Okay, this fic doesn't play around. It jumps right into the story theme,
which is this picture The general plot is
something horrible has happened to Zim! The picture should be a good
indicant of that. I'd say about 90% of it is already written and I'm just
finishing up on the last bit which means... On Time Updates! I've very
proud of that piece of information. Now, I know the questions that haunt
you... How did this happen? Who is behind it all? WTF were you thinking?! I
dunno about the last one, but all the others will be answered... HAVE been
answered, you simply wait for me to upload new parts.
I disclaim this stuff. Blame Viacom and Jhonen for my overactive imagination.
STORY STARTS NOW!
Zim stared exasperated.
"Don't you see something a little wrong with this Dib? I'm human! I'm hyooman!" Zim made it very clear what he was saying by emphasizing every single syllable. Dib, on the other hand, was having a bit of trouble with this and he wasn't really paying attention to the words coming out of his nemesis' mouth. The one thing that was on his mind was how pale Zim was. He was a pale flesh color, not green... and the pak that Dib had never seen him without wasn't present.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were human." Dib stated bluntly, still staring in a mixture of shock and confusion. Zim glared at him darkly before waving a pair of five fingered hands in front of the boy's face.
"That's what I've been saying! Have you not been listening to me?" Zim tapped his foot for a moment, waiting for Dib to respond.
"Answer me!" he shrieked after allowing a few seconds to transpire. Dib blinked.
"What do you want me to say Zim? You Look human? Is that it? Yes, you Look human, but you're still an alien from outer space, even if you did get a better disguise."
"What Sadistic treachery is this? I have no new concealment! You must know something of this!"
"No, really Zim I... "
"LIES!"
"I hadn't even said what I was going to yet. Geeze Zim, just calm down!"
"How can you expect me to remain calm when I have just undergone some sort of species alteration... thing... which you claim you have no part in!"
"I never said..."
"So it IS your fault! I knew it! Change me back!"
"I didn't do it Zim... really, though... you are starting to scare me..." Dib stared at the once Irken alien.
Zim was shaking. He had been doing so ever since he noticed this incredible change. It had been a long night. Zim had spent it working on an ingenious smart bomb which, when triggered, would bore into the ground and cause a massive eruption upon reaching the earth's core which would create lava flows and earthquakes worldwide. The project was at least 182 hours from completion and Zim had been thinking of taking a break from the mentally trying labor. Skool was to start in only 3 hours and he saw no hurry in programming the weapon's longitudinal flight parameters and had decided to simply start it after attending class.
With snack in hand, he hand ventured into his living room, in which he did little living, and sat down on the couch. He wasn't sure where Gir had gotten to, nor did he care. Zim simply sat, enjoying sugary goodness; that is until he somehow lost consciousness. He had no idea why or how, seeing as he had last slept a little over a month ago. When he did finally rouse from this lack of coherence, the first thing he had noticed was the time. Apparently a few hours had lapsed because instead of being an hour or so before skool, it was now almost two in the afternoon. With slight confusion, he had arisen and decided not to worry about the odd little nap. Zim returned to his work in the depths of his base. The first thing to confuse him was his computer's lack of response. The second was that when he reached the appropriate level, he was greeted by a barrage of lasers and his computer booming out that there was an intruder.
As quickly as possible, Zim had scrambled up to address his system and demand it stand down, but was greeted with more unfriendly fire. Zim retreated into the elevator on the far side of the level and was very glad when the doors whirred shut behind him, blocking any laser fire. He really didn't care that the elevator had activated and was seemingly taking him to the ground level. That didn't matter. Zim cursed his computer for its ignorance in not being able to recognize its own master.
It was then that a lock of hair had fallen into his field of vision. He laughed at it, and at himself, not thinking that the computer should have been able to discern between him and his disguised self. Zim made a grab for the wig and ripped it off. The only problem with this was that this wasn't a wig and had caused him a considerable amount of pain to attempt.
He blinked and tried once again with the same results. After a third attempt at pulling the supposed hair piece off, Zim was panicking. At about this time, he had reached the floor level, where he was forcefully expelled from the kitchen garbage bin, causing him to fall awkwardly on his face. Zim wasted no time in scrambling up and pondering the location of a mirror, or any reflective surface to be precise.
Zim mentally check marked the mirror that should be hanging in the upstairs hallway. He rushed the stairs and quickly made it up them, hurdling a giddy Gir who was rolling his way down. Zim rushed into the hallway, almost hitting the adjacent wall when he made the sharp corner. Finally, he had reached his destination and was able to glare into the glass. He had only been there for a second before he issued forth a loud scream...
CHAPTER ENDS NOW!
I've had people say that I make the first chapter too long, so I cut this one down rather short. Do tell me if you think I should lengthen them or keep them at a rather consistent rate. I just hate chopping up stories when they flow like this one has the entire time I've been writing it. Please, REVIEW? I'm asking nicely...
I disclaim this stuff. Blame Viacom and Jhonen for my overactive imagination.
STORY STARTS NOW!
Zim stared exasperated.
"Don't you see something a little wrong with this Dib? I'm human! I'm hyooman!" Zim made it very clear what he was saying by emphasizing every single syllable. Dib, on the other hand, was having a bit of trouble with this and he wasn't really paying attention to the words coming out of his nemesis' mouth. The one thing that was on his mind was how pale Zim was. He was a pale flesh color, not green... and the pak that Dib had never seen him without wasn't present.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were human." Dib stated bluntly, still staring in a mixture of shock and confusion. Zim glared at him darkly before waving a pair of five fingered hands in front of the boy's face.
"That's what I've been saying! Have you not been listening to me?" Zim tapped his foot for a moment, waiting for Dib to respond.
"Answer me!" he shrieked after allowing a few seconds to transpire. Dib blinked.
"What do you want me to say Zim? You Look human? Is that it? Yes, you Look human, but you're still an alien from outer space, even if you did get a better disguise."
"What Sadistic treachery is this? I have no new concealment! You must know something of this!"
"No, really Zim I... "
"LIES!"
"I hadn't even said what I was going to yet. Geeze Zim, just calm down!"
"How can you expect me to remain calm when I have just undergone some sort of species alteration... thing... which you claim you have no part in!"
"I never said..."
"So it IS your fault! I knew it! Change me back!"
"I didn't do it Zim... really, though... you are starting to scare me..." Dib stared at the once Irken alien.
Zim was shaking. He had been doing so ever since he noticed this incredible change. It had been a long night. Zim had spent it working on an ingenious smart bomb which, when triggered, would bore into the ground and cause a massive eruption upon reaching the earth's core which would create lava flows and earthquakes worldwide. The project was at least 182 hours from completion and Zim had been thinking of taking a break from the mentally trying labor. Skool was to start in only 3 hours and he saw no hurry in programming the weapon's longitudinal flight parameters and had decided to simply start it after attending class.
With snack in hand, he hand ventured into his living room, in which he did little living, and sat down on the couch. He wasn't sure where Gir had gotten to, nor did he care. Zim simply sat, enjoying sugary goodness; that is until he somehow lost consciousness. He had no idea why or how, seeing as he had last slept a little over a month ago. When he did finally rouse from this lack of coherence, the first thing he had noticed was the time. Apparently a few hours had lapsed because instead of being an hour or so before skool, it was now almost two in the afternoon. With slight confusion, he had arisen and decided not to worry about the odd little nap. Zim returned to his work in the depths of his base. The first thing to confuse him was his computer's lack of response. The second was that when he reached the appropriate level, he was greeted by a barrage of lasers and his computer booming out that there was an intruder.
As quickly as possible, Zim had scrambled up to address his system and demand it stand down, but was greeted with more unfriendly fire. Zim retreated into the elevator on the far side of the level and was very glad when the doors whirred shut behind him, blocking any laser fire. He really didn't care that the elevator had activated and was seemingly taking him to the ground level. That didn't matter. Zim cursed his computer for its ignorance in not being able to recognize its own master.
It was then that a lock of hair had fallen into his field of vision. He laughed at it, and at himself, not thinking that the computer should have been able to discern between him and his disguised self. Zim made a grab for the wig and ripped it off. The only problem with this was that this wasn't a wig and had caused him a considerable amount of pain to attempt.
He blinked and tried once again with the same results. After a third attempt at pulling the supposed hair piece off, Zim was panicking. At about this time, he had reached the floor level, where he was forcefully expelled from the kitchen garbage bin, causing him to fall awkwardly on his face. Zim wasted no time in scrambling up and pondering the location of a mirror, or any reflective surface to be precise.
Zim mentally check marked the mirror that should be hanging in the upstairs hallway. He rushed the stairs and quickly made it up them, hurdling a giddy Gir who was rolling his way down. Zim rushed into the hallway, almost hitting the adjacent wall when he made the sharp corner. Finally, he had reached his destination and was able to glare into the glass. He had only been there for a second before he issued forth a loud scream...
CHAPTER ENDS NOW!
I've had people say that I make the first chapter too long, so I cut this one down rather short. Do tell me if you think I should lengthen them or keep them at a rather consistent rate. I just hate chopping up stories when they flow like this one has the entire time I've been writing it. Please, REVIEW? I'm asking nicely...
