Since I am very bored, I thought it wouldn't hurt to post radom little excerps of a story that will never be written. I like doing these things... gives me a small satisfaction to my sudden writing surges. =D

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Purple reached down and grabbed his companion's thin neck. The hard ends of his fingers punctured the green skin, causing blood to drip downwards onto his hands. Red could do nothing but gurgle and gag in his own blood. His attempts to pry Purple's fingers off his neck were futile. After several moments of gagging, Red felt the sharp stroke of his co-ruler's clawed tongue cutting thin lines into his face. He was... tasting him. Getting him ready for the next nearest meal, or even a snack. His eyes went pale in fear. He thought all was lost, especially when he saw/felt his breath vapor and long, wet strands of drool.

And then the wall behind him exploded. Orange-hot glowing scraps of debris flew everywhere, including Purple's back. Red could tell when one hit him, as he loosened his grip on his neck and let out a long, ear-piercing screech. Whenever he opened his mouth, the two bug-like pinchers he had developed would come out, twitching madly hand-in-hand with his three-clawed tongue. Razor-sharp, uneven rows of teeth and threads of drool would only add to the effect. Anyhow, Red was fortunate, had Purple not been there, he would've been blistered/cooked.

Eventually, something hit his PAK that caused him to let go of his grip on Red's neck completely. Upon closer examination, he noticed that it was not some piece of flying debris. What had his him was a syringe - a now empty one. Whatever was inside the syringe was making Purple lose his balance. He wavered from one foot to the other, eventually catching his balance, supporting himself on the nearest wall. He looked up at Red and surprisingly, ignored him to see who had blasted down the door.

Standing in the newly made doorway stood four figures - all strangely familiar. Two were Irken, the other two seemed like personal robot units. Their identities were revealed as they stepped into the chamber.

Tak, Zim, GIR, and MiMi were heavily armed with explosives of all sorts, long range, liquids, ammunition, and even bombs. Purple's three solid purple eyes, full of hate, trailed from their weapons to MiMi's hand. It held a syringe, filled with a deep green. He let out a snarl, realizing what had hit him.

Tak reached into a pocket strapped to the side of her left leg, revealing a laser gun. A recent model, as Red noted, it was said to disintegrate anything, anything in its path - even a seemingly invincible mutant. She spoke, "Red, come here."

Obeying, Red floated his way slowly towards Tak. However, as soon as he made no more than three feet, Purple extended a hand and grabbed him by his antenna, lifting him up off the ground and up against him, like a shield.

The reaction to this was not surprisingly quick. In a quick flash of movement, Zim also revealed two laser guns of the same model from the side of his two legs, a pointed them up at Purple. The two robots did the same thing, revealing all sorts of dangerous ammunition from their heads. Tak spoke again, "Drop him, you beast."

Purple snarled, not showing fear, but content. He felt he had the upper hand, and he did. "Beast, huh? Is that all that you can come up for me...?" The end of his statement trailed off into a soft hiss. He dug his fingers into Red's PAK, allowing electricity spark crackles to reach all their ears. Red's skin went pale with fear.

"You low-life. Drop him or we shoot - and we're not afraid to." It was Zim who spoke this time. He ****ed the two guns, and curled his lip up into a snarl as well. GIR nodded his head in agreement, duty mode not leaving his systems.

Purple laughed. A horrible, high-pitched scream and hiss of a laugh. All the features of his mouth were exposed once again, but it didn't last for a while. He slowly closed his mouth to speak again, his rotting antenna pricking up, alert. "And what if I don't want to?" He was merely toying with them - he wanted to enjoy seeing their anger rise.

Zim recoiled slightly. "We warned you." He pulled the trigger, rays of bright light that was lasers shooting from the tips. The rest of them took this as a cue, and also began to fire their weapons of sorts.

Red watched, shocked, as lasers maneuvered themselves around him and to his attacker. However, he was not ready to be in a state of relief yet. The lasers kept coming, as they would never run out of ammo.

The lasers, as Red had seen, manuevered around him and to Purple. They were designed for disintigration, but all that he could hear was tearing and ripping. He assumed the worst for what was behind him.

And it was - lasers and disks of all sorts tore through Purple's rotting flesh rathar than disintigrating him. Lasers tore through him, through his armor, through his PAK, and yet he still stood. Red could feel his grin spreading wider and wider, if even possible after a short amount of time. He felt blood, skin, masses of flesh, fluids, and even organs splatter onto the back side of his body.

It all finished as quickly as it had started. Only a hand remained on what was holding Red; he shook it off, disgusted, and stared down at the pulpy green mass that was once a co-ruler. He could still see one glass-like eye - it looked as if it was still staring up at him.

Now everything seemed to slow down. Red was being pulled away by Zim and Tak, away from the pile of flesh. What Red saw, however, was all the moments he had been with Purple, as a friend. Eventually, he found himself suddenly in the headquarters of what they called, "The Massive."

Red was laid down on a bed for treatment. Slashes and cuts covered the majority of his open skin. One eye was badly swollen, the glow almost leaving it. He drooled blood, staining his armor with a green that would never come off. As the ship took off, away from the Fallen Mutatia, he fell into a deep trance, eventually falling asleep.

The Mass of flesh, splattered all over the walls of the chamber and such, began to twitch. They moved themselves together into a pile, forming what we call dimensions. It mashed together, forming veins, and every etch of muscle and cell of skin. Hands formed out of the main shape, wings sprouted from the back. The figure held his head down low, drooling down his own blood. Armor materialized around his nude body, his flesh pulling itself together and turning a pale green, striped in some areas. Three eyes opened, glowing a brilliant purple.

The figure looked up. Its flesh began to rot all together again, revealing bone a blood in some areas. It began to groan as its vast wingspan was pulled back into its still forming body. Four spare arms and mouths began to creep themselves back inside its outer disguise of skin, armor materializing over the open areas. The razor sharp teeth pulled themselves back into the typical Irken teeth, and one eye closed itself, hiding away.

It looked up to the sky, outstretched its arms, and roared a laugh.

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That's all for now! =D