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Character(s): Ayame, Zim, Nobodies, Chii, Fai D. Flowright
Content: A meeting of crack. Zim and Ayame happen to be around the same area at the same time and will maybeprobablyalmostcertainly get their bums horribly defeated by Nobodies!
Setting: Auntie Unde's.
Time: Early afternoonish, I guess.
Warnings: CRACK. Stupidity. Annoyingness. Wtferism. Loud people. Screaming. ...Aha. Nudity.

Ayame was disappointed. He'd expected to find scandalous underthings in this "Auntie Unde's" place, not a crazy lady who went on about things even he couldn't understand while waving inanimate objects around and insisting he buy everything that he looked at ...

"Ms. Unde, Ms. Unde~ Ms. Unde, my dear, I did not intend to buy anything other than underwear~" he chimed just before the sound of several screamed caught his attention. He turned and gazed toward the exit of the store, and headed in that direction as the poor shop owner dove into another incoherently babble'ishous speech about-- Ayame didn't know, because he'd stopped paying attention the moment he poked his head outside to see several monster-like creatures running around and generally terrorizing horribly dressed people.

STOP.

PANIC.

Ayame screamed in girlish fright and took a step back, bumping right into the crazy lady, who'd apparently been talking the whole time. Startled, he screamed once more and quickly exited the building, holding the door shut as he looked over his shoulder with a most horrified expression.

All right. He needed to stop, think, and react in brave, understanding, nonstupid way. There was nothing bad about these creatures, except their penchant for terrorizing people, being ugly, attacking, and being generally hostile. Really hostile, as in kind of REALLY not nice, what, with the way they were chasing people and picking fights and all.

"I CAN DEAL WITH THIS!"

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ZIM was... not panicking. Nope. Not at all. He was perfectly and utterly under control, not at ALL bewildered, frightened, or alarmed by the strange white... THINGS that had burst out of nowhere and attacked for apparently no reason at all, nor was he screaming and flailing his arms about after he had used his utterly ingenious mind to deduce that these must be the minions of that horrible skeleton he had met earlier. THAT EVIL CUR.

... Wait, what did "cur" mean?

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

His not screaming/running/flailing self soon carried him near to a certain shop, and he spotted a silver-haired (wo?)man and dove behind him... her. After Yaten, he didn't quite know what to expect of either gender, but as this person stood out more from the rest of the people, he figured... it had to have some kind of special ability, right? If not, he could just use its hair to blind the enemies en masse! HA!

With this in mind, he bellowed, "PROTECT ME, HUMAN! THE... THINGS, THEY'RE AFTER MY... THINGS. LOOK AT THEM!!" He pointed with a trembling arm at the skeleton's henchman, eyes as wide as they went. "DESTROY THEM!!!!" He ducked behind it, hands on his head. They wouldn't get to HIM!

He'd been busy formulating a plan-- a BRILLIANT, intelligent, SERIOUS plan when he found himself repeatedly interrupted by screaming. Not his screaming, but the screaming of some ... He turned around completely and stepped away from the door, leaning down slightly to get a better look at the screaming thing. ... It was green. That generally wasn't a good sign.

And it was running toward him.

That was never a good sign, especially when the thing approaching was running from dangerous, hostile creatures.

"WA--AAAAAH~" He wobbled as the green kid dove behind him, and managed to steady himself as the other went on about how he needed to protect and destroy, because their apparent enemies were after ... things. Ayame had no idea how to deal with this, even after seriously trying to think of a way out.

He'd have to rely on IMPULSE!

"HAHAHAHAHA!" He laughed and pointed a finger into the air, then stepped to the side and pointed to the green kid. "BEHOLD! The Kid With Things! I will hand him ov--" They weren't listening. He could tell they weren't, only he couldn't really, because they were weird looking, but-- They weren't listening, and he was out of ideas.

He panicked as they came closer. "...You ... may worship my beauty some other time! HE DOES NOT HAVE THINGS! I DO NOT HAVE THINGS! Aside from mass amounts of grace, dignity, beauty," he flipped his hair, "poise-- No ... things-- No--"

Suddenly, a PYON! sound rang out, followed by a puff of smoke, and all that was left when the cloud cleared was a pile of red and white clothes and a pair of red shoes. The silvery white snake that had once been Ayame slithered out from a sleeve and quickly made its way up the green boy's shirt.

The first thought Zim had upon the seeing the burst of smoke was, I had no idea the Tallest were here! He was about to exclaim something along those very lines when he felt something very strange. Crawling up his uniform was a small... slippery... THING. He leaped up from the ground and began screaming again, wriggling around very peculiarly as he tried to dislodge the WHATEVER IT WAS from underneath his clothes, eventually resorting to smacking himself painfully in an effort to hit it. Because he's smart like that.

After awhile, he gave up, whirling around and pointing wildly at the white creatures again. "YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS! I'LL DEFEAT YOU AND YOUR MASTER AND ONCE I'M FINISHED, YOU'LL... BE... ALL... NOT ALIVE NO MORE. AND YOU'LL SMELL LIKE DEAD!!!" He stuck his tongue out at them to illustrate his point, then looked around wildly for the silver-haired wo/man he had seen earlier.

Imagine his surprise when, instead of an entirely too narcissistic and flamboyant... person, he found nothing but clothes that seemed to have been vacated very recently. Nudging at it with his food, his eyes widened and he circled around it, still poking it occasionally. That could only mean...

He looked back towards their enemies, the gears in his mind almost audibly churning. That could only mean... "YOU ATE HIM, DIDN'T YOU?! DESPICABLE... RAWR." The four spider legs so conveniently hidden away in his pak fully extended, hoisting him up off the ground and carrying him towards the evil THINGS that had eaten that human. And he had never learned what gender it was! "CUUURRSE YOOOUU!!!"

The white creature was scouring around. It found people here, there, everywhere. What wonderful noises these people made, running away when the likened creatures came near. It wasn't at all helpful, but still fun. The Dusk stepped about in a lissome way, swaying back and forth, cartwheeling toward a previously loud person.

This person was small and green, with things on its head. Even the Dusk agreed that it was something to delight in. What the Dusk had not expected was the height increase of the little green person with things on its head. It was also now proceeding foward, yelling very loudly, and partially incoherently.

The Dusk swivelled around toward the spidery legs and wondered if it could push the green person with things on its head over. It wondered, and tried. It wobbled around and tapped on the long little legs. It looked up and hoped to see the little green person with things on its head fall in failure. The Dusk wiggled in delight at the very idea.

Had Ayame not been preoccupied by attempting to dosge blows (which he failed horribly at, for the record,) he would have been laughing his snakey little rear off. Thankfully, the kid eventually gave up and began screaming a the creatures, and Ayame was finally free to ... recuperate from the mass amounts of abuse he'd taken.

He snickered as the green kid went on about Ayame so obviously being eaten, but before he could react and assure him he hadn't been devoured, he lost his hold and began to slip. Avoiding a most painful fall, he managed to slither down one of those odd spider-like legs protruding from the boy's back, took one look up at the strange creature, then looked toward the boy. "KICK IT IN THE FACE!" he demanded, raising himself up as much as possible. "HEAD! THE HEAD!"

He hissed softly and began to follow the strange creature around, attempting to wrap itself around its legs, and tried to bite at it whenever he managed to get close enough. "Stop wiggling!" he demanded of the creature, swaying back and forth in irritation. How could he do anything like this? how could he do anything normally? He'd never dealt with these kinds of things before!

"Torisaaaan~" he whined softly and sniffled dramatically, feeling a bit sore from the earlier abuse. He couldn't think of what Hatori would do in a situation like this, which was somewhat distressing.

"WAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Zim had no idea where the voice had come from, and he jumped terribly when he first heard it. Could it be the wo/man he had seen earlier, speaking from the white creature's belly?! It had to be, since he couldn't see anyone else nearby, and why they would be emulating that voice anyway was beyond him. So that must mean s/he was still alive! .... EW.

Deciding to heed the advice anyway, he stomped around on the legs, trying to land a kick on the creature's head. The thing was so skinny and agile that had he been anything but the overconfident, egotistical, and above all else retarded alien that he was, he might have recognized that he was doing it all in vain. However, he didn't, and he wasn't, so anyone within range could see him bouncing around as he tried with all his might to kill the thing.

That was when he spotted the snake.

"WHAT IS THIS?!" he yelled, freezing for a moment. He shook the leg it was wrapped around vigorously, trying to get rid of it. That had to be what had crawled up his uniform, but... oh no, was it this thing's reinforcement? It was the same sort of color, so... "GET OFF!! OFF! YOU SHALL NOT DEFEAT THE ALMIGHTY ZIM!"

Due to the green person with things on its head wobbling around and stomping so sporadically and fiercely, it was very difficult for the Dusk to do as it pleased. Poke this leg, and it moves. Poke that leg, and it moves. A very curious creature this green person with things on its head was, the Dusk pseudo-thought as it wavered like water. The Dusk watched a long, white thing wiggle around the green person with things on its head and it amused the Dusk. The green person with things on its head seemed to become worried or afraid at the long, white thing, although it appeared mostly harmless.

The Dusk had an idea!

What would the green person with things on its head do when the Dusk decided to climb up the long, spidery legs attached to its back and poke it up there? It was a long, and interesting thought, which gave the Dusk time to think while the green person with things on its head spasmodically trembled along the road. And then, the Dusk struck.

The watery Nobody slung around the legs of the green person with things on its head and continued climbing until it reached the actual person, sitting high atop its spidery legs like a spidery green king.

And then it poked.

It poked the green person with things on its head's eyes. It poked the large head-like appendage. It poked its ~~squeedlie spooch~~ large organ near the surface of its body. It danced on top of the green person with things on its head's head and enjoyed it.

The Dusk was partying on the neurotic Irken.

"STOP SCREAMING AT ME! I AM NOT- RUNRUNRUN. MAY DAY, MAY DAY. WE HAVE INFILTRATION!" Ayame very ... not-so-visibly panicked as the designated enemy ~~of the State~~began to climb up the spidery legs. Ayame reacted to this completely terrorizing situation by slithering up the remainder of the green kid's body, and then attempting to wrap itself around his head.

His plan, however, was thwarted! He didn't want to stay up! That THING was coming up! He needed to go down!

It took only a second to devise a plan on how to get back to ground level-- mostly because said plan simply involved slithering down a little ways (which he wasted no time doing, while carefully avoiding the enemy) and then dropping himself to the ground. He then proceeded to slither away, in a completely serious I-have-no-involvement-in-this-situation-because-I-am-a-lowly-animal manner....

...And then promptly POOFed back into his human form and suddenly found himself standing arse-naked, in a dissipating cloud of smoke, in the middle of this scene. "...This is nice." And where were his clothes? They had to be somewhere around this mess.

This was all too confusing. The smaller white thing had traveled up to his body only to go back down again, and unless he was mistaken... was it the one that was yelling in that wo/man/s voice?! How was that even possible?! He would have liked to gape stupidly at it for an hour or so, but before he could do anything of the sort, the bigger white thing initiated its attack.

Zim's eyes bulged from his head as it got closer and closer, and he quickly utilized his most trusted defense (i.e., shrieking and squirming madly) in an attempt to ward it off. Needless to say, this was significantly less than effective. All it really did was make it difficult for him to keep his balance, and his already erratic tottering about on the four legs became even more unstable.

Above all of the sounds of clanking around as the metal legs scrambled to keep Zim aloft, it was possible to discern the following from his near-constant screaming: "NO! ORGANS!! GEY AWAY! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE! I WON'T STAND FOR IT!! I AM ZIM!! I WILL-- OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW!!! THE PAAAAAAINNN!!! GET OFF! GET OFF! GET OFF! GET OFF! OW OW OW OW!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! GET OFF OF ZIM!!! OFF! OFF! OFF! MY SQUEEDILY SPOOCH! NOOOOO! I WILL DESTROY YOU WITH HURT AND PAIN LIKE-- OW!! NO, NOT THAT!!! STOP IITTT! I'M GONNA THROW UP!!!"

Eventually, it just got to be too much. The legs retracted, disappearing into Zim's pak and sending him crashing into the ground with yet another earsplitting scream. He fell completely silent after that, though, and became almost completely motionless except for the occasional twitch. Was he dead? Unfortunately for all of Paixao... no.

This was a surprise.

The Dusk was currently thoroughly confused. First the long, white thing disappeared, and a person with long silver hair and peach-coloured clothes randomly appeared in its spot. The transition happened with a showy puff of smoke, but left the Dusk confused for a minute. Then, the green person with things on its head shrank to an incredibly small size. It almost looked like the green person with things on its head fell from something high up, since the sensation the Nobody felt was quite like gravity pushing on it. The Dusk backed away, calculating these new happenings.

The green person with things on its head laid their pathetically while the new person sort of sauntered to and fro, apparently looking for something. The green person with things on its head was interesting still.

The Dusk tended to the green person with things on its head by wavering over to it and poking it again. It didn't make loud noises and squirm about. It just seemed to sit there like nothing had happened, and nothing was happening. The Dusk seemed almost disappointed, before it realised there was a new person it could ~~screw around~~ play with.

It turned to the new person after kicking the green person thoroughly enough to know it wasn't going to do anything, and stared at it, waiting for the person to see the Nobody watching it.

Ayame raised an eyebrow at all the ridiculous screaming, idly wondering if his own nonsensical babblings happened to be so annoying. ...Wait, who was he kidding? He was AYAME. His babblings were NEVER nonsensical or annoying-- if they were, he was much too loved by anyone for them to point it out. Or if they DID point it out, it was to humour him.

Because he was Ayame.

Because he was awesome.

Because he .

Some time during this absolutely amazing train of thought, and while he was absentmindedly watching the screaming and poking fit before him, Ayame had burst into a loud, obnoxiously annoying laugh that sounded a lot like "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" ...While pointing. ...And standing there. Naked.

The laughing died off when he realized the strange creature was watching him, and he stood there a moment, dumbfounded and a bit creeped out. Suddenly, he spotted his clothes and quickly moved to pick them up, then dressed himself with such poise and ease as to ... completely feign having complete control over the situation. Once done, he turned his attention back to the creature, then looked toward the Zim kid, then back to the whatever-it-was.

"You!" he shouted accusingly, pointing a finger at it, "will not get away with the atrocious crimes you have committed against that poor green boy! You will PAY! PAY! PAY FOR YOUR SINS!" He struck a pose, then, and pointed at the ground before him. "KNEEL, my poor soul, and REPENT!"

Zim lay there for a few more seconds, still twitching every now and then. Oh, the PAIN. He had experienced much worse before, of course (being squished by a metal claw, crushed under the boot of a Planet Jacker, beaten over the head with a giant spatula, and crashing into the Earth who knew how many times now hurt), but that didn't make it any less painful.

He emitted a loud grown, then began to hoist himself off of the ground and to his feet. Surely this enemy was worthy of him, to have knocked him down so easily! Nevermind the fact that that was mostly his fault. Unimportant! Unsteadily, he looked around for that... thing, blinking rapidly at the reappearance of that wo/man nearby. "YOU!!" he yelled, pointing at him just as accusingly as he pointed at the Dusk. "HOW DID YOU LIVE?!

"AND YOU!!!" He whirled around to face the white creature, eyes narrowed. "YOU WILL PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY FOR POKING THE HEAD AND ORGANS OF ZIM!!" The four spidery legs made a reappearance, but rather than extend entirely, they merely formed an X shape behind him, the tips pointing forward and seeming to take aim. Cackling maniacally, he opened fire, doing his best to ht the slippery thing and kill it before it could continue its reign of organ-poking terror.

It should be noted at this point that Zim was about as effective as a drunk chimpanzee using its feet to fire a rocket launcher. Which is to say, massive damage inflicted, but the probability of it actually hitting the intended target were basically nil. The only person really in danger, then... was Ayame.

The Dusk was surprised, yet again, to see that the silvery and peach person had changed its appearance (perhaps to disguise itself?!) in a mere second and rather pleasently at that, as if watching a naked person get dressed was something fun to do on a Saturday night. It was also surprised as it turned to see that the green person with things on its head had again grown and was again shouting ~~stupidly~~ loudly. It was a confusing place, but now the situation had become a bit more personal.

Due to the green person with things on its head so rudely firing combusible projectiles at the simply and curious Dusk, it was now a pertinent matter of hostility. The Dusk was angry, as all it ever wanted to do was to discover and ~~love~~ be curious. It was never smart to approach a blabbering fool with hostiles, so, instead, the Dusk turned maliciously on the silvery person.

Its non-existent eyes narrowed, and the Dusk stood as high as it could, more straight than usual, less watery than usual. The silvery person was pointing to the floor, as it seemed to do often, but this time, the silvery person wasn't cute. It wasn't something the Dusk wanted to find out about. And it would show the silvery person in a display of malice.

The Dusk leapt forward and spun around, extending its arms, and attempted to attack the silvery person with its pointed hands, who stood there ~~like an idiot~~.

"I NEVER DIED!" Sohma, Ayame NEVER died! Ever! Not once, not twice, not a billion times! He was as stubborn when it came to living as ... as ... as a really, really, really old tree. There was no way he'd go down without a fight! After all, that would be dishonourable! And Ayame had a lot of honour! ... Too much honour.

He was only mildly concern when Zim whipped out his spidery leg things-- one, because they were kind of really cool and he'd never seen anything like that before and two, because he assumed that anyone who had a weapon was capable of handling that weapon correctly. ...Oh, how wrong he was with the latter.

The moment Zim released his weapons and began to assault everything BUT the intended target, and the moment Ayame realized if he didn't start moving, he'd be injured VERY, VERY MUCH, he deeply regretted not thinking to hide somewhere. ...So he stood there, dumbfounded and pointing at the ground, his eyes widening as the white creature leaped toward him.

And he screamed. LOUDLY.

Another PYON! sound followed his screaming, and he was once again cloaked in a pretty cloud that, once again, dissolved to reveal naught but a pile of clothing. Instead of seeking refuge, Ayame remained hidden in the pile, hoping the thing'd give up and leave.

Zim continued to fire wildly, still laughing like the utterly insane megalomaniacal little alien he was. Wanton destruction always had been and always would be his forte, and after going so long in Paixao without blowing up a few buildings... well, he was having entirely too much fun with this.

"YES! FEEL THE POWERFUL DOOM OF ZIM'S... POWER. AND DOOM!!!" he exalted, shooting more lasers at some poor, unsuspecting building. Or bystander. Whichever was there. He was laughing so hard and so loud now that his eyes were almost entirely shut, which was, surprisingly enough, making his aim the tiniest bit more accurate. Who knew?

Unfortunately, when the odds of him actually succeeding were so astronomically small, "a bit" wasn't really helping. Nor would it defend him well enough from any kind of direct attack, but he was far too stupid to make that connection. So, he laughed. And shot things. VICTORY FOR ZIM!

Things changed again, and although the Dusk was still as curious, he was not bothered by the change. It had happened before, and may happen again. The silvery person had vanished again, and all that remained seemed to be the camouflage it used to wear. Which was amazing, by Nobody standards, this ability to disappear and reappear, and even ~~not so apparently~~ change appearances!

However.

The little green person with things on its head was not about to let the Dusk go freely, and this perplexed the Dusk. It had to dodge occasionally as the little green person with things on its head's aim was getting a little better. And this was perplexing, hence the Dusk being perplexed. Perhaps, it thought in its nonsensical Nobody way, that the best plan of action was not the silvery person (as the target kept disappearing and reappearing), but rather the small green person with things on its head.

Good plan.

The Dusk whipped around, wavering around like it did, and advanced on the little green person with things on its head. Although it was somewhat taller, the Dusk was certain it could reach. climbing was apparently not a problem for the Dusk. And neither was jumping. Trying to ~~somehow~~ narrowly avoid the little green person with things on its head's strike was a problem, but at last, the Dusk jumped as high as it could, reaching near the green person with things on its head's top, and spun around, again attempting to unleash an attack.

In her glee at having two new and very pretty dresses, Chii did not hear any commotion going on in the city from inside the shop. Wearing her new white dress (http://www.trashqueen.it/gothiclolita/img/bible/33.jpg), she skips along in front of Fai while twirling around now and then to check that her ~~master~~ friend is still following her. Chii is still hoping that Fai will change his mind and be her master.

Just a few steps away from the shop, however, Chii stops in her tracks and stares with curious wide eyes at the scene before her. Not exactly understanding what is happening, she merely looks on as one strange dancing creature jumps up to reach a little green person.

"Fai, what are those things?" She asks while pointing upwards at the two strange creatures.

...Well, Ayame wasn't normally one to call anyone "stupid," but... NOW WAS NOT AN EXCEPTION! Even though that poor little green kid seemed to be exceptionally skilled at making matters worse, he was still trying to help! And that-- THAT-- was what was important, not his unfortunately undeveloped aiming skills. Or his huge mouth. ...Or green skin, or really bad hair, or poor taste in fashion.

When he was semi-certain it was safe (only ... not really, because he was well aware that possible Death Via ...Something Deadly awaited him [ohgodhewastooprettytodie,]) he poked his snakey head out from one of the sleeves and quietly rose, just in time to see the little flowy creature move toward the greenish kid. ...Was he still shooting things? Well! At least Ayame could avoid danger in this form, so long as he slithered REALLYREALLYREALLYFAST. ...Or simply remained as far away as possible, because that kid was seriously going to kill someone.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" He laughed, "ZIM! YOUR COURAGE IS REMARKABLE! FACE YOUR DEATH WITH OPEN ARMS! IT WILL BE A WARRIOR'S DEATH! ...Unless you don't die! Good luck with that!" Hey, at least he was being enthusiastic?

Anyway, he needed to find a place to hide-- perhaps he should stay near his clothes. ...His poor, dirty, trotted-on clothes. His poor ... WERE THOSE HOLES?! In HIS beautiful clothes?! His beautiful, expensive, exquisite clothes?! Holes?! "...Ha..." He quietly mourned his beautiful outfit for a moment, opening his beady eyes to spot a beautiful young girl and ... someone who wasn't important. "Ooooooh~" He swayed side-to-side, "such magnificent beauty! A doll, even! In such a gorgeous outfit~ My sweet blossom~" He cooed as he slithered toward the girl, taking a moment to regard her friend with a flick of his tongue before turning back to her. "Sweet, sweet, blossom~ Would you be my bride?"

...Hopefully she wouldn't react too badly to a little white snake proposing to her. ...Not that he was being entirely serious.

"MWAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAAHAHA-- OW!!" Zim's triumphant cackling was cut off abruptly as the Dusk attacked, the lasers thankfully stopping an instant later as he went reeling. It didn't really matter how hard he had been hit, feather light or with the force of a club, Zim was just... special, and absolutely had to react like he had just been hit by a brick flying roughly at the speed of light.

Unfortunately, this meant more screaming.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGH!!!!" Once he had regained his footing, he rounded on the thing, retracting the laser extensions and shaking his fists wildly at it. "YOOUUUUUUUU!!!!! HOW DARE YOU HIT THE ZIM!? YOU FOOL, YOU CANNOT DENY YOUR DOOMY FATE OF DEATH!! STAY STILL SO I CAN KILL YOU!!!" He launched himself at the creature, apparently intent on grappling with it instead.

Dimly, he registered the presence of some new... person, dressed all in white. The paranoid part of his brain that had suspected the other silver thing as an enemy nearly thought that of the girl standing innocently nearby, but she didn't seem the sort that Skellington would set on him. Unless she was actually some horrible, wicked demon that-- he stopped that train of thought before it could even leave the station (he was good at that) and focused on beating the Dusk. Which he would do... uh... somehow.

Chii tilts her head to the right quizzically, not quite sure what Ayame is or what he's saying. No one has ever taught her what snakes are, see, or that they're not supposed to be talking. She does not quite understand what 'bride' means either, but the creature did not sound scary or mean so she has no reason to fear it. Crouching with no regard to the fact that she is wearing a dress, Chii was just about to poke the cute white thing when Fai suddenly scooped it up and and squeezed it in a hug.

She gets back on her feet and spares a glance to the green creature screaming his head off. He sounds just like Seifer when he tripped up the staircase, but Chii is not sure of why Seifer did that so she does not know why that green thing is doing it either. Maybe she can ask him once he gets quieter, the screaming is not so nice. She turns back to Fai when she heard him speak.

Still looking at the white thing with wide curious eyes, Chii nods slowly at Fai. So, the thing is called 'Stuffed Animal'. "What is bride, Fai?" She asks casually, then turns to eye the tiny little thing in Fai's embrace. "Is Stuffed Animal a good person, Fai?" She must make sure, after all, Chii does not want Fai getting hurt!

The Dusk became startled by the sudden shouting. It had been so into its assault that the outburst shook the Dusk out of its concentration and made it trip when it fell to the ground. The green person with things on its head was quite the screamer, and the Dusk was beginning to become irritated. How irate that all the green person with things on its head did was scream and skitter about like a rabid animal.

The Dusk turned, its attention brought onto the newcomers. It seemed like a little white person and another, different person were new on the scene and holding themselves to the white slippery thing that was Ayame, Snake of the Zodiac.

It had to choose. A group of small people? Or a small person with an arsenal and a loud voice? Maybe it could do two at once? A great idea! It wasn't sure if that sort of thing would work, but the Dusk was willing to try anything to follow orders.

The Dusk began to run in a small circle between the two objects of desire, and swivelled its arms and legs out in a massive straight-line attack. The hands aimed for the green person with things on its head, and the feet aimed for the group of small people. Would it even hit? It hoped so.

Deprived of his target, Zim when SPLAT onto the ground, arms still outstretched in front of him and clawing at the air ferociously. That horrible-- er, whatever it was! He struggled for a moment to try and regain his feet, body (and face in particular) screaming in pain. Landing like that had hurt!

Utterly furious, he finally managed to right himself, his hands curling into fists. The tide of battle was turning against him! Curse this Paixao, there were too many enemies. Not good enemies, but still enemies! Nevermind the fact that all of them so far had managed to completely beat the snot out of him (if he'd had snot, that is), that was unimportant. Merely a... recurring fluke. Yes. A highly persistent and recurring fluke. Certainly not his fault at all. He was ZIM! How could he ever be at fault?!

Keeping with this new spirit of VICTORY, he launched himself into the air and at the Dusk again-- unfortunately, at the exact same time it chose to attack. If Zim had any inkling at all of what "baseball" was and hadn't been completely fixated on the idea of destroying, he would have noted the similarities between that game and what happened next:

With deadly accuracy, the Dusk struck him in his head with enough force to send him hurtling towards a (in)conveniently placed building. Zim had enough brain power to think that maybe that hadn't been such a good idea before he hit the wall headfirst with a sickening CRACK.

Luckily for him, he was thick-headed enough that he was merely rendered unconscious, but with the enemy still so nearby... who knows how long he'd last?

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