FRESH BRUISES

❝ Oi FUCKERS! What’s pink and red and just got given a personality boost? ❞ Brick sticks a heeled leg out  from his bedroom door before sauntering out in a skimpy leather pink dress, signature black stripe and all. Believe it or not, his hair isn’t a tangled mess today and his bow was quite genuine, don’t bother questioning it, thank you very much. Four words. Fanatic weirdos on Craigslist. Is that mascara and eyeliner? Do you want to get decked in the face?

          This was a jaw-dropping, eye-widening moment for Baron. Not only did this guy have a terribly nasty attitude, but he SWIPED Baron’s coin case! How rude, how unbelievably indescribably rude! Huffing quite loudly, Baron stomped his foot on the ground as his legs spread out and his arms flailed across widely. 

          “ Who do you think you are?! That’s stealing!! And I don’t know what you’re trying to get at, but I’m not this friend of yours. Now give me back my coin-case! “

  Brick merely blinked and peered inside the case. Nothing anyone would miss. ❝ Oh, you mean this? You were practically giving it away the way I see it. Guess you should’ve thought about how much you’d miss it before dangling it out in the open. ❞ 

Zim had an evil grin on his face as he marched around his lab.  He missed this feeling of inspiration.  Finally, someone who acknowledged what he was truly capable of.  “We are capable of a lot.  Zim on his own has accomplished many things.  I don’t even know where to start telling you of Zim’s great past deeds.”

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  Speculating the Puff’s monster fights beat cable television by a mile. Watching them wrestle around with a monster should definitely be considered a sport at the very least. So, when Brick sat on the ledge of an abandoned building, it was only fitting he withdrew his phone for the Gram. If only he could find his phone, which sent Brick to dig through his pockets for the device momentarily. Super-hearing picked up a momentary stillness, and Brick had a few seconds to react to the silence before a monster limb struck him down like a pin. 

    The blow blackened out his vision, and before he knew it, he was surrounded by debris and dust clouding his vision. The Ruff rubbed his temples, his hearing adjusting from the hit. He made out a familiar voice and could see a recognizable figure towering over him. Brick furrowed his brows instinctively, shooting a dirty glare up at the blue Puff.

  A broken nose, busted lip and a blackened eye was nothing short of the aftermath of another lone Saturday night job. It’s just a small fry job, this one’s mine Brick said with all the grandeur of an older brother. Except, some little-dick overcompensating tough guy always showed up with a big bad top technology-tier weapon that momentarily rendered Brick about as useful as a human merc. The shady dealers that usually slipped these jobs over to the boys typically threw in a hint of what they would be up against. Details on the target, the type of weapons they handled and the damage they were capable of. Damage capable of stripping the boys of their powers momentarily in fair fight. Brick always struck the deals and took charge of handling the jobs.

              He hears a voice, and a name; it catches him off guard. Baron isn’t sure whats going on but he spots the newcomer floating onto the ground. Strange — he’d never seen this man before. Who was he talking to? Perhaps phone… Wait — no he was getting closer? 

              “ Are you talking to me, sir? Why are you swearing so much? Swearing isn’t caring! You’ll have to put a dollar in the swear jar for every swear! “ He pulls out a rubber coin case, opening it up as if the man was going to actually put a dollar for each swear in there. 

  Head spinning, Brick takes a step back and momentarily takes a second to process the situation before him. Brows furrow and the redhead tilts his head in confusion. Huh. He was definitely convinced Butch had been standing in place of the stranger a few seconds ago. This— this was surely a cheap imitation. 

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          “ Heck… I look good today! “ Baron was staring at himself in a shop window, quite happy over his attempted ‘ bad boy ‘ attire that he swore up and down he wore all too impressively. 

“You LIE”  Zim landed on his feet as Brick dropped him.  “Zim has no thot in him!  I am eeeevil.  And I am sure there is no thot in you.”  If only Zim knew…  

“Cleaning the street of thots?”  Zim really should stop using that word, but it was a new word for him and he enjoyed learning a new word.  “Yees.  Let us wipe them off the streets.  We shall conquer the streets and then the town and then the WORLD.”  Of course, Zim couldn’t help but exaggerate a little.  He had no off button for these things.

  In a flash of neon red, Brick sped off to and back with the firetruck. Panicked fireman still inside and all. Brick hosted the truck it in the air with a single hand, and a few concerned citizens were already starting to scatter. ❝I think we’re gonna need something bigger if we’re talking world domination here.❞ Ah. That high pressure water hose sure was pretty, pretty boring now looking at it. 

Zim dangled from Brick’s grip but didn’t seem to mind it much.  It was nice to be closer to eye level to humans sometimes.  He’d ignore the shrimpy comment for now.  There were more pressing matters.  “They are all heroes?”  Maybe something clicked in Zim’s head, because now he truly felt he understood the meaning of the word thot.

His expression turned into an evil smirk.

“Live free for today, thots.  For your time on this pathetic dirt ball are numbered.  For soon you shall all kneel before ZIM!”  It’s not like he had any good plans in a while, but now the wheels in his head were turning.  Thanks for the motivation, Brick.

  The acronym was meant to be an impulsive regurgitation of words, but this was a better reaction than Brick expected. Biting down on his lower lip, the Ruff couldn’t hold back the urge to snicker. Still, he figured he could fuel Zim’s indignation for the thots. All with well deserved intention.