Demon Hunter V: Ascendance When Hector, Demon Hunter for hire, agreed to save a lost tourist from the haunted Museum of Mysticism and Monstrosity, he never imagined that he could be the one in need of saving.
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GIR barked at them, causing them to jump back with fearful yelps. The robot dog monster released a wheezy laugh in satisfaction. Before the Invader and his minions could get to Dib, Nightmare! Bitters suddenly jumped in front of them, blocking their path while growling and hissing at them to try and keep them back. Zim gave her an unimpressed look. Nightmare Bitters growled as she transformed into a bigger, more menacing form, her legs swelling up into larger legs, and four more legs sprouting from her.
Spines sprouted from her side, and her abdomen expanded, the tentacles on her back also extending, giving her a grosser, more insect appearance. Bitters challenged. With that, he roared and attacked her, turning them both into a tangle of legs, tentacles, claws, and teeth as they wrestled with each other. Tentacles and claws wrapped around throats and limbs, mandibles and teeth sunk into flesh, and the air was filled with the sound of snarls, roars, hisses, and the occasional shriek of pain when a blow was delivered or a wound received.
Most of the fight really only consisted of Nightmare! Zim trying to push Nightmare! Bitters aside so he could get to Dib, only to have her stubbornly refuse to let him, attacking him and holding him back with all her might. The other monsters watched the fight in wide-eyed shock while Nightmare! Dib watched the fight with a mounting dread, not really rooting for either monster since they both had the same fate planned for him.
Whichever one won, Dib would still lose, so he once again tried unsuccessfully to wriggle out of his bonds, praying that he would be able to get free or that something or someone would come to save him, a prayer which was soon answered by the last person he would have ever expected in his world.
The fight was suddenly interrupted by the wall of the skool exploding inwards, knocking every monster in the building to the ground. Zim and Nightmare! Bitters were both knocked apart and hit the floor with loud grunts.
Two mechanical tentacles sprouted out of the back of the robot, and ripped Dib off of the table, holding him in front of Zim, with the beam of light still sticking out of his forehead.
Zim's eye twitched, and he messed with the controls a bit, causing the tentacles to start squeezing Dib. Feeling them tighten around his torso, and threatening to crush his skeleton, Dib struggled to free himself, with no luck. Suddenly, the tentacles pulled Dib to the back of the robot, and secured him tightly like a baby in a papoose. Zim pressed some buttons on the lever, causing more mechanical tentacles to extend from the robot, and start squirting green goo all over the monsters.
Not even bothering to stay any longer, Zim piloted the robot out of the hole in the wall, and disappeared into the darkness. He got up to follow them, but only got a few inches before Nightmare! Bitters also got up and jumped on him. He released an angry yell and wrestled with her, turning his attention to trying to fight her off as the other monsters looked on in shock and fear.
After about a minute of fighting, Nightmare! Zim managed to get the upper hand by grabbing onto all of Nightmare! Bitters tentacles, and swinging her around in circles by them as she shrieked. The other monsters gasped in shock seeing their Boss get defeated. Seeing that his opponent was out cold, Nightmare! Zim turned to the other monsters and roared angrily, causing them all to scream and scatter, seeking safety in any shadow they could find.
Zim piloted the robot to a trench some ways away from the Nightmare! Skool, and set it on auto-defense to hold back Nightmare! Zim and any other monster that would try to approach. When Zim got to the bottom of the trench, his spider legs retracted back into his PAK, and he walked over to a waiting Dib who was leaning against the trench wall, looking at the beam shooting from his forehead. Rather than do anything smart, or technologically complex with the scope, Zim simply resorted to shoving the scope through the beam in Dib's forehead.
Suddenly there was a loud explosion, and the robot fell into the trench in wrecked pieces. Through the smoke, Zim could see the terrifying silhouette of his ghoulish doppelganger, and his equally ghoulish minions getting closer.
Zim turned his attention back to Dib, shoving the scope a little deeper into his grotesque head. When Zim let go of the scope, it sucked into Dib's head leaving a wide hole in his forehead. After Zim had disappeared, Dib got up off the ground and back up against the wall of the trench, finding himself left alone with a large hole in his head, and a bigger, more terrifying version of his worst enemy fast approaching.
In a second, Nightmare! Zim came into view through the smoke in all his arachnoid glory, his minions following close behind him. Hearing Nightmare! Zim say that gave Dib an idea on how to escape. It was a crazy idea, and whether he would be unharmed and in one piece when he did, he did not know. But since the alternative — having Nightmare! With a grunt of effort, Dib jumped and lifted his feet up into the hole in his head. It worked better than he thought it would, and before he knew it he was sucked through his own head.
Dib fell through a glowing portal in the sky as an inside-out ball of flesh, hitting the fence and landing on the sidewalk before turning himself right-side out again.
As the portal in his head slowly started to close, Dib looked around at his surroundings, and saw Zim lying against the fence where he had landed at an awkward and clearly unnaturally angle right next to him, looking like a broken doll, and moaning in pain.
He also saw a bloated GIR lying in the middle of the cul-de-sac surrounded by piles of candy, and his classmates lying all around in their costumes groaning and in pain, looking like a hurricane had hit them. Dib hardly paid any attention to all of this, as he was more focused on the fact that he had survived. Suddenly, Dib started screaming as the portal in his head was forced open wider by one of Nightmare!
Obviously he was trying to grab Dib, but the boy was nowhere in reach. The Hand fell on the ground and flopped around like a fish out of water a couple times before flipping itself upright onto its fingertips.
It turned to Dib as if it could see or sense him somehow , and started scurrying along the ground toward him on its fingertips, like a fleshy little spider. Dib screamed and backed up against the fence behind him, looking around for something to fight back against the Hand.
Luckily for him, the Hand had no interest in him. The Hand charged at Dib, but he was able to dodge out of the way just as it jumped at him, leaving it to hit the fence instead with a loud WHACK. When the Hand once again tried to leap at him, Dib used the plank to smack it out of mid-air, sending it to the ground. Once it was down, Dib wasted no time in hitting it over and over again, releasing a war cry with each strike.
Pausing his swings, Dib looked at the Hand and saw that it was lying still, looking a bit mangled. He then slowly eased into prodding it with his foot, preparing to jump back in case it moved.
Despite his morbid fascination with the severed limb, Dib disgust and fear of it won out and he turned into the alleyway behind him, walked to one of the trashcans, removed the lid, and tossed the Hand inside, shuddering a bit once he did. He propped the plank up against the fence it came from, and walked out of the alleyway, looking around at his classmates who were all lying scattered in the middle of the cul-de-sac, groaning in pain. Later, near midnight, the cul-de-sac was empty. All the children had crawled back home, and Zim had gone into his house once his leg bones had stopped being broken in order to wait until the rest of his skeleton had healed, while a morbidly obese GIR lay passed out cold on the front lawn, most likely suffering from a sugar coma.
Then, suddenly, in the alleyway, the lid of the trashcan that Dib had thrown Nightmare! A second later, the Hand crawled out of the trashcan, and jumped down onto the ground. Scurrying along the ground on its fingertips, the Hand exited the alleyway and looked around the cul-de-sac for a moment before heading down the street.
By that time, Dib was already in bed, still finding his way through the darkness behind his eyelids that happens before dreams develop.
As far as he was concerned, anything having to do with the Nightmare Realm was out of his life forever. Then, before he had time to scream or shout for help, the Hand jumped at him out of the darkness under the sheets, fingers spread out like a spider, and everything went black. When Dib came to a little while later, the first thing he became aware of was the anxiety inducing feeling of paralysis.
After a second he realized that his inability to move was due to the fact that his entire body was wrapped up in something. He looked down and immediately recognized the color and patterns of his own blankets, wrapped around his whole body like a cocoon. He tried screaming for help, but found that one of the corners of his blanket was stuffed into his mouth in order to silence him. Realizing this, Dib tried even harder to break free from his bonds, but the blankets were wrapped around him tightly, and tied just as tight.
The Hand dragged Dib to the lab door, which it had already opened earlier, and dragged Dib down the stairs. It was being incredibly careful to not pull him too roughly and risk damaging his head as they went down each step. Once they had gotten down the stairs, the Hand dragged Dib across the floor to where the dimensional scope was located. Dib wriggled harder, trying to yank his hands, arms or legs free.
He almost got his arms loose when the Hand dragged him up onto the chair, pulled itself free of the blanket, and proceeded to maneuver Dib around until he was sitting upright. After it had gotten Dib set in a steady upright position on the chair, the Hand hopped onto the floor and scuttled back toward the door.
A second later, Dib heard the hollow tack-a-tack-a-tack as the Hand made its way up the stairs, followed by a soft clang and a click as it closed the door, saturating the open space of the lab a moment later with its hollow tack-a-tack-a-tack when it descended the stairs again, leaving just the two of them alone in the suddenly claustrophobic laboratory.
Finding himself facing the inside of the dimensional scope once again, Dib felt panic creeping through his chest as memories of that horrible Nightmare Realm flashed through his brain, fueling his determination to free himself from his restraints. He wriggled and twisted his limbs harder than ever, causing his joints to ache, and most likely dislocating something in the process.
Dib immediately chucked the Hand hard to the left, causing it to go flying into a pile of equipment sitting in the corner with a crash, sending sparks shooting around. Not two seconds after disposing of his three fingered adversary, Dib pulled the corner of the blanket out of his mouth, gagging a bit as he did so.
Please help! Not suspicious in any way, no siree. Upon making this realization, Dib started working on untying the knots in the blanket and freeing himself, since he was clearly on his own in this.
He succeeded in getting his legs free, which allowed him to jump off the chair. He made his way to and up the stairs, and used his free hand to try to open the door.
Just then, he heard a loud clatter behind him, and turned just in time to see the pile of equipment he had chucked the Hand into fall over as the Hand itself jumped out of the pile, and landed on the floor.
It turned left and right, furiously looking around before turning toward the stairs and stopping, clearly having spotted Dib. There was no sound of movement from the other side of the door. Dib shrieked, and by some miracle managed to dodge out of the way just in time, causing the Hand to hit the door with a WHACK. His heart seemed to tumble around in his chest like clothes in a washing machine.
A few seconds later, he hit the bottom step with a THUD. Thankfully, he landed on his butt rather than his head, which cushioned his fall, and no doubt left a nasty bruise on his hindquarters. At least it only left him bruised and stunned for a moment rather than rendering him unconscious, as landing on his head would have done. Count your blessings, right? After recovering from the fall, Dib shook himself off, and turned to look up at the Hand, which was now perched on the top step looking down at him.
But there was also the matter of how he was going to escape. He had to think of some other way to escape. So Dib continued to run from the Hand around the, thankfully, very roomy lab, all while trying to free his still restrained arm, and the rest of his body, from the blanket he was tied up in.
It was very difficult to focus on running without tripping on something, and trying to get out of his bonds at the same time. It reminded him way too much of the feeling of being wrapped up in the straightjacket while he was locked up in The Crazy House for Boys. He tried really hard to not hyperventilate as the memory of that confinement, and the sensation of paralysis that accompanied it sparked a flame of anxiety and panic in his chest. He worked a bit on trying to steady his breathing, but that proved difficult as he continued to exert himself by frantically attempting to free his body, and put as much distance between himself and the Hand as he could.
He hardly heard the rapid tack-a-tack-a-tack following close behind him due to the white noise humming in his ears, while simultaneously finding the tack-a-tack-a-tack to be the loudest thing in the entire room. In the midst of all the chaos going on in, and around him, Dib managed to free himself from the blanket, not wasting a second in casting it aside.
Finding his whole body finally free, Dib breathed a sigh of relief, before abruptly resuming the chase when the white noise ebbing away cleared his ears out enough for him to hear that terrifying tack-a-tack-a-tack behind him. At least the blanket was gone, which meant one less thing for him to worry about. Now, he just needed to focus on staying away from the Hand, and, better yet, looking for a way to escape. He immediately skidded to a halt and doubled back, making a beeline for the vent, which rested in the wall close to the floor, and was more than big enough for him to fit into.
The only problem was that the Hand had managed to get closer to him in the time it took him to start running back to the vent.
Seeing the Hand standing between him and his way out, Dib decided to instead do the only thing he could think of that might buy him some time. He stood and waited, watching the Hand as it ran toward him. As soon as the Hand got close enough to him, Dib swung his foot and kicked the Hand with all his might. The Hand released a sound that was a cross between a shriek and a hiss as it flew through the air and violently hit the wall before falling to the ground in a mangled heap.
Seeing the Hand lying on the ground stunned, its fingers twitching like the legs of a dead insect, Dib immediately ran to the vent and began working on removing the grille.
However, it was one of those long ones that fit snugly into the vent, so it took some effort to pull it out. Dib took a moment to look back at the Hand, and saw, to his horror, that it was starting to recover.
Fear burst through his chest, injecting a fresh new dose of adrenaline into his veins which was just what he needed to help him pull the grille out.
It slid out of the vent, and landed on the floor with a clatter, which Dib paid no mind to. As soon as the grille was out, he scrambled into the vent, and crawled as fast as he could go, following the direction in which the breeze flowing through the vent was coming from, in hopes that it would either lead him to another part of the house, or outside.
After several minutes of crawling frantically through the vent and running into a few dead ends along the way; he had no idea just how vast their vent system really was , Dib looked ahead, and saw, not a dead end, but another grille, which had beyond it the unmistakable sight, and sounds of the outdoors. After a few moments of scrambling, and banging his legs, Dib made it to the grille, and immediately started pushing it with all his strength.
He felt the grille shift forward a bit in response to the pressure he was applying to it, so it was another long one that fit snugly into the vent. A few moments later, the grille suddenly popped out of the vent, causing Dib to abruptly tumble out onto the lawn, and land on the grass with a grunt.
A second later, that echoing tack-a-tack-a-tack reverberated from the vent, not only getting louder, and closer, but speeding up as well. The Hand leaped out of the vent, and pounced toward Dib, succeeding in latching onto the back of his shirt as he was turning to make a run for it. Dib shrieked, and flailed in his attempt to reach behind himself to grab the Hand, which ended up being out of his reach, unfortunately.
He felt the Hand start crawling up his back, digging its nails into the fabric of his shirt and by extension, his skin as it made its way up toward his shoulders, ultimately reaching his neck.
When he recovered from the impact of the fall, Dib looked up, and saw the Hand now standing on his chest. In the process, he rolled around onto his stomach, and craned his neck upward, his eyes darting around violently for a moment as he tried to make sense of what just happened. As soon as he saw who was standing only ten feet away, the truth of what had just occurred began to come together piece by piece in his head.
Any relief Dib felt it was a minuscule amount to begin with completely evaporated. Besides, at night, there are fewer witnesses. As he spoke, Zim had gradually been moving closer to Dib, especially when he saw the boy shift into a position that would get him set to run away. After Zim finished speaking, Dib did attempt to do just that, but Zim was too quick.
Dib released a yelp as the spider leg yank him backward, pinning him to the ground. Dib let out a cry of defiance as he gazed up in terror at Zim, who was looming over him with a triumphant grin, his laser gun in hand.
Dib heard the sound of the laser gun powering up, causing his heart, and his whole dang chest, to feel as if they were being consumed by a black hole. He wiggled and squirmed desperately, trying with what was left of his strength to escape from Zim. This was it! He escaped from the clutches of one Zim only to be vaporized at the hands of another.
What cruel irony! The sound reverberated through the air, and was followed by Zim letting out a gasp. He grunted as he tentatively attempted to take a step forward.
But the weight of the top portion of his torso bending back caused him to almost lose his balance. He let out a small squeak as he attempted to balance himself out, which he managed to do with no small degree of flailing. Zim tried to jerk his body forward in hopes of clicking the vertebrae of his spine back into place just enough to allow him to at least stand straight for a moment.
The sudden shift in weight caused Zim to tip back, and despite his efforts to maintain his balance, Zim fell, arms and legs flailing, onto his back with a yelp. With that, Zim proceeded to roll himself around onto his stomach, and then started using his hands to pull himself forward along the ground.
Sometimes, the spot where his spine was broken would bend upward when he went forward, giving him the slightly disturbing appearance of an inch worm. When that next time comes I will destroy youuuuu! And oh, what a destroying it will be! Dib continued to silently watch Zim crawl down the walkway, and onto the sidewalk, his face still bearing that bewildered expression. Dib stared after Zim with that same bewildered expression, mainly because he was still trying to make sense of everything that just happened.
Looking back on it all, the whole thing felt so surreal, like Dib was remembering a nightmare he had long ago. Zim now missing a hand , and his minions were still alive, and goodness only knows what they were doing at that moment; probably plotting something, or torturing other creatures in that realm, most likely those from the resistance. Maybe they…. Dib cut his own wonderings off with a shake of the head. He wanted nothing more to do with that place, or its inhabitants. Sighing in relief of not having to deal with any people asking questions, Dib turned, walked to his front door, opened it, walked inside, and quickly made his way upstairs and into his bed, doing his best to not even think about the lab, or the dimensional scope, let alone allowing himself to look at the lab door.
He tried to remind himself that they were just noises caused by the wind. But every time he thought that reassurance had successfully given him the peace to fall asleep, another noise would echo through the house and it would happen all over again.
In the end, Dib thinks he only really got an hour of sleep, at most. Realizing that his continued ranting about the Nightmare Realm would most likely get him a one way ticket to the Crazy House again he shuddered thinking about the fate of his nightmare self , Dib decided it would be best to just recant, and claim that it was nothing more than a bad dream.
As the weeks wore on, it gradually got easier for Dib to sleep at night, as it started to finally sink in that it was all over; the Nightmare Realm was out of his life for good! Every year, when the Spooky Season rolled around, memories of the Nightmare Realm would return, along with the paranoia and restless nights. It seemed all the sights, sounds, and smells associated with Halloween brought everything back to the surface.
Obviously I'm not the first person to write a story involving Nightmare! Zim, and I definitely won't be the last. But I've seen so many people make artwork of what they pictured Nightmare! Zim to look like that I decided I wanted to take a crack at it myself. However, since I am a writer and not an artist, the only way I can bring my vision of Nightmare! Zim to life is through writing. Also, for Nightmare! Oh, and the Nightmare! Piggy literally has a Demogorgon mouth.
Also, as this chart shows, all of the Halloweenies have names. So I decided to give Nightmare! Zim and his crew their own nightmare names. Piggy is named Porkphemus a pig themed play on the name Polyphemus, who was the Cyclops in The Odyssey ; the Nightmare! As for Nightmare! Unless you guys have any ideas for what his name should be? However, due to me being so over this story, and just wanting it posted already, I decided to just do more proofreading and rewriting post-publish.
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Get an Invitation. Zim Nightmare! GIR Nightmare! Piggy Nightmare! Computer Nightmare! Bitters Nightmare! Membrane Nightmare! Notes: OK, so, funny story; I actually started writing this story over a year ago for last Halloween. Believe me, if Zim had a choice he would have stopped it from happening. In fact, it almost felt like the house itself was the one moaning. Turns out, Zim was right; they were being watched.
Aaaaaaaand, they were right! It was a win-win situation…for Dib, that is. Then, another howl ripped through the air, louder and closer than the first one. Just then, another howl erupted through the air, now almost right on top of them! Neither of them noticed the blur of green and black sneaking into the cave behind them. Both Zim and Dib jumped. Dib called out instinctively. Zim and Dib whirled around, suddenly realizing that the voice was coming from the cave.
Zim, annoyed, spun around to face Dib. The pig monster let out a soft snort. GIR said as he rapped on the door. GIR announced proudly. It was then, when hearing the figure speak again, that it suddenly hit Dib. Zim said, amused.
Zim replied plainly. Zim asked, unconvinced. Zim is not weak, you weak Earth slug! What did Dib plan to accomplish? Zim said simply. Despite his ominous words, Dib was feeling his oats too much to really take any notice.
Then, his unreadable expression evolved into a smirk. Then into a full-fledged, sinister looking grin. His fingers and toes also elongated into gnarled talons with long, velociraptor type claws. His torso began to stretch as well, making him longer and taller.
Well, when you ask a stupid question…. Zim asked, turning to him. Zim answered casually. Come on, think, Dib! Zim shouted to his other minions. At that moment, Dib got an idea. Want to bet? Zim ordered. His minions obeyed and charged toward the chute. GIR saluted his Master, and watched as he charged down the street after the big-headed boy, before heading back inside to guard Zim Dib ran down the street without looking back once, trying to focus on getting to his house, finding the dimensional scope, and getting back home as soon as possible.
He went to the first trashcan on the right side, and ripped the lid off. Dib was not in that one. He went to the second trashcan, and ripped its lid off. No sign of Dib. There was no sign of Dib, or any trail he might have left behind. Worst watchdog ever. Meanwhile, back at the Nightmare! The House ignored him. GIR said enthusiastically. He inhaled deeply. The pig-beast and his rider charged down the street with squeals and barks.
In fact, his efforts only made his captors laugh louder, and hold onto him tighter. And it was heard all throughout the Nightmare Realm. Gaz said. Zim growled in response. GIR said defensively. Dib struggled to escape from the machine as the tip of the device began to light up.
Maybe my head is big Dib thought to himself. All the monsters backed away from her. Zim said with a shudder. GIR turned to his Master, and cocked an eyebrow. Zim asked when he saw the look his minion was giving him. GIR simply shrugged in response. Zim shrugged. His words, however, earned him a disgruntled look from the Irken.
Oh, sick! Zim shouted when he saw Zim spirit Dib away. Zim turned to his minions. The roads to the shadow realm are open again, and the The roads to the shadow realm are open again, and the fey have returned A rotting wind has blighted the capital city of the Empire of the Iron Falcon, followed by an invasion force of long-dead warriors.
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