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Author: Apricot the Gerbil - NC-17 - English - Horror - Reviews: 27
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Greetings once more, from the desk of A. T. Gerbil. What you are about to read is, simply put, horrible. This is done on purpose, half as satire, half as a warning, and partly a tip of the hat to Jhonen's own "Meanwhile: the Movie" comic from "Squee!" #3 (if you happen to read this, Jhonen, my deepest apologies. I mean you no offense by my writing of this-- I'm just trying to
get a point across here.)

Okay now, time for a little pre-show rant. Many of you here at the Zim section of ff.net may have noticed the nearly astounding number of recent fic postings which are summarized as either "This story is really stupid, it makes no sense, don't read it, I was sugarbuzzed, etc," or some form of nearly unrelated material that, in many cases, makes me wish the ff.net messageboard was still accessible by all, as such things as polls, previews, and announcements tend to be better suited for such places, instead of bogging down the ZimFic files.

However, while I was wading through the pages of recent Zim ff.net posts, an idea occurred to me: what is the point of posting something when the author themself describes it as something not worth reading? If such self-abuse was a way of appealing to people for the reason of humility, I have no problem with it, unless such repeated degradation is a symptom of a low self-esteem-- in which case, I feel sorry for authors who are so insecure of fanfiction they write, despite the fact that it is nearly ALWAYS much better than what they describe it to be. However, I feel it must be said, and I mean no offense to anyone-- dang it, people, the trend is getting annoying!

Back to this fic, which will begin in just a moment.

It didn't take my mind very long to draw such attitudes to their exaggerated conclusion: what if a fanfiction was written purely for the purposes of being an awful, AWFUL fic? I wrote the following three mini-fics (trust me, you probably wouldn't want to read anything like these in their entirety) to explore this theory, taking it hand in hand with the apparently no-longer-taboo genre of the Zim lemon.

Again, I mean no offense to anyone in writing this. I just really needed to write it after seeing the same thing repeated so many times, for so long.

Final note: None of the characters who appear in the fics below belong to me. The plot concepts, however, for better or worse... [pause for thought] ...yeah, worse... are mine.

With all that said, I might as well start this off.
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SickFic #1: "Playtime"
Pairing: Keef/Zim, nonconsensual
Summary: Now, c'mon. It shouldn't be that much of a surprise... Concerned at the state of their bestest-friendship, Keef tries to cheer Zim up, using a different method... much to Zim's horror.

Snippet:
As Zim's eyes adjusted to the light, he yelped in surprise at the face before him.

Keef's giddy voice chirped, "Heya, Zim!"

"Keef?!" Zim sputtered. "What are you-- where am I?!"

The boy's smile faded. "I... I thought you'd be happy to see me. You weren't at school today, so I figured you weren't feeling well. So I came over to bring you a present this time!"

Zim fell silent for a moment. "Who let you in?"

"I made Gir some waffles."

"I see..." Zim fumed. "Never mind that-- where are we right now? And what are these-- these THINGS on my arms?" The alien tried flexing his limbs, and slammed them against the back of the chair he was bound into in frustration when he found he couldn't budge. "What did you DO to me?!"

"Now, Zim..." Keef chided warmly, "Is that any way to talk to your bestest buddy?"

"You're not my bestest anything!!" Zim shouted. "Now undo these metal loops from me, and I mean NOW!"

Keef frowned, a hurt expression spreading across his eyes. He dug the heel of his left shoe against the ground, continuing in a sheepish tone, "Zim... I'm really sorry if I wasn't a good enough friend before. I thought maybe you might still be mad that I let the school nurse take out the nice present you gave me before they started the major surgery on me... but I thought of a way to cheer you up!"

The boy picked up a paper bag next to him and opened it, taking a large book out from it, which he held up before his "friend's" eyes.

Zim squinted as he read the title from the book's colorful cover. "Cah-mah...suh-trah?" Confused, he blinked upon seeing the picture underneath the words. What in the world were those humans doing?!

Keef smiled again. "Actually, it's 'soo-trah'. But that doesn't matter... and it doesn't matter where we are, either, Zim. It's just you, and me. We can play here, and no one will find us."

As Keef withdrew a large, blunt object from the bag, Zim gasped in disbelief. He barely heard Keef's next words; he was too busy shaking in terror at Keef's grin.

"We're going to have so much fun..." Keef said, moving towards Zim with his new toys...


*****
Holy crap...DUCK, EVERYBODY! HERE COMES ANOTHER ONE!!
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SickFic #2: "...No One Can Hear You Scream"
Pairing: Nightmare Zim/Dib, nonconsensual
Summary: Interesting possible revelation about just where the heck the realm inside Dib's head came from...

Snippet:
"But I don't understand! Where did all of you come from?" Dib asked, glancing around at the small crowd of monsters before him-- especially Bitters, who was standing in front of them all from upon her throne.

"Does this jog your mind, Dib?" the hideous queen hissed. Dib squinted to see the small object she was now dangling from a side tentacle... and gasped in disbelief.

"That-- that CAN'T be! I... I--"

"You burned it, didn't you?" Bitters interrupted, a malicious grin pulling her skeletal lips even further aside her face. "That's right, Dib." She jostled the DVD-box from side to side before the confused boy's face as a fisherman would hold up bait. "Two years ago... the website you stumbled upon while searching for UFO material... and THIS DVD which you passed off as... what did you tell your father when it came in the mail? 'Research material', wasn't it?"

Dib looked at the box's cover once more. A movie. "Demon Tentacle Sluts, Volume VI". The box was slightly charred around the edges, but there could be no doubt that Bitters was telling the truth.

The queen let out a chuckling rumble, continuing, "You may have burned this to ashes after watching it a few times, but you never could forget it, could you? Why, you felt so guilty about what you did while watching it that you made up a whole little world where you could confine all those evil thoughts, safe and away from anybody in the Real World." Bitters drew back, gesturing with several tentacles to the twisted landscape around them. "Welcome to the world you created for us to grow in..."

"But-- but I didn't want--"

"...to do anything that you saw in that movie?" whispered a thin, wavering voice from over Dib's shoulder. "Oh, I beg to differ. You know that as well as I do... and I know the thoughts that went through your head in those few seconds after you saw those metal spiderlegs fold out from the New Kid at Skool's backpack."

"--ZIM?! NO! No, I didn't-- I swear!!" Dib panicked in that moment, struggling against the restraints the Nightmare World's monsters had strapped him down with. That voice was too familiar... he couldn't bear to think of who the voice was coming from.

Thin limbs sprang over Dib's body as this newcomer jumped over the platform, into the light. The first thing Dib saw were its eyes... not a ruby red like Zim's, but pulsing in the sockets, like rotting livers pumping away.

"That's right, Dib... plead. I know what you were wishing for then... and I'm going to give it to you now." This Zim's voice was almost eerily calm. However, Dib found no consolation in this; the sensation of cold, metallic tentacles sliding around his body concerned him much more.

The shivering boy screamed out in horror as the alien-beast climbed over his body and straddled it, clutching Dib's arms, cold sweat and all. The Nightmare Zim grasped hold of one of the many tentacles bursting from its back and brought it in front of Dib's terrified gaze. Staring straight into his face with its rancid eyes, it barked out an order: "Lick it. NOW."

Dib only stammered in protest, but his voice was cut off by his wail as the nest of metal arms squeezed tighter against him.

The Zim-beast glared back, unblinking, unmerciless. It shook the thick rod slowly, saying, "Lick it now, or I'm putting this one in while it's DRY."

Whimpering, Dib complied. The monster above him groaned while he did so, drawing the boy's body closer, and began pressing against Dib's clothes with its tattered Irken uniform, again and again...before declaring, "That's enough... On to the fun part now, human."

Ignoring Dib's cries, Zim finally drew in a strained breath, calling back to Bitters (who was watching the scene unfold with amusement), "Uunghh... oh, my Queen, you were right... ahhh-- oh, his head is enormous..."


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Think you can handle a third? ...Good luck, brave reader...
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SickFic #3: "Pustulio's Lover"
Pairing: Pustulio/Zim/G.I.R., consensual
Summary: what the answer might be like to the question, "What if attention given to Pustulio triggered a response other than hypnotism?" ...Read on, if you can manage it. I don't blame you if you cannot.

Snippet:
The green-suited puppy squirmed adoringly in Zim's grasp, nudging its nose against the face scrawled onto the alien's bobbing blemish. "Oh... oh-- Pustulio..." G.I.R. whimpered, "Want me to keep doing this?"

Zim finally opened his eyes at the sound of the robot's voice. He reached up to flick away some of the growing beads of sweat upon his brow, then hugged G.I.R. closer, still trying to steady his heaving breaths. "Yes, GIR... yes, that would please him very much."

The alien gasped sharply as the puppy's face nuzzled Pustulio's blankly-staring visage once more; he began moaning, low in his throat, as G.I.R. uttered a pleasured mewl and started to lap softly against the swollen pimple with its little pink tongue.

"Ah--th-that's perfect, GIR! Just keep going now..." Zim managed, stroking the back of the puppy's head in encouragement.

G.I.R. obeyed with all eagerness, wriggling up from Zim's arms. It reached up with its tiny paws and began kneading Pustulio with them. At any other time, the robot would have been amused enough to hear the rhythmic sloshing from within Pustulio's head. However, right now all G.I.R. was concerned with was the continuing spasms of pleasure it was sharing with its beloved Master-- spasms that were only growing stronger with every touch against the squelching blemish's form.

Zim's mouth was frozen open by now as he felt the sensations building up like an overpowering wave. G.I.R. continued fondling its paws against Pustulio; as the final moment drew near, it tossed its head back, the esctacy threatening to fry the robot's makeshift brain. "I LOVE YOU PUSTULIO!!" cried the puppy, as both it and its Master strained against each other in a final burst of delight.

The pair lay there panting as Zim smiled and scratched G.I.R.'s green head."Pustulio loves you too."


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THERE. It's done. I'm going to go lie down now. For those of you still here, I apologize again. Then again, I should point out, this was a particularly awful bit of SATIRE. Please don't try following suit with such subjects for future fanfics, I beg you.