEELING triumphant? Usually if I caught Raz this easily, it would be a miracle! Although Raz has hairball schemes and he doesn't seem to be deemed worthy of the title "more intelligent lifeforce," he's hard to catch as hell. He's like a mouse - so tiny, so small, so insignificant with a brain the size of a dust bunny, yet he's a rodent, a pest and ever so hard to catch and get rid of
What Raz lacks in intelligence, he makes up with his strange skills. Whatever those are, I don't know at the moment. But he has them; damn straight, he has them.
But why, why in the name of my dead father, am I not feeling victorious? Why am I not whooping and hollering for joy and doing some sort of bogus dance of triumph?
I don't feel compelled to do anything but wonder why I'm not compelled. Gaah, you're making no sense, Beth! You can't wallow in this confusion. But, yet, I don't know what to do.
Huh.
He looks kind of cute when he's passed out. He looks so blank faced, but yet peaceful and at ease. I wonder... do robot aliens have dreams? If so, what sort of dreams do they have? And Raz, if you have dreams, what do you dream about? World conquest? The perfect invasion? Total annihilation of your enemies?
Me?
Do you ever dream of me, Raz? My cheeks feel really hot - am I blushing? Oh, I hope to God I'm not. Raz might - oh, wait, he's unconscious. No DUH. But that little robot thing of his sure likes giggling and pointing. Does he know of my secret crush? Maybe it's not so secret anymore if Raz knows about it.
I don't know what compels me to touch his antennae; they're so interesting. I like seeing them. It's a rare occasion, what with him wearing that overally shinny, plastic hat where ever he goes outside. But sometimes he'll slip up and it'll fall off. I wish the students would see his antennae when it did - they'd probably think his antennae are thin pigtails or something.
God, they really are stupid.
But, right now, I don't want anyone else to look at Raz, but me. I need to get a hold of myself. We're still enemies and even if I don't feel like turning him into a pin cushion, I can't let emotions take over me.
You're a cold hearted monster, Raz! You can't let stupid emotions overrule your good judgment! He's an robo- alien-human thing; you're a robot! Think of what the children would be like.!
If, well, it's possible Raz could procre--what the hell am I thinking!?
I internally slap myself. Okay. I'm not going to take Raz home to mutilate him, I DON'T KNOW WHY. I'm not going to deliver him to the local science labs, I DON'T KNOW WHY. And I'm not going to harm him, I know why.
Because, I can't deny it anymore. I love him too damn much.
God, Raz, I HATE you.
"Could you open the door, please?"
"Sure! I like playing the SLAVE!!"
Beth rolled his eyes, carrying Raz in his arms. Beth wrapped him up in her coat; it was beginning to sprinkle outside, despite how wild the storm was getting. And if Raz didn't have his repellent on, he might get seriously burned.
Beth still didn't know why she cared.
"I'm a slaaaave fer yoooou!" 0.1 dance and sang, swinging his hips to and fro as he held the door open. Beth just chuckled, amazed to see the gnomes hadn't tried to turn her into the sort of toast her father makes. Beth walked into the house and at first had a nice eyeful, making mental notes to remember all she saw.
"Go get me a bag of ice. Can you do that?" Beth asked, laying Raz out on the couch. 0.1 saluted dumbly and stuck his tongue out. He then skipped off to the kitchen to fetch the bag of ice.
Beth removed her slightly wet coat from Raz's body, but before she could fully slip it off, Raz unconsciously, in his sleep, reached out and clutched it tightly. Beth blinked in shock before gently prying Raz's hand off the coat. As soon as Beth managed to pull off his hand, Raz, still slumbering, once more reached over and grabbed the coat. This time in a death lock, because no matter how hard Beth tried, she couldn't get Raz's gloved, clawed fingers from the tight clamp on her coat.
"Let go, Raz!" Beth ordered in a whisper, tugging at her coat. Raz held on, eyes still shut and antennae still laid out to rest. Beth bit her bottom lip, furrowed her brows and continued to tug and pull. Raz kept holding tight, and showed no signs of backing out. Finally, Beth let her temper free and angrily began pulling her coat so hard, it could possibly rip in half. Raz managed to keep his grip strong and not fall off the couch, and yet still sleep as he did so.
Finally, Raz let out a incoherent, "RAZ POSESSION!" And, with a mighty jerk, pulled the coat right out of Beth's hands. Beth squeaked and fell over, hitting her head on the couch. Raz let out a purr deep in his throat and turned on his side, showing his pod and back to Beth. Beth sat up, fire of annoyance blazing in her eyes.
Raz cuddled up to Beth's coat, snuggling it against his face and laying in the fetal position. He let out happy little chirps in his sleep and now his facial expression was peaceful and happy, rather then blank. His antennae curled back as if, indeed, he was dreaming of something wonderful.
Beth was infatuated with awe at what she was seeing. He cuddled up to that coat as if that coat was her.
"I got the ice pack!" 0.1 declared, rushing back into the living room, holding a giant tray of ice over his head. Beth blinked her way out of her daze and stood, using the side of the couch for support. She looked over at 0.1 who removed another tray of ice from his head.
"Just incase!" 0.1 giggled.
"We don't need trays of ice, ummm, what's your name?" Beth corrected, curiously stroking her chin.
"San-San the Panda," 0.1 answered with a little giggle and big, doofy smile. Beth blinked stupidly at the robot. She decided not to argue; to argue with this robot would most likely get a missile in her head.
"You got plastic baggies, San-San?" Beth asked, taking a tray of ice from 0.1's little hands. 0.1 titled his head curiously to the side.
"Who's San-San?" 0.1 asked, blinking his wide azure eyes.
"Umm. You," Beth replied, looking around him nervously. She took one step back. 0.1 shook his head numbly, loose gadgets and random junk jingling around in his head.
"My name's Shirley! SPANK ME!!" 0.1 got on his hands and knees and rose his little metallic bottom to Beth.
"Um. No. I don't think I'll do that. Listen, you got any plastic baggies?" Beth asked with an annoyed sigh. She didn't want to argue, she wasn't going to argue. She simply stood there and rubbed down her temples, hopefully this robot would start cooperating.
"Say the magic word," 0.1 giggled with a big, insane grin, clapping his hands together.
Beth blinked, replying softly, "Please?"
0.1's antenna drooped and his eyes filled with sadness.Beth took a step back; she was prepared to hear a wild temper tantrum. She didn't know what she said that offended the robot, though.
"Awwwww, someone don't believe in magic. You don't know the magic woooord," 0.1sniffed, wiping a tear of sadness from his big, blue eyes. Beth stared long and hard before narrowing her eyes.
Beth grumbled, "Tuna."
0.1 squealed with pure joy, "YAAAAAY!! You believe, you believe!!" 0.1then squatted low and squinted his eyes in deep concentration. Beth looked around him, wondering if she should take cover for some reason. Then, out of nowhere, 0.1 let out a tiny squeak and out popped a box of plastic baggies from his head. Beth looked at the plastic baggies at her feet, then up at 0.1. 0.1 smiled with another tiny squeak.
"I'm not touching this."
"Germ free's the way to be!"
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Last pairing Razputin and Beth.The power of psychotic love.I'll tell you know it is rather,frightening and utterly creepy.Now let me tell ya about Razputin,Razputin
was once a human,with a great tan.Now Razputin got sick,with a terrible illness
known as...MERCURY POISONING!!Now Razputin was only soul,lost in the world of afterlife,then he heard that he could sell his soul for a fake one,and with this false soul,he could live forever,upon EARTH!He would live once more,yet not as a human,for humans have real souls,so guess what?Razputin,when he was brought back,he wasn't a human boy with a great tan,no he was a cold artificial being,an android,in other worlds a robot.He was given his artificial body and false soul and sold his real soul to an insane woman known as Madam Elimy.Razputin's false soul contained his memories,from the day he was born to his death.He could remember everything,yet your wondering,why he sold his soul,well,you cannot walk
upon the earth once more with a real soul again,otherwise,you must strike a
deal with the reaper,and he'll often say no,so,he went with the false soul for he thought it was his only option to get back to Earth,which,probably was.
So here Razputin is,alive,and still in his old body just,his organs were replaced with a complex series of wires and coils and other tech-y stuff,cause ya know,his organs don't really work anymore.As for his skin,it was kinda torn apart...What?They had to get the robotic parts in there some how,and take out his organs....The only skin that was left was probably the
skin on his face.His tan is gone,cause ya know,when your dead,the color from your skin goes away,so now..He has pale skin..And his eyes were also
rip out,but don't worry he gets an exact replica of what his eyes looked like.
Oh and same thing with his hair,they could have let him keep his hair,but,no they got rid of that too.The only thing that remand was that small amount of skin upon his face.Well anyways,he went to his home,hoping his parents wouldn't be so shocked at his appearance.When he finally reached his home he was about to enter,yet he couldn't help but hear the sound of laughter,he peered through one of windows on his house,only to see the source of the
laughter was his mother and father along with his older brother,Norman.Seeing them so happy,he thinks that they have forgotten all about him.So he forgets about trying to reunite with his family,cause that's the only reason he wanted to sell his soul so that he may live again,to be with is family.He felt horrible,the seeping tears burning his false eyes.Now he
couldn't die,so he thinks that he will forever live with the pain of rejection.
That is,of course until Beth comes along.Beth,finds him mourning over himself,whilst Beth covered in her victim's blood.Beth,stares at him for a moment noticing that he was robot,just like she was.She feels overjoyed,cause within that deranged alloy skull of lies an idea.Her plan was if she could possibly persuade Razputin to join her,she could turn him into her own little weapon.It was so simple for Beth,due to the fact Razputin died so young,he still has an innocent mind.Making it easy for Beth to taint it.
She walks up to Razputin,still covered in blood,and asks him in the most angelic voice she could possibly perform,what was troubling him.Razputin,
finds her no thereat,and assumes the blood is something else,he willing tells
Beth what events happened within his life.Beth,feels a minor pity for him,yet
still goes on with her plan,she makes him think the wrong way,by twisting his
sorrow into anger.By saying that it was his brother that gave him mercury poisoning,and that it was his brother who killed so that he may gain their
parents love.Razputin is outraged,like Beth wanted him to be.Razputin joins Beth,and Beth turns him from a miserable little boy,to a insane megalomaniac...Maniac....She gives him all sorts of powers,and teaches him all sorts of things.She also,didn't see this coming,grows more fond of him.
For his destructiveness and evilness,and insanity,yet is held back by her cocky attitude.He also grows a crafty sort of intelligence as well.Razputin,also,grows fond of Beth,for her destructiveness and cruelty,and insanity.That and because,Beth is quite a powerful robotic being,and Razputin loves power.Beth is also taller than Razputin,but not by far,if Razputin were to stand on his tip toes he would reach her length.Another thing the remainder of Razputin's skin was removed and replaced with latex skin along with the rest of the exposed metal.He was given a uniform,that he choose,above this all is a link to what his uniform and facial expression looks like.He is quite similar to Zim,only his genuine form isn't green.In the link is a pic Zim and Dib and Gir,look at Zim,
Razputin's uniform looks like his only the pink parts are orange.Razputin shares the same expression,hair,eyes,and even the pak.Though he calls pod.Yet it shares the same purpose.Razputin can have green skin,yet that's
not his true form,in fact the green skin form is kinda like his battle form.
Now,onward with the story.Also,people call him Raz for short.
"Beth your my what-the-hell-is-my-false-stomach-doingreceiver! Lover, as you call it," Raz explained, clicking his tongueagainst his jagged teeth. "Therefore, I will make you mine. Turn youinto my... LOVE SLAVE MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" he trailed off hacking.
"Haveyou performed a lobotomy on yourself, Raz!?" Beth giggled. Shebegan cackling. "I--I'm not gonna be your love slave! Nor will theentire world fall to your pathetic charms!"
"Are you so sure!?" Raz snickered. He wrapped his entire tongue around Beth's ear. "Becuth you like et an you know eth!"
"You'reraping my ear!!" Beth laughed. She then decked Raz across the face,sending him flying backwards and rolling along the ground. "I--I didnot like the kiss! At all! Freak!"
Raz sat up, twigs in hisartificial hair. "You did, you did!!" he insisted. He then rose likethe undead, reaching for Beth with a mindless stare. "You want anotherand you knoooow iiitttt..."
"OH MY GOD!"
"COME TO MY BOSOM! I WILL MAKE YOU SUBMIT!"
"LikeHell!" Beth laughed hysterically, taking a step back. She clenched her fists and tooka fake battle stance. "You'll never turn me into one of your zombies! ThoughI will admit you are freaking the Hell out of me right now."
Raz stopped, rolled his tongue back into his mouth and smiled deviously."All right. I'll give you time to prepare yourself a defeated speech.Then I will take over both your mind -and- your body, Beth-worm," hesaid. Beth just twitched,with insane laughter. Raz pulled his backpack straps up hisshoulders and turned, walking off with his hands behind his back. Hehad the strut of a soldier to his footing.
"Resistance is futile. AHAHAHAHAMWAHAHAHAHA OH WHEEZE!"
Last pairing Razputin and Beth.The power of psychotic love.I'll tell you know it is rather,frightening and utterly creepy.Now let me tell ya about Razputin,Razputin
was once a human,with a great tan.Now Razputin got sick,with a terrible illness
known as...MERCURY POISONING!!Now Razputin was only soul,lost in the world of afterlife,then he heard that he could sell his soul for a fake one,and with this false soul,he could live forever,upon EARTH!He would live once more,yet not as a human,for humans have real souls,so guess what?Razputin,when he was brought back,he wasn't a human boy with a great tan,no he was a cold artificial being,an android,in other worlds a robot.He was given his artificial body and false soul and sold his real soul to an insane woman known as Madam Elimy.Razputin's false soul contained his memories,from the day he was born to his death.He could remember everything,yet your wondering,why he sold his soul,well,you cannot walk
upon the earth once more with a real soul again,otherwise,you must strike a
deal with the reaper,and he'll often say no,so,he went with the false soul for he thought it was his only option to get back to Earth,which,probably was.
So here Razputin is,alive,and still in his old body just,his organs were replaced with a complex series of wires and coils and other tech-y stuff,cause ya know,his organs don't really work anymore.As for his skin,it was kinda torn apart...What?They had to get the robotic parts in there some how,and take out his organs....The only skin that was left was probably the
skin on his face.His tan is gone,cause ya know,when your dead,the color from your skin goes away,so now..He has pale skin..And his eyes were also
rip out,but don't worry he gets an exact replica of what his eyes looked like.
Oh and same thing with his hair,they could have let him keep his hair,but,no they got rid of that too.The only thing that remand was that small amount of skin upon his face.Well anyways,he went to his home,hoping his parents wouldn't be so shocked at his appearance.When he finally reached his home he was about to enter,yet he couldn't help but hear the sound of laughter,he peered through one of windows on his house,only to see the source of the
laughter was his mother and father along with his older brother,Norman.Seeing them so happy,he thinks that they have forgotten all about him.So he forgets about trying to reunite with his family,cause that's the only reason he wanted to sell his soul so that he may live again,to be with is family.He felt horrible,the seeping tears burning his false eyes.Now he
couldn't die,so he thinks that he will forever live with the pain of rejection.
That is,of course until Beth comes along.Beth,finds him mourning over himself,whilst Beth covered in her victim's blood.Beth,stares at him for a moment noticing that he was robot,just like she was.She feels overjoyed,cause within that deranged alloy skull of lies an idea.Her plan was if she could possibly persuade Razputin to join her,she could turn him into her own little weapon.It was so simple for Beth,due to the fact Razputin died so young,he still has an innocent mind.Making it easy for Beth to taint it.
She walks up to Razputin,still covered in blood,and asks him in the most angelic voice she could possibly perform,what was troubling him.Razputin,
finds her no thereat,and assumes the blood is something else,he willing tells
Beth what events happened within his life.Beth,feels a minor pity for him,yet
still goes on with her plan,she makes him think the wrong way,by twisting his
sorrow into anger.By saying that it was his brother that gave him mercury poisoning,and that it was his brother who killed so that he may gain their
parents love.Razputin is outraged,like Beth wanted him to be.Razputin joins Beth,and Beth turns him from a miserable little boy,to a insane megalomaniac...Maniac....She gives him all sorts of powers,and teaches him all sorts of things.She also,didn't see this coming,grows more fond of him.
For his destructiveness and evilness,and insanity,yet is held back by her cocky attitude.He also grows a crafty sort of intelligence as well.Razputin,also,grows fond of Beth,for her destructiveness and cruelty,and insanity.That and because,Beth is quite a powerful robotic being,and Razputin loves power.Beth is also taller than Razputin,but not by far,if Razputin were to stand on his tip toes he would reach her length.Another thing the remainder of Razputin's skin was removed and replaced with latex skin along with the rest of the exposed metal.He was given a uniform,that he choose,above this all is a link to what his uniform and facial expression looks like.He is quite similar to Zim,only his genuine form isn't green.In the link is a pic Zim and Dib and Gir,look at Zim,
Razputin's uniform looks like his only the pink parts are orange.Razputin shares the same expression,hair,eyes,and even the pak.Though he calls pod.Yet it shares the same purpose.Razputin can have green skin,yet that's
not his true form,in fact the green skin form is kinda like his battle form.
Now,onward with the story.Also,people call him Raz for short.
"Beth your my what-the-hell-is-my-false-stomach-doingreceiver! Lover, as you call it," Raz explained, clicking his tongueagainst his jagged teeth. "Therefore, I will make you mine. Turn youinto my... LOVE SLAVE MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" he trailed off hacking.
"Haveyou performed a lobotomy on yourself, Raz!?" Beth giggled. Shebegan cackling. "I--I'm not gonna be your love slave! Nor will theentire world fall to your pathetic charms!"
"Are you so sure!?" Raz snickered. He wrapped his entire tongue around Beth's ear. "Becuth you like et an you know eth!"
"You'reraping my ear!!" Beth laughed. She then decked Raz across the face,sending him flying backwards and rolling along the ground. "I--I didnot like the kiss! At all! Freak!"
Raz sat up, twigs in hisartificial hair. "You did, you did!!" he insisted. He then rose likethe undead, reaching for Beth with a mindless stare. "You want anotherand you knoooow iiitttt..."
"OH MY GOD!"
"COME TO MY BOSOM! I WILL MAKE YOU SUBMIT!"
"LikeHell!" Beth laughed hysterically, taking a step back. She clenched her fists and tooka fake battle stance. "You'll never turn me into one of your zombies! ThoughI will admit you are freaking the Hell out of me right now."
Raz stopped, rolled his tongue back into his mouth and smiled deviously."All right. I'll give you time to prepare yourself a defeated speech.Then I will take over both your mind -and- your body, Beth-worm," hesaid. Beth just twitched,with insane laughter. Raz pulled his backpack straps up hisshoulders and turned, walking off with his hands behind his back. Hehad the strut of a soldier to his footing.
"Resistance is futile. AHAHAHAHAMWAHAHAHAHA OH WHEEZE!"
Darksideofme on April 9, 2007, 6:43:15 AM
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umm....iknow i just met u and all but i saw u giving critisism comments to "myartstinks" .....can u help me with some of my pictures (the ones in the 1st or 2nd page)
u give reallly detailed critisism....i was wondering if you could do that for a few of mine...if u don't want to i understand since it would take lots of time to do that...
but if you can thatt would be great~! ^^ thanks
*goes to check out your gallery*
u give reallly detailed critisism....i was wondering if you could do that for a few of mine...if u don't want to i understand since it would take lots of time to do that...
but if you can thatt would be great~! ^^ thanks
*goes to check out your gallery*
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Here's Breanna and Jazzal.Jazzal is a blue demon boy who betrayed an a queen's army.He is know as boy heartless.
Jazzal held Breanna tightly, the little girl's eyes half-open due toobvious sleepiness. She loved Jazzal. He was so comfortable. The lackof light set the scene even more. Breanna doubted that Jazzal wouldmind her dozing off right here. Jazzal brought his hand to Breanna'sface and gently brushed the long bunch of sky-blue hair out of the wayof her eyes. She smiled and Jazzal felt all warm inside. Her sapphireeyes were shiny, almost glassy, and for some reason Jazzal didn't wantthem to close. He missed those orbs of adorable blue even when sheblinked.
"I still think letting Baracia go was a bad idea." Jazzal noted.
Breanna blinked, her eyes never quite opening fully. Again, Jazzalwished those gorgeous eyes never closed, "She knows I have you, Jazzal.Alone, I was weak. But... when I'm with you... I feel a kind ofstrength I never knew I had."
Jazzal stroked the girl's hair, "Am I the only person who gives you that strength?"
Breanna lowered her gaze to around the base of his neck. Her cheeks went red, but her face looked almost sad, "Yes..."
Jazzal almost went 'Aww...'. He hoped nobody would ever try and hurtBreanna. She was just too cute. He held the little girl as though shewas a part of him, her tummy pressed against his. It was a moment theyboth know was special. A feeling that they both treasured.
"Baracia is asking for trouble if she fights both of us." Breannasaid, with the slightest hint of a smile. She was growing sleepy, andJazzal would be quite embarassed if she fell asleep atop him. "That'skinda why I feel better with you..."
"Breanna..." Jazzal muttered, "You look tired."
"No I'm not."
Jazzal smiled lovingly, "Yes you are."
Breanna sighed, "I don't wanna leave."
"I need to be up early in the morning, I have a few... jobs... to do."
"Promise me we'll meet up again soon?"
Jazzal nodded, "Without a doubt."
Breanna bent in, wanting to end the night on a wonderful note. Jazzalobliged, moving his own face closer to hers. They drew closer andcloser, until all Jazzal could see was the shiny, glassy blue sapphireeyes of his young lover. Their lips met and Jazzal held her tight. Tohim, she tasted sweet, her eyes drifting shut for a few seconds astheir kiss linked them together. Jazzal's hand drifted up and downBreanna's back, her dress like silk between his fingers.
Breanna's hands pushed down on his arms, gently forcing his hands awayfrom her back. Her tiny fingers interlocked with his, his warmthmelding with hers. He smelt of dirt, salt and the grass they were lyingupon. Together, the scent and taste were wonderful, for both. And for afew seconds, the dark and saddening memories of their past seemed tojust disappear, as did their attention of the world around them.Nothing mattered. Nothing but each other.
Breanna's eyes reopened as their kiss came gently apart. Jazzal's rubyeyes were alight with a fresh, young glow, a kind that only Breannacould coax. "I still don't wanna go..." she told him.
"Me neither." Jazzal admitted, and he embraced her, her head restingagainst his, her eyes closed with a mix of extreme comfort and extremehesitation.
"I love you, Jazzal." she whispered. Jazzal held her even closer.Breanna sniffed softly, not wanting the moment to end. But it had to.She had a home to return to, and Jazzal had to go back to wherever hecame from.
"I love you too, baby. Take care, ok?"
"I will." Breanna muttered, before Jazzal released her. They bothstood up, and Breanna turned away. Jazzal watched as she jumped intothe air, the streak of light forming behind the same color as thenight sky above. Her small form grew tinier as a got more distant, andeventually, Jazzal could not see her at all. He sighed indisappointment. If only all of life could be as enjoyable. He foldedhis arms and melted into smoke, which dispersed into the air likesteam.
Next up,last pairing,Beth and Razputin
Jazzal held Breanna tightly, the little girl's eyes half-open due toobvious sleepiness. She loved Jazzal. He was so comfortable. The lackof light set the scene even more. Breanna doubted that Jazzal wouldmind her dozing off right here. Jazzal brought his hand to Breanna'sface and gently brushed the long bunch of sky-blue hair out of the wayof her eyes. She smiled and Jazzal felt all warm inside. Her sapphireeyes were shiny, almost glassy, and for some reason Jazzal didn't wantthem to close. He missed those orbs of adorable blue even when sheblinked.
"I still think letting Baracia go was a bad idea." Jazzal noted.
Breanna blinked, her eyes never quite opening fully. Again, Jazzalwished those gorgeous eyes never closed, "She knows I have you, Jazzal.Alone, I was weak. But... when I'm with you... I feel a kind ofstrength I never knew I had."
Jazzal stroked the girl's hair, "Am I the only person who gives you that strength?"
Breanna lowered her gaze to around the base of his neck. Her cheeks went red, but her face looked almost sad, "Yes..."
Jazzal almost went 'Aww...'. He hoped nobody would ever try and hurtBreanna. She was just too cute. He held the little girl as though shewas a part of him, her tummy pressed against his. It was a moment theyboth know was special. A feeling that they both treasured.
"Baracia is asking for trouble if she fights both of us." Breannasaid, with the slightest hint of a smile. She was growing sleepy, andJazzal would be quite embarassed if she fell asleep atop him. "That'skinda why I feel better with you..."
"Breanna..." Jazzal muttered, "You look tired."
"No I'm not."
Jazzal smiled lovingly, "Yes you are."
Breanna sighed, "I don't wanna leave."
"I need to be up early in the morning, I have a few... jobs... to do."
"Promise me we'll meet up again soon?"
Jazzal nodded, "Without a doubt."
Breanna bent in, wanting to end the night on a wonderful note. Jazzalobliged, moving his own face closer to hers. They drew closer andcloser, until all Jazzal could see was the shiny, glassy blue sapphireeyes of his young lover. Their lips met and Jazzal held her tight. Tohim, she tasted sweet, her eyes drifting shut for a few seconds astheir kiss linked them together. Jazzal's hand drifted up and downBreanna's back, her dress like silk between his fingers.
Breanna's hands pushed down on his arms, gently forcing his hands awayfrom her back. Her tiny fingers interlocked with his, his warmthmelding with hers. He smelt of dirt, salt and the grass they were lyingupon. Together, the scent and taste were wonderful, for both. And for afew seconds, the dark and saddening memories of their past seemed tojust disappear, as did their attention of the world around them.Nothing mattered. Nothing but each other.
Breanna's eyes reopened as their kiss came gently apart. Jazzal's rubyeyes were alight with a fresh, young glow, a kind that only Breannacould coax. "I still don't wanna go..." she told him.
"Me neither." Jazzal admitted, and he embraced her, her head restingagainst his, her eyes closed with a mix of extreme comfort and extremehesitation.
"I love you, Jazzal." she whispered. Jazzal held her even closer.Breanna sniffed softly, not wanting the moment to end. But it had to.She had a home to return to, and Jazzal had to go back to wherever hecame from.
"I love you too, baby. Take care, ok?"
"I will." Breanna muttered, before Jazzal released her. They bothstood up, and Breanna turned away. Jazzal watched as she jumped intothe air, the streak of light forming behind the same color as thenight sky above. Her small form grew tinier as a got more distant, andeventually, Jazzal could not see her at all. He sighed indisappointment. If only all of life could be as enjoyable. He foldedhis arms and melted into smoke, which dispersed into the air likesteam.
Next up,last pairing,Beth and Razputin
CartoonQueen262 on April 4, 2007, 11:28:53 AM
CartoonQueen262 on April 3, 2007, 12:48:35 PM
Sure I do.I'll describe them to you first though.Okay,first pairing is Baracia and
Bulldog.Bulldog is Baracia's male counterpart.Looks just like her,just in a male
version(of course) his hair is more layered in spikes than soft curls,unlike Baracia's.He was given a gray robber looking kind of hat.His uniform he was
given is a military-like outfit,only in black and not green.Here's how he and Baracia get along together
He heard footfall and glanced over his shoulder. His face lit up.Something inside him went 'ZING!' again, and all those bad feelingswent away for a moment. But not even she could stave off his jitters."How's everything?"
Baracia joined him by the edge of the balcony, the night breezeruffling her hair and clothes. Her eyes seemed darker than the nightitself. Her hands rested on the edge of the guard rail and she stareddown into the metropolis below. She closed her eyes for a moment, and Bulldog tipped his head a little, not catching on. With the softest ofsighs, she told him, "Everything's just fine."
"You okay?"
"Isn't that what I just said?"
"You seem..." his big ebony eyes blinked. Baracia resisted the urge to stare into them, "upset by something."
"It's nothing." Baracia told him, turning away. "Everything is set and ready. We can begin at any time."
Bulldog blinked again. Was she like this for a reason? "Uh, that's...great news." Baracia didn't move. He felt she was trying to avoid him.Had something gone wrong? Was it something he said? He changed thesubject, wanting to know the answer to something that bugged him for awhile, "How is she?" he didn't say a name.
Baracia knew who he was referring to, though, "She's just fine. Stillresting. If things go well, we won't need to wake her." she lifted herhead a little, "She wasn't supposed to be used at all, but... witheverything that was going on... and all that Cyber space said to me, I..."she trailed off.
"Cyber space?"
Baracia jumped as though poked sharply in the sides, "Oh, n-nothing.It's nothing. I..." she sighed, realising she looked stupid, "I mustlook like an idiot, eh?"
"You are acting... kinda weird, whassup?"
Baracia shook her head, "Bulldog, I can't lie to you... something iswrong. Or at least, I think it is. I need you to tell me something."she turned a little, not quite enough for her to meet his eyes though,"I want you to be honest."
"Uh... ok."
Baracia fully whirled this time, facing him with an intent glower, "Do you think I am heartless?"
Bulldog gulped, "B-Baracia, why-"
"ANSWER ME!"
Bulldog quivered a little. Honesty, she wants? He mustered his courage,gulped, and replied, "You're not heartless! Not at all! I think you'rethe opposite, Baracia! Why would you ask me something like that?"
"Would you say I was heartless to those I didn't care about? To Belle, for example?"
"Well... you have a reason!"
"Not just a reason. A reputation!" Baracia seethed. "I think I broke that reputation earlier..."
"Why do you say that?"
"There was a person in the rebel group... someone named Cyber space. Hetold me that... I had a gift inside me that would affect countlesspeople, or something like that. Something real special. But I keepthinking that... with all I have done so far... people are only goingto hate me."
"Everyone has friends and enemies, Baracia." Bulldog interjected. It didn't help.
"What's more is... I think I grew a bit... attached to him."
"Uwah!" Bulldog gasped, "Uh... in what way?"
"As in, a kind of bond that shouldn't be there. I'm not supposed tocare about these people, I'm not supposed to... worry about theirwell being and stuff! For all I know, he'll be dead before this fight isover! Why do I feel worried about him? Something's not right! I'msupposed to be... spineless!"
"You mean you don't want to care about others?" the android asked, worried.
"Not like that... it's just..." she brought a hand to the side of herface. Skin against silky soft skin. No pain. Not this time, "Belle..."she whispered, "what have you done to me?"
Bulldog approached her, "I think that makes you an even better person."he told her, truthfully. He couldn't lie to her, either. "That's what Ilike about you... you've done all this... and I guess if I was inanother person's shoes, I'd hate you and want you dead... but whenthere's someone you truly want to love and protect, you can stillmanage to do that." he saw a smile come to her face. "That's what I..."he broke off, his cheeks flushing.
"Are you ready for this?" Baracia asked, moving closer, their littlebodies lit by the stars overhead and the city lights below. Smoke fromthe burning city to the south was still rising, forming a sheeted hazebeyond the lower ridges, far from the danger zone. Soon, more smokewould join it.
Bulldog nodded, "Yeah. I am. I guess this is what you kept me aroundfor. And... I guess if you had faith in me to help you, then there'snothing that I should be worried about." he giggled a little, "Andyourself?"
Baracia threw her gaze toward the city, its sparkly lit mass engulfingthe valley below. It didn't seem all that big, really, "I've never beenmore ready in my life. But..." she turned back to him, "I still feel sounprepared."
"If we could take out this city," Bulldog muttered, "We could take out the world."
Baracia smiled again, that little grin that made Bulldog's steely heartmelt into goo, "I've told you before, Bulldog. The world isn't enough.Where we're going... this will seem like nothing at all."
Bulldog went red again, "I-I'm still nervous... even with what you toldme. I just keep thinking something bad is going to happen."
Baracia whispered to him, her cheeks going a deeper pink, "How about Igive you something that will help the anxiety." she placed her lefthand on his shoulder, and brought the right hand to his cheek. His eyesflew wide and his face went ripe-red. He felt something incrediblytender touch his lips, and in those few startled moments, all he sawwas her face, her beautiful black eyes drifting shut as her lips methis. The shock wore off quickly as some new feeling took over,something that drove him into relaxation. His eyes, too, slid closedand he put his arms around the girl and pulled her close. He had neverfelt so warm before. Never felt so... so incredible. Her hand brushedhis cheek gently, and time seemed to stop. He had no idea just how longthe kiss lasted. But even their little moment of unified eternity wasnot enough, to him. When they broke apart, there was a shine in hereyes he had never seen before, and a look on her face that he couldn'tquite describe with words. He spoke without thinking, and he broughthis hands to his mouth, covering it in sudden embarassment. His lipswere still tingling.
The look on Baracia's face seemed to intensify. Was she about to cry?"You don't have to tell me that, Bulldog, I've known all along," sheembraced him again, resting her head on his chest, "You know what else?"
"What?" was his whisper, almost too soft to hear.
"I love you too."
Tears came to Bulldog's eyes and he could not restrain them. Holdingher tight, he vowed, "I'm going to do my very best for you, because Iknow you did the same for me!"
"Hey, hey..." Baracia muttered, soft and angelic. She was a differentperson entirely, off the battlefield. Bulldog wished she was like thisall the time. "Just come back alive, and we can celebrate together. I'mnot asking you for any more than that." She kissed his cheek and let goof him, "Go get 'em, tiger." she giggled at how red his face was. She'dhave to nickname him 'Bashful' after all.
"I will." he promised, "I know I will."
That was Baracia and Bulldog.I paired Belle with Zim since,well,my cousin
thought it was a good idea and at the moment I had no ideas.It's not really as
lovey-dovey as Bulldog and Baracia.Yet it is pretty cute,ya know,it's one of those relationships,were one loves(Belle) and the other has no idea why the other on is being so nice (Zim)
Zim was staring at Belle. Such emotion triggered in the humanoid machinewas completely out of the ordinary, and definitely not what Zim had inmind for this occaision. He was breathing shallowly, upset that he hadhurt the little girl in such a way. It was not what he had wanted, andhe had to do something, fast, "Belle... I did this as a thankyoupresent-"
"THANK YOU!? A THANKYOU PRESENT!?" screamed Belle, well and truly overthe edge with grief, "What kind of sick, twisted mind would give a girllike me the body of her dead father as a THANKYOU PRESENT!?"
Zim was frantic, "Calm down, Belle, calm down! I'll show ya what I had in mind. Look. I've repaired him!"
Belle suddenly calmed, "W-What??"
"I repaired him. He was killed because Baracia destroyed his spinalcord, so I rebuilt it. Robotics are my thing, so I just fitted him withall these implants and a stimulator to keep his heart going and stuff.Once the first jolt is given to the heart, I think he'll live!"
Belle wiped the tears from her gorgeous white eyes, "Zim, I... I don't know what-"
"You don't have to say anything. I'll just switch him on and see what happens. 'Kay?"
Belle nodded, and Zim ducked down under the table, "Okay... okay..."Belle muttered, a churning vortex of emotions flowing through her.Anger. Fear. Relief. Anxiety. Grief. Angst. All of them swirled withinher like a tornado, not spitting out a definite feeling to stick with.At that moment, Belle glanced at Breanna, who was still staring at X'sbody calmly as though it was nothing special. She envied her, all of asudden. Breanna never would have to go through this kind of torture.Not unless Belle fixed her. Breanna was supposed to carry on the dreamof X's to create the perfect little girl. Baracia had strayed from it,incorporating all kinds of foreign technology into her, becoming lessof a person and more like a made computer. Breanna, however, had lostthe power to feel happy or sad, to share excitement or foreboding. Shewas almost like those robots from science fiction. Cold. Steely.Unfeeling. Belle growled under her breath. She wished things were backto normal. That she was the only one of her kind that existed. That herfather was alive. And that he loved her more than anything.
Zim popped up next to them again and removed the rest of the sheet.Bell and Breanna gawked. Machine parts and cables trailed out of X'sfront like some sort of gory, multi-armed creature that had just sprungforth from his gut. But if what Zim said was true, this would keep Xalive. Gir gawked, "Ooooohhh!"
Zim smiled, "An Autonomous Life Supp-"
Gir asked, "What is it?"
Zim repeated, "An Autonomous Li-"
"WHAT IS IT!!??" screamed Gir.
Zim glared at Gir, "An Autonomous Life Support machine. Capable ofkeeping our good friend alive, at the expense of his dashing looks."Zim clapped his gloved hands together and rubbed eagerly, "Wanna seesome magic?"
"Magic!?" squealed Gir, "I love magic! Saw me in half!"
Zim groaned.
Belle's eyes did the cutesie puppydog-eye thing, "If this works Zim, I won't know how to thank you..."
Zim chuckled nervously, blushing, "Oh, uh, well, I'm sure... I'm sureyou'll eventually... uh... find a way to, uh... thank me..."
Belle suddenly threw her arms around Zim, emracing him. For a gynoid,she felt incredibly warm against him. Zim went a darker hue of green,typical Irken blushing, as Belle muttered, "I think this will do fornow..." Zim was still bright green as Belle let go of him, the littlegirl's eyes locking with his. He felt oddly fuzzy on the inside all ofa sudden. "Come on," Belle muttered quietly, "Let's do this..."
"Wha? Do what?" Zim muttered, distracted by the cute little girl.
"Bring back my daddy!" she said in a playful commanding tone, pointingat the large table. She grinned, as though about to experience a wholenew kind of joy.
Zim chuckled, "Alrighty, here I go then. Invader Zim, theRessurec-tor." he chuckled to himself, "I shall bring back the dead anduse them to take over this miserable planet! MUAHAHAHA! There will benothing stopping me this time, for I am Zim! Worship me! WORSHIP ME!"
I hope I got Zim there in character...I MADE HIM SAY HIS NAME LIKE SIX TIMES!!Or seven...I can't remember
I'll get the other two parings tomorrow.
Bulldog.Bulldog is Baracia's male counterpart.Looks just like her,just in a male
version(of course) his hair is more layered in spikes than soft curls,unlike Baracia's.He was given a gray robber looking kind of hat.His uniform he was
given is a military-like outfit,only in black and not green.Here's how he and Baracia get along together
He heard footfall and glanced over his shoulder. His face lit up.Something inside him went 'ZING!' again, and all those bad feelingswent away for a moment. But not even she could stave off his jitters."How's everything?"
Baracia joined him by the edge of the balcony, the night breezeruffling her hair and clothes. Her eyes seemed darker than the nightitself. Her hands rested on the edge of the guard rail and she stareddown into the metropolis below. She closed her eyes for a moment, and Bulldog tipped his head a little, not catching on. With the softest ofsighs, she told him, "Everything's just fine."
"You okay?"
"Isn't that what I just said?"
"You seem..." his big ebony eyes blinked. Baracia resisted the urge to stare into them, "upset by something."
"It's nothing." Baracia told him, turning away. "Everything is set and ready. We can begin at any time."
Bulldog blinked again. Was she like this for a reason? "Uh, that's...great news." Baracia didn't move. He felt she was trying to avoid him.Had something gone wrong? Was it something he said? He changed thesubject, wanting to know the answer to something that bugged him for awhile, "How is she?" he didn't say a name.
Baracia knew who he was referring to, though, "She's just fine. Stillresting. If things go well, we won't need to wake her." she lifted herhead a little, "She wasn't supposed to be used at all, but... witheverything that was going on... and all that Cyber space said to me, I..."she trailed off.
"Cyber space?"
Baracia jumped as though poked sharply in the sides, "Oh, n-nothing.It's nothing. I..." she sighed, realising she looked stupid, "I mustlook like an idiot, eh?"
"You are acting... kinda weird, whassup?"
Baracia shook her head, "Bulldog, I can't lie to you... something iswrong. Or at least, I think it is. I need you to tell me something."she turned a little, not quite enough for her to meet his eyes though,"I want you to be honest."
"Uh... ok."
Baracia fully whirled this time, facing him with an intent glower, "Do you think I am heartless?"
Bulldog gulped, "B-Baracia, why-"
"ANSWER ME!"
Bulldog quivered a little. Honesty, she wants? He mustered his courage,gulped, and replied, "You're not heartless! Not at all! I think you'rethe opposite, Baracia! Why would you ask me something like that?"
"Would you say I was heartless to those I didn't care about? To Belle, for example?"
"Well... you have a reason!"
"Not just a reason. A reputation!" Baracia seethed. "I think I broke that reputation earlier..."
"Why do you say that?"
"There was a person in the rebel group... someone named Cyber space. Hetold me that... I had a gift inside me that would affect countlesspeople, or something like that. Something real special. But I keepthinking that... with all I have done so far... people are only goingto hate me."
"Everyone has friends and enemies, Baracia." Bulldog interjected. It didn't help.
"What's more is... I think I grew a bit... attached to him."
"Uwah!" Bulldog gasped, "Uh... in what way?"
"As in, a kind of bond that shouldn't be there. I'm not supposed tocare about these people, I'm not supposed to... worry about theirwell being and stuff! For all I know, he'll be dead before this fight isover! Why do I feel worried about him? Something's not right! I'msupposed to be... spineless!"
"You mean you don't want to care about others?" the android asked, worried.
"Not like that... it's just..." she brought a hand to the side of herface. Skin against silky soft skin. No pain. Not this time, "Belle..."she whispered, "what have you done to me?"
Bulldog approached her, "I think that makes you an even better person."he told her, truthfully. He couldn't lie to her, either. "That's what Ilike about you... you've done all this... and I guess if I was inanother person's shoes, I'd hate you and want you dead... but whenthere's someone you truly want to love and protect, you can stillmanage to do that." he saw a smile come to her face. "That's what I..."he broke off, his cheeks flushing.
"Are you ready for this?" Baracia asked, moving closer, their littlebodies lit by the stars overhead and the city lights below. Smoke fromthe burning city to the south was still rising, forming a sheeted hazebeyond the lower ridges, far from the danger zone. Soon, more smokewould join it.
Bulldog nodded, "Yeah. I am. I guess this is what you kept me aroundfor. And... I guess if you had faith in me to help you, then there'snothing that I should be worried about." he giggled a little, "Andyourself?"
Baracia threw her gaze toward the city, its sparkly lit mass engulfingthe valley below. It didn't seem all that big, really, "I've never beenmore ready in my life. But..." she turned back to him, "I still feel sounprepared."
"If we could take out this city," Bulldog muttered, "We could take out the world."
Baracia smiled again, that little grin that made Bulldog's steely heartmelt into goo, "I've told you before, Bulldog. The world isn't enough.Where we're going... this will seem like nothing at all."
Bulldog went red again, "I-I'm still nervous... even with what you toldme. I just keep thinking something bad is going to happen."
Baracia whispered to him, her cheeks going a deeper pink, "How about Igive you something that will help the anxiety." she placed her lefthand on his shoulder, and brought the right hand to his cheek. His eyesflew wide and his face went ripe-red. He felt something incrediblytender touch his lips, and in those few startled moments, all he sawwas her face, her beautiful black eyes drifting shut as her lips methis. The shock wore off quickly as some new feeling took over,something that drove him into relaxation. His eyes, too, slid closedand he put his arms around the girl and pulled her close. He had neverfelt so warm before. Never felt so... so incredible. Her hand brushedhis cheek gently, and time seemed to stop. He had no idea just how longthe kiss lasted. But even their little moment of unified eternity wasnot enough, to him. When they broke apart, there was a shine in hereyes he had never seen before, and a look on her face that he couldn'tquite describe with words. He spoke without thinking, and he broughthis hands to his mouth, covering it in sudden embarassment. His lipswere still tingling.
The look on Baracia's face seemed to intensify. Was she about to cry?"You don't have to tell me that, Bulldog, I've known all along," sheembraced him again, resting her head on his chest, "You know what else?"
"What?" was his whisper, almost too soft to hear.
"I love you too."
Tears came to Bulldog's eyes and he could not restrain them. Holdingher tight, he vowed, "I'm going to do my very best for you, because Iknow you did the same for me!"
"Hey, hey..." Baracia muttered, soft and angelic. She was a differentperson entirely, off the battlefield. Bulldog wished she was like thisall the time. "Just come back alive, and we can celebrate together. I'mnot asking you for any more than that." She kissed his cheek and let goof him, "Go get 'em, tiger." she giggled at how red his face was. She'dhave to nickname him 'Bashful' after all.
"I will." he promised, "I know I will."
That was Baracia and Bulldog.I paired Belle with Zim since,well,my cousin
thought it was a good idea and at the moment I had no ideas.It's not really as
lovey-dovey as Bulldog and Baracia.Yet it is pretty cute,ya know,it's one of those relationships,were one loves(Belle) and the other has no idea why the other on is being so nice (Zim)
Zim was staring at Belle. Such emotion triggered in the humanoid machinewas completely out of the ordinary, and definitely not what Zim had inmind for this occaision. He was breathing shallowly, upset that he hadhurt the little girl in such a way. It was not what he had wanted, andhe had to do something, fast, "Belle... I did this as a thankyoupresent-"
"THANK YOU!? A THANKYOU PRESENT!?" screamed Belle, well and truly overthe edge with grief, "What kind of sick, twisted mind would give a girllike me the body of her dead father as a THANKYOU PRESENT!?"
Zim was frantic, "Calm down, Belle, calm down! I'll show ya what I had in mind. Look. I've repaired him!"
Belle suddenly calmed, "W-What??"
"I repaired him. He was killed because Baracia destroyed his spinalcord, so I rebuilt it. Robotics are my thing, so I just fitted him withall these implants and a stimulator to keep his heart going and stuff.Once the first jolt is given to the heart, I think he'll live!"
Belle wiped the tears from her gorgeous white eyes, "Zim, I... I don't know what-"
"You don't have to say anything. I'll just switch him on and see what happens. 'Kay?"
Belle nodded, and Zim ducked down under the table, "Okay... okay..."Belle muttered, a churning vortex of emotions flowing through her.Anger. Fear. Relief. Anxiety. Grief. Angst. All of them swirled withinher like a tornado, not spitting out a definite feeling to stick with.At that moment, Belle glanced at Breanna, who was still staring at X'sbody calmly as though it was nothing special. She envied her, all of asudden. Breanna never would have to go through this kind of torture.Not unless Belle fixed her. Breanna was supposed to carry on the dreamof X's to create the perfect little girl. Baracia had strayed from it,incorporating all kinds of foreign technology into her, becoming lessof a person and more like a made computer. Breanna, however, had lostthe power to feel happy or sad, to share excitement or foreboding. Shewas almost like those robots from science fiction. Cold. Steely.Unfeeling. Belle growled under her breath. She wished things were backto normal. That she was the only one of her kind that existed. That herfather was alive. And that he loved her more than anything.
Zim popped up next to them again and removed the rest of the sheet.Bell and Breanna gawked. Machine parts and cables trailed out of X'sfront like some sort of gory, multi-armed creature that had just sprungforth from his gut. But if what Zim said was true, this would keep Xalive. Gir gawked, "Ooooohhh!"
Zim smiled, "An Autonomous Life Supp-"
Gir asked, "What is it?"
Zim repeated, "An Autonomous Li-"
"WHAT IS IT!!??" screamed Gir.
Zim glared at Gir, "An Autonomous Life Support machine. Capable ofkeeping our good friend alive, at the expense of his dashing looks."Zim clapped his gloved hands together and rubbed eagerly, "Wanna seesome magic?"
"Magic!?" squealed Gir, "I love magic! Saw me in half!"
Zim groaned.
Belle's eyes did the cutesie puppydog-eye thing, "If this works Zim, I won't know how to thank you..."
Zim chuckled nervously, blushing, "Oh, uh, well, I'm sure... I'm sureyou'll eventually... uh... find a way to, uh... thank me..."
Belle suddenly threw her arms around Zim, emracing him. For a gynoid,she felt incredibly warm against him. Zim went a darker hue of green,typical Irken blushing, as Belle muttered, "I think this will do fornow..." Zim was still bright green as Belle let go of him, the littlegirl's eyes locking with his. He felt oddly fuzzy on the inside all ofa sudden. "Come on," Belle muttered quietly, "Let's do this..."
"Wha? Do what?" Zim muttered, distracted by the cute little girl.
"Bring back my daddy!" she said in a playful commanding tone, pointingat the large table. She grinned, as though about to experience a wholenew kind of joy.
Zim chuckled, "Alrighty, here I go then. Invader Zim, theRessurec-tor." he chuckled to himself, "I shall bring back the dead anduse them to take over this miserable planet! MUAHAHAHA! There will benothing stopping me this time, for I am Zim! Worship me! WORSHIP ME!"
I hope I got Zim there in character...I MADE HIM SAY HIS NAME LIKE SIX TIMES!!Or seven...I can't remember
I'll get the other two parings tomorrow.
CartoonQueen262 on April 2, 2007, 10:28:36 PM
http://www.fanart-central.net/pic-567104.html
Can you draw my characters,the Shadow Girls,with their "Boyfriends"(Notice
how I used air quotes)Within the is a reference for what the Shadow girls look like.I can just give you a description on what the boys look like,ya know,since you said I was such a"talented" writer.I can also tell ya how they get along and such within the description <:D
Can you draw my characters,the Shadow Girls,with their "Boyfriends"(Notice
how I used air quotes)Within the is a reference for what the Shadow girls look like.I can just give you a description on what the boys look like,ya know,since you said I was such a"talented" writer.I can also tell ya how they get along and such within the description <:D
CreamTheMiniMoose on April 2, 2007, 7:10:37 AM
CartoonQueen262 on April 1, 2007, 9:18:40 AM
CartoonQueen262 on March 31, 2007, 12:58:10 PM
CreamTheMiniMoose on March 31, 2007, 11:18:14 AM
CreamTheMiniMoose on March 31, 2007, 11:56:50 AM
Kutless on March 31, 2007, 11:53:19 AM
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V1k on March 6, 2007, 9:12:27 AM
V1k on
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don?t like you.
5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
6. You mean the world to someone.
7. If not for you, someone may not be living.
8. You are special and unique.
9. Someone that you don?t even know exists loves you.
10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likey turned your back on the world.
12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won?t get, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.
13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know.
15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.
Add this as a comment to ten of your friends tonight and at midnight your true love will love you. Something good will happen to you at 2:25 tomorrow. Get ready for the biggest shock of your life. Whoever breaks this chain letter will be cursed with 10 realationship problems for the next ten years tag ur it!! this is so scary!!! Send this to 15 ppl in the next 143 min. and then press F6 and your crushes name will appear in big letters!! it is so scary because it works?. but if you break the chain... you will be crused w/ realationship problems. NO SEND BACKS If you have less than 15 friends its okay.
I TOLD YOU!
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don?t like you.
5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
6. You mean the world to someone.
7. If not for you, someone may not be living.
8. You are special and unique.
9. Someone that you don?t even know exists loves you.
10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likey turned your back on the world.
12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won?t get, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.
13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know.
15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.
Add this as a comment to ten of your friends tonight and at midnight your true love will love you. Something good will happen to you at 2:25 tomorrow. Get ready for the biggest shock of your life. Whoever breaks this chain letter will be cursed with 10 realationship problems for the next ten years tag ur it!! this is so scary!!! Send this to 15 ppl in the next 143 min. and then press F6 and your crushes name will appear in big letters!! it is so scary because it works?. but if you break the chain... you will be crused w/ realationship problems. NO SEND BACKS If you have less than 15 friends its okay.
I TOLD YOU!
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oh yeah i found out about the zine cuzim always in the warejouse district and thats where the rivetheads and ravers and goths and anime fre3aks and cybertech pplz go and one on my sisters friends asked me aboput it and ever sence then i put my art work it there so yeah but i have nny planed out i did him lastnight lol
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rex on February 28, 2007, 4:28:14 AM
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better yet ill do it with you and i can make a pic together and then we can draw our own individual char. and then put them together in a comic strip you want to do that i was thinking about that lastnight and that would be cool you do a version of devi and ill do a version of nny is that cool id like to do that [great minds think alike] lol just thought id say that lol but lets talk about that hit me up any time i might not be on but ill send you something back when i am k
love you,
yo boi,
SP3NS3R
p.s. i said that cuz i look up to you lol yes im a nerd it true lol but i do look up to you and your a nice person and that meens alot to me thanx Z ? < -hugs tight- > ? Z
love you,
yo boi,
SP3NS3R
p.s. i said that cuz i look up to you lol yes im a nerd it true lol but i do look up to you and your a nice person and that meens alot to me thanx Z ? < -hugs tight- > ? Z
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thats cool just dorp me a note when your ready k and thanx ill back you up 110% k i promise that friends is a promise not a label iight but yeah oh and happy valentines day late v-day that is and me b-day is next week yay im turning 17 yay ive waited for this moment for 16 years im show happy lol but yeah i got to study k so ill ttyl later byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyez
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put a strip in it to see if you get noticed by someone thats what i did and jhonen did the same thing thats where i got the idea from i also have him on my myspace me and him talk everyday im trying to get out to san diego for the 07 conicon so i can show him my comics and see if i can get into slavelabor graphics so yeah thats how i started im in that mag so thats y i asked if you want me to put your art work in it
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CartoonQueen262 on February 9, 2007, 11:19:26 PM
Thank you!Made me very happy to here ya liked it.Now here's another part I'm sure you'll love.Breanna is Belle's baby sister so you know.She looks about 5-6
years old .Just so you can picture it.Also,Dr.X is Belle's father yet not his real name let you'll find out later.
Zim grinned, "I GIVE YOOOOOUUU" he held up his new invention high, "The LEMON LAUNCHER!"
X folded his arms, "Okaaaaay..."
Zim's red eyes were wide in delight, as he presented his newcontraption which, by all means, looked like a simple miniaturecatapult, "The lemon launcher is a high-powered throwing device capableof firing GIANT LEMONS OF DOOM at enemies." he was speaking very fast,"The lemon launcher is ALSO configured to fire other weapons, such astennis balls, coconuts and the PIGGIES! The lemon launcher comes withFRESH ammunition and is completely capable of bringing staticcrackliness to almost any type of circuitry, with its seeping juices ofyellow doom! It is now READY! YES! It is ready! It is ready for I amZIM!"
X sighed, "Yes... we know you're Zim."
"Did I tell you it was ready?" Zim asked.
"Yes..."
Gir held a lemon in his suit-covered hands, "I got a lemonz! Lemonstaste great!" he popped the lemon into his mouth and chewed, "Yeah,it's *fritz* really *spark* YUMMY! *crackle*"
"We are now FULLY prepared for any possible gynoid invasion, and ANYgynoid that attacks us shall fall to the great lemoniness! WAHAHAHAHA!"
X sighed as he sat on the Black Stone soil. His leaders REALLY screwed up this time...
Gir rolled around on the ground pointlessly.
Zim's eyes narrowed, "Soon, my friends. Soon, I, Zim, shall become thegreat lemoniser, and nothing will stop me and the lemons! I aminvincible! Nothing can scare me! I-"
"DAD!" came a pair of voices.
Zim squealed loudly and jumped about three feet.
Breanna and Bell had appeared nearby, and rushed toward X, "Daddy!"Breanna threw her arms around him, despite her lack of love for him.Love was an emotion. Breanna had no emotion at all, "We thoughtsomething bad had happened to you!"
X was still glaring at Zim, "You could say that, yes..."
Zim growled, "SILENCE! Enough pointless talk! We must await the arrivalof our foe, to smite them down with the almighty lemon launcher! Withthis device, I am invincible! INVINCIBLE!"
"No you're not." giggled Gir, happily.
"I SAID SILENCE!" Zim snapped.
X brought a hand to his head, rubbing it in exasperation, "You know...sometimes I wish the Council were still here. At least they had apurpose for their existence..."
Belle gave Zim a sorrowful look. She liked Zim, no matter how zany he was. She liked him for his overzealousness.
Zim placed the lemon launcher on the ground, as Gir eyed it gleefully.Zim's fists clenched, "My revenge is near. Soon I shall avenge the girlwho gave her life to save me. The appreciation she had for me died withher and I could never thank her for saving my life. Now, I can finallyrepay her by destroying the... FILTH that killed her. If you'relistening, Samantha, I want you to know that this one's for you."
*Cut to-"
"Got any threes?" Samantha asked.
"Go fish." Grim lazily replied.
Samantha howled, "DAMMIT!"
*Cut back*
"Yes, Samantha, I know you can hear me. I want you to know that Iappreciated what you did and that it will never be forgotten." Zimplaced a hand on his heart as a sign of respect. Breanna rolled hereyes.
X muttered, "So your lemon launcher has limited ammunition?"
Zim nodded, "Yes. Of course! Lemons aren't unlimited."
"Then why is your stupid dog-thing firing them aimlessly off that hill?" X asked.
Zim whirled, "GIR!"
Gir squealed with delight as another of the precious doomy lemonssailed through the sky, spinning through the Black Stone air, beforeplopping into a small stream that wound through the techno-organicgarden. The lemons bobbed on the water as they were carried away by thestream's flow. Zim didn't dare chase them. Water caused his skin toburn.
"No, Gir! I need those lemons!"
"Can lemons fly?" Gir asked as the little catapult sent another lemon flying away.
Belle giggled, but Breanna gawked. If she had emotion she would havebeen staring in quiet disbelief. X growled, impatiently, whilst behindthem a little girl with gleaming black eyes watched, quietly,stealthily.
As Zim wrestled with an amused Gir, Belle turned to her father, "Daddy,we met a funny man! His name is-" she broke off as she caught sight ofwhat stood behind her father. Her white eyes went wide and, ifpossible, even whiter in shock. Her mouth parted but no words formed.Breanna followed her gaze and her eyes went wide as well, in totalhorror, or as near as she could get given her lack of feelings. Belle'smouth moved as though muttering syllables of an inaudible word, notmaking a sound. X regarded her oddly, not understanding. Then when henoticed Breanna was staring too, he got really puzzled. "Baracia..."muttered Belle, her voice a terrified whimper.
"Baracia? His name is also Bara.... oh, no..." X slowly turned, fearingwhat he was about to see. His gaze suddenly met the blank andevil-to-the-core stare of his renegade daughter, who looked indrediblyfurious. She raised a fist, ready to strike-
When both Belle and Breanna tackled her to the ground. The threeimmediately broke into a fight, fists flying toward the black-eyed girl andlikewise back at her two attackers. Their motions instantly became ablur as their powers of combat kicked into gear. X stumbled to hisfeet, backing away, incredibly amazed at the girls and what they weredoing. It was as if they had improved a thousand times over since helast saw Belle fight. Belle's attacks were precise, powerful,co-ordinated. And Breanna moved with such speed and grace that Xconsidered it almost unnatural, even for a gynoid. But Baracia heldthem both off, parrying them with such ease that she could haveprobably done so with her eyes closed. She had just shown up, silently,and would almost certainly killed the cyborg X had Belle not spotted herin time.
Baracia hissed, "Well, sis? Have you gotten any better? I still hopeyou're a good enough challenge for me." Baracia sent a swift punch atBelle's face.
Belle swatted it aside with an upwards kick, "I'm fine, been meeting friends, being a good little girl. Unlike you!"
Baracia chuckled as a pair of dark blue laserbeams shot by her,courtesy of Breanna, "Odd, I thought the idea was for you to be arather bad girl, yourself... or have you been too easily duped by humanbehaviour?"
"We were ALL supposed to be like humans!" Belle protested, her fistcrackling with energy which she sent flying toward Baracia's chest.
Baracia ducked to the side, "That's the problem..."
Breanna strafed Baracia with eyeblast fire, all having no effect,"Belle! Go with dad, take him to a safe place! I'll hold off Baracia foryou!"
"I'm not leaving you here alone!" Belle replied, distracted byBreanna's unexpected comment in time to receive a punch in theshoulder.
"I'll be fine! Besides, I want some one-on-one experience. Go! Daddy needs to be safe, I'll be alright."
Belle gave her sister one last concerned glance before she broke off, back toward her father.
Baracia grinned, "Well, baby sis, I don't think I've had the pleasure of introducing myself."
"Such a pity." Breanna dismissed.
Baracia evaded a sideways backhand and smashed Breanna over the face, knocking her backwards, "My fist says hello!"
Breanna brought a hand to her face, the pain considerable but her mindat a loss to find an appropriate emotional response. Instead, shenarrowed her eyes and focused upon Baracia's head, the known vulnerablepoint in any humanoid. Her dark blue eyes lit up sapphire, before raysof light shot out at Baracia, not intent on missing.
Baracia responded, raising her arm in front of her. A tiny device onher arm flickered before a screen of solid blue energy flung itselfaround the little girl's entire body, crackling, the laserblasts simplyricocheting off. Baracia gave a little 'ta-da!' grin, before the screenof solid light faded and she lowered her arm.
Breanna blinked, her twin ponytails blowing about in the slight breezethat wafted over Black Stone, "A shield? Now I've seen everything."
"Have you seen a person turn themselves inside-out?" Baracia queried.
Breanna shook her head, "No."
"Then you HAVEN'T seen everything!"
They both slammed into each other and remained shoved together beforethey both broke apart and stood, glaring at each other, 15 metersapart. Baracia eyed her opponent. Breanna was a very cute little girl,X had done a good job designing her, and Belle had to take the creditfor putting her together. Breanna's eyes were so blue they couldalmost be black, and they stared at Barasia blankly, without either theanger or fear that Breanna would normally feel. Her duel ponytailsfell against her shoulders before cascading down her back, each asthick as her own body. Despite her relative newness in the world, shewas an incredibly good fighter. But, Baracia deduced, nowhere near asgood as herself. Breanna's fists clenched, and Baracia noticed aslight size difference between the two. If anything, Breanna was evensmaller than Barasia, possessing the body of a kid around five asopposed to Baracia's own body of a seven-year-old. Breanna's navy bluedress rustled in the breeze as Baracia gave her a rather disgusted look.
"And you, someone as remarkable as yourself, fall to the wills of that misguided white insect..."
Breanna tilted her head, "That insect is my sister. My ONLY sister."
Baracia growled at the comment, "So be it!"
Breanna crouched slightly, expecting Baracia to pounce. Instead,Baracia shot a blast from her hand to the side, which struck a nearbytall nethertree and turned an electric green. The same green as fromthe forest. The tree splintered at the bade of the trunk before itstarted to topple over, Breanna standing right underneath it. Baraciasmirked, but Breanna simply raised a fist and allowed the tree tofall. The tree slammed into the ground with a thundering CRRAAAASH!,the branches splitting off and toppling to the ground as well. Baraciachuckled. She didn't even move!
Then, Breanna shot into the sky, out of a hole she had formed in thetree by raising her fist when it fell. Her eyes narrowed and, again,the blue laserlight streamed out, down at the little black evil.Baracia's shield immediately flashed into life, the little girlprotected by the thick barrier of radiating light. Breanna growled.This wasn't looking good. Breanna dropped to the ground and ranforward, hoping that the shield would shatter with a decent punch. Herfist clenched as she charged, Baracia simply standing there, waitingfor her. Breanna swung forward, yelling out as she went, "THIS IS FORRINI!"
Her fist collided with the shield edge, but instead of the shieldshattering under the magnitude of the punch, Breanna's fist crumpledwith a dozen loud popping rips. Breanna blinked, the pain flooding hersenses but once again not registering a single hint of emotion. Herhand did not respond to the signals her brain was sending them. It was,to put it bluntly, busted. Baracia's cackles of amused laughterpervaded through the shield, reaching Breanna's ears and causing thesmaller girl to growl. The shield vanished suddenly as a bolt of darkenergy whistled from Baracia's hand, smacking into Breanna's left leg,exploding. Breanna went down with a grunt, her leg smoking, therubber-like skin melting away, the circuits underneath fried. Her leg,like her hand, would not move. She was down and almost certainly out.Baracia approached the damaged robotic girl, an annoyed glare in hereyes.
Breanna grit her teeth, unable to do a thing now, "I suppose... you want to take over the world or something?"
Baracia gave a loud "HAH!" at the question, "Breanna, the world is notenough. Not by a long shot. I have no intent on conquering this planet.In fact, Nobody will be able to rule this planet when I am through."Baracia bent down, her eyes full of malice. She grabbed Breanna by thethroat and wrenched her up, holding her off the ground, "Remember THIS!I will not be so lenient on you next time we meet. Next time I fightyou, you will die." With that, Baracia hurled the girl to the ground,where she landed on her stomach, her dress doubling back over her body,her silvery petticoat and white panties becoming visible. Baraciathought she looked quite helpless lying there, just as she liked to seeher foes.
Now, where did X get to?
years old .Just so you can picture it.Also,Dr.X is Belle's father yet not his real name let you'll find out later.
Zim grinned, "I GIVE YOOOOOUUU" he held up his new invention high, "The LEMON LAUNCHER!"
X folded his arms, "Okaaaaay..."
Zim's red eyes were wide in delight, as he presented his newcontraption which, by all means, looked like a simple miniaturecatapult, "The lemon launcher is a high-powered throwing device capableof firing GIANT LEMONS OF DOOM at enemies." he was speaking very fast,"The lemon launcher is ALSO configured to fire other weapons, such astennis balls, coconuts and the PIGGIES! The lemon launcher comes withFRESH ammunition and is completely capable of bringing staticcrackliness to almost any type of circuitry, with its seeping juices ofyellow doom! It is now READY! YES! It is ready! It is ready for I amZIM!"
X sighed, "Yes... we know you're Zim."
"Did I tell you it was ready?" Zim asked.
"Yes..."
Gir held a lemon in his suit-covered hands, "I got a lemonz! Lemonstaste great!" he popped the lemon into his mouth and chewed, "Yeah,it's *fritz* really *spark* YUMMY! *crackle*"
"We are now FULLY prepared for any possible gynoid invasion, and ANYgynoid that attacks us shall fall to the great lemoniness! WAHAHAHAHA!"
X sighed as he sat on the Black Stone soil. His leaders REALLY screwed up this time...
Gir rolled around on the ground pointlessly.
Zim's eyes narrowed, "Soon, my friends. Soon, I, Zim, shall become thegreat lemoniser, and nothing will stop me and the lemons! I aminvincible! Nothing can scare me! I-"
"DAD!" came a pair of voices.
Zim squealed loudly and jumped about three feet.
Breanna and Bell had appeared nearby, and rushed toward X, "Daddy!"Breanna threw her arms around him, despite her lack of love for him.Love was an emotion. Breanna had no emotion at all, "We thoughtsomething bad had happened to you!"
X was still glaring at Zim, "You could say that, yes..."
Zim growled, "SILENCE! Enough pointless talk! We must await the arrivalof our foe, to smite them down with the almighty lemon launcher! Withthis device, I am invincible! INVINCIBLE!"
"No you're not." giggled Gir, happily.
"I SAID SILENCE!" Zim snapped.
X brought a hand to his head, rubbing it in exasperation, "You know...sometimes I wish the Council were still here. At least they had apurpose for their existence..."
Belle gave Zim a sorrowful look. She liked Zim, no matter how zany he was. She liked him for his overzealousness.
Zim placed the lemon launcher on the ground, as Gir eyed it gleefully.Zim's fists clenched, "My revenge is near. Soon I shall avenge the girlwho gave her life to save me. The appreciation she had for me died withher and I could never thank her for saving my life. Now, I can finallyrepay her by destroying the... FILTH that killed her. If you'relistening, Samantha, I want you to know that this one's for you."
*Cut to-"
"Got any threes?" Samantha asked.
"Go fish." Grim lazily replied.
Samantha howled, "DAMMIT!"
*Cut back*
"Yes, Samantha, I know you can hear me. I want you to know that Iappreciated what you did and that it will never be forgotten." Zimplaced a hand on his heart as a sign of respect. Breanna rolled hereyes.
X muttered, "So your lemon launcher has limited ammunition?"
Zim nodded, "Yes. Of course! Lemons aren't unlimited."
"Then why is your stupid dog-thing firing them aimlessly off that hill?" X asked.
Zim whirled, "GIR!"
Gir squealed with delight as another of the precious doomy lemonssailed through the sky, spinning through the Black Stone air, beforeplopping into a small stream that wound through the techno-organicgarden. The lemons bobbed on the water as they were carried away by thestream's flow. Zim didn't dare chase them. Water caused his skin toburn.
"No, Gir! I need those lemons!"
"Can lemons fly?" Gir asked as the little catapult sent another lemon flying away.
Belle giggled, but Breanna gawked. If she had emotion she would havebeen staring in quiet disbelief. X growled, impatiently, whilst behindthem a little girl with gleaming black eyes watched, quietly,stealthily.
As Zim wrestled with an amused Gir, Belle turned to her father, "Daddy,we met a funny man! His name is-" she broke off as she caught sight ofwhat stood behind her father. Her white eyes went wide and, ifpossible, even whiter in shock. Her mouth parted but no words formed.Breanna followed her gaze and her eyes went wide as well, in totalhorror, or as near as she could get given her lack of feelings. Belle'smouth moved as though muttering syllables of an inaudible word, notmaking a sound. X regarded her oddly, not understanding. Then when henoticed Breanna was staring too, he got really puzzled. "Baracia..."muttered Belle, her voice a terrified whimper.
"Baracia? His name is also Bara.... oh, no..." X slowly turned, fearingwhat he was about to see. His gaze suddenly met the blank andevil-to-the-core stare of his renegade daughter, who looked indrediblyfurious. She raised a fist, ready to strike-
When both Belle and Breanna tackled her to the ground. The threeimmediately broke into a fight, fists flying toward the black-eyed girl andlikewise back at her two attackers. Their motions instantly became ablur as their powers of combat kicked into gear. X stumbled to hisfeet, backing away, incredibly amazed at the girls and what they weredoing. It was as if they had improved a thousand times over since helast saw Belle fight. Belle's attacks were precise, powerful,co-ordinated. And Breanna moved with such speed and grace that Xconsidered it almost unnatural, even for a gynoid. But Baracia heldthem both off, parrying them with such ease that she could haveprobably done so with her eyes closed. She had just shown up, silently,and would almost certainly killed the cyborg X had Belle not spotted herin time.
Baracia hissed, "Well, sis? Have you gotten any better? I still hopeyou're a good enough challenge for me." Baracia sent a swift punch atBelle's face.
Belle swatted it aside with an upwards kick, "I'm fine, been meeting friends, being a good little girl. Unlike you!"
Baracia chuckled as a pair of dark blue laserbeams shot by her,courtesy of Breanna, "Odd, I thought the idea was for you to be arather bad girl, yourself... or have you been too easily duped by humanbehaviour?"
"We were ALL supposed to be like humans!" Belle protested, her fistcrackling with energy which she sent flying toward Baracia's chest.
Baracia ducked to the side, "That's the problem..."
Breanna strafed Baracia with eyeblast fire, all having no effect,"Belle! Go with dad, take him to a safe place! I'll hold off Baracia foryou!"
"I'm not leaving you here alone!" Belle replied, distracted byBreanna's unexpected comment in time to receive a punch in theshoulder.
"I'll be fine! Besides, I want some one-on-one experience. Go! Daddy needs to be safe, I'll be alright."
Belle gave her sister one last concerned glance before she broke off, back toward her father.
Baracia grinned, "Well, baby sis, I don't think I've had the pleasure of introducing myself."
"Such a pity." Breanna dismissed.
Baracia evaded a sideways backhand and smashed Breanna over the face, knocking her backwards, "My fist says hello!"
Breanna brought a hand to her face, the pain considerable but her mindat a loss to find an appropriate emotional response. Instead, shenarrowed her eyes and focused upon Baracia's head, the known vulnerablepoint in any humanoid. Her dark blue eyes lit up sapphire, before raysof light shot out at Baracia, not intent on missing.
Baracia responded, raising her arm in front of her. A tiny device onher arm flickered before a screen of solid blue energy flung itselfaround the little girl's entire body, crackling, the laserblasts simplyricocheting off. Baracia gave a little 'ta-da!' grin, before the screenof solid light faded and she lowered her arm.
Breanna blinked, her twin ponytails blowing about in the slight breezethat wafted over Black Stone, "A shield? Now I've seen everything."
"Have you seen a person turn themselves inside-out?" Baracia queried.
Breanna shook her head, "No."
"Then you HAVEN'T seen everything!"
They both slammed into each other and remained shoved together beforethey both broke apart and stood, glaring at each other, 15 metersapart. Baracia eyed her opponent. Breanna was a very cute little girl,X had done a good job designing her, and Belle had to take the creditfor putting her together. Breanna's eyes were so blue they couldalmost be black, and they stared at Barasia blankly, without either theanger or fear that Breanna would normally feel. Her duel ponytailsfell against her shoulders before cascading down her back, each asthick as her own body. Despite her relative newness in the world, shewas an incredibly good fighter. But, Baracia deduced, nowhere near asgood as herself. Breanna's fists clenched, and Baracia noticed aslight size difference between the two. If anything, Breanna was evensmaller than Barasia, possessing the body of a kid around five asopposed to Baracia's own body of a seven-year-old. Breanna's navy bluedress rustled in the breeze as Baracia gave her a rather disgusted look.
"And you, someone as remarkable as yourself, fall to the wills of that misguided white insect..."
Breanna tilted her head, "That insect is my sister. My ONLY sister."
Baracia growled at the comment, "So be it!"
Breanna crouched slightly, expecting Baracia to pounce. Instead,Baracia shot a blast from her hand to the side, which struck a nearbytall nethertree and turned an electric green. The same green as fromthe forest. The tree splintered at the bade of the trunk before itstarted to topple over, Breanna standing right underneath it. Baraciasmirked, but Breanna simply raised a fist and allowed the tree tofall. The tree slammed into the ground with a thundering CRRAAAASH!,the branches splitting off and toppling to the ground as well. Baraciachuckled. She didn't even move!
Then, Breanna shot into the sky, out of a hole she had formed in thetree by raising her fist when it fell. Her eyes narrowed and, again,the blue laserlight streamed out, down at the little black evil.Baracia's shield immediately flashed into life, the little girlprotected by the thick barrier of radiating light. Breanna growled.This wasn't looking good. Breanna dropped to the ground and ranforward, hoping that the shield would shatter with a decent punch. Herfist clenched as she charged, Baracia simply standing there, waitingfor her. Breanna swung forward, yelling out as she went, "THIS IS FORRINI!"
Her fist collided with the shield edge, but instead of the shieldshattering under the magnitude of the punch, Breanna's fist crumpledwith a dozen loud popping rips. Breanna blinked, the pain flooding hersenses but once again not registering a single hint of emotion. Herhand did not respond to the signals her brain was sending them. It was,to put it bluntly, busted. Baracia's cackles of amused laughterpervaded through the shield, reaching Breanna's ears and causing thesmaller girl to growl. The shield vanished suddenly as a bolt of darkenergy whistled from Baracia's hand, smacking into Breanna's left leg,exploding. Breanna went down with a grunt, her leg smoking, therubber-like skin melting away, the circuits underneath fried. Her leg,like her hand, would not move. She was down and almost certainly out.Baracia approached the damaged robotic girl, an annoyed glare in hereyes.
Breanna grit her teeth, unable to do a thing now, "I suppose... you want to take over the world or something?"
Baracia gave a loud "HAH!" at the question, "Breanna, the world is notenough. Not by a long shot. I have no intent on conquering this planet.In fact, Nobody will be able to rule this planet when I am through."Baracia bent down, her eyes full of malice. She grabbed Breanna by thethroat and wrenched her up, holding her off the ground, "Remember THIS!I will not be so lenient on you next time we meet. Next time I fightyou, you will die." With that, Baracia hurled the girl to the ground,where she landed on her stomach, her dress doubling back over her body,her silvery petticoat and white panties becoming visible. Baraciathought she looked quite helpless lying there, just as she liked to seeher foes.
Now, where did X get to?
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rex on February 9, 2007, 8:22:36 PM
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Well I'ma tell you how I got started with mine iight.? How I started was my first pic. was Bart Simpson, and he had a brain proble on his head, and 3 moths after I did that, I drew a pic Arnald 4rm Hey Arnald !, and that's how I got to where I am now so yeah, lol
I also helped Mike Shinoba from Linkin Park do the graffiti for the Meteora CD so yeah, I went to school with Mike, Mike and I, used to go to Downtown New Orleans and tag up trains and warehouses and shoot lol so yea lol
I also helped Mike Shinoba from Linkin Park do the graffiti for the Meteora CD so yeah, I went to school with Mike, Mike and I, used to go to Downtown New Orleans and tag up trains and warehouses and shoot lol so yea lol
MyArtStinks on February 8, 2007, 9:04:58 PM
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rex on February 8, 2007, 7:20:58 PM
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CartoonQueen262 on February 7, 2007, 10:20:11 AM
CartoonQueen262 on February 1, 2007, 8:15:46 AM
Kutless on February 1, 2007, 10:36:11 AM
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CartoonQueen262 on February 1, 2007, 8:14:09 AM
Thank you,for the lovely comment glad ya liked it
here's another chunk just to see what ya think.Oh and just one more thing,
all characters are owned by me,even though they act and look like characters
people have seen before.HHope ya like it.
"SUCCESS!" came a resounding squeal from beneath a strange little housein the middle of your average-looking cul-de-sac on the outskirts ofthe giant city of Mechaville. The house was tall and thin, and slightlyslanted to one side. A bunch of cables emerging from the walls of thequeer place embedded themselves into the walls of the neighbouringdomociles, and yet nobody in the history of the little house'sexistence had cared or bothered to noctice. A massive satellite dishmounted on the roof pointed skyward, the giant bronze tumbtack-likeobject connected to the house by a flimsy looking single-joint armwhich looked like it would collapse from the dish's weight at anymoment. The house's three windows were all irregular in shape, slantedand crooked yet completely unconspicuous as far as attracting attentionwas concerned. The front lawn of the little place was small and fenced,with several huge garden gnomes sitting idly, their huge bulbous eyesstaring forward along the central footpath that stretched from thefront door to the sidewalk. A big red flag that read 'I *loveheart* Earth'was standing by the front fence.
Within the walls of the strange house, beyond the front door with the'Mens Room' sign, and down the many elevators and tubes, a smallgreen-skinned alien cackled with complete glee as his ruby orb eyesstared into the large cylindrical tube placed upon his desk, whichcontained a strange blue liquid and a spherical object in the verymiddle, floating in place. The little alien sniggered, "At last, I(ZIM!) have finally created the perfectly doomy weapon needed to atlast grant me the power that I have deserved for so long! Thesehumans... their habits are difficult for even an me to avoid. If youcannot destroy them, control them! That is why I (ZIM!) have created-"he unscrewed the metal lid of the container and pulled the sphere out.He held it in his gloved hand, clutching it tight, the liquid drippingoff it to reveal....
A red tennisball?
"The child-monkey thinking-organ controller ball!"
His only audience, Gir and a tiny little purple-blue moose, only stared. After a few moments, Gir went "Oooooh!"
"Part of our mission was to analyse human activity, am I right Gir?"
The little robot's blue eyes blinked, its slightly conical head tilting to the right in a show of idiocy.
"Of course I'm right!" Zim barked when he got no answer, hisbluish-black antennae bobbing, the cloak he wore swishing about hisknees and ankles. "For a long time now, I have been observing the humanchild-monkeys and their primitive tendencies at the timeframe known asRecess. After much espionage work, I have decided to infiltrate andexploit a most common ritual amongst the child-monkeys, a ritual knownas.... 'Handball'."
"I wanna play! Pick me!" squealed Gir. Minimoose squeaked loudly.
Zim's ruby eyes narrowed, "Later, Gir. I have not explained the brilliance of my new invention yet!"
"Does it make tacos?" Gir asked.
"No."
"Not interested." Gir folded his arms, glancing away. He missed Belle a lot.
Zim glanced, "Minimoose?"
"Squeak!"
"What are your thoughts in my new invention?"
"Squeak!"
Zim nodded, "It IS round, Minimoose. Most astute."
Minimoose grinned stupidly.
"How does it work?" asked Gir.
"Simple." Zim yelled, even his talking voice well above the normaldecibel level. "From what I have gathered, human child heirarchy isdetermined by several criteria, but overall, what affects a human'sstatus amongst the ranks of the schoolyard is a factor known as'popularity'. The human children fleshsacks have their various ways ofholding rank amongst each other, like the order of height, withtitles such as 'cool', 'hip', 'fly' and 'down wid it'. If I cansuccessfully exploit this rank structure, I can gain reputation amongstthem, drawing more and more of them into my new order. Soon my army offollowers will engulf the world, and at last I (ZIM!) can overthrowthis pathetic water-soaked planet and distinguish myself as one of thegreatest, doomiest, most powerful Invaders of the Empire! And onsecret assignment, too, hahahaha!"
Gir wrenched the ball out of Zim's hands and opened his mouth wide, "Bacon ball! YUMMY!"
"No Gir, NO!" Zim yelped, ripping the ball from Gir's hands, the robotlooking upset, "This is not stinky Earth food! This is the key toDOMINATION! With this ball I can enter the realms of 'Handball' andclaim leadership over them all by bringing a ball, which automaticallyclasses me as 'cool'. As my reputation grows, so will my power! Soon, I(ZIM!) will be UNSTOPPABLE!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Squeak." agreed Minimoose.
The display monitor clicked on behind Zim, without him noticing. Then it spoke in a huge voice, "INCOMING MESSAGE!"
"WAAAARGH!" Zim yelped, jumping in fright, arms flailing.
Gir beamed, "You got, like, three feet of air that time!"
"PASSWORD NEEDED!" roared the computer. Zim placed the ball back intoits containment unit and sat back in a comfy-looking and futuristicchair that rose out from the floor, "Unstoppable doom machine." Zimrecited with a calm smile. Life as an Invader was mostly comfortable,when he was not out fighting his nemesis Dib or putting up with Gir'sincompetence. A familiar visage greeted him, two pairs of eyes, onepurple, the other red, glaring at him. Those eyes belonged to faces.Those faces were of Zim's leaders .And theylooked ticked.
" I am honoured that you have contacted me at such an hour, a must pleasantly unexpected-"
"Oh, cut the crap Zim." Redd dismissed, growling. Of the two leaders, he looked the most annoyed.
"How may I serve your greatness...ness..."
"This is a progress report call, Zim, nothing fancy."
"I see!" Zim beamed, as though it were excellent news. "Things aregoing well, the conquering of Earth is at hand, expect it soon."
"You told us that the last three times." Purple growled.
"Four." corrected Redd, with an air of superiority about his voice. Thetwo leaders were quite alike, only color distinguishing them. Zimwondered if they were related, which they probably were. Both spawnedfrom the same incubation tanks.
"That's because the conquering of Earth has been at hand for quite some time." Zim grinned.
Redd dismissed it with a wave, "Forgive our impatience, but thesooner you conquer Earth, the sooner... we can leave you there."
"I promised the moon to Gir." was Zim's non-sequitur.
"Riiiiiiiiight..." muttered Redd. Zim could not work out why he would beannoyed. He could see from their surrounds, were notaboard their flagship, which had recently been seriouslydamaged by an unidentified space creature.
"What news do you have for me?" asked Zim, twiddling his fingers.
Purple glanced down at an offscreen source of information, probablyanother screen readout, "Well, we've managed to annex our 300th planetwithin the last four hours.It has been a..."he narrowed his eyes and glared at Zim, "resounding success."
Zim tilted his head, "Why are you glaring at me like-"
Redd gave a sudden sly grin, "Oh, by the way. We got a message from Invader Takette."
Purple nodded, "Uh huh, she still hates you."
Zim smiled. "And what other news have you? And uh... why are you so mad?"
Redd growled, "Do you REALLY need to know?"
"Yes. Yes I do."
Redd sighed, "Alright.... throughout the day we have been receivingcalls from other Invaders, detecting a relatively large spatial objectflying past their assigned planets. It got close enough to one planetfor a scan. And..."
Zim was on the edge of his seat, as though watching a tense drama movie, "What? WHAT!?"
"The ship is of Cluster origin." Red finished, loathing in his voice.
"The same race that damaged the armada?" asked Zim.
"That's right. The Cluster are staging a full-scale arms explosion,from what I can see. Vexus, their Queen, has completely changed. She'sno longer interested in capturing robots to join her armies, she'sinterested in crushing other civilisations under her might."
"Just like we are." Purple noted.
"We can't have anyone challenging the might of the us! Not theZerg, not the Galactic Guardians, and not the Cluster." Redd hissed,"The sooner you conquer Earth, Zim, the sooner we can rally ourInvaders to squash those who challenge us!"
Purple was staring at a screen nearby, "Message from Invader Gookex onplanet Ganymede... that Cluster starship's been detected. He knowswhere it's headed."
"Where?" asked Redd, turning to his counterpart.
Purple whispered something to him, and Redd's face broke out into adevious smile. He chuckled for a few moments before he told Zim,"Actually, I want you to stay on Earth as long as you possibly can.Consider it... extended assignment."
"My assignment has been extended!?"
"Your work has been so... excellent... that we have decided to keep youon Earth until further notice. Get comfy... enjoy your time there...heheheh."
"My leaders, wait-" the screen went black, replaced with the trademark emblem, "wait! Hello? HELLO!? Are you there ? Hey! hhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeyyyyyy! Hello!!!"
Redd returned, "Zim, SHUT UP!" the screen went black again.
Zim swivelled in his chair, "Now why would they- Gir! Don't drool onthe containment unit!" Zim thought out aloud, "Why keep me (ZIM!) on aplanet even after it is conquered if I am needed to help defend themighty Empire itself?" Minimoose was floating nearby, as Gir madefaces against the cold see-through walls of the container which heldthe ball. He probably still thought it was bacon. Zim palmed hisforehead.
That was when everything went dark and red lights began flashingeverywhere, accompanied by a terribly loud siren that made Zim'santennae curl. Even Gir started flashing in unison, although he wasprobably just doing it for the hell of it. The computer's thundrousvoice blared, "INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!"
"Computer!" cried Zim, but there was no response, his voice drowned outby the screaming sirens and alarms. He staggered out of his chair,toward the circle on the ground that marked the point where the liftwas. He stepped onto it, still holding his head, "COMPUTER!" he howled."SHUT OFF THE NOISE!" This time the computer acknowledged, the klaxongoing silent and leaving a terrible ringing in Zim's ears(or if he had ears). He took adeep breath through his eyes and sighed. The lights still flashed redaround him, as Gir and Minimoose joined him on the round platform,which began to rise up into an awaiting overhead tube.
"Gir! Identify intruder! It is too late at night for pitiful little humanto do his pitiful little spying because of his pitiful little bedtime.A human custom that I (ZIM!) am gladly free from."
Gir's head opened up and a screen connected to hover jets flew up andout. It was small enough to fit in Gir's head, but big enough for Zimto see what was on it. The view came from one of the lawngnomes perchedin the front yard, their mouths carrying cameras which served as partof the house's tight security net. The image was as dark as the sky inthe background, a single streetlight (which was old and flickering)doing its best to light up whatever it was that had been seized in thefront yard. Zim saw a shadowed figure roughly the size of a humanchild. He stood corrected; maybe the human WAS out late.
"Apprehend it, my lawngnomes!" Zim called, in triumph. One of thelawngnomes in the background of the picture swivelled and edged towardthe unmoving humanoid, its arms ending in balled fists that were ableto seize and hold almost anything without releasing it. As it sidledforward, the humanoid's head turned toward it. Zim felt his spine andPAK tingle when light reflected off what appeared to be its left eye,which was huge and circular. The lawngnome suddenly dashed at it, goingfor a surprise attack. The shadowed humanoid incredibly leapt rightover it!
Gir squealed again, and Minimoose squeaked in outrage as the lawngnomeglanced left and right, trying to find the intruder, who had landedbehind it. Zim glared at it with scrutiny. Nothing that human had ever createdbeforehand had ever increased his agility to a degree where he couldeven evade a lawngnome dash, let alone vault right over one! The liftstopped and Zim stepped out of the disc the floor had created. Gir was clinging to hisleg, quivering. Minimoose was floating at eye-level.
The filming lawn-gnome made a move to grab the intruder. Zim kept hiseye on the floating screen as they passed through the loungeroom, agiant portrait of a monkey-like creature with green fur staring down atthem. Gir let go of Zim's leg and jumped onto the couch, reaching forthe remote control. There was a flash of light outside, and the screenwent black instantly. Half a second later, a blast blew the frontwindows out. Gir yelped and jumped onto Zim's head. Zim chuckled, "YOUgot three feet of air that ti- WARGH!"
Zim jumped aside just as one of the lawngnomes went slamming throughthe door, crashing onto the carpet and sending splinters whippingthrough the air. Minimoose beat a few shards of wood away with itsnubs. Zim hissed. Earth currency was hard to find, and getting enoughto get his door replaced would be tricky. "Well, Dan, I hope you enjoythe last few moments you get to trash my security system! Destroying mystuff does not help my mood, you see. Therefore, enjoy your few momentsof trashing liberty, before you feel the wrath of ZI- GIR GET OFF MYHEAD!"
The robot gave a fearful whimper, and flopped to the floor. "I'm scaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaared..."
Zim blinked, "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.......................I DON'TCARE!" From out of his PAK, four spindly metal arms popped out, redspheres at their ends. From the spheres, long arms shot downward,lifting Zim off the floor completely, four spiderlike legs, extendingfrom his PAK, holding his body off the floor. He scuttled forward, butbefore he could get out the door, a pair of poorly-built humanoidrobots rolled out of the nearby closet, in front of Zim and then outonto the footpath. The lawngnome on the carpet was still smoking. Aloud CLUNK heralded the two piecemeal robots being ripped to pieces,Zim grimacing. Gir hadn't moved; he seemed immobilised.
Zim, with great apprehension, sided one of his PAK-legs toward thedoor, expecting it to be blown off as soon as it touched the coldcement of his footpath. When the thin metal shaft touched the concrete,there was no blast, no flash of light and no explosion. The leg wasuntouched, and he brought the second one forward, then the third and(not surprisingly) the fourth, stepping out into the cold night air.The air smelt of oncoming rain and stinky human garbage coming fromnearby trashcans. Gir was poking his head around the doorframe.
Ahead of Zim stood what looked like a disgrace to science, or maybe acatastrophe of it. A robotic creature, roughly humanoid, with frayedparts and pieces on its arms and legs. Well... what was left of itsarms. One arm was practically missing, whilst the other was severedjust below the elbow. The back of its left leg was ripped open andsparking, the robot clearly mis-handled. It glared at Zim, one eye nomore that a huge round optical disc or reflective white, the other inthe general shape of an eye (but without an iris), encrusted around theedges with a strange flaky substance that looked a bit like grime. Zimnoticed that the strange material was sticking to other parts of itsbattered body. Syringe-like devices deployed from Zim's leg joints.
"YOU are not welcome here, human contraption! Bow and kiss the footpath of ZIM!"
The robot stared at him, as though unable to quite believe what it wasseeing. Zim's jaw twitched. He was having a hard time not showing hisfear, since he saw that two of the other lawngnomes were nearby,headless. The robot stepped forward, and Zim backed away. It made nomove to blast him, though. Its mouth, which was merely a metal flap atthe base of its head, opened and closed soundlessly. Was it trying tosay something? In the state it was in, Zim would not be surprised ifits voice was inoperative. Even Gir was in better condition than thisone, and Gir (unbeknownst to Zim) had been built from scrapped parts.
"Explain your presence here!" Zim ordered, "Or I will make you suffer large for your intruuuuuuuuuuuuuuusion!"
The robot didn't move. Its mouth-flap still swivelled open and closed.From inside its relatively exposed chest, all kinds of implants wereflickering and spinning, each little mechanism to the robot'soperation. Zim noticed that the upper chest was damaged and poorlyrepaired. "Stupid stinking human workmanship! The robot was a mess, andhad turned Zim's yard into an even bigger mess. What had Dib made THISthing for!?" he thought
"Very well then, human metal-thing, FEEL THE WRATH OF-"
"Zim.......?"
Zim stopped dead, his mouth hanging open in mid-proclamation. Gir, bythe door, made a gasping noise. Minimoose squeaked in incomprehension.The robot had spoken... and when it did... it spoke with a voice thatZim thought he'd never hear again. He hung pathetically from hisspider-arms for a moment, gawping, before he snapped back to reality,"No! No, you are a deception! A ruse created by that big-headedmeatball Dan to disorient me!"
"Zim.... how..."
Zim growled, "Silence, imposter!"
"I... need... your.... help..."
He blinked, "What!? After you trash my precious lawngnomes androbotic servants, and destroy my door!? You dare impersonate-"
"Zim.... please... you... do not... understand." The robot was having a hard time speaking.
Zim grit his teeth, "How can I be certain that it's you?"
Gir stuck its head around the doorframe a bit more, and both robotslooked each other in the eye. The robot gave an odd noise, somethingthat Zim didn't quite catch because it had been so heavily damaged. Butonce Gir had ran outside and jumped into the arms (or what remained) ofthe robot with a delighted yell of joy, he understood. It was not adeception. Despite what he had heard... it had survived. It.....she.... HER!
"Zim.... fix.... me?" asked the robot. Minimoose was floating upsidedown beside Zim's head, grinning stupidly. Minimoose was originallymade to replace Gir, but it turned out to be no better than Zim'soriginal sidekick/slave. He kept them both together. As the robot heldGir, it swivelled side to side slowly. The same way she always used to.
Zim didn't quite know what to think, but the sooner he could fix her,the better, "Well.... you have a lot to explain, you know."
"So.... do.... you...."
Zim stepped aside, "Come in, quickly. Falling water weather, soon, weneed to get inside. After I fix you up," Zim's legs retracted, reducingthe him to the height of the robot, "you can tell me everything."
The robot walked into the house, with a sidewards glance at him, Gir snug in its arms, "Thank.... you.... Zim...."
Zim heard the distant rumble of thunder, the sign of an oncomingdownpour. His skin hated water, and he avoided it at all cost. He had agood reason to remain indoors. He'd fix the gnomes and the door in themorning, "Welcome home.... Belle."
here's another chunk just to see what ya think.Oh and just one more thing,
all characters are owned by me,even though they act and look like characters
people have seen before.HHope ya like it.
"SUCCESS!" came a resounding squeal from beneath a strange little housein the middle of your average-looking cul-de-sac on the outskirts ofthe giant city of Mechaville. The house was tall and thin, and slightlyslanted to one side. A bunch of cables emerging from the walls of thequeer place embedded themselves into the walls of the neighbouringdomociles, and yet nobody in the history of the little house'sexistence had cared or bothered to noctice. A massive satellite dishmounted on the roof pointed skyward, the giant bronze tumbtack-likeobject connected to the house by a flimsy looking single-joint armwhich looked like it would collapse from the dish's weight at anymoment. The house's three windows were all irregular in shape, slantedand crooked yet completely unconspicuous as far as attracting attentionwas concerned. The front lawn of the little place was small and fenced,with several huge garden gnomes sitting idly, their huge bulbous eyesstaring forward along the central footpath that stretched from thefront door to the sidewalk. A big red flag that read 'I *loveheart* Earth'was standing by the front fence.
Within the walls of the strange house, beyond the front door with the'Mens Room' sign, and down the many elevators and tubes, a smallgreen-skinned alien cackled with complete glee as his ruby orb eyesstared into the large cylindrical tube placed upon his desk, whichcontained a strange blue liquid and a spherical object in the verymiddle, floating in place. The little alien sniggered, "At last, I(ZIM!) have finally created the perfectly doomy weapon needed to atlast grant me the power that I have deserved for so long! Thesehumans... their habits are difficult for even an me to avoid. If youcannot destroy them, control them! That is why I (ZIM!) have created-"he unscrewed the metal lid of the container and pulled the sphere out.He held it in his gloved hand, clutching it tight, the liquid drippingoff it to reveal....
A red tennisball?
"The child-monkey thinking-organ controller ball!"
His only audience, Gir and a tiny little purple-blue moose, only stared. After a few moments, Gir went "Oooooh!"
"Part of our mission was to analyse human activity, am I right Gir?"
The little robot's blue eyes blinked, its slightly conical head tilting to the right in a show of idiocy.
"Of course I'm right!" Zim barked when he got no answer, hisbluish-black antennae bobbing, the cloak he wore swishing about hisknees and ankles. "For a long time now, I have been observing the humanchild-monkeys and their primitive tendencies at the timeframe known asRecess. After much espionage work, I have decided to infiltrate andexploit a most common ritual amongst the child-monkeys, a ritual knownas.... 'Handball'."
"I wanna play! Pick me!" squealed Gir. Minimoose squeaked loudly.
Zim's ruby eyes narrowed, "Later, Gir. I have not explained the brilliance of my new invention yet!"
"Does it make tacos?" Gir asked.
"No."
"Not interested." Gir folded his arms, glancing away. He missed Belle a lot.
Zim glanced, "Minimoose?"
"Squeak!"
"What are your thoughts in my new invention?"
"Squeak!"
Zim nodded, "It IS round, Minimoose. Most astute."
Minimoose grinned stupidly.
"How does it work?" asked Gir.
"Simple." Zim yelled, even his talking voice well above the normaldecibel level. "From what I have gathered, human child heirarchy isdetermined by several criteria, but overall, what affects a human'sstatus amongst the ranks of the schoolyard is a factor known as'popularity'. The human children fleshsacks have their various ways ofholding rank amongst each other, like the order of height, withtitles such as 'cool', 'hip', 'fly' and 'down wid it'. If I cansuccessfully exploit this rank structure, I can gain reputation amongstthem, drawing more and more of them into my new order. Soon my army offollowers will engulf the world, and at last I (ZIM!) can overthrowthis pathetic water-soaked planet and distinguish myself as one of thegreatest, doomiest, most powerful Invaders of the Empire! And onsecret assignment, too, hahahaha!"
Gir wrenched the ball out of Zim's hands and opened his mouth wide, "Bacon ball! YUMMY!"
"No Gir, NO!" Zim yelped, ripping the ball from Gir's hands, the robotlooking upset, "This is not stinky Earth food! This is the key toDOMINATION! With this ball I can enter the realms of 'Handball' andclaim leadership over them all by bringing a ball, which automaticallyclasses me as 'cool'. As my reputation grows, so will my power! Soon, I(ZIM!) will be UNSTOPPABLE!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Squeak." agreed Minimoose.
The display monitor clicked on behind Zim, without him noticing. Then it spoke in a huge voice, "INCOMING MESSAGE!"
"WAAAARGH!" Zim yelped, jumping in fright, arms flailing.
Gir beamed, "You got, like, three feet of air that time!"
"PASSWORD NEEDED!" roared the computer. Zim placed the ball back intoits containment unit and sat back in a comfy-looking and futuristicchair that rose out from the floor, "Unstoppable doom machine." Zimrecited with a calm smile. Life as an Invader was mostly comfortable,when he was not out fighting his nemesis Dib or putting up with Gir'sincompetence. A familiar visage greeted him, two pairs of eyes, onepurple, the other red, glaring at him. Those eyes belonged to faces.Those faces were of Zim's leaders .And theylooked ticked.
" I am honoured that you have contacted me at such an hour, a must pleasantly unexpected-"
"Oh, cut the crap Zim." Redd dismissed, growling. Of the two leaders, he looked the most annoyed.
"How may I serve your greatness...ness..."
"This is a progress report call, Zim, nothing fancy."
"I see!" Zim beamed, as though it were excellent news. "Things aregoing well, the conquering of Earth is at hand, expect it soon."
"You told us that the last three times." Purple growled.
"Four." corrected Redd, with an air of superiority about his voice. Thetwo leaders were quite alike, only color distinguishing them. Zimwondered if they were related, which they probably were. Both spawnedfrom the same incubation tanks.
"That's because the conquering of Earth has been at hand for quite some time." Zim grinned.
Redd dismissed it with a wave, "Forgive our impatience, but thesooner you conquer Earth, the sooner... we can leave you there."
"I promised the moon to Gir." was Zim's non-sequitur.
"Riiiiiiiiight..." muttered Redd. Zim could not work out why he would beannoyed. He could see from their surrounds, were notaboard their flagship, which had recently been seriouslydamaged by an unidentified space creature.
"What news do you have for me?" asked Zim, twiddling his fingers.
Purple glanced down at an offscreen source of information, probablyanother screen readout, "Well, we've managed to annex our 300th planetwithin the last four hours.It has been a..."he narrowed his eyes and glared at Zim, "resounding success."
Zim tilted his head, "Why are you glaring at me like-"
Redd gave a sudden sly grin, "Oh, by the way. We got a message from Invader Takette."
Purple nodded, "Uh huh, she still hates you."
Zim smiled. "And what other news have you? And uh... why are you so mad?"
Redd growled, "Do you REALLY need to know?"
"Yes. Yes I do."
Redd sighed, "Alright.... throughout the day we have been receivingcalls from other Invaders, detecting a relatively large spatial objectflying past their assigned planets. It got close enough to one planetfor a scan. And..."
Zim was on the edge of his seat, as though watching a tense drama movie, "What? WHAT!?"
"The ship is of Cluster origin." Red finished, loathing in his voice.
"The same race that damaged the armada?" asked Zim.
"That's right. The Cluster are staging a full-scale arms explosion,from what I can see. Vexus, their Queen, has completely changed. She'sno longer interested in capturing robots to join her armies, she'sinterested in crushing other civilisations under her might."
"Just like we are." Purple noted.
"We can't have anyone challenging the might of the us! Not theZerg, not the Galactic Guardians, and not the Cluster." Redd hissed,"The sooner you conquer Earth, Zim, the sooner we can rally ourInvaders to squash those who challenge us!"
Purple was staring at a screen nearby, "Message from Invader Gookex onplanet Ganymede... that Cluster starship's been detected. He knowswhere it's headed."
"Where?" asked Redd, turning to his counterpart.
Purple whispered something to him, and Redd's face broke out into adevious smile. He chuckled for a few moments before he told Zim,"Actually, I want you to stay on Earth as long as you possibly can.Consider it... extended assignment."
"My assignment has been extended!?"
"Your work has been so... excellent... that we have decided to keep youon Earth until further notice. Get comfy... enjoy your time there...heheheh."
"My leaders, wait-" the screen went black, replaced with the trademark emblem, "wait! Hello? HELLO!? Are you there ? Hey! hhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeyyyyyy! Hello!!!"
Redd returned, "Zim, SHUT UP!" the screen went black again.
Zim swivelled in his chair, "Now why would they- Gir! Don't drool onthe containment unit!" Zim thought out aloud, "Why keep me (ZIM!) on aplanet even after it is conquered if I am needed to help defend themighty Empire itself?" Minimoose was floating nearby, as Gir madefaces against the cold see-through walls of the container which heldthe ball. He probably still thought it was bacon. Zim palmed hisforehead.
That was when everything went dark and red lights began flashingeverywhere, accompanied by a terribly loud siren that made Zim'santennae curl. Even Gir started flashing in unison, although he wasprobably just doing it for the hell of it. The computer's thundrousvoice blared, "INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!"
"Computer!" cried Zim, but there was no response, his voice drowned outby the screaming sirens and alarms. He staggered out of his chair,toward the circle on the ground that marked the point where the liftwas. He stepped onto it, still holding his head, "COMPUTER!" he howled."SHUT OFF THE NOISE!" This time the computer acknowledged, the klaxongoing silent and leaving a terrible ringing in Zim's ears(or if he had ears). He took adeep breath through his eyes and sighed. The lights still flashed redaround him, as Gir and Minimoose joined him on the round platform,which began to rise up into an awaiting overhead tube.
"Gir! Identify intruder! It is too late at night for pitiful little humanto do his pitiful little spying because of his pitiful little bedtime.A human custom that I (ZIM!) am gladly free from."
Gir's head opened up and a screen connected to hover jets flew up andout. It was small enough to fit in Gir's head, but big enough for Zimto see what was on it. The view came from one of the lawngnomes perchedin the front yard, their mouths carrying cameras which served as partof the house's tight security net. The image was as dark as the sky inthe background, a single streetlight (which was old and flickering)doing its best to light up whatever it was that had been seized in thefront yard. Zim saw a shadowed figure roughly the size of a humanchild. He stood corrected; maybe the human WAS out late.
"Apprehend it, my lawngnomes!" Zim called, in triumph. One of thelawngnomes in the background of the picture swivelled and edged towardthe unmoving humanoid, its arms ending in balled fists that were ableto seize and hold almost anything without releasing it. As it sidledforward, the humanoid's head turned toward it. Zim felt his spine andPAK tingle when light reflected off what appeared to be its left eye,which was huge and circular. The lawngnome suddenly dashed at it, goingfor a surprise attack. The shadowed humanoid incredibly leapt rightover it!
Gir squealed again, and Minimoose squeaked in outrage as the lawngnomeglanced left and right, trying to find the intruder, who had landedbehind it. Zim glared at it with scrutiny. Nothing that human had ever createdbeforehand had ever increased his agility to a degree where he couldeven evade a lawngnome dash, let alone vault right over one! The liftstopped and Zim stepped out of the disc the floor had created. Gir was clinging to hisleg, quivering. Minimoose was floating at eye-level.
The filming lawn-gnome made a move to grab the intruder. Zim kept hiseye on the floating screen as they passed through the loungeroom, agiant portrait of a monkey-like creature with green fur staring down atthem. Gir let go of Zim's leg and jumped onto the couch, reaching forthe remote control. There was a flash of light outside, and the screenwent black instantly. Half a second later, a blast blew the frontwindows out. Gir yelped and jumped onto Zim's head. Zim chuckled, "YOUgot three feet of air that ti- WARGH!"
Zim jumped aside just as one of the lawngnomes went slamming throughthe door, crashing onto the carpet and sending splinters whippingthrough the air. Minimoose beat a few shards of wood away with itsnubs. Zim hissed. Earth currency was hard to find, and getting enoughto get his door replaced would be tricky. "Well, Dan, I hope you enjoythe last few moments you get to trash my security system! Destroying mystuff does not help my mood, you see. Therefore, enjoy your few momentsof trashing liberty, before you feel the wrath of ZI- GIR GET OFF MYHEAD!"
The robot gave a fearful whimper, and flopped to the floor. "I'm scaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaared..."
Zim blinked, "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.......................I DON'TCARE!" From out of his PAK, four spindly metal arms popped out, redspheres at their ends. From the spheres, long arms shot downward,lifting Zim off the floor completely, four spiderlike legs, extendingfrom his PAK, holding his body off the floor. He scuttled forward, butbefore he could get out the door, a pair of poorly-built humanoidrobots rolled out of the nearby closet, in front of Zim and then outonto the footpath. The lawngnome on the carpet was still smoking. Aloud CLUNK heralded the two piecemeal robots being ripped to pieces,Zim grimacing. Gir hadn't moved; he seemed immobilised.
Zim, with great apprehension, sided one of his PAK-legs toward thedoor, expecting it to be blown off as soon as it touched the coldcement of his footpath. When the thin metal shaft touched the concrete,there was no blast, no flash of light and no explosion. The leg wasuntouched, and he brought the second one forward, then the third and(not surprisingly) the fourth, stepping out into the cold night air.The air smelt of oncoming rain and stinky human garbage coming fromnearby trashcans. Gir was poking his head around the doorframe.
Ahead of Zim stood what looked like a disgrace to science, or maybe acatastrophe of it. A robotic creature, roughly humanoid, with frayedparts and pieces on its arms and legs. Well... what was left of itsarms. One arm was practically missing, whilst the other was severedjust below the elbow. The back of its left leg was ripped open andsparking, the robot clearly mis-handled. It glared at Zim, one eye nomore that a huge round optical disc or reflective white, the other inthe general shape of an eye (but without an iris), encrusted around theedges with a strange flaky substance that looked a bit like grime. Zimnoticed that the strange material was sticking to other parts of itsbattered body. Syringe-like devices deployed from Zim's leg joints.
"YOU are not welcome here, human contraption! Bow and kiss the footpath of ZIM!"
The robot stared at him, as though unable to quite believe what it wasseeing. Zim's jaw twitched. He was having a hard time not showing hisfear, since he saw that two of the other lawngnomes were nearby,headless. The robot stepped forward, and Zim backed away. It made nomove to blast him, though. Its mouth, which was merely a metal flap atthe base of its head, opened and closed soundlessly. Was it trying tosay something? In the state it was in, Zim would not be surprised ifits voice was inoperative. Even Gir was in better condition than thisone, and Gir (unbeknownst to Zim) had been built from scrapped parts.
"Explain your presence here!" Zim ordered, "Or I will make you suffer large for your intruuuuuuuuuuuuuuusion!"
The robot didn't move. Its mouth-flap still swivelled open and closed.From inside its relatively exposed chest, all kinds of implants wereflickering and spinning, each little mechanism to the robot'soperation. Zim noticed that the upper chest was damaged and poorlyrepaired. "Stupid stinking human workmanship! The robot was a mess, andhad turned Zim's yard into an even bigger mess. What had Dib made THISthing for!?" he thought
"Very well then, human metal-thing, FEEL THE WRATH OF-"
"Zim.......?"
Zim stopped dead, his mouth hanging open in mid-proclamation. Gir, bythe door, made a gasping noise. Minimoose squeaked in incomprehension.The robot had spoken... and when it did... it spoke with a voice thatZim thought he'd never hear again. He hung pathetically from hisspider-arms for a moment, gawping, before he snapped back to reality,"No! No, you are a deception! A ruse created by that big-headedmeatball Dan to disorient me!"
"Zim.... how..."
Zim growled, "Silence, imposter!"
"I... need... your.... help..."
He blinked, "What!? After you trash my precious lawngnomes androbotic servants, and destroy my door!? You dare impersonate-"
"Zim.... please... you... do not... understand." The robot was having a hard time speaking.
Zim grit his teeth, "How can I be certain that it's you?"
Gir stuck its head around the doorframe a bit more, and both robotslooked each other in the eye. The robot gave an odd noise, somethingthat Zim didn't quite catch because it had been so heavily damaged. Butonce Gir had ran outside and jumped into the arms (or what remained) ofthe robot with a delighted yell of joy, he understood. It was not adeception. Despite what he had heard... it had survived. It.....she.... HER!
"Zim.... fix.... me?" asked the robot. Minimoose was floating upsidedown beside Zim's head, grinning stupidly. Minimoose was originallymade to replace Gir, but it turned out to be no better than Zim'soriginal sidekick/slave. He kept them both together. As the robot heldGir, it swivelled side to side slowly. The same way she always used to.
Zim didn't quite know what to think, but the sooner he could fix her,the better, "Well.... you have a lot to explain, you know."
"So.... do.... you...."
Zim stepped aside, "Come in, quickly. Falling water weather, soon, weneed to get inside. After I fix you up," Zim's legs retracted, reducingthe him to the height of the robot, "you can tell me everything."
The robot walked into the house, with a sidewards glance at him, Gir snug in its arms, "Thank.... you.... Zim...."
Zim heard the distant rumble of thunder, the sign of an oncomingdownpour. His skin hated water, and he avoided it at all cost. He had agood reason to remain indoors. He'd fix the gnomes and the door in themorning, "Welcome home.... Belle."
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She felt a blistering rage inside herself every time she rememberedBreanna's last intelligable words to her. Their father, their onlylink, was not the giant, aspiring mutant creature she had been broughtup to believe he was. Instead he was a mere human intellectual, altereddue to his own blindness and carelessness by some freakish chemical,transformed into a form he could actually be proud of. She didn't killhim when she blasted him with the weapon she thought would rip himapart. She only changed him back. It made her sick, sometimes, to thinkthat the people who were responsible for her existence were the oneswho, in what was only a matter of time, would soon be burning under thered hot fury of their overloading sun. They gave her life. In return,she would give them hell.
Her thoughts of loathing were interrupted as Bulldog almost crashedinto her as she made a turn down an intersection of steely hallways. Hequickly apologised and hung his head, sorry to have gotten in her way.
"Bulldog, cut the suck-up nonsense. I'm not mad or anything." she toldhim. Boredom oozed from her voice. She was glad he had arrived. Theycould face what was ahead of them together. Not that she couldn't do italone.
Bulldog seemed to brighten, "I haven't felt so good in a long time." henoted, "It's like everything we've ever worked toward, and... andeverything we've sacrificed is paying off!"
Baracia grinned, "Well, it's just beginning right now. And if it feels good now, you just wait."
"I think it's because of what happened the other day with the Power girls. I mean... that's progress, right?"
"Not until we get some answers." Baracia shrugged. They were on theirway to get them now, "But the good thing is there's no going back now."
"How long until..." he lowered his voice, "...you know..."
"A matter of days." Baracia said with a huge grin. "Here we go..." shepointed to the large double doors ahead, which read 'Containment Unit'.
"That fight was awesome; I wanna do it again!" Bulldog beamed, makingBaracia chuckle a bit. "The Power girls looked devastated, didn't they?Belle melting in front of them like that! I loved every moment!"
Baracia stopped outside the doors and pressed a small input beside it.She nodded, sharing his elation. But her cheeriness ebbed away quickly,"Too bad it was just a trick..." she muttered, and they both enteredthe parting opening. She took a few steps into the room and halted,folding her arms and smirking, "Check the scanners. I wanna have somefun." she asked of him. Then she stepped forward some more, her smirkfixed on her face, "Well well well... not too big and tough now, arewe?"
"Go to hell..." was the reply. In the center of the room's unexcitingfloor was a large circular pod, built into the plating and glowing ontop like a beacon. It projected dim rays of light upward, toward anidentical pod hanging from the roof. It was a simple tractor beamdevice, idea for holding stuff in place. Several robotic arms builtonto the walls had extended toward the unit, little sensors on theirtips, taking all sorts of readings. The unit was active, and it heldits occupant in place a few feet off the floor. Baracia thought shelooked miserable. Good. She wanted her to be miserable. It helped inthe demoralising process. Wouldn't take long at this rate to break her.
Baracia smiled sweetly, hands behind her back, walking toward the unitslowly, "Mind your manners, Belle. You're the guest here after all."
Belle hung limply in the middle of the tractor unit, arms limp by hersides. She was completely undamaged apart from a few bruises and a tearupon her arm that had a brownish-red substance coating and surroundingit, dry and brittle. Dark gray anklets and bracelets were claspedaround her wrists and legs, but the unit did not need their help tokeep her in place. She looked terrible, her eyes sullen, "I don'trecall accepting your invitation."
Baracia giggled, "You're cute when you're pissed off."
"I've been here for over a day... and I've had no sleep..." Belle growled, "I'm only gonna get cuter, then..."
"You don't need sleep, you're beyond that." Baracia growled with adismissive wave. Bulldog was checking a work station nearby that waslinked to the four sensor arms.
"I need to regenerate, then!" Belle retorted, jerking herself forward,but the tractors pulled her back into place. This room, empty asidefrom the boring robotic equipment and the annoying hum of thecontainment unit, was her prison. Grumpy was an understatement.
Baracia shrugged, "Not my fault you turn to human maintenance. Livelike a human and it quickly becomes uncomfortable. Not my fault at all."
Belle hissed, her hair falling across her face, "They'll find you....They'll find this ship and destroy it! They'll find this unit and shutif off... and... then I'm gonna kill you!"
Baracia beamed, "Not gonna happen. You see, to them it looked like youwere disintegrated into sandy ash, all that was left of their poorlittle adopted sister. They have no idea that the light masked thetranslocator beam that brought you up here. The ash, remnants of theformer crew of this ship, was sent down in your place. They thinkyou're dead. And they won't come for you. You're alone again... mylittle sister."
Belle hissed, "Do NOT call me that!"
"We've more in common than what you have with those three. You, atleast, have the chance to realise that. Breanna was past the point ofno return. And before you ask, no. That blast that consumed her was notmasking a translocator beam. It was genuine."
Belle shook her head, "You never gave up, did you... this was your plan!Rip me away from them and make me yours again! Even after everythingBreanna told you!"
"I don't care if what she said was solid truth or just some stupid lie!" Baracia retorted, "It doesn't change our destiny."
"DESTINY!?" Belle spat, "What the hell would YOU know of destiny!? Ifyou followed your true destiny, you'd be nothing more than a burnt-outwreck back at Stone! That way, your future would be up to Daddy, and ifhe did bring you back, we could live together as a family! And I wouldnever have known about Daddy's secret! And I'd never have to bringBreanna into existence and take care of her by myself. And... and I'dNEVER have seen all the suffering that you caused! I don't care whatkind of destiny you believe in, Baracia, because ours always lied withour creator!"
"Bell-"
Belle continued, ignoring her, "We could have been together! We couldhave been HAPPY! But those jerks from the Cluster took you and made yousick in the head! They changed you and... and influenced you! And nowyou think you're some sort of messiah that's gonna change the way theuniverse works for the better! You don't need me! You don't needANYONE!"
"Belle!" Baracia tried again, but was cut off.
"WE'RE NOT SISTERS ANYMORE!" Belle screamed, the tractors unable to holdthe tiny tears that fell from her eyes in place. "WE'RE NOTHING TO EACHOTHER!"
"Belle stop being a frackING MORON!" Baracia screamed back, even louder.The room went completely silent for a moment, apart from theuninterrupted rumble of the ship's engines and the hum of thecontainment pods. Then Baracia composed herself, "Forgive my French..."
Belle snarled, her teeth just as white as her hair.
Baracia shook her head, "You're so ungrateful. What I am trying to dois help you. I want you to share in the prize that we seek. I want tohelp you fulfill our father's dream, and maybe even make a name for himdespite everything he was! Why can't you just SEE that, Belle!? Ofcourse I never gave up! Not when someone as sophisticated andincredible as you is stuck in a sub-standard existence. There are nodistractions anymore. None of those Power girls liars to sway you back. Ihave you, Belle." she floated up toward her, "I have you right where Iwant you..." she leaned in close to Belle's face and whispered to her,"I'm going... to make everything right again." she spoke in a voice sohushed it was almost loving, "I am going to fix you."
"Fix me!?" Belle seethed, trying her best to writhe from the holdingmachine's grip but failing, "You're the one that needs fixing!Everything that you've done is the work of some long-dead technician'sfoolish programming! What is it about ME that needs fixing after whatYOU have done!?"
Baracia chuckled, backing away, averting her gaze, "Hehe, yeah.... what indeed..."
Belle grumbled to herself.
Baracia suddenly lashed out with a pair of pitch-blade blades that hadpopped out from her fingers, the streaks of shadow whipping up soquickly that Belle barely had time to close her eyes. A horrid rippingsplit her ears and a tremendous searing pain engulfed her face,stinging and searing and tormenting brutally. She gave a scream ofcomplete anguish as her face was ripped open, falling forward a littledespite the tractor's hold. She felt something ooze down across hernose, onto her lips and chin, dripping to the floor.
Baracia roared, "THAT IS WHAT NEEDS SO MUCH GODDAMN FIXING!"
Belle's simulated breaths came in rattling rasps, her tears mixing withthe crimson fluids pouring down from her face from two wounds, oneacross her cheek and the bridge of her nose, the other from her templeto her forehead. Baracia had barely missed raking her eyes out. Theblood began to pour down her forehead and into her eyes, clouding hervision and making them sting as well. "I... didn't.... ask for this..."Belle managed to say between whimpers, sobs and gasps.
"Hook me up to the readouts, Bulldog." Baracia ordered, her cute facadenow out the window and in the trashcan. Bulldog tapped a few buttons,tying the sensors into Baracia's brain. At the same time the four armsjerked and waved their sensors up and down Belle's body, uncovering allshe needed. Bulldog signalled with a nod, and Baracia folded her armsas she received the precious data. Belle felt nothing, but knew she washelpless. She couldn't move her arms to wipe the crimson gunk from hereyes, and when she tried to blink it out she only forced it deeper intothe sockets, making her whimpers louder and her tears more abundant.Baracia huffed, "Just as I thought. A synthetic, colored liquidcoursed around your body by a chest-centered pump that beats twice asecond and faster when matching physical reactions, such as fear. Iwonder how fast I can get that little heart of yours to pump, hm? I'dbe happy to find ou..." her voice trailed off as something far moresurprising reached her mind. The scans around Belle's torso had revealedanother device she was unfamiliar with. Her face showed puzzlement,"You have... a black box of nothingness around your chest area, do youknow that?"
Belle hissed, the stinging in her eyes making her voice choke up. Shemanaged to reply with "N-Nobody knows... what it is-" her head jerkedinvoluntarily as another anguishing sting ravaged her eyes. "TheProfessor could never work out what it was or what it did..."
Baracia gave a surprised 'Huh...' "I suggest he run a more thoroughsearch in future. That's a block of solid Chemical inside you."
Belle's eyes shot open, astonished, only allowing more blood to run intothem. But she didn't care. "That... that's impossible!" she muttered,"Chemical is a liquid... how is it able to...?"
"Looks like the area around the box is within a small sealed vacuum,allowing the temperature to drop and the Chemical to solidify..."Baracia beamed, understanding, "Oh, Belle, do you realise...? The thingthat makes you and Breanna so powerful in times of need is this thing!The miraculous, it-can-do-anything Chemical..." then her expressionswitched to enraged in one pump of Belle's artificial heart, "THE SAMECHEMICAL THAT RUNS THROUGH THOSE GIRLS ON EARTH!" she screamed,startling Belle. Baracia's fists clenched, "I don't know what our fatherdid to you, but I swear by all the stars in the sky, I'm gonna rip thatfreakin' box out of you and start you afresh if I have to! He neverabandoned Chemical at all! he only reserved it as... as a last-ditcheffort! And your eyes turn black when it's in use, yeah!? It's like aboost in power so extreme that not even he was aware of is unlimitedpotential, despite being stricken by it like he was! And... and I wasnever blessed with that box... no... my eyes were black to beginwith... he only made me basic, didn't he, yes..." it dawned on her,"Without it, you're nothing! Just like those girls! I'll show you thattrue power doesn't come from some sort of freakish blob of.... STUFF!"she floated right up to Belle again, and growled to her, "It didn't saveBreanna... so it's as good as worthless to you too. Let me free youfrom it. Let me show you a life of unlimited possibility... Let me freeyou, Belle. Don't let what happened to that little blue whelp happen toyou too!"
Belle sniffled, "B-Breanna, she..." she choked up again, let out a loudsob, and continued, "She wasn't made to be like me! I wanted her tolive a happier life! One without people like you! One with a familythat could love and support her. But I knew that would be impossible!She could fight, but I never wanted her to... because I knew she couldget hurt. I never knew about the box... it came with the rest of herparts... but it didn't matter..." she met Baracia's eyes, "You killedher. She was a peaceful, loving, beautiful girl, your own baby sister,and you freakin' MURDERED her!" tears rolled from her eyes, stained alight red.
Baracia sighed, resigned, and glanced away, "I realise she meant a lot to you."
"More than anything you could imagine! You'd never love ANYTHING the way I loved Breanna."
Baracia threw a quick glance at Bulldog, who fortunately for her wasnot looking. Then she turned back to Belle, "If she meant... so much toyou, then... let me help you bring her back."
"Wha..?"
"Let me help you by correcting my terrible error. An oversight.Together, you and I, we can bring her back. And just as she was in theoriginal blueprints, she can be our little sister. Our protege. Maybeeven a successor. Another ascendant to the throne of conquest ourfather set the path for. And that way, all three of us, we can... putthis tiny rock of humans behind us and rule the universe. TheShadow girls. Together! Reunification as it should be!"
Belle dropped her gaze to the floor, her head sinking forward, her spikyfringe almost catching Baracia's nose. Baracia thought she was cryingstill, but her shoulders began to shudder, and the sound of raspylaughter came from the bloodied girl's mouth. Baracia raised aneyebrow. Then Belle looked up. Malice, along with blood, filled hereyes, "The first chance I get... whether I'm rescued or you shut offthis tractor beam... I am going to rip you to pieces." she spokethrough clenched teeth, "How dare you insist that Breanna should joinyou! She was too kind, too gentle, too... too PERFECT to do that! Iswear, once I get out of this stupid machine, I'm gonna kill you."
Baracia stared at her, silently as though observing her and thinking toherself. Then she dropped to the floor, "Tell ya what." she sent athought to the ship's computer. The hum from the tractor died away, andBelle felt the cold air beneath her rush past as she smackedunceremoniously into the floor. She felt her knees jar, taking thestress of her weight as she fell. She quickly got to her feet,snarling. Baracia folded her arms, "Come and get me. Here. Right now."
Belle obliged, fists clenched, blood still pouring down her face,dripping onto her dress and staining it. She charged forward, her hairtrailing serenly. Baracia had made fun of Breanna, about her life, herdeath, and now in death. Belle wanted nothing more than to see Baraciaburn. By any means. She drew back her fist. She wouldn't just kill heron the spot, oh no, she wanted to see her scream as she tortured her,the pain so extreme yet unable to kill her. Only a decisive blow woulddo that. She wanted to savour it. She had her now. She wanted it. Sheallowed it. Baracia would not escape this ti-
With another signal to the computer, Baracia grinned. There was a deephum, almost like a deep tuning fork had been struck. Belle felt an oddsensation around her ankles and wrists, where those strange silverbracelets had been placed. With a ferocity so sudden that it nearlyripped her arms off, the bracelets snapped together, pulling her armsbehind her back. At the same time the anklets snapped together, bindingher legs. Magnetised. She wobbled pathetically in place for a momentbefore she fell forward with a yelp, her nose smashing into the floor,blood falling in a rather disgusting spatter to the floor around herface. She groaned, wondering if something in her nose had been broken.She started to sob again. Rage had blinded common sense. She had falleninto Baracia's trap yet again.
The midnight-eyed girl stooped down and fiddled with Belle's hair, whichbegan to soak the blood up like straws. She chuckled with satisfaction.Bulldog watched on, too, so very gleeful. "As long as you act likethis, Belle, you'll keep those restraining clasps on at all times. I canpolarise them in an instant and when they lock together there's nobreaking the bind. Their attraction can be so strong that they'd crushother metals just to lock together. So yeah... you're going nowhere.Not yet, anyway."
She grabbed Belle by the hair, bringing the convicted child to her feetforcefully. Belle whimpered as her hair was pulled, "Ow ow ow ow ow owow OW!" Baracia moved in front of her, gave her a once-over glance asthough examining her, then picked her up around the waist and throwingher forward, reactivating the tractor as she did so. Belle's body waspulled back into its overwhelming grasp, floating in the centre of theroom once again. A moment later the binds around her legs and armsfaded, and they separated, the cuffs no longer magnetised. Tears wererolling down Belle's face again.
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She felt a blistering rage inside herself every time she rememberedBreanna's last intelligable words to her. Their father, their onlylink, was not the giant, aspiring mutant creature she had been broughtup to believe he was. Instead he was a mere human intellectual, altereddue to his own blindness and carelessness by some freakish chemical,transformed into a form he could actually be proud of. She didn't killhim when she blasted him with the weapon she thought would rip himapart. She only changed him back. It made her sick, sometimes, to thinkthat the people who were responsible for her existence were the oneswho, in what was only a matter of time, would soon be burning under thered hot fury of their overloading sun. They gave her life. In return,she would give them hell.
Her thoughts of loathing were interrupted as Bulldog almost crashedinto her as she made a turn down an intersection of steely hallways. Hequickly apologised and hung his head, sorry to have gotten in her way.
"Bulldog, cut the suck-up nonsense. I'm not mad or anything." she toldhim. Boredom oozed from her voice. She was glad he had arrived. Theycould face what was ahead of them together. Not that she couldn't do italone.
Bulldog seemed to brighten, "I haven't felt so good in a long time." henoted, "It's like everything we've ever worked toward, and... andeverything we've sacrificed is paying off!"
Baracia grinned, "Well, it's just beginning right now. And if it feels good now, you just wait."
"I think it's because of what happened the other day with the Power girls. I mean... that's progress, right?"
"Not until we get some answers." Baracia shrugged. They were on theirway to get them now, "But the good thing is there's no going back now."
"How long until..." he lowered his voice, "...you know..."
"A matter of days." Baracia said with a huge grin. "Here we go..." shepointed to the large double doors ahead, which read 'Containment Unit'.
"That fight was awesome; I wanna do it again!" Bulldog beamed, makingBaracia chuckle a bit. "The Power girls looked devastated, didn't they?Belle melting in front of them like that! I loved every moment!"
Baracia stopped outside the doors and pressed a small input beside it.She nodded, sharing his elation. But her cheeriness ebbed away quickly,"Too bad it was just a trick..." she muttered, and they both enteredthe parting opening. She took a few steps into the room and halted,folding her arms and smirking, "Check the scanners. I wanna have somefun." she asked of him. Then she stepped forward some more, her smirkfixed on her face, "Well well well... not too big and tough now, arewe?"
"Go to hell..." was the reply. In the center of the room's unexcitingfloor was a large circular pod, built into the plating and glowing ontop like a beacon. It projected dim rays of light upward, toward anidentical pod hanging from the roof. It was a simple tractor beamdevice, idea for holding stuff in place. Several robotic arms builtonto the walls had extended toward the unit, little sensors on theirtips, taking all sorts of readings. The unit was active, and it heldits occupant in place a few feet off the floor. Baracia thought shelooked miserable. Good. She wanted her to be miserable. It helped inthe demoralising process. Wouldn't take long at this rate to break her.
Baracia smiled sweetly, hands behind her back, walking toward the unitslowly, "Mind your manners, Belle. You're the guest here after all."
Belle hung limply in the middle of the tractor unit, arms limp by hersides. She was completely undamaged apart from a few bruises and a tearupon her arm that had a brownish-red substance coating and surroundingit, dry and brittle. Dark gray anklets and bracelets were claspedaround her wrists and legs, but the unit did not need their help tokeep her in place. She looked terrible, her eyes sullen, "I don'trecall accepting your invitation."
Baracia giggled, "You're cute when you're pissed off."
"I've been here for over a day... and I've had no sleep..." Belle growled, "I'm only gonna get cuter, then..."
"You don't need sleep, you're beyond that." Baracia growled with adismissive wave. Bulldog was checking a work station nearby that waslinked to the four sensor arms.
"I need to regenerate, then!" Belle retorted, jerking herself forward,but the tractors pulled her back into place. This room, empty asidefrom the boring robotic equipment and the annoying hum of thecontainment unit, was her prison. Grumpy was an understatement.
Baracia shrugged, "Not my fault you turn to human maintenance. Livelike a human and it quickly becomes uncomfortable. Not my fault at all."
Belle hissed, her hair falling across her face, "They'll find you....They'll find this ship and destroy it! They'll find this unit and shutif off... and... then I'm gonna kill you!"
Baracia beamed, "Not gonna happen. You see, to them it looked like youwere disintegrated into sandy ash, all that was left of their poorlittle adopted sister. They have no idea that the light masked thetranslocator beam that brought you up here. The ash, remnants of theformer crew of this ship, was sent down in your place. They thinkyou're dead. And they won't come for you. You're alone again... mylittle sister."
Belle hissed, "Do NOT call me that!"
"We've more in common than what you have with those three. You, atleast, have the chance to realise that. Breanna was past the point ofno return. And before you ask, no. That blast that consumed her was notmasking a translocator beam. It was genuine."
Belle shook her head, "You never gave up, did you... this was your plan!Rip me away from them and make me yours again! Even after everythingBreanna told you!"
"I don't care if what she said was solid truth or just some stupid lie!" Baracia retorted, "It doesn't change our destiny."
"DESTINY!?" Belle spat, "What the hell would YOU know of destiny!? Ifyou followed your true destiny, you'd be nothing more than a burnt-outwreck back at Stone! That way, your future would be up to Daddy, and ifhe did bring you back, we could live together as a family! And I wouldnever have known about Daddy's secret! And I'd never have to bringBreanna into existence and take care of her by myself. And... and I'dNEVER have seen all the suffering that you caused! I don't care whatkind of destiny you believe in, Baracia, because ours always lied withour creator!"
"Bell-"
Belle continued, ignoring her, "We could have been together! We couldhave been HAPPY! But those jerks from the Cluster took you and made yousick in the head! They changed you and... and influenced you! And nowyou think you're some sort of messiah that's gonna change the way theuniverse works for the better! You don't need me! You don't needANYONE!"
"Belle!" Baracia tried again, but was cut off.
"WE'RE NOT SISTERS ANYMORE!" Belle screamed, the tractors unable to holdthe tiny tears that fell from her eyes in place. "WE'RE NOTHING TO EACHOTHER!"
"Belle stop being a frackING MORON!" Baracia screamed back, even louder.The room went completely silent for a moment, apart from theuninterrupted rumble of the ship's engines and the hum of thecontainment pods. Then Baracia composed herself, "Forgive my French..."
Belle snarled, her teeth just as white as her hair.
Baracia shook her head, "You're so ungrateful. What I am trying to dois help you. I want you to share in the prize that we seek. I want tohelp you fulfill our father's dream, and maybe even make a name for himdespite everything he was! Why can't you just SEE that, Belle!? Ofcourse I never gave up! Not when someone as sophisticated andincredible as you is stuck in a sub-standard existence. There are nodistractions anymore. None of those Power girls liars to sway you back. Ihave you, Belle." she floated up toward her, "I have you right where Iwant you..." she leaned in close to Belle's face and whispered to her,"I'm going... to make everything right again." she spoke in a voice sohushed it was almost loving, "I am going to fix you."
"Fix me!?" Belle seethed, trying her best to writhe from the holdingmachine's grip but failing, "You're the one that needs fixing!Everything that you've done is the work of some long-dead technician'sfoolish programming! What is it about ME that needs fixing after whatYOU have done!?"
Baracia chuckled, backing away, averting her gaze, "Hehe, yeah.... what indeed..."
Belle grumbled to herself.
Baracia suddenly lashed out with a pair of pitch-blade blades that hadpopped out from her fingers, the streaks of shadow whipping up soquickly that Belle barely had time to close her eyes. A horrid rippingsplit her ears and a tremendous searing pain engulfed her face,stinging and searing and tormenting brutally. She gave a scream ofcomplete anguish as her face was ripped open, falling forward a littledespite the tractor's hold. She felt something ooze down across hernose, onto her lips and chin, dripping to the floor.
Baracia roared, "THAT IS WHAT NEEDS SO MUCH GODDAMN FIXING!"
Belle's simulated breaths came in rattling rasps, her tears mixing withthe crimson fluids pouring down from her face from two wounds, oneacross her cheek and the bridge of her nose, the other from her templeto her forehead. Baracia had barely missed raking her eyes out. Theblood began to pour down her forehead and into her eyes, clouding hervision and making them sting as well. "I... didn't.... ask for this..."Belle managed to say between whimpers, sobs and gasps.
"Hook me up to the readouts, Bulldog." Baracia ordered, her cute facadenow out the window and in the trashcan. Bulldog tapped a few buttons,tying the sensors into Baracia's brain. At the same time the four armsjerked and waved their sensors up and down Belle's body, uncovering allshe needed. Bulldog signalled with a nod, and Baracia folded her armsas she received the precious data. Belle felt nothing, but knew she washelpless. She couldn't move her arms to wipe the crimson gunk from hereyes, and when she tried to blink it out she only forced it deeper intothe sockets, making her whimpers louder and her tears more abundant.Baracia huffed, "Just as I thought. A synthetic, colored liquidcoursed around your body by a chest-centered pump that beats twice asecond and faster when matching physical reactions, such as fear. Iwonder how fast I can get that little heart of yours to pump, hm? I'dbe happy to find ou..." her voice trailed off as something far moresurprising reached her mind. The scans around Belle's torso had revealedanother device she was unfamiliar with. Her face showed puzzlement,"You have... a black box of nothingness around your chest area, do youknow that?"
Belle hissed, the stinging in her eyes making her voice choke up. Shemanaged to reply with "N-Nobody knows... what it is-" her head jerkedinvoluntarily as another anguishing sting ravaged her eyes. "TheProfessor could never work out what it was or what it did..."
Baracia gave a surprised 'Huh...' "I suggest he run a more thoroughsearch in future. That's a block of solid Chemical inside you."
Belle's eyes shot open, astonished, only allowing more blood to run intothem. But she didn't care. "That... that's impossible!" she muttered,"Chemical is a liquid... how is it able to...?"
"Looks like the area around the box is within a small sealed vacuum,allowing the temperature to drop and the Chemical to solidify..."Baracia beamed, understanding, "Oh, Belle, do you realise...? The thingthat makes you and Breanna so powerful in times of need is this thing!The miraculous, it-can-do-anything Chemical..." then her expressionswitched to enraged in one pump of Belle's artificial heart, "THE SAMECHEMICAL THAT RUNS THROUGH THOSE GIRLS ON EARTH!" she screamed,startling Belle. Baracia's fists clenched, "I don't know what our fatherdid to you, but I swear by all the stars in the sky, I'm gonna rip thatfreakin' box out of you and start you afresh if I have to! He neverabandoned Chemical at all! he only reserved it as... as a last-ditcheffort! And your eyes turn black when it's in use, yeah!? It's like aboost in power so extreme that not even he was aware of is unlimitedpotential, despite being stricken by it like he was! And... and I wasnever blessed with that box... no... my eyes were black to beginwith... he only made me basic, didn't he, yes..." it dawned on her,"Without it, you're nothing! Just like those girls! I'll show you thattrue power doesn't come from some sort of freakish blob of.... STUFF!"she floated right up to Belle again, and growled to her, "It didn't saveBreanna... so it's as good as worthless to you too. Let me free youfrom it. Let me show you a life of unlimited possibility... Let me freeyou, Belle. Don't let what happened to that little blue whelp happen toyou too!"
Belle sniffled, "B-Breanna, she..." she choked up again, let out a loudsob, and continued, "She wasn't made to be like me! I wanted her tolive a happier life! One without people like you! One with a familythat could love and support her. But I knew that would be impossible!She could fight, but I never wanted her to... because I knew she couldget hurt. I never knew about the box... it came with the rest of herparts... but it didn't matter..." she met Baracia's eyes, "You killedher. She was a peaceful, loving, beautiful girl, your own baby sister,and you freakin' MURDERED her!" tears rolled from her eyes, stained alight red.
Baracia sighed, resigned, and glanced away, "I realise she meant a lot to you."
"More than anything you could imagine! You'd never love ANYTHING the way I loved Breanna."
Baracia threw a quick glance at Bulldog, who fortunately for her wasnot looking. Then she turned back to Belle, "If she meant... so much toyou, then... let me help you bring her back."
"Wha..?"
"Let me help you by correcting my terrible error. An oversight.Together, you and I, we can bring her back. And just as she was in theoriginal blueprints, she can be our little sister. Our protege. Maybeeven a successor. Another ascendant to the throne of conquest ourfather set the path for. And that way, all three of us, we can... putthis tiny rock of humans behind us and rule the universe. TheShadow girls. Together! Reunification as it should be!"
Belle dropped her gaze to the floor, her head sinking forward, her spikyfringe almost catching Baracia's nose. Baracia thought she was cryingstill, but her shoulders began to shudder, and the sound of raspylaughter came from the bloodied girl's mouth. Baracia raised aneyebrow. Then Belle looked up. Malice, along with blood, filled hereyes, "The first chance I get... whether I'm rescued or you shut offthis tractor beam... I am going to rip you to pieces." she spokethrough clenched teeth, "How dare you insist that Breanna should joinyou! She was too kind, too gentle, too... too PERFECT to do that! Iswear, once I get out of this stupid machine, I'm gonna kill you."
Baracia stared at her, silently as though observing her and thinking toherself. Then she dropped to the floor, "Tell ya what." she sent athought to the ship's computer. The hum from the tractor died away, andBelle felt the cold air beneath her rush past as she smackedunceremoniously into the floor. She felt her knees jar, taking thestress of her weight as she fell. She quickly got to her feet,snarling. Baracia folded her arms, "Come and get me. Here. Right now."
Belle obliged, fists clenched, blood still pouring down her face,dripping onto her dress and staining it. She charged forward, her hairtrailing serenly. Baracia had made fun of Breanna, about her life, herdeath, and now in death. Belle wanted nothing more than to see Baraciaburn. By any means. She drew back her fist. She wouldn't just kill heron the spot, oh no, she wanted to see her scream as she tortured her,the pain so extreme yet unable to kill her. Only a decisive blow woulddo that. She wanted to savour it. She had her now. She wanted it. Sheallowed it. Baracia would not escape this ti-
With another signal to the computer, Baracia grinned. There was a deephum, almost like a deep tuning fork had been struck. Belle felt an oddsensation around her ankles and wrists, where those strange silverbracelets had been placed. With a ferocity so sudden that it nearlyripped her arms off, the bracelets snapped together, pulling her armsbehind her back. At the same time the anklets snapped together, bindingher legs. Magnetised. She wobbled pathetically in place for a momentbefore she fell forward with a yelp, her nose smashing into the floor,blood falling in a rather disgusting spatter to the floor around herface. She groaned, wondering if something in her nose had been broken.She started to sob again. Rage had blinded common sense. She had falleninto Baracia's trap yet again.
The midnight-eyed girl stooped down and fiddled with Belle's hair, whichbegan to soak the blood up like straws. She chuckled with satisfaction.Bulldog watched on, too, so very gleeful. "As long as you act likethis, Belle, you'll keep those restraining clasps on at all times. I canpolarise them in an instant and when they lock together there's nobreaking the bind. Their attraction can be so strong that they'd crushother metals just to lock together. So yeah... you're going nowhere.Not yet, anyway."
She grabbed Belle by the hair, bringing the convicted child to her feetforcefully. Belle whimpered as her hair was pulled, "Ow ow ow ow ow owow OW!" Baracia moved in front of her, gave her a once-over glance asthough examining her, then picked her up around the waist and throwingher forward, reactivating the tractor as she did so. Belle's body waspulled back into its overwhelming grasp, floating in the centre of theroom once again. A moment later the binds around her legs and armsfaded, and they separated, the cuffs no longer magnetised. Tears wererolling down Belle's face again.
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That would be great if I could,maybe I can get help from my uncle,he works for
some sort of little art place and his house is his own living masterpiece.Seriously,there's designs everywhere in his house!It's also my dream to turn all the comics and other works that I have to do with my characters into one huge animated film one day.Yet for now,all I can do is draw it,and then I got to get my hands on some of that computer programing stuff to
make it look more screenshot-like,and then on ward to the animation!I hope I
can make it 3-D animation,makes it look more real :D
For the pics of the sins,planning on making it start from Youngest to Oldest.
Meaning Gluttony is up next.
some sort of little art place and his house is his own living masterpiece.Seriously,there's designs everywhere in his house!It's also my dream to turn all the comics and other works that I have to do with my characters into one huge animated film one day.Yet for now,all I can do is draw it,and then I got to get my hands on some of that computer programing stuff to
make it look more screenshot-like,and then on ward to the animation!I hope I
can make it 3-D animation,makes it look more real :D
For the pics of the sins,planning on making it start from Youngest to Oldest.
Meaning Gluttony is up next.
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thats excited i wanted to do animation when i was younger and i would get mad because my career aptitude test told me that was meant to be a construction worker. anyway, i ended up getting a job at a shipyard -_- go figure. but i still love drawing.
anyways, i that if you cant get it animated you should definately submit your ideas for $$$ cause your VERY creative. and being creative is better than being able to draw.
anyways, i that if you cant get it animated you should definately submit your ideas for $$$ cause your VERY creative. and being creative is better than being able to draw.
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Great to hear,did ya read the transcript in the pic "Shadow Girls"?Cause you would of find out her real name,and just how deadly Nightmares is.Yet if ya didn't,Nightmares real name is Baracia,pronounced as BARA-SEE-AH.Fairytales real name is Belle.Looks like Baracia might become
more popular based on your comment :D
more popular based on your comment :D
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Actualy, I haven't given up, I just haven't posted anything in a really long time. (I wasn't stisfied with any of it.) I got a tablet and a CG program for Christmas, so right now I'm working on making something with that, and it should be up sometime within the next......year or so.....I hope. ^_^ It'll be up as soon as I get it done, but I have no idea when that'll be.
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bout that pic? crispin whytehead?
it actually wasn't on paint, it was on this thing like paint, but it had layers and stuff like that...but i wasn't sure what to put it under, 'caus it only did really basic stuff soooooo yeah... :)
just clearing that up!
thanks for the comment by the way! you're so nice, you comment a lot off my stuff...
it actually wasn't on paint, it was on this thing like paint, but it had layers and stuff like that...but i wasn't sure what to put it under, 'caus it only did really basic stuff soooooo yeah... :)
just clearing that up!
thanks for the comment by the way! you're so nice, you comment a lot off my stuff...
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It really seems that whether we realize it or not, we all come to Fan Art Central for a reason; because we have a problem; we're unsatisfied with what is put in front of us. I used to be one intelligent little sucker back in a once glorious past, but such fortune has subsided since then. I have become rigid, and not long ago I had begun to lose a platinum luster I had in my eyes when I was younger and full of hope. My skin used to be beautiful, that aswell, has vanished; I apparently used to be a nymph, but now I have descended to the level of a troll; grasping at whatever's left of my past; it's a sad site, really.
And, in my time of desperation, I desided to venture in the fantasy world of the internet. So, I have made my nest in this website. And I made a friend her. She's a little goth/emo girl named Ana (x_Andr0m3da_x). She's like a little daughter-patient to me, I care about her so. Also, I have entered the vivid world of goths, who I find remind me of the good times, the colorful, evanescent childhood of mine. They are not at all what they appear. They dress in black threads, but they are so colorful-- they are as colorful as the rainbow; beyond the rainbow; beyond this place we call Earth; beyond the Milky Way, beyond the galaxy, beyond the universe, beyond anything that ever was and anything that ever will be... Angels in fishnet stockings, short black skirts, and dark make up...
....I have spoken.
And, in my time of desperation, I desided to venture in the fantasy world of the internet. So, I have made my nest in this website. And I made a friend her. She's a little goth/emo girl named Ana (x_Andr0m3da_x). She's like a little daughter-patient to me, I care about her so. Also, I have entered the vivid world of goths, who I find remind me of the good times, the colorful, evanescent childhood of mine. They are not at all what they appear. They dress in black threads, but they are so colorful-- they are as colorful as the rainbow; beyond the rainbow; beyond this place we call Earth; beyond the Milky Way, beyond the galaxy, beyond the universe, beyond anything that ever was and anything that ever will be... Angels in fishnet stockings, short black skirts, and dark make up...
....I have spoken.
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Thanks! I built that car (1982 Mercury LN7) with my dad over the course of 3 and a half years!
next spring I'm putting in my new motor and transmission (1.9 litre high output 4 cyl, and a 5-speed)
Are you into cars at all?
BTW, your a machinist! That's so cool! Next week I should be starting my new job as a machinist's helper, and hopefully do an apprenticeship as well!
Have you checked out my Invader Zim pictures yet?
next spring I'm putting in my new motor and transmission (1.9 litre high output 4 cyl, and a 5-speed)
Are you into cars at all?
BTW, your a machinist! That's so cool! Next week I should be starting my new job as a machinist's helper, and hopefully do an apprenticeship as well!
Have you checked out my Invader Zim pictures yet?
QuanticChaos1000 on October 26, 2006, 2:45:05 PM
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axelishot on October 23, 2006, 7:57:28 AM
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Invader_Mira on October 22, 2006, 12:58:16 PM
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MyArtStinks on October 22, 2006, 12:56:30 PM
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Wow, that was evil. I think you are going down the wrong path. It starts with posting the same damn thing twice, then you start doing chain letters, and then you start making death threats towards helpless three year old children. I've seen it happen, it's a vicous cycle. Please don't become a statistic.
MyArtStinks on October 22, 2006, 12:49:28 PM
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MyArtStinks on October 22, 2006, 12:41:07 PM
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That's cause drawing is the only thing I really like to do. If I'm gonna spend all of this time on it, I might as well try to make it good. The only reason I give criticism is because I don't want others to go through the psychological torture that I have gone through trying to teach myself how to draw.^_^
MyArtStinks on October 22, 2006, 12:32:51 PM
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There is plenty of other random people to make fun of/ criticize on this site, not to mention other sites. As for me posting more stuff, it'll probably be once in a blue moon. I never get anything done that I'm satisfied with (if you say it is from lack of trying I will hunt you down and kill you), and I'm not gonna just post something in the spirit of filling up space and wasting my own time.
MyArtStinks on October 22, 2006, 12:04:28 PM
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Hey, at least you are getting paid to torture yourself. I get no self gratitude from drawing, I don't get paid, it's gotten so impossible to get anything good done that it's almost not fun anymore, and I'm always disappointed with the results. I'm not even gonna try to make a living off of this crap. I really don't know why I bother anymore.....*bashes face against monitor. Realizes how expensive the monitor was. Tries the desk instead.)
MyArtStinks on October 22, 2006, 11:55:50 AM
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Kutless on October 20, 2006, 1:39:40 PM
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i dont really have a taste, i dunno. i did alot of criticing in high school so i learned how to point out the bad and good in everything, including my own stuff. the thing i admire about you and your artwork is that you know you could be better than what your doing. you know that you have truelly accomplished something when you are proud of what you have done.
and that is what makes an artist, its not a person that draws, but a person that can look at it seriously and improving upon it in creative ways.
and that is what makes an artist, its not a person that draws, but a person that can look at it seriously and improving upon it in creative ways.
wolf-girl-ghost on October 15, 2006, 6:54:06 AM
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Hobz_the_destroyer on October 10, 2006, 10:10:47 AM
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Karannah on October 3, 2006, 5:48:43 AM
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Invader_Mira on October 3, 2006, 5:36:50 AM
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Falconlobo on September 27, 2006, 9:53:21 AM
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thanks i drew Ed as a baby too and as My Pet Monster and also i did him as chibies before but my firt one of him as chibi was not as good
My faves are Mr. Herriman and Frankie cause i'm a shipper of them
i draw them alot plus other Foster's characters and other stuff too
I dabble in the different genras and styles of art
My faves are Mr. Herriman and Frankie cause i'm a shipper of them
i draw them alot plus other Foster's characters and other stuff too
I dabble in the different genras and styles of art
Falconlobo on September 27, 2006, 9:50:32 AM
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CrescentMOON33 on September 26, 2006, 8:40:42 PM
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