Hy y'all! I got a reveiw chastizing me for my typos. . . so I'm reposting it with the typos fixed. . . . bleh. I have no spell check, so I get to deal with ol' webster. monotone Yayyyy.
Anyway, here's my vaugly slashy, ZADR (Zim and Dib Romance, for the slow ones out there.) Enjoy!
( PS: If there are words that still seem buggy, it can most likely be attributed to me SPELLING OUT Zim's bizzare speech pattern. Like HYU-MANNN. I wrote this partially because SO many people never use his speech pattern. . they shall pay. . .)-TAL
Irk.
I still remember Irk, even though it has been so long. So very, very long.
Years in foodcourtia under that DISGUSTING Sizz-lor (I still get flashbacks. . . the pain. . the GREASE! The Dancing GREEEAASSEE!).
And about five years on this disgusting filth-planet earth.
Five years among these DISGUSTING hyuuuuMANNNs!
And five years swept up in a dance of wills with the Dib-Monkey.
I almost find Gir entertaining in his innocence, now. He does not feel the anguish of my longing for Irk. He spent perhaps the first five seconds of his life even among other Irkans like me. Six months in space (the doom song. . . how I loath it), and then every single moment afterwards on Earth.
He might as well BE one of the disgusting monky-beast humans he enjoys being among so much! Pathetic! PATHETIC!
I will not be won so easly.
However, I fear that I spend too much time among the humans. I seem to have been adopted by a group of them in my High-Skool, and another of their members is the Dib-worm. They are an odd sub-speicies of human, and seem to be characterized by odd behaviorall pattterns and lots of black. Also a habit of growing metal on their bodys and face.
It is not the fact that the dib-monkey could destroy me, it's the fact that he hasn't tryed to. Oh, no worries on the threats and the name-calling and the occationall food-water-both fight, but otherwise he has been strangely. . . . unactive.
It worries me. for even though the PATHETIC HYUU-MAN has no chance of destroying ZIIIM, he has been too quiet.
And as of late he has also bee giving me these. . . looks. They arn't the NORMALL 'I'm imagening you dead on an operating table somewhere' looks either, no. . . these are looks of sparkly DOOM! There is a smoldering to them, a twinkling of his eyes that make my squeedlyspooch feel funny.
That and the fact that he actiually. . DEFENDED me from the Jock-beasts (another subspeices of High Skool, but a most deadly one.) the other day warrants further investigation.
As does the tingly sensation in my squeedlyspooch. . . . .
Now, enough of this dreamy-full-ness! There are robo-pigs that await my ORRRDERRRS!