Disclaimer: IZ does not belong to me.
Their odd relationship began with snowballs.
Dib was six at the time, Zim four. The elder of the two was walking through the park around mid-January when he noticed snowballs raining down on the people walking in front of him. His own curiosity and sense of justice compelled him to climb that hill, seek out the thrower of the snowballs, and tell him off (or just blow a raspberry at him) for throwing snowballs at innocent people. The trek was harder then he thought it to be, because of the snow covering the hill. But he made it, and snuck into the snow-made fort structure to give the thrower a piece of his little mind.
So imagine his shock when he found the attacker was a boy younger than him.
The child had green skin, a sickly green at that. His eyes were a stormy gray color, and held more intelligence than a child that age should possess. His hair was unusually stiff, looking more like a wig. But Dib, young and naïve, didn't care for these facts. He only cared that the younger boy was throwing snowballs at innocent people, disturbing their peaceful walks.
Dib got over his shock and scowled like his father did to intimidate. "Just whataya think yer doin?" He snapped at the green child.
Said green child dropped his snowball, turning speedily in surprise. He hadn't expected anyone to actually infiltrate his fortress of doom and terror! ...but this boy had. So, he inquired, "Can I help you, monkey?"
The elder boy didn't get the part about calling him a monkey, but asked, "Why are you throwing snowballs at these innocent people?"
"Innocent?" The green boy scoffed, "I only hit bratty kids, annoying teens, and uptight adults. I never hit babies or old people. And I don't hit people who look nice. Just the mean ones," Dib raised one of his eyebrows. Mean ones? A lot of the people he saw get hit didn't look mean.
"Whatever, you still have to stop," The other boy moaned in annoyance and displeasure.
"Aw, do I have to? Some of these stupid people have funny reactions! One guy ran around in circles for an hour going on about something called the 'apocalypse'," Although that did sound funny, Dib informed the kid that he couldn't do that. "Stuffed shirt," He mumbled.
Dib growled. "Oh, so I'm a stuffed shirt, am I?" He picked up the younger (and shorter) child by the collar, grabbed a bucket full of snow (for future snowball construction), and poured the entire thing down the male child's pink (Pink? Really?) shirt, earning a shout of surprise and -pain?- from the younger boy. "Who's the stuffed shirt now?" Dib remarked as he promptly dropped him and the child got up, seething with rage.
"You." He pointed while he spoke the single word, uttering it like a sea man utters a curse upon another sea man. "You have crossed the unappreciated line between nuisance and meanie." Odd that he'd use those particular words together. "You have invoked the wrath of ZIM! From this day forward, uh, what's your name?"
"Dib"
"From this day forward, Dib, I shall subject thee to torture EVERYDAY until you apologize," Dib scoffed at Zim, wondering what kind of parent would name their kid that. Then again, his named him Dib. Still, he didn't believe the younger boy.
"Pfft, yeah right, you'll forget about it by tomorrow"
"No I won't!" Zim retorted.
"Yeah, you will!"
"No, I won't!"
"Yeah, you will!" They continued on like this until the Professor called Dib back to him, his wife, and their other child, their daughter Gaz. Dib finished with "Yeah, you will. Now I gotta go, my mom and dad are waiting!" He was going to run over to his parents, but caught the look of confusion from the younger boy. "Something up?"
"Huh? Oh, no I won't," When that turned out not to be the answer Dib was looking for, the green skinned boy had him repeat the question, and he responded, "What's a mom and dad?" Dib stared at him. Did he not have parents?
Dib explained that a mom (or mother) was a female who gave birth to you, and did nice things for you, and spent her time in the house, and that a dad (or father) was a male who helped mom give birth to you and teaches you stuff and protects you from the scary things. Zim nodded, a look of understanding upon his face. Dib noticed for the first time that he had no nose... or ears. He decided to be polite and not mention it.
"Do you have parents?" He asked instead, and was relieved when Zim nodded.
All of a sudden, Zim turned around. Two tall figures (he couldn't make them out due to the distance) were beckoning someone (twenty bucks says it's Zim) to join them. Zim smiled, informing Dib that the torture begins tomorrow, and took off, joining the two tall figures. He was very short compared to them.
The next day, Dib woke up to find his window (which was always locked) open, a -very smelly- squid attached to his face (he almost screamed because of it), and a note on his dresser. The note read, I told ya so! Prepare for more torture! -Zim.
Dib made two goals that day: to get Zim back, and to get a better lock for his window. With those thoughts, he went to -what else?- take a shower, then to plot Zim's destruction.
The tale of how two unlikely heroes met. Dib and Zim. Normal and not so much. Who knows what could happen?
...Behold. My newest story. Yay. Okay, I'm kinda bummed cause I wanted it to be longer...
Still, a review would be nice...
