, Chapter 1: Five Years Can Do Some Things
Ever since Zim first landed on this planet, he has hated it. The disgusting humans were revolting in every way. The atmosphere was just completely disgusting and their water burns. Water the very thing that has created them is completely toxic. It's been five years and Zim STILL hasn't taken over this pathetic worm baby planet. He hated it; it was the rage of how inferior this planet was compared to Irk that gave him the drive to keep trying. He wanted these pig smelling monkeys to just rot already but sadly there was just one thing standing in his way. DIB. Oh yes Dib. He was the only one standing in Zim's way; he was the only one that knew what Zim REALLY was. He was the human's savior.
Zim's anger towards Dib had changed over the years though, just as he and Dib did. Zim had gotten taller because of the Earth's gravity. It was less resistant than the gravity on planet Irk. Zim grew taller and with his new growth his Pak had given him something new, something earth beings would call 'hormones'. He grew to be 6'0, that is exactly two feet taller than his almighty tallest. His eyes were still a nice maroon but with a glare of violet in the dark. His hands were tougher and his antennae were now a bit longer and more sensitive so it could pick up more sensations. He also had a new suit too that he found suitable.
Dark red jacket some what similar to what his old uniform looked like. Black T- Shirt with the Irken symbol on it, and black pants just like his old ones except they were more loose around the ankles, kind of like skinny jeans. He liked the human army boots though, he designed his new ones to look like them, but of course he used Irken material. His disguise has gotten better, he wore his new and improved uniform but he changed his contacts and his wig. He picked a lighter blue then what he already had for contacts, it seemed nicer to him. His new wig was still black but it was shaggy covered the sides of his head were there were supposed to be kept the black gloves.
Dib's appearance has changed too. He had gotten a new trench coat, it was black like his old one but it had longer sleeves and buckles on them, the collar was bigger with silver studs. He wore a Black shirt with a neon Blue smiley face on it. He also wore what he called "Ghost punching gloves" but to everyone else they were black leather fingerless gloves with 'holy' silver studs on the knuckles. He still has the Scythe like spike on his head but his hair was a bit longer, it covered his ears. New glasses, thick rimmed. Now last but not least he had a gothic cross and put it on a black studded collar.
Zim started to hate this little cat and mouse game that he played with Dib. Although he had to admit the years has made him craftier, a better opponent. He has yet to expose Zim but he does interfere with his plans to take over. Although everyone still thinks he's crazy. Sometimes he wonders why he even bothers with trying to save the very people that abuse him on a daily basis.
Dib is not the only one that thinks that, Zim too wonders why Dib even bothers with saving the other human stink-blots. He never quite figured it out. It has been bothering him ever since this little cat and mouse game between the two has been created. Zim sat in his base staring at the monitors, them replaying his other schemes figuring out which ones were good enough to try again, with modifications of course. He repeatedly watches Dib's every move and then he finally has the nerve to ask.
'Why is he still bothering to save a planet that doesn't care about him?'
'Why am I still bothering to save a planet that doesn't even care?' Dib asked himself.
He then shook his head furiously, he was not about to give up on the human race just yet! He does have to admit, the cat and mouse game was getting old though. Yet again, he was just so used to it, he thought about a life without Zim. What it would be like without looking over his shoulder for the green invader. At first he thought it would be good to have some time to get some proof of other paranormal activity. On the other hand it would still be boring. With all the skills he had just gained he thought out every strategy with an ease, and then once he has exposed everything else then there is nothing else left. Zim had a new strategy every time; it was so difficult to predict his next move. Without a worthy opponent Dib felt like a Joker without batman. The game has to continue or else there is no point.
Dib wondered why Zim didn't just give up by now. Then again Dib wondered why he was still chasing Zim. Zim too wondered why he didn't just give up and go back to Irk. The cat and mouse game went from, Dib HAS to protect the earth and Zim HAS to destroy the earth to something else. They weren't completely bored but there was just something missing. There was something more added to the mix, they just didn't know what.