SaintHeartwing

Blue Diamond quietly held her hands in her lap as she looked out over the arena. Today was the last day. Today they were going to be put to death. Their chances were all used up…and the people of the galaxy called for their blood. Her grief was now beyond tears as Yellow quietly chewed on her lip, and White glanced from the two of them to Darth and the many consulars who were stationed as their guards. "I did offer you a gentle end. But your time is up now." He spoke quietly. "This is going to be excruciating for you." The roars of the crowd were echoing out, slowly rising in volume and fervor, into a dangerous fever pitch. They could hear the furious roaring of tens of thousands, not merely Irkens, but many a race, all of whom…had brought weapons. No guns. No lasers. No explosives. No. All they held in their hands or tentacles or claws or paws were weapons that cut and carved. Sliced, diced and julienned. They wanted this to go SLOW. At the front of the opening to the arena

“Whatever you do…DON’T PLAY IT!” This was what Lilo Pelekai had been asked by her boyfriend, Nick. Do NOT play this record in the diner’s jukebox. It was a song that had been a number one hit single all the way through not just Christmas, but JANUARY and it was…supposedly…cursed. Now she and Dibbun Membrane, better known as Dib, looked down at the record, looking it up and down. It was a Christmas record, with only one song on it, but the record had been so badly scratched up they couldn’t tell what the song WAS. Lilo brushed some of her long black hair to the side a bit, the young Hawaiian girl gazing in confusion at the record as Dib’s black, sycthe-like hair whipped about slightly as he shook his head. “I’ve never heard of a haunted record. Now, a movie, sure. A book, sure. But a haunted vinyl record? Nope.” Dib confessed. He was lucky to live in such an amazing place like Kokaua Town, home to so many wonderful alien creatures, a land filled to the brim with magic, so naturally

“You were alive during the great plague of 2020, weren’t you?” “...yes. Yes, I was.” Skoodge was in the middle of scrubbing down the beds, the big, fat Irken looking slightly over his shoulder before he returned to his work. Like all Irkens, Skoodge had green, slightly scaly skin, black antannae, a sort of insectoid body. He kept his clawed hands in black gloves and he wore a maroon-ish shirt with pink sleeves and shoulder clothes to match, with black boots. But ZIM… Zim was lucky, lucky, lucky. Thanks to his amazing work with the Infinite Energy Absorption Blob, he’d been able to get a comfy job as an Elite. He had the finest armor, shiny and bright, purple in color and gleaming in the light of the room. When he put his sadistically clever mind to it, Zim could be brilliant…but he’d been coasting on his success for over two decades now. HE’D been off-planet, not on Irk during the great plague that had devastated so much of the world. And he’d almost sounded…sad about not

“You always say this stuff will be scary but it never is.” Gaz shook her head back and forth. The purple-haired, amber/gold-eyed young girl grunted as she looked at the “haunted house” on display. It looked unsettling enough…empty, decayed, rotting left and right. Chunks of it were slightly hanging off the three-story home, windows were cracked, and it seemed to breathe as the wind wafted through the air. She was standing alongside Dib, her brother, who’s black, scythe-like hair was swept back from the wind as Halloween’s moon bathed down over them. It was a unique night…the moon was a big, fat HARVEST moon, bright and beautiful, illuminating the two as they walked towards the front door. They couldn’t help but notice a great deal of skeletons had been used for decoration, held up in creepy poses, either rising from their graves in the front yard, a few by the front door, deliberately holding it open, and a couple were actually holding up signs that read “DON’T GO IN THERE”. It