Author's Note: Hey to all who are reading this! This is my first Zim FF so please go easy on my poor human soul. Also, the more review's I get the more motivated I will be to update more often. So review please!
Tick tock tick tock tick tock. The school's clock seemed to be going even slower than usual today. Zim raked his gloved claws across his desk, leaving long gashes in the wood. He glanced up at the clock, giving it a death glare. It now read 2:55, five minutes before the wrenched school got out and the horrible worm-babies were free to go back to their dwelling places.
Miss Bitters was rambling about how if the citizens of the earth continued to pollute the doomed planet all life as we know it would eventually implode upon itself leaving a creator of doom where the earth used to be. Though Zim would usually be laughing at human kind's own stupidity, all he wanted was the horrible day to be over with.
He was in no hurry to get home, however. All energy had been cut off to his base. He couldn't even get down to his lower labs anymore, since the elevators had been shut off. Even his PAK's weapons systems had been remotely disabled by the control brains. He supposed he was lucky that it was spring time on the horrible planet, or else he might freeze to death. But for how much longer could he survive on a planet full of enemies while he was completely defenseless?
Zim really had nowhere to be truly safe anymore. Not but two nights ago, he had gotten a message from his Talllests. They so happily informed him of his defectedness, of how much he was a screw-up, worthless. How, even though they sent him to the other side of the universe he was still able to mess up the armada's plans in one way or another. They then told him that he was forever banished to earth. If he ever left the planet, or attempted to conquer it, he would be killed on the spot. They told him he was lucky that they had decided to show mercy on him and let him live out the rest of his miserable life on the ball of dirt. Laughing, they had cut off the transmission and all the power in Zim's base and PAK functions except life support. Zim could only watch as his base went dark and silent. Luckily, the Tallest had not shut off GIR. But the more Zim though on it the more things made sense. His "mission" was all just a big hoax to get rid of him. Even GIR was nothing but a joke. Probably made out of scap metal and garbage.
Left with no reason to take over the earth or anything to defend himself with, Zim had decided the only way to survive of the ball of filth was to arrange a truce with the only person who knew he was an alien. The horrible, dirty, earth weasel pig monkey Dib. And that was the reason the small irken was so nervous this particular school day.
HE was planning to arrange the truce with Dib after skool. Zim was dreading what the human would say, and the last thing he wanted was to appear weak in front of his most terrible enemy. But then, what could he do? If the Dib-monster ever again broke into Zim's base, he couldn't do anything about it.
Of course, it wasn't nearly as much as a truce than it was a lie. Zim couldn't take over the earth anyway; the Tallest had ordered him not to. And with the state of his base and PAK there was no way to take over the earth. Hopefully the Dib-Beast wouldn't realize this and use it to his advantage.
The obnoxious school bell scattered his worried thoughts. The children began screeching and pouring out of the doors and windows, longing to get home. Zim merely staid where he was in his desk, twiddling his thumbs nervously. He let out an exasperated sigh, Might as well get this over with,he thought wearily. He slowly rose from his school desk and walked over to the Dib's desk. They were alone now, all the eager students had left for home and even Miss Bitters had slithered back to . . . wherever it was she went.
Dib was collecting his things and putting them into his black book bag. Zim cleared his throat loudly, causing Dib to look up.
Zim shuffled his feet nervously before speaking loudly, "I, Zim, have a deal to mare with you, Dib-monkey,"
Dib rolled his eyes and snorted, "Deal? Since when do you of all people make deals?"
Zim ignored the question and continued speaking, "Shut your eating-hole Dib-worm and listen to Zim. As I was saying, as it seems at the present situation I have decided not to take over earth at all. All I merely want of you is to stop trying to turn me superior meats into the earth authorities," Inside Zim sighed with relief. There, he had finally said it. Now all he had to do was wait for Dib's answer.
"You can't be serious Zim. This has trap spelled all over it. How can I trust you!?"
Zim sighed. He had feared this, but at the moment it was vital to his survival to gain the earth-pig's trust. His only other option was to try to make a good show of lying. Zim regained himself before snarling, "It seems to me like you don't have much of a choice, Dib, unless you want your very world to be destroyed," Zim turned on his heels and started walking towards the classroom door. He stopped and said without turning, "I await your answer by tomorrow, pig-weasel, hopefully you will make the right choice," with that, Zim continued walking out, not daring to look back at a rather confused Dib.