My first Invader Zim fic! :D I'm hoping it'll be my new obsession. 3 Rated T for now but might move it up to M later chapters.
Be nice please ;-;
*Sigh*
The soft sound was barely noticeable in the busy space. Dib lifted his head, just as soon as the door bell signaled someone had walked in. "Hello, Orson's pizza… Can I help you?"
"Uh, yes" I was wondering if my order is ready." The stranger replied, snickering under his breath.
"What's the name?"
"Seymour… Seymour butts."
Dib turned on his heels, not giving a moment to think. "Is Seymour butts' order ready?" He asked to the other two teenagers behind him; both preparing orders. One blonde haired, pimpled face boy looked over to him. "Who?" He asked, holding his own laughter in.
"SEYMOUR BUTTS!"
Everyone busted into laughter, his fellow workers, the person who had clearly just wanted to prank him, as well as another customer on the bench, waiting for their order to finish cooking. Dib narrowed his eyes and looked back at the smartass that cracked the joke. "Funny, very funny" He said in annoyance.
Nineteen; He was now nineteen and his life was no better than before, perhaps worse. Now he was an adult, stuck here in this poor excuse of a job, still the source of everyone's comedy. Honestly…
"Excuse me" The other worker, a brunette female chimed in, now standing beside Dib, large pizza box in her hand. "Large pizza with everything on it, including anchovies?" She asked with a smile. Dib looked to her in confusion, as did the prankster.
"Umm…"
"It says order for Seymour Butts right here!" She pointed to the name written on the pizza box. "That sure is a funny name!" She giggled politely. "Anyways, that'll be $14.95 please."
So dumbfounded by the girl's response, the prankster merely stuttered as he took out his wallet and handed her $15.00. She smiled, handing over his receipt, nickel and pizza. "Have a good day, Sir!" She said cheerfully as she handed the box over. The boy left, confused as ever.
Dib's mouth was agape as he watched him leave. Then he turned to his partner. "Why did you do that, for me?" He asked suspiciously. No one in his entire life, had ever stood or backed him up. Why now? Why her?
She grinned and gave a shove to his shoulder. "The only one allowed to pick on you, is me." She replied and gave him a wink.
"Thanks Bridget… I guess." He shrugged.
"Hey, it's 7:00 p.m. It's time for you to go home." She pointed to the clock.
"Thank God." Dib breathed a sigh of relief and flung his flour covered apron off and over his arm. "I'll be in tomorrow… Like I have a choice…" He grumbled as he made his way out. Bridget watched him, as he mounted his bike… Yes, a bike. He couldn't even afford a car with this shit paying job. She smiled as she waved goodbye through the window, her heart fluttering slightly.
"LAME!" Pimple face in the back exclaimed. She rolled her eyes with a soft blush on her cheeks.
;-;
After a cold shower (to his dismay the water-heater still wasn't working), Dib plopped down onto his twin sized bed, the very same one from his childhood. With a comic book in one hand and a cheap box of pocky in the other, he began to read. His mind however, wondering on a specific subject, as it had for all these years.
'Zim'
The last time he had seen Zim was when he was sixteen, when they both were still in high school. It was their last day for that year actually, and when he had seen Zim, the little alien wasn't himself. After sometime of poking the answer out of Zim, Dib had found out that the Irken Tallest had told Zim how they really felt and what their purpose was sending him to earth.
'I was just a nuisance to them… They wanted me to die… They didn't even know this planet existed, or what it would do to me. They hoped they would never see me again…'
'W-what does that mean?' Dib recalled asking in slight worry, not for his beloved planet but for his frienemy.
'It means, Dib-stink, your planet is safe… Zim no longer has a purpose.'
Dib looks from the comic book momentarily, to his window over the bed, at the bright moon outside. He sighed, and placed the pocky box on the run down nightstand by his bed. That was the last thing the little alien had said to him before walking off with his head down.
Now that he was older, Dib felt guilty for just standing there like an idiot, watching his only friend walk away. Now Zim was nowhere to be found and he thought the worse had happened and if it did, if only he had chased after Zim, he could have prevented it…
Dib shook his head and then placed both the comic and his glasses on the nightstand as well. He curled up, clutching the tattered blanket close to him. He, dare he say it… Missed Zim. What started out as hate had became something more and only now was he beginning to realize that…
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There will be future ZADR.
Yes, I did copy a Simpsons joke :P
